#and THEN i get a text that my appointments for blood work and some other stuff tomorrow were suddenly cancelled

[emirrea]

I should've known that nothing was going to go as planned today when I accidentally farmed the wrong talent materials on Genshin this morning LMAO

[zeltqz]

— ✭ — 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 — ✭ —

-> SUMMARY. satoru's smart in many things, but when it comes to dating and relationships, he's lacking that intellect. somehow he expects you to always be there for him to patch him up.

-> pairing : gojo!satoru x nurse!reader

-> length: 5.7k

-> tags. nsfw+18 content, injuries (mentions of bruises, cuts and scratches), implied beef with suguru (i shall not be elaborating further lol), medical practices; stitches etc, gojo is fucking annoying lol, love him though, reader is going to grow grey hairs bc of him, implied fwb relationship, satoru ghosts reader for five months (not his proudest moment but plz giv him a chance), marks during sex, blood mentions, unsafe sex, creampie, nicknames

-> a/n: im currently having a gojo brain rot. its not funny and this is a cry for help. ps i have no clue how to do any medical practices so if you notice some things are off just...shh.... 🤫

Satoru strolled through the clinic doors, his shirt rumpled and stained with remnants of blood. From the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of an older woman clutching her purse and just opposite her, a mother grabbed her kids closer towards her and away from him. 

Ignoring them was easy, after all he was here for one thing and one thing only. He approached the front desk and the nurse behind the counter was tapping at her keyboard, head tilted towards her shoulder to balance her phone. 

“Ah okay, gotcha. Your appointment is scheduled for next Tuesday. See you next week sir!” she said enthusiastically before hanging up and looking up at Satoru. “Hi, how can I help you toda—”

Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. Satoru rested his elbows on the surface and smiled back at her. 

“Hey! Is (Name) working tonight?” He didn’t even get the question out fully before craning his neck to peek past the doors reserved for the nurses.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if you’ll be mad if she answered truthfully. It was conflicting for her. She’s fully aware of your brief relationship with Satoru. Hell, all the nurses were somewhat intrigued and aware to an extent. The extent being you refused to tell them any personal details of the matter. The only things they knew was when you’d suddenly get a text on your phone and the next five minutes you were leaving early, you were with Satoru.

But that was months ago. 

His frequent visits and texts started declining over the last few months and by the lack of Satoru written all over your face and phone, they all just assumed you stopped seeing each other. 

Satoru examined her hesitation and came to a conclusion. “Ah. She is, isn’t she? So, where is she? The back?” He tried to sneak another look past the small vertical window allocated on the wooden door to get a glimpse of your hair or anything before the nurse stood up. 

She wasn’t tall by any means, but with the way Satoru was hunched, it lowered his magnificent height to something more manageable and she was able to block his view with her head. “You’re not allowed to look inside there.”

“Then stop wasting my time and tell me if she’s here.” His eyes flashed momentarily as he started to get pissed and it was enough for her knees to buckle and give way, dropping her successfully back onto her seat.

“S—she’s not—” 

Before she could even finish her lie, the sound of a door opening from down the hallway caught everyone’s attention. An elderly lady walked out of the room, holding a walking stick and a grateful smile on her face. Once she got a reasonable distance out of the room, she turned around to face you and bowed, thanking you for the help.

You held onto her and helped her down the hallway a bit before letting go and leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a satisfied smile on your lips as you watched her walk at a slow but steady pace. Her hand stopped trembling as much against the stick and you were just happy she was slowly improving. 

It wasn’t until you looked past the elderly woman’s head did you notice Satoru himself, hunched over the reception. Your fellow nurse looked at you guilty before sighing. 

Satoru stood up straight once he met your eye. 

“Oh hell no,” you muttered under your breath and quickly darted back inside the room.

It’s unfortunate you’re messing with Satoru Gojo of all people because he was faster than you and crossed the distance in the hallway before you managed to lock the door behind you.

You did however, manage to get it shut and used it to your advantage and pressed your back against it. 

Satoru sighed, the sound smooth and honeyed, knocking gently on the door’s window with his knuckles. “Lemme in. I’m injured, you know?”

You couldn’t help but feel flattered that he was only acting with you, pretending to give you the choice of helping him or not because you both knew he could easily have this door open in seconds and you’d probably be flying across the room if he had his way.

“That’s got nothing to do with me, Gojo. Please leave and make an appointment. If you need an impromptu surgery, please find a hospital. Not a clinic.”

“But you’re the best nurse,” he said, pouting.

You rolled your eyes. Yeah right. If anything they were all better than you. You only started working here recently, having a few months experience compared to years. The first time you gave him stitches, you had pierced him full of holes so much that he was even surprised he had a drop of blood left inside him, but he kept healing himself so you barely noticed the damages.

Another thing about Satoru.

He doesn’t actually get injuried. His injuries are nothing but an illusion he creates to get close to you. All the times he came in battered and bruised, nothing was real and if they were, they didn’t hurt one bit. But it didn’t help that he was such a good, charming actor that you couldn’t help but fall for his little game every time.

“I’m not the best nurse, Gojo. Now for the second time, if you need treatment, go to a hospital or make an appointment.”

“Gojo?” he questioned, sounding utterly confused. At first, he thought the sudden use of his last name was just a fluke on your end. But twice in a row? Nah, he’ll wait to see if you use it one more time before making a judgement.

“Yes. Isn’t that your name? Now are you going to a hospital or not Gojo? Us nurses have actual patients to attend t—”

The door was pushed open easily and he walked inside without a care in the world as you fought back the childish urge inside you to not stomp your feet on the floor and throw a tantrum. 

Satoru stood tall over you and it wasn’t until the ceiling light hit his face that you finally noticed the scratches on his face and cut on his lip. They weren’t hospital level serious but you couldn’t help but feel worried at the sight of seeing him hurt.

“What the hell happened to you?” There was no malice in the question, your voice filled with nothing but concern.

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Got into a bit of trouble,” he said with a chuckle, scratching his messy hair.

You scowled and shook your head before holding his face in your hands to examine the damages. “This looks…managable.” You pull away after close examination and begin removing your gloves. “The nurse in room 405 upstairs can help with that cut.”

You turned around to throw the gloves in the bin and wished you saw the look on Satoru’s face as his smile fell at your words.

“That’s nice and all but I was hoping you’d help me with it. You know? For old times sake, yeah?”

“Definitely not .” 

“Why no—”

You turned around and poked him in his chest, hard, unaware of the big bruise under his shirt. 

“You ignored me for weeks! Not even weeks actually. Months! And now you think you can just waltz in and take advantage of my services? You’re so—” You stopped yourself when you felt yourself getting angrier and took a deep breath, taking a few steps backwards create some distance between you and Satoru.

Inside, you hated to admit you actually liked Satoru and grew fond of him. You weren’t one to usually let people into your hearts but he was an exception, and he just vanished. 

The first week was okay, you didn’t mind. After all the two of you were spending way too much time together on a daily basis so maybe he just needed some space? 

The second week, you were also…kind of okay with it? It’s a dramatic change to go from seeing and talking to someone everyday to suddenly have two weeks no contact. It was lonely but you just chalked it up to him being busy.

By a month it was just getting ridiculous at that point. Third month? You were pissed and swore up and down if you saw him around in public you’d claw his face out with your scalpels. 

Fifth month you had convinced yourself you had moved on. You blocked his number on everything and made sure he had no ways of contacting you ever, despite the fact you knew deep down you missed his touch, his kisses, his words, his voice, his dic—

“I’m sorry about that. I’m a busy man, you know?”

“It’s always ‘you know this’, ‘you know that’. Fuck —” You dug the heels of your palms in your eyes out of sheer frustration. “I don’t know anything because you can’t communicate with me! You were too busy? Busy?! Too busy that you couldn’t even open your phone and I don’t know, call me?! Text me?! I think even an email at that point would’ve made me satisfied. Not just radio silence Satoru .”

This time when you said his first name, it was filled with such emotion behind it. He could feel it from where he stood. You tried to keep your face as casual as possible but the eventual twitch of your bottom lip gave you away. 

“I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He took a step forward and tested his luck. You didn’t push him away or tell him to leave you alone, so he engulfed his arms around you, wrapping you into his chest. 

You refused to hug him back, standing eerily still as your face was suffocated between his chest. The scent of him was so strong that it almost made you tear up. Five months. Five fucking months of no Satoru was enough to drive you mad. You were so touch starved that you physically had to strain your arms in order to keep them at your side and stop them from wrapping around his waist.

“I’m so sorry baby. I mean that. I didn’t mean for things to get this far,” he murmured into your hair, holding you so softly almost as if you’re delicate. “But I’m here now, okay. Always.” 

He was met with silence. 

“Baby?” His heart skips thrice in his chest when he realises your hand rose to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric for dear life as you tried to fight back tears.

Crying in front of people wasn’t something you normally did, almost hiding it late at night in the comfort of under your bedsheets. The tears were always so easy to flow freely during those times, but now it felt like your eyes were hot and stinging and you couldn’t control them anymore.

With his hand on the back of your neck, he slowly pulled your face away from his chest and lifted your chin to look up at him.

You were a silent crier thank god; the mere thought of you ugly sobbing and sniffing in front of Satoru made you want to end it all. He pouted and wiped your eyes with his sleeve. 

“Wow, I really had an impact on you didn’t I? Interesting,” he hummed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck you.” You pulled away first and stomped over to grab some tissues. “I’ll wipe my damn face. I don’t need you.”

“You do need me though.” He pointed to the wet patch on his white shirt. “Clear proof!”

Now that your eyes are dry enough to see clearly again, your eyes wandered around the room, looking for something you could throw at Satoru’s head to knock his brain back into place. Your hands twitched into fists as you tried to control yourself again. 

Satoru noticed. “You know I knew you’d be mad at me which is why I got myself all beat up so you could poke needles into my skin.” Then,  he sighed, long and dramatically. “And people say I’m not thoughtful.”

“You’re not thoughtful. You’re an idiot with no common sense at all.”

“How else was I supposed to see you again?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe call me?” You paused, remembering you blocked him. “You could’ve just come and seen me. You know, without getting yourself all battered? You can never think like a normal human I swear to God.”

That was what you loved about him though, his carelessness and recklessness. It only added to the excitement you felt when you were with him and the fact you knew whatever he did there’d be no consequences because he was the strongest and rules don’t even apply to him.

But Satoru doesn’t need to know all that.

Satoru scrunched his nose at your idea and shook his head. “Ehhhh I dunno. Too boring. This,” he alternated pointing his finger between the both of you, “is much better though.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Get on the bed before I change my mind.”

“Yes ma’am!” He strolled over towards the patient bed and sat down, kicking his legs as he stripped off his shirt. By the time you turned around to face him with the supplies you needed, you almost dropped them all. 

There was a huge bruise on his chest followed by more cuts and scratches running all down his chest. 

“Gojo! Who the fuck did you fight?!” Your mouth dropped open at the sight, pure concern written all over your features.

His eyebrows furrowed a little. “Satoru*,” he corrects, looking salty. When you didn’t waver, waiting for a response, he sighed again. “It doesn’t really matter who I fought. Just come on, patch me up,” he ordered, smiling boldly at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do. Answer the question Go—Satoru.” 

He smiled triumphantly at your words. “Suguru.”

It was almost amusing to him to watch you file the name and process it. It definitely sounded familiar, but you spent the last five months erasing everything Satoru related from your mind, so it took a little longer than usual to remember. But eventually you remembered who Suguru was and gasped. 

“Suguru?! What—why?!”

He shrugged and you could tell he really didn’t want to talk about it. “He just…did somethings that pissed me off so we fought.” He looked unusually serious for a moment and you could tell something deeper than that happened, but you weren’t here to be his therapist. So you didn’t pry.

“Okay. Well…” 

He waved your sentence off flippantly. “Don’t wanna talk about it. Seriously. Move on and fix me.”

“You’re not in the position to have an attitude right now Satoru. I can leave right now and have another nurse here to do this for you.”

That shut him up for a bit and you smiled in triumph that he was able to shut up for once. 

His eyes were on you the entire time. You grabbed a cotton ball and applied alcohol to it, dabbing away at the cuts gently before beginning to stitch him up. He winced at the sting of the needle going in and you looked up at him, concerned.

“It hurts?”

“Nah. Just uncomfortable. Keep going,” he responded, giving you the okay.

With his approval, you continued with his stitches and everything was going just fine. You didn’t feel as overwhelmed with the close proximity as much as you thought you would’ve. But the second you finished up with his chest and moved onto his face, you realised you might not be able to do this.

His eyes were trained on your face the entire time and they were so intense to look at. He grinned when he noticed you pause for a moment, as if trying to keep all your focus away from his distracting stare and you wanted to stuff the ball of cotton into his mouth to wipe his smug smile off his face. 

The bed was near the end of the room, meaning the light didn’t hit it as well as it should’ve, making it harder to see. So you had no other choice but hold his face up by his chin and continue dabbing alcohol on his cuts. You could see his eyes dart all over your face, from your nose, mouth, eyes, and everything you shifted backwards to grab something, those eyes of his followed.

His eyes lingered on your lips the longest, and in the silence of the room you swore the sound of your heart beating was loud enough for him to hear.

“Stop staring at me,” you said, pausing your movements.

“You nervous?”

“No. It’s just distracting.” You wiped some dried blood from his cheeks with a wet wipe.

“Not a bad thing to be distracted, Doc.” 

“It is in my profession, Satoru.”

Standing this close to Satoru had its pros and cons. On your end, it was easier and quicker to fix him up being this close and you were able to see and hold his pretty face. But he was also a major distraction, making your first point render useless as you couldn’t get the job done regardless if he kept looking at you like that.

For Satoru though, you standing this close to him was only benefiting him. He could see every inch of your face this close and if he really wanted to, could trail his hands down the backs of your thighs and onto your hips. If he really wanted to though.

“Okay. I see your point,” he hummed. “Distractions aren’t necessarily a good thing. But…”

“No buts! Fuck, you’re so annoying.” You pulled away to grip at your hair, wondering if you were truly frustrated enough to rip your hair out. You’ll probably regret it in the morning so you refrain from the thought.

“Would you think it’d be annoying if I kissed you right now?”

“Yes,” you responded back without waiting a beat. “Don’t even think about it.” You went back to work, tilting his head tot he side to see if there’s anymore damage to assess.

He took advantage of your focused state to lean in closer. “You sure?” His nose brushed yours and you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. 

You cleared your throat and jerked your head over to the camera on the ceiling near the end of the room. Satoru looked away from you for a moment to look at it. 

“Nice try though,” you said with a smirk. There was no more damage to his face, he was all stitched up and his cuts were cleaned. “All done. You can go home now.”

You stepped away from  him and let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. It was so intense being that close to him, your lungs actually felt peace the moment you were away. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” He stood up, shrugging his shirt back on.

You turned around and looked at him in confusion. “Let’s go? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You gotta walk me to my car. What if I fall and seriously injure myself?” He put his finger on his chin, deeply thoughtful.

Your face deadpanned. “If you were good enough to drive here, then you can walk yourself to your car. I’m not an escort.”

“What time do you get off?” he asked, ignoring your previous sentence.

“I dunno. Maybe midnight? Something around that.”

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. Almost eleven p.m. “Alright. I’ll wait for you.” 

“What?! No.” You rubbed your forehead in annoyance. This dude was giving you a migraine. “Please just go home. I have my own way home already.”

“What. The bus?”

You hated his tone. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Why go on that thing when you could drive with me? You used to love my car you know?”

The fact that he was throwing what you used to be in your face like he wasn’t the one to ruin it made you angry. “And how many months ago was that, Satoru? I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah yeah.” He laced his hands behind his head and began to walk out. “We’ll see.” The door closed behind him and you stood in the room for a moment wondering if he actually left. 

It felt too good to be true. But after two minutes, you went out into the hallway and saw he was nowhere to be seen. With that in mind, you were able to finish working and leave on time, briefly ignoring your fellow nurses questions about what Satoru wanted.

By the time you exited the clinic, changed out of your nurse scrubs and back in your casual attire, you were on your way to the bus stop down the street when you saw the only car left in the parking lot was still there.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You hated how you could see Satoru’s white hair in the drivers seat, his head hung low as he looked at his phone. He was distracted and this was your chance to make an escape for the bus stop without him noticing.

You managed to make it out of the car park and on the way to the bus stop in peace, earbuds in your ears with music playing softly. But that wasn’t enough to stop the loud honk of a car beside you. He was driving beside you at a slow pace with the passenger side of the door wide open.

So careless.

He had it wide open as if he knew you’d get in.

So conceited.

Part of you wondered if you made a run for it, would he speed up and eventually have the door hit a pole? The thought of that made you laugh but you came to a stop and looked at him. 

“Your door is open.” You stared blankly at him, stating the obvious.

He acted surprised and gasped as if the revelation shocked him. “Really? Wow. Maybe you should get in so I can close it?”

You looked at the bus stop which was only down the road. It’ll take 45 seconds max to reach it. But you could practically feel the warmth radiating from the inside of his car and fell to temptation. 

He grinned wide as you stripped your bag off your shoulders and slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind you. “Atta girl,” he commented before speeding off.

It took everything in you to not glance over at him the entire ride. Something itching deep inside you that made you just want to peek at him once, but you knew he’d never shut up if he caught your attempts. He’d probably go on a long ramble about how he’s not surprised you couldn’t get enough of his pretty face and the thought made you want to gouge your eyes out. 

Instead, you decided to peek out the window and try get a glimpse from his reflection. The car was speeding past so many streetlights at once making it somewhat easier to grab a solid reflection. 

Staring at Satoru driving was one of your favourite things back then. He always looked so calm, one of those rare moments when his face wasn’t fixed in a smirk. His face was relaxed and he’d keep his pure attention on nothing but the road. Of course that made you determined to see what you could do to break that concentration, like holding his spare hand that wasn’t on the wheel, playing with his fingers and rings, or even (in the severe cases) going down on him just to hear him groan whilst struggling to maintain that concentration.

You knew deep down Satoru would never let the car crash, so it allowed the both of you to be reckless. A smile fixed on your face as you remembered those moments and before you knew it, the car came to a stop.

Outside his house.

“And we’re here!” He stopped the car engine but kept the lights on, allowing him to look at you better and man, your reaction was worth it.

“Huh? This isn’t my house Satoru.”

“It’s not?” He looked around before gasping. “Oops. Guess you’ll have to stay the night then.”

Ten seconds passed where you both just stared at each other, not speaking, just the sound of the crickets outside adding to the awkward silence. 

“I’m walking home.” You grabbed your bag and made a move to exit the car before he locked the doors. You struggled with the door handle for a second before glaring at him. “Open it.”

He sighed, loud and bratty; practically throwing his head back against the headrest. “Can’t you see I’m trying here? What else do you want me to do man?”

“Maybe leave me alone, Satoru. It’s been five months. You clearly wanted nothing to do with me, now I’m returning the favour.”

“That’s not it though. Just…fuck. Please? Give me a chance.”

You shifted in your seat until you were sitting down again, looking dead straight at your hand in your lap as you began thinking. “...why now Satoru? Why today of all days? Why five months later, when I already let everything out of my system. Why did you choose to come back now when you had so many chances?”

He shifted forward, resting an arm on the steering wheel and resting his forehead against it. He shrugged. 

“Honestly I don’t know. I just…didn’t think things through I guess until it was too late. At first, I was scared. I was spending too much time with you and it wasn’t like me. The anxious feeling I felt was because I was experiencing these new feelings because of you.  So as a deflection, I stupidly convinced myself that you were busy, being a nurse and all and that was enough conviction I needed to convince myself to stop texting you, waiting for you to make the first move. You never did though, so I assumed you genuinely were busy. So I waited. And waited. And waited…but you never texted back. Then the fear I was feeling initially was just me coming to terms to the fact that…I liked you. But by the time it took me to realise, I found out I was blocked.” 

He sighed again and sat back upright, resting his head against the headrest again and looked up at the car ceiling. “I deserved that block though. It only hit me that I actually ghosted you five months later. And I am sorry for that.” He tilted his head to the side and looked at you, deadly serious. “But it never would’ve escalated this far if you just texted me first.”

“There’s no way you’re blaming this on me right now.” 

“I’m not. I just—fuck.” He pulled at his hair and sighed. “You’re right I’m sorry.” He flopped his head back against the car and reached his hand out over towards you. 

You hesitantly grabbed onto it and he rubbed his thumb along your skin, holding your hand tight. “You forgive me yet?” He raised your hand to his lips and pressed kisses against your knuckles, giving you goosebumps. 

You sat upright and leaned closer towards him, holding the side of his face in your palm before planting a kiss on his lips. It was short and to the point before you pulled away. “That answer your question?”

He looked at you for a moment before you closing the distance again, alternating between slow, sensual kisses and sucking your lower lip. You scramble out of your seat and he’s eager to lift you up and plop you down on his lap. 

Your hands laced between his hair as you pressed your entire body against him. His hands on your body caressed every inch of skin he could grasp, digging his nails into your waist as your tongue invaded his mouth. He winced when you went to undo his buttons and you pulled away, remembering his injuries.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry ‘Toru.”

He chuckled. “Nah, it’s not a problem.” He couldn’t help himself and pecked your lips again to wash away your concern. “In fact wait.” He unlocked the car doors and told you to get out. He grabbed your things for you and held onto your hand, leading you into his house.

Your bag, his things ended up scattered on his living room floor as he carried you up to his bedroom. You were laid flat on his comfy bed, head rested against his soft pillows as he hovered on top of you, keeping a little gap between both your chests to avoid further pains.

You graciously accepted him with open legs, locking them around his waist as he kissed you as passionately as he could. His fingers roamed all over your skin, peeling your clothes away and examining your body, naked and vulnerable beneath him.

The two of you barely spoke the whole time, too busy focusing all your energy into just enjoying the moment, the feeling of your lips against each others, the slide of your hands down his back, the caress of his hands along your waist. 

His lips attached to your neck like a leech, sucking until the blood rushed to the surface as his fingers went rampant between your legs, fucking in and out of your wet pussy, his thumb circling your clit. 

Your moans were heaven to his ears. He couldn’t wait to see your eyes cross when he sinks into your pussy. The image stayed in his mind as he quickly pulled his fingers out and switched your positions. He laid flat on his back and adjusted you on his lap.

You reached behind yourself to grab at his hard cock and pumped it a few times before shifting it underneath you. His cock slipped into you easily but the rest was hard, sinking down was painful, his cock carving its way into your pussy. 

You had an iron grip on his arm as he held your hips, your nails digging and leaving marks into his flesh. It hurt but it hurt so good. Satoru rolled his hips up to help you sink down, each roll pushing his cock further inside. It took longer than it should’ve for him to bottom out, but the second he did, you collapsed on his chest.

He winced again but the pain was worth it. Your arms wound around his neck and he began rocking you back and forth against his cock. 

“That feel good?” he questioned, his voice right beside your ear sending tingles down your spine.

“Mhm-mhm.” You bit your lip hard before sitting upright, resting your arms against the headboard for balance as you created your own rhythm. His chest was too injured for you to hold onto it, so the headboard was the next best bet. 

He hissed when you started bouncing like your life depended on it, his grip on your hips and waist becoming even tighter. “Fuck— don’t stop,” he gritted out, low grunts spilling from his lips.

His breathing got heavier as you sped up, grinding your body above him in any direction you could, desperate to feel more of him inside you. He moaned loudly in your ear and the next thing you knew, your world was being flipped. 

Injuries aside, that didn’t stop Satoru from flipping you onto your back, his cock still nestled inside you and starting off a brutal pace, slamming his hips against yours. The bed kept smacking against the wall with each thrust. His hands had a death like grip on your hips, keeping you pinned down to make sure you take everything he’s giving you.

Your nails dug painfully into his shoulder blades, not able to do anything but just scream litanies of curses and his name as you felt yourself getting closer. 

“C’mon, please, fuck me Satoru—I’m ah—’m so close ‘Toru please,” you begged, bringing him down for another kiss. You bit at his lip before sucking the length of his tongue, a move that you remember drove him crazy.

“Scratch me,” he whispers against your lips, removing his hands from your hips to rest beside your head, keeping him upright. “Mark me baby I know you can do it.”

Your hands reach towards his back and drag your nails along his flesh. It stung so bad but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel it, feel every emotion pent up inside you for months and left as a red line on his back. He wanted it to scar, wanted it to be a reminder whenever  he looked in the mirror that you left that on him. That you were his now. 

The thought had him speeding up, plowing your body into the matress; your nails kept scratching, some lines even drawing blood with how deep you scratched. You reached a hand up to his hair and tugged and he lost it.

His hips stuttered inside you and his cock began to leak before he could even process what was going on. He didn’t stop steadily fucking into you as you came on his cock, as his cum began to fill your insides. 

He thrusted one more final time before his arms gave out, collapsing on top of you. His weight was more than you could bear, but that didn’t stop you from holding him as tight as you could. Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching lightly as his undercut as he took the time to catch his breath.

A minute later he was shifting off you, rolling onto the spot beside you before wincing again, the scratching on his back far too sensitive. 

You told him to sit up and then gasped when you witnessed how much damage you did. “Oh my god.”

“What? What?”

You pointed over to the mirror inside his bathroom and he slid off the bed and walked towards it, examining the marks on his back. You followed shortly after, standing behind him and watching as he kept wincing when he tried to touch it. 

“I’m so sorry—I didn’t—I need to cut my nails.”

He shook his head and rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you and smiling. “It’s nothing a nurse can’t handle.” He winked at before pecking your lips.

A few hours ago, the idea of patching Satoru up was enough to leave you grumpy for a day, but now it fills you with excitement. 

You can’t wait.

[maximumkillshot]

I Can't Lose You-Part 12

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, mentions of doctors appointments, that's it!

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: All the boys except Chan, although Chan is mentioned, Reader

A/N: The reader needs a break!!! So here we are. This one is fluffy, it feels good to me. I hope you guys like it! Also, I am pretty sure I had two seizures in the last two days (At least). Thank you to everyone for being so patient. I will try to resume my Friday schedule. Thank you so much for your understanding and well wishes!!

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Bin POV:

“Everyone ready to go?” I asked. Early in the morning the psychiatrist came in to talk to Y/N. They asked me to come in for a few seconds with Han. They let us know that they really didn’t want her anywhere near the house and to stay with at least Han and I, but it was preferable for most if not all of us to be there for at least the first week. The trauma tied to the 3 Racha house is just too much at this point, the doctors were also worried about Chan making the recovery even worse than it already is. Y/N agreed wholeheartedly and with that she was given follow up appointments. Finally the latest blood tests came just before lunch and she was given a clean bill of health and an outpatient appointment for her OBGYN. Felix, Minho, I.N., and Hyunjin all went to the DanceRacha house to start prepping for us to head there. Felix texted me that he had a few surprises for her which made me smile, she needs a good surprise right about now. 

I’m still worried about Y/N. The DanceRacha dorms are a good option, but I know that for me, I still have memories tied to Chris there. I’m wondering if that is exactly what she is thinking. I can’t help but worry about it. “Remember the deal with the doctors is for you to be away from that house and with your support system. Are you sure you don’t want a place of your own? I want you to be comfortable as you heal.” 

“I don’t have the money for that,” Y/N smiled at me. It was a reassuring one, as if she could read my mind. She and I always had this connection. Whenever I was feeling down she would pop in to see how I was doing. 

I remember one time, it was maybe 3am and I was working on lyrics. They were risky, going double the speed of the song's beat, the technique is called ‘double time’ in rapping. Fast spitting rappers do it all the time, think Eminem and Busta Rhymes. It was my first time attempting it and I contemplated each and every syllable like a landmine. Writing it wasn't the issue, it was being able to deliver it while dancing. Those syllables take up a lot of air, not to mention the brutality that comes with dancing and singing at the same time. Our steps aren't insanely difficult, but they definitely take up oxygen like no one's business. So I'd get up, do push ups, jumping jacks, burpees, anything to get my heart rate up to about what it would be when performing, then I'd try to deliver the lines. Doing this is always painful, your body is screaming at you to stop talking, hunch over, and gasp for air. Obviously, we can't do that, so we try our hardest to build endurance. Some are like Chan, who sing while doing cardio (which is insane, by the way, I felt like I was dying when I tried it), some are like LeeKnow, packing on layer after layer of heavy clothing before and during dance practice, forcing the body to exert itself so much that when all of those layers are off, each movement and breath is a breeze (also insanity to do. It feels like working out in a sauna with a weighted, heated blanket on you). Me? I brute forced it. 

Anyway, Y/N noticed that I was really getting obsessed with these lyrics and doing them so that I was as close to the line of unhuman speed crossed with physical activity as possible. I'm the fastest rapper in the 4th generation and I wanted to show why I was. Y/N came into my room and said,“Binnie, you need to trust yourself. You know what's best, you have the best instincts I've ever seen. Remember, if you're about to dive in a pool, don't think about the height of the diving board, clear your mind, and jump in. Don't think, just do.” 

Even now, through all of this, you would think that a bond like that would be weakened, seeing her like that would make some pull away. It just brought me closer. I am in awe of her. The sheer will to live. The tenacity. The beauty in her broken parts know no bounds. It reminds me of ruins from ancient civilizations. Seeing the beauty in what was, and marveling at what is left. Only the strongest parts are left, the essence of that civilization. She is beyond anyone I've ever seen. Her capacity to love is beyond comprehension. 

That's why I am so happy to know her. To really know her. To be the person she reaches for, to ground herself. She trusts me to be there. And I will be. Simply because it’s an honor to love her. Money isn't an object for her. 

“Money isn’t a problem, would you like to be in a place of your own?” I asked again. I would spend my whole paycheck on her if I had the chance. She deserves to be spoiled.

“I still want to be at the other dorm, it’s familiar. For some reason I feel safe there. Is that okay?” She asked, looking at Seungmin. Little did she know that we had been talking about this for a bit before she woke up. We knew that pushing this topic on her would be too much, but at the same time, from what Seungmin told me, the doctors were never going to release her to the same house that Chris is in.

Seungmin chuckled, “Birdie, it’s not a problem, you have never not been welcome at my dorm, you know this,” he deadpanned. It is true…all of the boys over that house would get so excited as soon as they heard Y/N was coming over. They’d want to spend the entirety of the visit with her, a lot of the time they would start to pout if they felt she wasn't spending enough time with them. So when the idea came up their eyes lit up. Anywhere she goes, I'm not going anywhere. 

“Okay then it’s settled.” I smiled at her, combing a stray strand out of her face. I’m happy that she’s finally getting out of here. She has been through so much in such a short amount of time. She needs to be left alone. I am scared for her. I want her to be safe, and worries keep on popping in my head. How do I protect her? What if saesangs get a whiff that something is wrong? What if the company tried to force her to stay with Chris? What if she takes him back? That part hurt. Seeing how badly she was hurt simply because he was being an asshole. Simply because he treated a diamond like sand on a decrepit shore. The thought made me shake with rage as I looked at the woman in front of me, she looked at me with furrowed brows, that brought me back to her.

Y/N looked into my eyes at that moment, like she was tapped into my brain. She gave my hand a squeeze as she said, “Binnie? What's wrong, talk to me…” she shyly played with my fingers. Her touch was feather light given the bruises that formed on my knuckles. I wanted to tell her the truth about them. My impulse to be honest, making the words bubble in my throat. Right behind the truth of what I'm feeling.

I wanted to tell her I love you, I wanted to tell you for so long. The minute I met you I fell for you, your soft voice, your booming laugh, your corny jokes. All of it. Not just the you before but the you now. I know life is going to be hard for you, I want to be there. I want to stand next to you and catch you whenever you need to collapse. I will give you everything I have. You deserve to know what real love is. I know Chris isn't good for you. You don't need this pain, this heartache, you don't deserve to be treated like an option. You are the one and only person I ever loved and will continue to love for the rest of my life. I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's okay. I just want you to know that he isn't the only option. I am just one person, I am sure thousands of men would line up and down city blocks just to see you, let alone have a chance with you. Instead I said “ just thinking.”

There is a time and a place for everything. Telling her right now could confuse her more, make her feel like I just want something from her. That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. The fact that she has been used like this and thrown to the side, expected to all of a sudden tolerate the people that did that to her. 

I saw the opportunity to draw attention away and I took it as I said “Seungmin, you have everything?” “Yeah, we should be ready to go soon,” he said as he kept packing all of the random hoodies that were used as pillows when we stood overnight with her. It's been years since most of us slept in the same room as the others. Every few hours a nurse would come in to check on Y/N, sometimes startling her. Everytime that happened Seungmin and I would wake up. We aren't light sleepers in particular, but it was more reflexive than anything. The nurse would quietly remind her that she's safe and all of her boys are with her. No one is going to hurt or sneak up on her. It'd still take a little time for her to go back to bed. Seungmin and I would refuse to even close our eyes until her heart rate went back to resting and her body would be completely relaxed and limp. 

Now that things are starting to simmer down I am wondering why Seungmin had this reaction. He's been very strong through it all and he is even going against his nature of just observing. I am wondering what it is that I don't know. I just want to be filled in. Seungmin isn't known for physical affection, instead opting for annoying people he loves until they inevitably get closer to the edge of insanity. It's an odd way to show love, but Seungmin has never been known for traditional methods. 

So why is it that he’s calling her pet names and smiling at her that way? Did he always smile at her like that? It’s so comforting, almost endearing. More than anything she is sharing the look. Something definitely happened but I have no clue what. 

“Angel, you have all the appointments and all of that?” I looked back to her and she smiled at me saying, “Yup, I just want out of here. It’s been crazy. I just want to cuddle with my boys and watch a movie.” I could feel the sincerity in her words. 

It wasn’t too long after that when Han came with the wheelchair saying, “You’re chariot awaits.” I am still really worried about her. She still says the cramps are no joke. Her cravings are still everywhere too. When she asked the attending about it they explained that her body is still going to have those pregnancy cravings for at least a few more weeks. I could see the hint of sadness in her features when hearing that. The only thing I could imagine herself feeling is that it’s another reminder. A reminder of what could’ve been. 

On our way to the house I could feel her excitement ramp up. I could hear her giggles as she listened to the radio. She waited and bounced at the redlights. I looked behind me and I saw everyone else in the car smiling lopsidedly as she giggled. Y/N wasn’t known for very big displays of excitement unless it was for something that she really really wanted or missed having. 

I could see the color in her face, knowing that if Hannie and I didn’t do what we needed to do, this would not have been the case. Instead, I get to see her smile, feel her laugh a little more, and be thankful for every moment, I always was but now? It’s like I have a deeper love for her. She was already a part of me, but now she is like a vital organ, as odd as it sounds. 

As I was in my own thoughts I heard a song play, it was one that I knew she loved. Immediately I felt her hand grab mine, which was on the shared arm rest. Usually if she wanted the armrest she would just nudge me until I relented and shared, but this was different. She laid her arm on top of mine, her hand interlocking with mine as she sang along to the song. I couldn’t help but think it belonged there. Touches are a part of her expression of comfortability. It’s how she communicates, which I happen to know all too well. This had more weight to it somehow. She felt like she knew that no matter what she’d be safe. Which was and still is true.

When we pulled around the corner we were met with balloons in her favorite color on the doorstep. Her eyes lit up as she said, “What’s this?” I just shrugged as I said, “I don’t know, Lix told me that he was up to something but I didn’t really know what.” As soon as we parked Y/N bounced as she waited for one of us to come around and help her. 

I think that she was surprised at the fact that we had done anything, period. I know that she has a complex. She tends to feel like she isn’t worth the time. That was something that she told me in confidence one night. Every night she would cry herself to sleep for the better part of 2 and a half years. Hannie and I did not catch it until we started spending weekends with her. 

One night I heard whimpering from their room, when I knocked I heard sniffles. I gently pushed the door open, I found her curled in a ball, crying looking at her phone. When I asked her what was wrong she just handed me the phone. On it was a text thread. 

Y/N: hey are you coming home? It’s Friday and I wanted to watch a movie with you. Channie❤️: Not this again, Y/N. I’m working, I don’t have time for this. Y/N: You promised you’d take some days off every week, so you don’t burn out. You even said that those days are our days.  Channie❤️: Y/N the more you talk to me the longer I have to be in the studio. So you are causing me to be away longer because you can’t be patient.  Y/N: I haven’t seen you in weeks, Channie. You are always gone, I miss you and I feel alone… like you don’t care.  Channie❤️: bingo! You are right. I don’t care. My phone is getting turned off. Maybe then you’ll get the message that I don’t have time for you. Get some sleep, trust me, don’t wait up. 

I held her all night that night, I dried her tears as she clung onto me for dear life. Like I said before, her love language is touch, so to literally be starved of that for weeks from her husband made me feel enraged. More than anything, I wanted to make her comfortable. 

I wrapped her in a fluffy blanket of which I called ‘the Y/N burrito’. Then I picked her up while she giggled and placed her on the couch. We watched whatever she wanted. Early into the morning she started craving her favorite snack so we went out in pajamas, got the snacks, and had a movie marathon. It’s one of my favorite memories with her. She started off that night crying and ended it safe in my arms, snacks surrounding her as credits rolled on the T.V. 

I brushed her hair back as I stared at her sleeping so peacefully on the couch. The credits created a dim and timid light as I wiped the chocolate from the corners of her mouth. It was about 6am when Chris walked in. He looked annoyed and just walked past us as if we were ghosts. 

I recounted this as I saw the balloons, thinking that whatever is inside, she is going to love it. 

Han was first to grab her. When Seungmin unlocked the door with the overnight bags slung over his shoulder we could hear a little gasp and some talking. Han held her hand as we walked. 

“This is so sweet you guys didn’t have to,” she stopped at the balloons, looking at them as if they were the most precious diamonds she has ever seen. Then when we walked in she started sniffling. 

Sitting on the couches were 6 pillow sized plushies, and one giant plushie. Y/N loves plushies, their textures calm her. What got her to cry though, was what each of them represented. The one giant plushie was an angel. The other 6 were a lioness, a crown, a bird, a sunflower , Anya, and the National flower of Korea, the mugunghwa, the symbol of eternal beauty, that one has to be Minho’s. 

I have no clue where he even found some of these. Especially the lioness, that one represented I.N.’s nickname for her. Whenever anyone tried to mess with us he always said, “if you think the wolf is bad wait until the lioness hears about this.”

She started crying, “they…. They’re all my nicknames. The ones you gave me.” She immediately went to the angel and grabbed it, hugging it tightly as she cried. 

My heart broke and swelled at the same time. She should never have to feel like anyone is going to abandon her. It makes me so sad to know that she was so scared of losing us. All because of one foolish and egotistical man. He deserves nothing, especially not her love. Yet she loved him anyway. That is the type of person that she is. 

Felix came up to her and said, “I figured if one of us had to go out and you missed us, now you’ll have a piece of us with you. You won’t be alone, and we’ll always come back to you. So when we leave, you can hold on to them really tight and know that soon we’ll be there.” I could see the tears about to leave his eyes.

If anyone was able to do something this sweet for Y/N, it would be Felix. The way that he cares for her, comforts her, it’s like they share one mind. He knows that she loves plushies. Ones that are so soft she can just sink into them. Chris never really liked too many things in his room. So he always discouraged her from decorating with plushies. He also felt that, although they were cute, they had no place in an adult’s bedroom. Especially not a leader’s bedroom. Most of her plushies found residence in my room. 

I had no problem holding onto them for her and sometimes she would even decorate my room with them. Every movie night, before Hannie and I came home, she would grab the plushies and throw them on Han’s bed. She’d decorate with them, with Hannie’s favorite holding a bag of Hannie’s snacks. She’d also have her favorite, she named it Ollie, and Gyu on the bed, with popcorn in the middle. 

That always made me smile. That wherever Ollie went, so did Gyu. Whenever I would sleep in the same bed with her, I would grab Ollie and Gyu. One night she asked if she could hold Gyu for a bit. Usually I don’t let anyone touch him, but she isn’t anyone. Without hesitation I handed her Gyu and she handed me Ollie. I remember hearing her sigh with comfort as she talked to Gyu about me. How lucky Gyu must be to fall asleep next to me every night. She thanked him for comforting me and for allowing me to sleep soundly. Even on every tour, she would pack Ollie and Gyu for me to sleep with. The first time she did it, she wrote a note with it. ‘I’m going to miss you, but so is Ollie. I may not be able to go with you but Ollie can! Sleep well, have a great tour, I’ll see you soon Binnie!-Angel.’

She looked up at Felix, released the angel, and hugged him as she whimpered a bunch of tiny little “thank you’s” into his chest. I think she realized that all of us know that she is scared. We may not say it but we do. We know and we all love her so much. We are here for her. Even if we may not be there in person, there is no place we would rather be than being with her. 

Felix held her and pulled back after a few minutes. He wiped her tears and he said, “come on sit, take a load off. The brownie batter is almost done… unless you want to help?” He smirked at her. 

She practically dragged Felix to the kitchen and Minho yelled, “Yah, I’m not done in here!” She giggled and asked what he was doing. I came into the kitchen to see Minho tying tenderloin together. She was watching curiously as he worked. He said, “it is your first day home and we should celebrate that. I’m making beef wellington, and don’t worry I left out the mushrooms, replaced it with onions and carrots for you.”

“Really? Thank you Minho! This is going to be the best dinner, thank you!!” She bounced and kissed him on the cheek. His ears turned red as he said, “okokok go over there with Lix’ you guys can have the oven first since this needs to chill,” he kissed her forehead right before she bolted to help Lix. I couldn’t help but giggle at her as she breathed life into the room. 

I could see that she was really touched that he said, ‘your first day home’. Those words meant that now she is home. This is her space as well as theirs, that will never change. I could see her trying to hold back tears as she baked. Once things were baking Lix’ plugged in the switch and we had a blast playing games while we waited for dinner to come around. After everything was baked and made, we all sat down for a nice dinner, like we used to in the shared dorms.

Right before we all sat down Y/N smiled and said, “thank you. To all of you. This experience was hard. It was the hardest thing that I have ever been through to date. It’s because of all of you that I made it. All of you mean so much to me. The thing that really scared me after all of this was what would happen if I lost you guys? My boys. I cherish every single memory with each of you. I love you boys so damn much, you are all my family. Seeing what you did,” she looked at me and Hannie, “Being so strong. Crying with me, holding me through it all.” I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Resisting the urge to nudge into it like I always do.

She looked at everyone else, “The fear that each of you must have felt. I know I wasn’t the only one mourning and coming to terms with things.” I saw her look directly at Seungmin for a split second and went back to scanning the table, “I want to thank all of you so much. This experience was horrific. Because of all of you, I made it out. I love you boys so much. Thank you for welcoming me home.” With that, she sat down and leaned into me, I could tell she was either too nervous or embarrassed.

As we were eating and laughing she looked around the table. I sat down right to her left and Hannie was on her other side. I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I think it was the same for the boys. Two days ago that wasn’t the case. She was fighting for her life around this time. To think that we would all be here, together, a family. It made me want to cry. This is the family that she deserves. Everyone she loves, at home, on time, together. She was so happy and before dessert came out Hyunjin said, “Yongbok-ah phase 2.” Then Felix went running to his room. He came out with a giant comforter and plopped on the living room floor. He then ran to Minho’s room, grabbed his comforter and plopped it down as well. At that point I.N. said, “Movie time! Everyone on the floor!”

Immediately everyone moved to the living room and got a spot except for me. I was helping wash dishes with Minho. When I walked in I could see Minho tearing up as we heard her giggle. I patted his back as I said, “what can I do to help, hyung?” He just shook his head a bit and asked me to help him with the drying. By the time we were almost done with that I heard Y/N calling my name and asking me to sit. I told her that I had to change into my pajamas first and I could hear her ask Lix if she could change in his room quickly. He of course obliged. 

Slowly but surely everyone started changing and pretty soon everyone was sitting on the comfy comforters. I didn’t really know where to sit and Y/N looked at me saying, “I know you aren’t thinking about sitting away from me.” I didn’t want to make it seem like she needed to be next to me all of the time, thinking that I would come off as clingy but it’s nice to know that she craves my touch as well. 

I sat down right next to her and everyone’s faces had giant smiles. I looked at her and she smirked as she held onto my bicep curling into me. This is one of my favorite places to be. Just next to her as she clings onto me like a Koala. 

She was giggling as Felix handed out the brownie sundaes and everyone got comfy. Y/N decided on a comedy for the first movie and out of nowhere she asked me, “You guys were never going to leave me, were you?” 

I just smiled at her and said, “Not in a million years. We love you, we always will. Nothing and no one will get in the way of that.” She gave me an indication that she wanted to be closer so I lifted my arm up, that way she could scooch closer to me. I could feel the tears through my sleep shirt as I held her. 

“Thank you for not leaving me.” She said as quietly as she could. The truth is, she is someone that I need, someone that we all need. She is a unique type of person. After about two movies most had abandoned the comforter pile. By the early morning it was just me and Y/N. We were laying down on her new plushies. She took her place on my chest. Much like that night from years ago, I wiped the chocolate from her face and watched her form as she slept, credits rolling on the T.V. I smiled as she slept. I kissed her forehead and she intertwined her leg with mine. A few minutes later we fell asleep, with the promise of better days ahead.

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🩷 sex drive 🩷

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: you go to a valentine's day blood drive at work. maybe it's just that you've been single for too long, but isn't the volunteer drawing your blood kinda...? well, let's just say you wouldn't mind exchanging a few other bodily fluids with him, too. ☆ tags: modern au, workplace au ☆ warnings: 18+!! MINORS DNI!! dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism, daddy kink ☆ a/n: happy valentine's day (again)!! another quick little treat for u all hehe...inspired by my real life experience of going to a valentine's day blood drive (except for the fun parts ofc lmao).

you knew you should have made up an excuse and stayed home today. you hate to be a cliche bitter ass single woman who's not getting any younger on valentine's day, but it's hard not to play to type when the whole office is decorated in cutesy pinks and reds. it definitely doesn't help that your boss, suguru, keeps getting visits every 15 minutes from his boyfriend satoru.

"ugh, what's with the pda?" you grumble at what feels like satoru's 30th visit to suguru's open cubicle. "haven't you two been together for, like, a thousand years already?" your coworker utahime helpfully makes gagging noises to emphasize your point.

"hey now, y/n, you KNOW that i'm the head of marketing and suguru's the head of sales! i can't help it if he and i have lots of important things to discuss," satoru protests with puppy dog eyes.

"i didn't realize important marketing meetings involve sitting on coworkers' laps now," utahime mumbles, and the pair of you giggle conspiratorially.

however, as the day goes on and utahime keeps receiving increasingly elaborate flower arrangements delivered to her from her doctor girlfriend shoko, you find yourself feeling more glum than ever. you decide to go out for a stroll, hoping the cold february air will slap some sense into you.

unfortunately, not even five minutes after you set out, droplets of threatening rain turn into a torrential downpour. you curse; in your mopey mood this morning, you totally forgot to check the forecast!

you really don't want to go back into the lovefest of your office right now, so you start looking desperately around for a rescue — an underhang to stand under, anything.

that's when you see a bright red sign advertising a blood drive for valentine's day being held at your neighboring building. that could be an interesting idea. at least this way, you can tell yourself you did a good deed on valentine's day instead of just complaining the whole time. even more appealingly, you see that it'll take about an hour, which is one less hour you'll have to spend around satoru's soppy nicknames for suguru. after shooting a quick text to your team's group chat informing them of your last minute appointment, you decide to brave the rain and head over, hoping there's an opening for a walk-in.

you enter the room where the blood drive is taking place, praying you don't look too much like a drowned rat. your self-consciousness melts away and you smile brightly when you see a familiar face.

"shoko! you're volunteering here today?"

"oh, hey y/n," your quiet friend replies, giving you a small smile back. "yeah, utahime and i have a date nearby this evening, so i thought i might as well sign up. what time was your appointment for?"

"well, uh, i didn't exactly make an appointment..." you say awkwardly. "are walk-ins ok?"

"no problem, we got a lot of no-shows today anyway," shoko replies with a subtle roll of her eyes. she then hands you a clipboard and a pen. "just fill this out, and i'll get you screened and set up and everything."

you gratefully take the clipboard and head into the tiny compartment curtained off at the side of the room, presumably to give donors some privacy as they get screened. you fill out the form (trying not to think of your stupid ex boyfriend when you encounter the questions about your sex life), and once you're done, you poke your head back outside of the compartment.

"i'm ready now, shoko," you call. when your friend doesn't answer, you crane your neck around to the desk where she had been sitting. "shoko?"

"she just went on break," a husky, masculine voice replies from behind you. "i'll be taking over." you look back and are immediately floored by what just has to be the finest specimen of the male form you've ever seen, clad in obscenely tight scrubs that emphasize every bulging muscle. focus!!

"oh thanks doctor...um...fushiguro," you read from his nametag. he's so tall that it happens to be at your eye level, giving you quite a nice eyeful of his firm, muscular chest. what business did men have being this tall, anyway?!

"just call me toji," he says casually, grinning down at you. he takes the clipboard from your outstretched hands and jerks his head back towards the compartment you had been waiting in. "let's head back there so we have more...privacy." maybe it's just your imagination, but you could have sworn he smirked when he said that. you take deep breaths to suppress the unholy thoughts you're having, and you follow him back into the side room.

when you push the curtain aside and go in after him, you see he's already settled into one of the two chairs crammed into the tight space that he's clearly a little too large for. as you daintily resume your position in your own chair, he shifts and splays his long legs out, brushing your thigh with his knee. you inhale sharply.

he clears his throat and pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket before reading your questionnaire. he nods at your answers (although you can't help but turn beet red as his eyes scan over the section about when you last had a new sex partner).

"looks fine to me. let's take your blood pressure now...y/n" he says, positively purring when he sounds out your name. "beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he says with a roguish wink, making you turn even redder than you ever knew was possible. was he making you uncomfortable on purpose?!

"mind taking your top off?" he asks, rummaging around in the drawer in front of him.

"i'm sorry?!" you choke out. that was a freebie! happy fucking valentine's day to you!

"oh, sorry, i meant so i can put the bp monitor around your arm. i don't know if you can roll your sleeves up in that blouse," he says, looking up from the drawer. you notice his eyes on your breasts, and you realize that you of course had worn your white button down over your lacy black camisole on the day mother nature decided to get you soaking wet. you must look like such a hussy!

you quickly unbutton your blouse and show him your arm to wrap the thick velcro band around, trying hard to avoid eye contact. it doesn't matter, though; you can feel his eyes boring into you like lasers. why does he have to be so hot?! you hope being in his presence won't throw off your blood pressure reading...you can feel your pulse going a little haywire.

As he tightens the band and starts the measurement, toji starts making small talk.

"so, you doing anything for valentine's day?"

ugh. anything but this topic.

"no," you reply simply, hoping not to broker further discussion.

he presses on, not taking your cue (or if he did, he ignored it.)

"no? what, your partner doesn't celebrate?"

toji reads out your bp measurement to you, but you don't even pay attention to it as you notice his hand brushing the side of your breast as he unwraps the bp monitor's band from your exposed arm. you gulp as you realize only the thin satiny layer of your cami is keeping his hands from touching your tits.

"uh..ah.." you say, hoping he doesn't notice the effect his one brief physical touch had on you, "n-no...my ex-boyfriend and i broke up a few months ago already." you don't mention how you saw him in your bed on your birthday in the arms of another person.

toji looks up at you from darkly hooded eyes.

"his loss...i know i'd treasure valentine's day with a pretty little thing like you."

just like that, toji snaps back into professional mode again, leaving you reeling once more from his flirtatious behavior. he was way too handsome to be acting like this on a dime! a girl like you could get ideas...

"i'm going to do a thumbprick now to get a quick reading on your blood. is that ok with you?"

you nod, and he grins at you.

"that's my girl," he hums in a low voice.

then, before you're even able to process what's happening, he takes your hand and engulfs it in his own. he then begins rubbing your hand back and forth, and you feel a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation of his callouses against your small, soft fingers.

"noticed your skin was a little cold, so i thought i'd warm your hand up before taking the sample," he explained, but you're hardly able to even listen to him as you enjoy the blissful sensation of his hands rubbing yours. his fingers were so long and thick, and so dextrous... how would those fingers feel somewhere else...no! stop! what are you thinking?! you've definitely been single for too long.

"all right, y/n," toji murmurs gently. "you're just going to feel a small prick...sorry about that..." he takes the sample and puts it into a machine for processing. he then reaches back into the drawer and withdraws a digital thermometer.

"while we're waiting for that to finish, let's take your temperature." you nod and extend your hands to take the thermometer from him, but he ignores you and instead roughly takes your chin in one of his huge, warm hands, tilting your head up towards his chest.

"open up for me now, y/n" he purrs, your name sounding like the sweetest and most beautiful sound you've ever heard when it's coming from his mouth; you can't help but comply. he gently inserts the thermometer under your tongue, and you note his eyes lingering on your lips for much longer than they have to. embarrassingly, you notice heat pooling between your legs, and tension twisting by your belly button. you could get used to this...all too soon, though, the thermometer beeps, and he takes it out. toji clicks his tongue as he reads the small display.

"99 degrees even," he reads out. "now that's a surprise."

"what? why's that?" you ask, confused. how could a body temperature be surprising?

"well, our cutoff is 99.5, and i was sure you'd be way too hot," he says with a laugh and another wink. you giggle back demurely; you can't help but act all girlish and coquettish with someone like him. you've never seen a man in real life wink so much, but you find you don't mind. it suits him.

"all right, y/n, let's go get some blood drawn!" he says enthusiastically, rising from his chair. you follow suit. he reaches around you (did his arm just brush your breasts again?) and opens the curtain for you. "after you, princess."

you used to hate when your ex called you "princess"...but when toji called you that, it sounded like the doors to the heavens opened and angels were singing. you'll definitely be thinking about that for awhile. probably before bedtime, and probably while touching yourself. you sigh and exit the small room before hopping up onto one of the cots that were brought to the building for the blood drive.

toji pops a small stress ball into your hand. "now, make a fist for me," he says, using his fingers to close yours, "and start squeezing that." he squeezes his fist around yours. it wasn't so confusing of an instruction that you needed a demonstration, and you're beginning to suspect that toji's making excuses to keep touching you. not that you mind, exactly.

you keep squeezing, and he examines the tender inside of your elbow. "that's a gorgeous vein you've got there, princess. this'll be easy for me," he murmurs seductively, and you blush. you've never been complimented on a vein, of all things, before.

soon, toji pierces your arm (pursing his lips sympathetically as you emit a sharp gasp, which of course makes you stare at his lips), and your blood is pumping merrily into a bag. you decide to make conversation with him, this time.

"how about you, toji? i'm sure someone like you has big plans for valentine's day, right?" you ask, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

"oh, yeah," he chuckles. "if you count getting high and watching magnolia for the millionth time big plans. i don't really go for that stuff," he says.

"i love paul thomas anderson," you say huskily, trying to flutter your eyelashes at him. it's been a long time since you've flirted, and you're probably embarrassing yourself. "you know what the perfect film of his for today would be, though?"

"what's that, princess?"

you smirk. "there will be blood."

toji lets out a huge laugh in spite of himself, and you smile proudly. flirtation successful!

soon, your blood has filled the small bag, and toji removes the needle, pressing gauze to the wound. the feel of his hands pressing into your arm is one of the most blissful things you've felt all week. he asks you to continue maintaining the pressure, and you feel like whining that it won't feel as nice as when he does it before remembering where you are and complying. you watch as he picks up your sample and sorts it in with the others; you feel a bit shy, seeing him manhandle your little blood bag like that. it feels so intimate.... you gulp as you imagine him manhandling you like that.

"all right, y/n, now you just need to rest for twenty minutes, and you'll be good to go." you start climbing out from the cot, feeling a little disappointed that your short, exciting interaction with toji is coming to an end. oh well. some excitement is better than none.

"we have some cookies for the donors in the seating area," he continues. "lucky you...i'd love a little taste of something sweet right about now..."

ok, it definitely wasn't your imagination — he positively growled that last sentence, and he was eyeing you. as you get up, you notice you're a little shaky on your feet; you realize that you actually hadn't eaten lunch before coming, since you'd been in such a rush to get away. you list and sway dangerously to one side, but a pair of strong arms braces you. you let your head fall back onto a perfectly firm, taut chest.

"careful, there, sweetheart" toji whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin as he lifts you up. you try not to think too much about how your back is pressed into him right now. "i think i'd better keep an eye on you." he walks you over to the front of the room, bracing your back against himself the whole way over. he leads you to the front of the room, where there are folding chairs and a card table with a small platter of supermarket cookies as promised. as shoko had alluded earlier, the blood drive was not busy at all. in fact, it was completely empty currently; just you and toji, alone in this room... you feel yourself getting faint again, but not for the same reason.

"y'know, princess..." toji says, sitting again with his legs splayed out over the chair across from you as you nibble a chocolate chip cookie. "my shift's ending right about...when your observation period ends."

you tilt your head inquisitively at him, hoping you knew why he was saying this. he leans forward, the flimsy plastic chair creaking under the weight of his solid muscle. what you'd let that muscle do to you...

"i don't think that i, as a medical professional, can let you go back to work today..." he continues. "i think you'd better go home after this." then, he smiles deviously. "and i think i'd better take you back, just to give you a...full examination."

it takes all of your restraint not to fling the rest of the cookie down and jump his bones right then and there. instead, you reply,

"i think i'd appreciate the house call." you do your best to make your voice ooze with suggestion so he knows you're picking up what he's putting down.

after what feels like the slowest fifteen minutes of your life, it's finally time to leave. just as toji's shift is about to end, shoko returns from her break, and you take the opportunity to ask her to have utahime bring your things back home from the office for you. since they're your neighbors, you can pick them up later tonight. or perhaps, tomorrow morning...just in case tonight gets a little too busy.

"something came up," you explain to her breathlessly, but you know shoko notices toji's hand creeping up the small of your back.

"have fun," shoko says to the both of you, only slightly judgmental but mostly encouraging.

since you took the bus to work that morning and toji refuses to wait a moment longer than he has to to commence your "examination," he insists on driving you back in his car. you both practically sprint through the parking lot, and he breaks at least three traffic laws zooming back to your apartment in the rain as you yell directions. for a doctor, he sure is awfully reckless.

finally, finally, after an agonizingly long wait, you're at your building. you're about to climb out of the car, but toji is way ahead of you, opening the door for you. you are about to climb out and jokingly thank him for his chivalry when he unceremoniously scoops you out of your seat and swings you over his shoulder. you shriek with laughter.

"toji! put me down!"

you're also all too aware that you're wearing a pretty short skirt that day.

"sorry, princess," he says smoothly. "it's protocol. i can't have you walking back in just in case you pass out, or something."

you're about to ask if he's even been to medical school when he shoves your key into your apartment door, slams it open, and, equally roughly, slams your back against the wall. the breath is shoved out of your lungs as he immediately captures your mouth with his, swallowing any potential protest you might have had (which you didn't, you absolutely didn't. not even close.). he carries your entire weight easily as he shuts the door behind him with his foot; you're hardly paying attention, though, as you're too busy widening your mouth and entangling your tongue with his. you greedily bite down on his lip, and he growls in response.

"let's get you to the examination table," he groans. you wrap your legs around his narrow waist, and he carries you haphazardly to your dining table, crashing into and knocking over furniture along the way. carrying you with one arm, he carelessly clears the table with his other before plopping you onto the tabletop. he kneels before your legs and tears off your tights in one swift motion.

"i hope you're planning to help clean up—" you start, but your breath hitches in your throat as he begins kissing up your ankle, then your calf...then your thigh...he gets slower and slower as he gets closer to where you most want him to go. you try to shift forward on the table to bring your throbbing center closer to him, but he holds you firmly in place with two powerful hands clamped on your hips.

"patience, princess..."

you close your eyes and start taking deep breaths, but the moment is disrupted by an annoying loud vibration against the wooden tabletop.

"who the fuck is 'ryomen sukuna?'" toji scoffs, "and why do you have a heart next to his name? you been lyin' to me, princess? have you been naughty?"

"no," you breathe, and it comes out as a whine. "no, daddy, i've been a good girl, promise. please..."

"'please' what, princess? help daddy out here," he purrs with a wicked grin. just then, your stupid phone vibrates again, and you're about to pick it up and throw it out the window when toji wrests it from your grip.

"your idiot ex, i'm guessing?" he asks. all you can do is nod, the words robbed from you.

"well, my professional recommendation is...for you to tell him to fuck off."

"i will, toji, i promise," you pant. "please, just ignore him, i promise, he's nothing to me."

"you're not listening to me, princess..." toji says in a low, dangerous voice. "i want you to tell him to fuck off. right. now." he slides the answer button on your phone and hands it to you before you can protest.

"h-hello?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "sukuna?"

"heyyyy, y/n....missed hearing your voice, boo," sukuna coos, clearly inebriated. you scoff in disgust; it's only four in the afternoon. sukuna was such a mess.

"what do you want, sukuna? i thought i w-was..." you start out assertively, but your resolve is breaking as a practiced tongue once again starts swirling its way up your legs, alternating between your left and right thighs. you clench your toes and grit your teeth before continuing.

"i was ... clear...that ... that we're o-over," you say, the last word coming out as a moan as you feel a set of teeth pulling off your panties ever so gently.

"baby, i told you!" sukuna whines. "uraume's nothin' to me, babe! they're just a friend! you're my one and only, baby!"

even in the midst of the sensory overload occurring in your bottom half, you still roll your eyes. yeah, "just friends" made out in bed naked all the time, right?

"i want you to...to...s-stop.." you pant, as sukuna finally picks up on your strange manner of speech.

"hold on, y/n, is someone there with you?" he snarls, his famous temper rising to the forefront. "you whoring it up with another guy already?"

at that, toji grabs the phone from you and growls into it, "seems like she finally decided she needs a real man, not some cheatin' asshole who can't appreciate her properly!"

the moment he finishes talking, toji leans back into your thighs and finally plunders you with his tongue, raising the phone to your mouth in time for you to moan sinfully into it as sukuna is arguing back. toji doesn't even bother hanging up as he throws the phone across the room.

toji grips your thighs tightly enough to leave bruises as he feasts on you, and you wrap your legs around him, tangle your hands in his short hair, and squirm in delight. it doesn't take you very long to come undone under his practiced mouth.

he rises back to his feet, licking his lips.

"finally got to satisfy my sweet tooth today," he says mischievously. you grab the v-neck of his shirt and tug him closer to you aggressively.

"take me to bed. it's your turn next," you declare authoritatively. then, you kiss him fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"your wish is my command, princess," he replies with a dark chuckle, before lifting you, bridal style, to your bedroom.

this was shaping up to be a great valentine's day after all.

[jeridandridge]

Hardest of Hearts

Melissa helps you handle a life changing event. CW: talk of Abortion

A/N: This is a different angle on a trope we’ve seen many times. I decided to explore the other side of a very real situation.

On a Friday afternoon you sit at your usual table with Melissa and Barbara tapping away on your phone lost in your own thoughts. The senseless chatter from Janine and Jacob going on behind you doesn’t even register as you look at the test results on your phone screen.

“Hey you okay, hon?” Melissa sits looking at you concerned.

You can’t do anything but nod and give her a tight smile as your heart beats fast against your ribcage.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Barbara asks in the most comforting way only Barbara knows how.

Letting out a sigh you lock your phone and reach out for your water bottle instead. “I’m okay, really.” It was a lie, but none of your co workers needed to know your personal business. Especially Barbara and Melissa.

The redhead looks at you with something in her eyes that you cant place and you feel like you could cry right there. Being in love with the woman didn’t help your current situation. Getting up abruptly you give the group a tight smile as you gather your things. “I have some stuff to catch up on, you guys have a good weekend.”

As you walk out of the lounge you try to keep it together long enough to get up to your classroom. Looking at the clock you take a shaky breath realizing you have two hours left. It would be an easy rest of the day, you’d been letting the kids work on their own on a project anyway. You could make it.

As soon as your kids are gone you grab your bag and keys slipping out to your car before you can see any of your co workers in the hallway. On your drive away from Abbott you replay that day in your head. Melissa being mad at Gary all day. You planning on asking Melissa to dinner. Gary showing up at the last possible minute for a Valentine’s Day surprise. You meeting your friends at the bar. You going home with one of them. Now here you are pregnant according to your blood tests.

“Stupid.” You huff under your breath. You were always careful. Never hooking up with strangers, always using condoms. Now on your way home you come to the firm decision that you’re not ready to be a mother. You couldn’t even keep a plant alive. You had no right bringing a child into the world when you were still figuring your life out and living in a shoebox of an apartment.

Parking and going inside you lock yourself in for the weekend planning on trying to relax before making an appointment at the clinic for as soon as possible. That’s when you decide you’ll tell Melissa what’s going on. You might not have gotten the girl, but you did trust her with your life.

As the evening goes by, you receive a few texts from Melissa asking how you are and what’s going on but you leave your phone alone. Sitting with a book in your lap you try to escape reality for just a moment, only to be brought out of the story by a consistent knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” You call out getting off the couch. Looking through the peep hole you sigh when you see the redhead standing there with her hair up, hoodie on, and a bag in hand. Opening the door you keep your hand on the knob opening it just enough.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been acting weird and weren’t answering my texts so I thought I’d come by.” She shrugs holding up the bag from the store. “I brought treats and I miss you.”

Sucking in a breath you nod opening the door for her to come in. “I’ve been around,” you say softly.

“Yeah hon but something’s goin on. Can we talk about it?” She asks as you lock the door once more.

“There’s not much to talk about, Mel. Honest.”

Not believing a word you say yourself, it doesn’t shock you when the redhead looks at you with an unamused expression.

“Hon,” she sighs, “I don’t know what I did, but you’ve been kinda avoiding me all week, what’s goin on?”

Plopping down on the couch you bring your knees up to your chest, the redhead sitting across from you. God she was pretty.

“It’s not you, Mel. I swear. It’s a me thing and hopefully soon I won’t have to worry about it.”

Melissa reaches out gently cupping your cheek. For just a moment your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the contact.

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re talkin to the queen of hiding emotions.” She teases you with a small smile.

Taking a breath you gently reach for her hand removing it from your cheek so you can hold it, a gentle squeeze from the older woman grounding you.

“I’m only going to tell you this because we’re friends and I trust you with my life.” You start, your hands shaking as a cold sweat hits you.

“About a month ago, I went out and did something stupid. Now I’m pregnant.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hands.

“And I can’t keep it.” You let out as the tears start to burn your eyes.

“Oh hon,” she moves forward to hug you, but before she can you reach out resting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her perfume hits your nose and that only adds to your

“If you hug me right now I think I’ll fall apart.” You all but plead with her.

The redhead nods putting her hands in her lap as you sit in front of her practically shaking.

“What can I do?” Is all she asks. And that’s when the dam breaks.

Tears fall down your cheeks in anger and sadness, undoubtedly making you look psychotic. You wished you could tell her everything, but you can’t. Not now.

“Take me to the clinic?”

The redhead looks at you with watery eyes nodding. “I got you.” She hums gently offering you her hand.

Reaching out you open your arms, finally ready for a hug as you calm your breathing. you hold onto Melissa like she’s your lifeline, a raft keeping you afloat in dangerous waters. She holds you as if you’re going to disappear into thin air.

From that moment on the weekend turns into a blur. That night you climb into bed with Melissa beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles against your back through your shirt. You want to turn over and wrap around her but think better of it. You’re close enough, you won’t ruin it.

The next morning you wake up with Melissa’s arm wrapped around you and her front pressed to your back in a warm embrace beneath the blankets. When you shift you realize she’s already awake, moving back a bit to let you move.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your weekend.” You hum moving to face her.

Jade eyes meet yours and soft pink lips curl into a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, hon. My weekend was gonna be crappy reality tv and grocery shopping.”

“Not doing anything with Gary?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“Oh that,” she hums. “Yeah that’s over.”

She says it so nonchalantly, you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not for her.

“Oh.” Is all you say and that’s where that conversation ends despite you wanting to know more.

As the weekend goes on you’re pampered by Melissa. She makes sure you eat and stay hydrated, and is right by your side when the clinic calls you back in the afternoon.

“The earliest appointment possible would be great.” You hum into the phone as the redhead gently rubs your back. “Yes, thank you.”

Hanging up you set the phone down and tip your head back letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have to call in on Monday.”

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it.” She says moving for her phone.

“What are you gonna say? It’s a little strange for both of us to need the morning off isn’t it?” You worry, hoping Ava doesn’t ask her too many questions.

“Let me handle Ava, hon. I won’t tell her anything personal.”

“I know you won’t.” You nod. “I just- yeah.” You lean against the counter bringing your hand to your forehead. Your mind was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it. Watching Melissa tap on her phone you look down at the floor zoning out.

“All set, hon.” She assures you with a warm smile. “Now what’s goin on over there?” She asks coming up to your side again.

“Nothing, just- thank you.” You tell her sincerely, hoping that’s enough for now.

As the clock ticks you toss and turn on Sunday night unable to calm down. Laying in the dark you sigh under the sheets. Melissa wraps her arm around you once more, brining you closer to her.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” She gently squeezes you.

You don’t know when, but you manage to fall asleep even if it’s just for a couple hours. Waking up to the sound of your alarm going off you let out a huff staying in the warm bubble you and Melissa were in.

“Hon, you awake?” She hums reaching over for your phone turning the alarm off.

“I’m up.” You whisper not bothering to move from the tangle of legs and the arms you’re being held in. “Thank you, for all of this, Mel.” She can think you just mean being there or taking you for your procedure, but this very moment is enough.

“I’m honored you trust me, hon.” She hums kissing your temple. “We should get moving.”

Knowing she’s right you yawn, sitting up and stretching out as you both get up for the day ahead. Brushing your teeth and washing your face you and Melissa move around your tiny bathroom comfortably as if you do this all the time.

“Did they tell you what to do for aftercare or anything?” She asks brushing out her curls.

“Basically no strenuous activity, I’m gonna have a little bit of bleeding and discomfort.” You shrug trying to play it off. Deep down you were scared of what to expect after, but you knew this was the right decision. Having Melissa at your side even if you haven’t told her your feelings is enough.

“When we get back you’re not doing a damn thing.” She tells you in a voice that tells you not to argue. “Take a nap and let me cook.”

“Well I can’t tell a Schemmenti to stay out of a kitchen now can I?” You joke through a nervous laugh.

“Especially after something like this.” She nods moving through the room to get her boots on.

Watching her from the bathroom you take everything in. The lamp in the room is dim, and her hair cascades down her back in red waves. With everything she’s done for you, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

“Mel, can I tell you something?” You asks keeping your eyes on the doorframe.

“Hon, at this point you can tell me anything.” She chuckles tying her laces.

“I’ll understand if you change your mind about taking me this morning. But I need to get this out before I go in there.” You let out in a shaky breath.

Melissa stands back up coming over to you gently taking your hands in hers. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me. I ain’t goin anywhere.” She promises.

Looking at your fingers laced with hers, you take a deep breath before you meet those gorgeous green eyes again.

“I- this is horrible timing.” You laugh sadly shaking your head.

Melissa lets go of one hand reaching up to gently tip your chin up. “Are you gonna tell me or should we get ready, go, and talk about us when you’re feeling better?” She asks you as if she already knows. The way she looks at you tells you she knows.

Swallowing hard you nod, keeping your hand in hers.

Something shifts. The fear you had starts to lift as you walk out to her car a little while later. In your sweatpants and hoodie you sink into the passenger seat with your bag and water bottle taking deep breaths.

Watching the redhead get in the car she settles herself and starts it up, pulling out of your apartment complex. Going through the streets it’s relatively quiet in the city, some people are just going home and some are getting ready for a long day. As you get closer to the clinic you feel Melissa’s hand on yours stilling your shaking you hadn’t realized was happening.

“Is Barb gonna hate me?” You ask quietly, thinking of how you dragged her best friend into this mess. She was a Christian woman after all.

“Barb doesn’t need to know your business,” Melissa shakes her head. “But if you do tell her, she’s Barb, hon. She’s not gonna hate you ever. Especially when you’re with me.” She squeezes your hand with a soft smile.

The rest of the drive goes fine after that. You do your breathing and hold Melissa’s hand, only looking up as you pull into the lot where you were instructed to go to. Parking, Melissa gets out with you giving you a sense of relief. “I told ya I’m not goin anywhere.”

And sure enough she doesn’t. Through the paperwork and exam process, Melissa is by your side holding your hand. When you wake up from the procedure she’s there in the waiting room as you’re pushed out in the wheel chair. The kind nurse that was there from the start takes you out to the car making sure you get in safely with Melissa’s help.

Sitting groggy and sore you look at Melissa through the window with hooded eyes as she speaks to the woman, realizing you fell for her for all the right reasons. The drive home is a slow one. Melissa takes her time making sure to avoid as many potholes as possible, driving cautiously enough to have people honking at her.

“Yeah yeah go around me.” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t use the car bat.” You mumble the joke out, eyes still closed in the passenger seat. When you wake up to Melissa carefully opening the car door you feel her hand stroking your cheek.

“Hon, cmon let’s get you inside.”

Sitting up you blink a couple times, swinging your legs out of the car you wince as you get up.

“Nice and easy.” She encourages wrapping her arm around your waist.

Leaning into her you walk slower than usual into the building. You were happy you had an elevator. Up to your apartment Melissa keeps you close, keeping her arm around you as you unlock the door.

“Let’s get you to bed, hon.”

“Come with me?” You ask quietly, as if she hadn’t already told you she knows how you feel about her. She was so understanding of everything and on top of that you were so tired you could cry.

The redhead nods, gently rubbing your back as you go back to where you started your day just a couple hours ago. Getting your shoes off Melissa helps you lift your legs onto the bed, putting the blanket over you. Laying there in your still dark room you wait for the redhead to join you, her arms immediately going around you as she lays down.

When you feel her lips meet your temple in a soft kiss you let out a content sigh, drifting off to sleep with your hand over hers.

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 7

Hello! All righty, I think I know how the apprentices are going to go and how to work Erica into the plot (she was refusing before), so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Just soft Stevie hours today. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

***

They got into work and immediately Robin started making calls.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked opened up the shop.

“I’m rearranging your appointments for tomorrow so we can go put up the fliers,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, okay. You’re making sure not to overbook me, right?” He bit his lip and looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. He did. He was just terrified.

She sighed and put the phone down. She moved around the desk and gave him a big hug. “You’ve got this and so do I. And if things go well enough we can hire a second receptionist.”

Steve raised his head. “And then you’d be able to go back to school with all that money you save up.” He looked hopeful.

Robin grinned. “Of course you would be more excited about something good happening to me then for your own damned good. Doofus!” She gave him a big kiss. “But yes, I could go back to school.”

Steve nodded. Yeah, okay. This was really was the best thing for them both.

He was nervous about Eddie coming over that night in a way that he wasn’t usually. He had had boyfriends and girlfriends a plenty. Hookups when he wanted them, too. But the thought of Eddie coming over put him on the edge. But he forced himself to focus when doing the tattoos, though.

He had to. There was actual blood involved and a slip up could seriously harm someone. But if he let his mind wander between sessions, well that was between him and Robin and Robin wasn’t going to say shit.

Finally the day was over and they closed up for the night.

“Are you sure you want to spend the night over at Erica’s?” Steve asked as they got in his car.

“It’s fine,” Robin said. “I have no desire to listen to metal or watch the two of you moon over each other, either.”

Steve flushed a bright red.

“We don’t make moon eyes at each other,” he defended.

She laughed light and clear. “And if I were to text Dustin right now he wouldn’t say that you weren’t gaga for each other last night?”

He scoffed. “This is the same dude that thought you were straight, Robs.”

Robin blinked rapidly. “Yeah okay, that’s fair. What about Suzie? Would she say the same?”

That brought Steve short. “Uh...” he snatched her phone and tossed it on the back seat. “No comment.”

“Steve!” she squawked, trying to get at her phone, but it was useless. He was already driving.

She pouted all the way to Erica’s. “Maybe I should come home and tell Eddie all the embarrassing stories.”

Steve scoffed. “And I’d tell him all the embarrassing stories about you.”

“I don’t have any embarrassing stories.”

“So you weren’t embarrassed that time you flirted with Lucas’s teammate’s girlfriend. In front of said teammate?”

Robin’s jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Fine,” she said with a huff getting out the car. “I won’t tell Eddie embarrassing stories, but I’ll get Dustin to tell him for me!”

“Wait!” Steve called but Robin closed the door with her bag and phone in hand and laughed all the way up to Erica’s apartment.

“Shit!”

*

Eddie came over just as Steve was finishing up dinner.

He turned the heat down and went to go get the door to Eddie holding a large box of vinyls and presumably a record player.

“Sorry about the box,” Eddie said with a grimace as he slipped past Steve to set it on the coffee table. “But as easy as it would be to just play them on my phone...”

“There is just some music meant to be played on vinyl?” Steve finished for him with a fond smile.

Eddie lit up. “Yeah. You get it! There is just something so pure about the music this way. The only way to get it purer than this, is to see it live.”

Steve smiled up at him. “Which is a tad expensive.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah. Hey, what smells good? I thought we were getting take out?”

“I got home earlier than I usually do,” he said, heading back into the kitchen, “so I made spaghetti, I hope that’s okay.”

“It sounds divine,” Eddie said. “I’ll get this set up, while you finish making our dinner.”

Steve beamed at him. “And that sounds like a plan. I’ll be out in about ten. Feel free to look around. Everywhere except the closed bedroom on the left. That’s Robin’s.”

“Where is the Buckster tonight?” Eddie called after him as he got down to setting up his record player.

“Staying with a friend of ours,” Steve said. “Actually, Erica is the little sister of the reason you had to come see me in the first place.”

“She’s Lucas’s little sister?” Eddie’s head poked around the corner to peer into the kitchen. “I think I remember her. She had a D&D character based on a ‘My Little Pony’ character. She was a real spitfire, but I had graduated before she joined Hellfire.”

Steve chuckled. “That would be the one. I think she even became president of the club her senior year.” He spooned out some of the sauce and turned to Eddie. “Here, try this tell me what you think.”

Eddie sauntered up to him and took sip from the spoon and hummed. “Shit, dude. That’s amazing. If this tattoo thing ever goes bust, you could be a chef.”

Steve ducked his head to hide the blush that stained his cheeks. “It’s nothing special.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Did you make it or did it come from a jar?”

“Well, the sauce came from a can,” Steve admitted, “but the rest of it was me.”

Eddie clutched chest. “Oh my! You didn’t blend the tomatoes yourself! I take it back. I take it all back!”

Steve laughed out loud. “Yeah, yeah. All right, point taken. Drama queen.”

Eddie scuffed Steve’s shoulder. “Go easy on yourself, man. Life’s tough enough without adding our own fucking baggage.”

“Is that another Wayne-ism?” he asked, getting down the plates from the cupboard.

Eddie grinned. “One of the first ones he ever taught me.”

Steve put the food on the plates and handed one to him. “I’d like to meet him some day.”

Eddie’s smile turned soft. “I’d like that, too. He’s still back in Hawkins, though. So it would have to be a weekend trip if we go.”

Steve laughed and walked out to the front room. “I’d like that. Once I get a couple of apprentices, I’d happily blow off work to meet the famous Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. He shoved his hair in front of his face and nodded.

They ate while Eddie gave him a history lesson on metal. Steve was endlessly fascinated. He’d never had anyone explain the differences between rock, metal, and punk before. He learned it’s not just about the sound or the lyrics. It’s about the chords. The bass. The drums. They’re different. And Eddie pulled up a couple of rock and punk songs so that Steve could hear the difference. And suddenly he gets it.

He gets up and goes to his room and brings out an old acoustic guitar and hands it to Eddie. “Play me one of the songs you play on Saturday.”

Eddie gingerly takes the cherry red guitar from him. “Who’s pretty little thing is this?”

Steve blushed. “It was mine. I bought it learn how to play this girl’s favorite song, but she broke up with me before I could play it for her.”

“Her loss,” Eddie said seriously. “Which song was it?”

Steve winced. “It’s really bad. I’m not sure I want to tell you.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he tilted his head. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

Steve named the song.

“Nope, I take that back,” Eddie said. “That is the absolute worst. Please tell me you don’t like that kind of music.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m more of Imagine Dragons, Rise Against, The Struts kind of guy...which isn’t really anything except alt rock. Even Robin thinks my music is eclectic.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Nothing wrong with liking different kinds of music. Coloring outside the lines is what drew me to metal in the first place. I can’t fault someone else finding the same appeal in a different genre.”

Steve smiled back. “I’m really liking this music though. I thought it was all screaming.”

“That’s a common misconception,” Eddie agreed. “There are a lot of bands that scream, but not all of them. The ones that do are more commonly called screamo bands than metal, though.”

Steve nodded.

They talked until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t until Eddie saw the sky began to lighten that they even realized the time.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Is that the sun rise?” He grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him on to the balcony where they watched the sun come up.

“I don’t remember the last time I watched the sun come up,” Steve whispered leaning on the wrought metal railing. He looked over at Eddie, the first rays of sunlight turning the brown curls almost copper and knew Robin had been right. He was in love with this beautiful man.

Eddie laughed. “Me and the boys caught a lot of late nights when we were first getting started so we got to see the sun come up loads of times. But I don’t remember the last time that it was a good thing instead of proof we’d been working too hard.”

Steve smiled. “All that work has paid off.”

“I suppose,” Eddie said, “selling out arenas to screaming crowds would have been nice, though.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together.

Just as the sun crested over the horizon, Eddie turned to him. “Hey don’t you have to open the shop in a few hours?”

Steve shook his head. “Not today. Robin and I are going to hit up the local colleges and dives putting up fliers for an apprenticeship under me.”

Eddie turned around and leaned his arms on the railing. “I didn’t know people still did fliers these days.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s a little different for tattoo artists and shit. I’ve posted on social media, but I need to get the ones who don’t follow me, you know. The ones that are like me that don’t know they want this. The ones that are thinking about making a change in their lives and don’t know what that looks like yet. But they’ll see the fliers. Maybe they’ll take a chance. Those are the ones I’m looking for.”

Eddie smiled at him. “You’re really passionate about this, huh?”

“I love it.”

The words on Steve’s lips that he bit back, I love you. I could be as passionate about you as I am about this. Let me please.

But if his failed relationships taught him anything, it was that he was too much. But he could wait. Wait until he was just right for someone. He hoped it was Eddie.

***

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The Ironies of Life (Part 4) - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster/ Fem!OC (Naomi)

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: (Unplanned) Pregnancy; Exes to Partners; Emotional Angst; Pregnancy Complications; Hospitals; Referenced Labor and Delivery; Carole and Goose are Mentioned; Named Female OC (Naomi), but No Physical Descriptions

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: Naomi and Rooster welcome their child to the world.

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Rooster spent the rest of the weekend up with Naomi’s family setting up the nursery and just generally preparing for the baby’s arrival. Naomi thanked him for making sure that she got into bed safely after she fell asleep in the nursery after her baby shower and Rooster told her not to worry about it. And that was all that came of that.

After the baby shower weekend, Rooster and Naomi left on better terms. And with the baby’s due date coming up, Rooster was very thankful for that. They had been texting back and forth pretty much every day. Naomi kept him up to date on her latest pregnancy milestones and appointments. Rooster found himself staring at the updated ultrasound photo before he went to bed every night and every morning when he woke up.

But then that little voice in that back of his head would scold him for getting attached and he would stow it away again, only to repeat the cycle the next day.

He didn’t want to claim that he was a thousand percent ready to be a dad, to be a co-parent with his ex, who lived hours away from him. But it was getting easier to picture. It was getting easier to slip into that fantasy. Even when that voice in the back of his head told him that he was crazy for thinking that it was attainable and maintainable, it was getting harder to fight the urge to picture that picket fence kind of life.

“I was talking with Cyclone today,” Hangman stated, causing everyone to turn to him. They were all sitting out back of the Hard Deck, soaking up the sun after a long day. “He seems to think that we'll be called up soon. Within three months is what he told me.”

“That sounds about right,” Phoenix agreed, tapping her fingers on the table. “Frankly, I was expecting us to be deployed sooner.”

That had Rooster whipping his head around.

Naomi’s due date was two weeks away. A date that was now burned into Rooster’s brain. Any date that got thrown around him, Rooster always measured it against Naomi’s due date. He already informed Cyclone about Naomi's due date and Cyclone told him that he couldn’t guarantee anything, but he would try his best to make sure that Rooster was there.

But there was nothing that Cyclone would be able to do when it came to a deployment. If they got called up, they got called up, and it would have been like Rooster never even tried to reenter Naomi’s life or be there for the baby in the first place.

“Really?” Rooster asked Phoenix quietly, who quickly noted his concerned expression.

“Relax. It probably won’t be for some time,” she replied, sensing his nerves. “You’ll make it.”

Rooster nodded, blinking a bit rapidly, before he took a couple sips of his beer and calmed down. Falling into a casual conversation with Bob and Fanboy, Rooster didn’t notice his phone vibrating on the table. If it wasn’t for Phoenix nudging him in the side, he would have completely missed the call.

Taking his phone from Phoenix’s outstretched hand, Rooster flipped it over to see that Sydney was calling him. Raising an eyebrow, Rooster answered the phone call as he stepped away from the table. The conversation died down a bit as the rest of the Daggers glanced over at him curiously.

“What’s that about?” Bob asked Phoenix, who shrugged in response.

“Hello?” Rooster answered, confused.

“You need to get here. Now,” Sydney stated, not beating around the bush at all.

“What? Is Naomi in labor?” Rooster questioned, raising his voice a bit in surprise.

“No. Not yet. She passed out. Collapsed. At work,” Sydney replied, causing Rooster’s blood to instantly run cold.

“What?” he breathed out. “Is she okay? Is the baby okay?”

“She’s at the hospital. I’m driving there now and I haven’t talked to her or the doctors yet. I’ll keep you updated, but if you can get up here, get here. Now.”  

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Rooster promised before hanging up the phone.

The other Daggers seemed to hear the panic in his voice because when he turned around to grab his keys, the other Daggers were already standing up, ready for action.

“What do you need?” Phoenix asked bluntly, reading the panic all over Rooster’s face.

~~~~~

Naomi sighed, rubbing her bump slowly as the doctors and nurses moved around her. Her mom and her sister Sydney were sitting on either side of her as the doctors continued to study the monitors. Naomi was clearly exhausted and very much embarrassed, but she thought that she was just a little dehydrated and sleep deprived. Nothing more.

“Can I go home yet?” Naomi asked softly, earning a sharp look from her sister.

“You just passed out and you’re over eight months pregnant. Don’t be stupid.”

“Sydney, your sister is aggravated enough,” their mother called from the other side of the room. Turning to one of the nurses, Naomi’s mom smiled kindly. “Do you have any kind of update that you could share with us? Anything at all?”

“We’re waiting on an obstetrician,” the nurse stated, typing something into Naomi’s chart. “In the meantime, you should focus on getting your blood sugar up.”

Naomi sighed, leaning back, and holding her hands to her face. It was already embarrassing enough that she passed out at work, on one of her last days before she took her maternity leave, but now it looked like she would be spending an extended period of time in the hospital when all she wanted to do was curl up in her own bed and shut out the world.

“I just want to go home,” Naomi sighed, exhausted and emotionally drained.

“Honey, it’s probably best if you just hang out here for some time. Just until we’re sure that you and the baby are all set,” Naomi’s mom stated, patting her daughter’s shoulder. “Why don’t you just take a breath, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”

Naomi nodded, focusing on her breathing for a few moments, until the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall caused her to open her eyes again. She turned her head just in time for the curtain blocking off her emergency room section to burst open, revealing an absolutely frazzled and stressed-out-of-his-mind Rooster.

“Rooster?” Naomi gasped, sitting up in her bed.

“Are you okay?” Rooster asked, rushing around to her bedside. Sydney shifted out of the way, making space for Rooster. “Are you and the baby alright?”

“Yes, we’re fine,” Naomi assured him quietly, blinking rapidly. “How did you even know that I was here?”

“Your sister called me,” Rooster stated softly.

Naomi to shot a glare in Sydney’s direction only to find that Sydney excused herself from the whole room. Growling out in frustration, Naomi leaned back against her bed as her mom got up, glancing between Naomi and Rooster.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” she spoke with a knowing look.

Rooster waited until Naomi’s mom stepped out of the room and drew the large privacy curtain again before turning back to Naomi. His ex-girlfriend seemed annoyed by his presence and he was beginning to wonder if he crossed some unwritten boundary by coming up here to check up on her.

“Did you want me to go too?” he asked, causing Naomi to immediate whip around.

“No, no,” she quickly replied, grabbing his hand, as if she was worried that he would slip away in a second if she didn't. “No, I, I want you here. I just, I thought that you had work and everything else and I was just dehydrated and I didn’t see the big fuss in it to call you and freak you out and everything.”

“Naomi, I don’t give a shit about what else I have going on,” Rooster responded firmly, causing Naomi to pause. “You’re in the hospital. That’s my first priority. Always.”

“Did you get emergency leave?”

“Yeah, I called Cyclone and he granted it,” Rooster replied softly, nodding along. “He said that if you went into labor, he would just send me on paternity leave.”

“Well, I don’t think that she’s coming any time soon,” Naomi mumbled, rubbing her bump.

Of course, her little slip up went unnoticed by herself. But Rooster noticed it. His eyes widened a fraction and he stood there in shock for a few moments. Naomi turned back to him, a bit confused at his sudden silence.

“What?”

“We’re having a girl?” Rooster asked, causing Naomi to start to panic.

“Shit, I—I’m so sorry!” she apologized, holding her hands over her mouth as tears came to her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Bradley! I knew that you wanted to wait and I just forgot because I’m just stupidly tired and I’m so sorry, Bradley!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rooster replied, grabbing Naomi’s hands away from her mouth and getting her to look at him. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. You wanted to wait and I ruined it,” Naomi started to cry, simply overwhelmed with her day.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Rooster assured her, squeezing her hands. Tears came to his own eyes as he stared down at her large bump for a moment before turning back to Naomi with a watery smile. “We’re having a girl. A little girl.”

“Yes, we are,” Naomi agreed, tears still streaming down her face.

Rooster gently pulled Naomi into a hug, emotionally overwhelmed on his own. Rubbing her bump as Naomi buried her face into his neck, Rooster finally let himself accept the fact that he was going to become a dad. He had been frightened, terrified, absolutely out of his mind with stress after Sydney called him. And during the short flight and trip here, the same thoughts kept flying through his mind.

He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose Naomi. He couldn’t lose the baby. He couldn’t lose his daughter.

And that emotional distance that he forced himself to maintain from the idea of having kids, which was more of the result of his childhood trauma than his own personal desires, chipped away all the more. He held Naomi close and didn’t dare let her go. Not when he was so close to losing her and the baby. Even if it was just a scare, he wasn’t going to take them for granted ever again.

“May I come in?” a voice called from outside the drawn curtain, causing Naomi and Rooster to release each other.

“Please,” Naomi replied, sniffling and wiping away her tears.

“My name is Dr. Nazario. I’m an obstetrician in the maternity ward here at the hospital,” the obstetrician explained softly, standing on the other side of Naomi’s bed. “We’re going to briefly transfer you to the other side of the hospital to check you and your baby over.”

“And then I’ll be released?” Naomi asked, causing the obstetrician to pause and glance up at Rooster.

“Let’s just see how the two of you are doing first before we make any decisions about that.”

A nurse arrived to unhook Naomi from the monitors. Rooster texted Naomi’s mom and her sister to tell them what was going on before gathering all of Naomi’s things and pushing Naomi in a wheelchair down the hall. Naomi was quickly hooked up to several different machines and Dr. Nazario conducted an exam and an ultrasound to see if their baby girl was healthy and happy.

The obstetrician was calm and methodical and didn’t give anything away as she did her checks. Rooster stood on the balls of his feet, ready for action, and offered Naomi a hand, which she quickly took to holding and fiddling with to try and keep her own sanity.

“Alright,” Dr. Nazario stated, turning back to Naomi and Rooster, “it seems that you’ll be here with us for a little while longer.”

“I’m sorry?” Naomi asked, sitting up more.

“What’s wrong?” Rooster questioned, squeezing Naomi’s hand reassuringly.

“Nothing extreme,” Dr. Nazario assured both parents, her face calm and neutral. “But your baby’s blood pressure is lower than it should be and seems to be getting lower.”

“What?” Naomi gasped, protectively wrapping an arm around her bump. Rooster’s expression steeled but internally he was panicking. Absolutely panicking. But he couldn’t let it show. Not when he could feel Naomi’s anxiety radiating off of her. “But she was fine at my last check up! They said that—”

“—She’s fine now,” Dr. Nazario interjected, trying to keep Naomi calm. “She just needs to come sooner rather than later.”

“Like a C section?” Naomi asked, causing Dr. Nazario to shake her head.

“No, no, you can give birth naturally. But we’ll have to induce you,” Dr. Nazario explained, causing Naomi to freeze. “You still have plenty of time and you should get your rest now. But in a couple of hours, we’ll need to induce you so that it doesn’t get any worse.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Naomi sobbed out, causing Rooster to immediately drop to her side and pull her in for a hug.

“No, not at all,” Dr. Nazario replied calmly, resting a hand on Naomi’s shoulder. “Sometimes, it just happens this way. It’s nothing to be scared about and there’s certainly nothing to blame yourself over. We’ll take good care of you here, alright?”

“Thank you,” Rooster stated for Naomi, holding her close.

“Try and get some sleep,” Dr. Nazario suggested, causing Rooster to nod on behalf of Naomi.

Once Dr. Nazario was out of the room, Naomi immediately burst out into tears, burying her face into Rooster’s chest. He held her as close as he could, rubbing her back and her bump as he tried to remain calm himself. Naomi was the one going through it right now and he needed to support her. She needed him, their daughter needed him, and he wouldn’t let them down.

“What are we going to do?” Naomi whimpered out, snapping Rooster back to the present.

“I’m going to text your mom and your sister and tell them to come down here. One of them will go and grab your stuff from the house and bring it back here. And we can email your boss to tell them that you’re taking your leave early. And then you should sleep, if you can,” Rooster listed off, maintaining his composure. “And then they’ll induce you and our daughter will be here and it’ll all be fine.”

“Please don’t leave me,” Naomi begged him, causing Rooster’s heart to shatter in his chest.

“I won’t,” he vowed, pressing a kiss to her head. “Not again.”

~~~~~

Naomi eventually settled to sleep, exhausted from her day. They already talked to her boss about her maternity leave and Sydney dropped off the hospital bag and the car with the baby seat before heading home herself. Naomi’s mom promised to be back in the morning and Rooster stayed by Naomi’s side the whole time.

When he was certain that she was asleep, Rooster stood up from his seat and walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind him quietly, Rooster headed down the hall so that he wouldn’t disturb Naomi or anyone else. Stepping outside the ward for a brief moment, Rooster pulled out his phone and made a call.

Maverick picked up before the first ring even finished.

“Bradley? What’s wrong? Is Naomi alright? And the baby? What’s going on?” Maverick asked, rapid fire.

“They’re okay,” Rooster stated shakily, glancing back at the ward. “But, uh, they’re going to induce her.”

“Induce her?”

“Yeah, the baby’s blood pressure is low and they’re worried that it’ll keep dropping. They’re going to induce her in the morning,” Rooster explained, tears stinging his eyes. Sitting on the bench, Rooster held his head in his hand. “Mav, I’m so scared.”

“Bradley, they’re going to be fine. There’s a whole team of doctors there to help.”

“There was a whole team of doctors for Mom, Mav, and they didn’t do shit,” Rooster sobbed out, letting his emotions from the day out all at once. “I can’t lose them, Mav. I can’t. I fucked up too much with them and I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to them.”

“I know, Bradley,” Maverick reassured him, remaining calm on the other end of the line. “But this isn’t like that, okay? Those doctors birth a hundred babies a week. And, hey, they didn’t rush her to surgery or anything like that. They probably see a whole bunch of cases just like Naomi all the time. It’s going to be fine, Bradley. They’re going to be fine.”

“Can you come up here?” Rooster asked, pathetically, like a child. “Please, Mav.”

“I’ll be there, Bradley,” Maverick promised his godson. “I’ll be there tomorrow morning. Can you sit tight until then?”

“Yeah, I can,” Bradley stated, wiping his tears away. “Thanks, Mav.”

“It’s what your parents would have done,” Maverick told Rooster, who let out a shaky breath, dropping his head again.

“Yeah, it is,” Rooster agreed quietly, wiping the rest of his tears away.

~~~~~

Naomi was induced early the next morning and gave birth to a healthy little baby girl fourteen hours later.

Sobbing with just pure joy, Naomi cuddled her newborn daughter, who was screaming and crying and shaking her fists. Rooster, keeping a steady hand on Naomi’s left leg, leaned down to inspect his daughter, crying right there along with Naomi and their baby. Naomi looked up at Bradley with a watery smile and he pressed a loving kiss against her head in response.

“You did it,” he praised her, rubbing his thumb on her thigh and pressing another kiss to her shoulder. “She’s here. And she’s so beautiful.”

The nurses briefly took their baby away to look her over and make sure that she was healthy. Rooster did his best to soothe Naomi, who was on the edge of her bed and physically leaning towards her baby. And when the nurses returned, Naomi quickly took her daughter back into her arms.

“She’s so tiny,” Naomi whispered out, tracing their daughter’s face with her finger.

“What do you want to name her?” Rooster asked, barely breathing as he stared down at their daughter.

“What about Carole? Or Caroline?” Naomi offered softly, causing Rooster to turn to her with wide eyes. “After your mom.”

Rooster gulped and looked down at his daughter for a moment, running a finger slowly through her soft hair. Naomi stared up at him, waiting for him to react. She knew how much Rooster’s mom meant to him. He was a mama’s boy in his heart and he had to bury his mom while he still needed her. And Naomi wanted her daughter to still feel close to her paternal grandparents.

“Maybe her middle name?” Rooster suggested after a long pause, tears still in his eyes. “She should have her own name.” Trailing a finger along the crown of his daughter’s head, Rooster turned back to Naomi. “What did you want to name her?”

“I really liked Mila,” Naomi replied, staring down at her daughter with a soft smile.

“She looks like a Mila to me,” Rooster agreed, resting his head against Naomi’s. “Mila Carole.”

“Welcome to the world, Mila,” Naomi mused before turning to Rooster. Noting how Rooster seemed to barely be breathing, his brown eyes studying every millimeter of their daughter’s face, Naomi smiled encouragingly at Rooster. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Can I?” Rooster asked, noticeably perking up.

“Hold your daughter,” Naomi insisted, causing Rooster to stand up straighter.

He carefully leaned over and took his daughter into his arms for the first time. Naomi kept a supportive hand on Mila’s head until Rooster straightened up, holding Mila on his own. Naomi smiled widely as she watched Rooster’s face break out into an expression of complete awe and devotion. Mila was small, not even a full six pounds, and looked even smaller in Rooster’s thick arms.

“Hi, Princess,” Rooster choked out, trailing his finger over her little clenched hand. "I can't believe that you're here." Choking back some intense emotions, Rooster pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. So beautiful."

Mila grabbed her dad’s finger gently, her puckered lips parting a bit as she let out a noise. Rooster leaned down and pressed another kiss to the top of Mila’s head, trying to not let his tears drip onto her delicate little face.

"I love you, sweetheart," Rooster told his daughter as he held her just a little bit closer. "I didn't tell you when you were in your mommy's belly because I was an idiot back then, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so much, Mila. And nothing is ever going to change that. Ever. I'm never leaving you again, Mila."

Pressing a kiss to Mila's nose and causing her to scrunch up her face and stick out her tongue a bit, Rooster chuckled to himself, rubbing her face gently with his finger. He turned to back to Naomi and was surprised to see her looking like she was on the edge of tears. Quickly stepping over to Naomi's bedside and bending down a bit so that he was closer to her, Rooster shot her a concerned look.

"What's wrong? Did you want me to call the nurse?"

Sniffling, Naomi leaned forward and pressed an emotional kiss to Rooster's lips. He froze for a moment, shocked that Naomi, after all that he put her through, would initiate a kiss with him. But just before he was about to return the kiss, Naomi pulled away, shocked at her own actions.

"I'm so sorry. I . . . I just . . ."

"You don't have to explain it," Rooster spoke quickly, before Naomi could say that she regretted the kiss. Adjusting his hold on Mila, he turned back to Naomi. "We'll talk about it. When you're rested and healed up."

"Thanks," Naomi sniffled, smiling softly.

"I should be the one thanking you," Rooster replied, turning back to stare down at Mila.

~~~~~

Rooster walked into the waiting area, still wearing a stupid, absolutely lovesick smile to grab Naomi’s mom, sister, and Mav. Sydney was the first to spot him and quickly got to her feet, followed closely by her mom. Maverick stood up slowly, smiling to himself at Rooster’s expression.

“She’s here,” Rooster stated, stopping in front of the three of them. “She’s five pounds, twelve ounces. Perfectly healthy and beautiful. And we named her Mila Carole.”

“And Naomi?” Sydney asked, still concerned.

“She’s doing fine. Tired and sore, but she’s doing well. She said to come back and meet Mila,” Rooster encouraged, gesturing down the hallway.

Naomi’s mom and Sydney hurried down the hall, eager to check up on Naomi and the new baby, leaving Rooster and Maverick in the waiting room. Turning to Bradley, Maverick couldn’t help the tears forming in his eyes as he smiled proudly up at his godson.

“Congratulations, Bradley.”

“Thanks for coming, Mav.”

The two men shared a tight, meaningful hug, both letting the happy tears slip out briefly. Maverick gave Rooster a squeeze before leaning over to pick up the small gift bag that he brought along. Rooster took the gift bag from Maverick’s hand but stared at him questioningly for a moment.

“Just something that I brought along for the baby. For Mila.”

Rooster nodded and opened the gift bag. Reaching inside, Rooster slowly pulled out a white goose stuffed animal. Letting out a light chuckle, Rooster ran his thumb over the stuffed animal before pulling Maverick into another hug.

“Thanks, Mav.”

“You don’t thank family,” Maverick replied, giving Rooster another supportive squeeze.

Pulling away slowly, Rooster grabbed Maverick by the shoulder and gestured down the hallway.

“Come meet her,” Rooster insisted, pulling Maverick with him.

A.N. And that's the end of 'The Ironies of Life'! I might write an epilogue, but I'm still waiting on inspiration for that. Thank you to everyone who read, reblogged, and commented on any of the parts of this series along the way!

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[anthracite-writes]

Obey Me! Oneshot; Comfort Crowd

Follow up story to: Duty Calls

NB! Satan x gn!reader || SFW || Pronouns: You/Your and They/Them || CW // TW: Jealous Satan if you look hard enough, possible OOC Satan???, slight angst if you look hard enough - General Summary: After the events of last night, Satan requests you spend more time with him only for his brother to constantly steal you away every second of the day.

The morning air of the Devildom was crisp as you walked the stone path, carrying grocery bags and the breakfast Lucifer asked you to pick up over a text. Apparently, Beel has emptied out the whole fridge and the pantry in one of his sleepwalking trips late at night - and it was your job to get groceries from the list Lucifer set you to replenish the brothers’ pantry and kitchen for a week and to get the take-out Lucifer put in. At least Diavolo allowed you to use the card he gave you when you became the attendant for the newly formed demon brothers - Diavolo promised the brother’s would reimburse you for what you spent on his behalf. You let out a sigh as you approached the familiar towering house, catching a curtain demon’s attention who was standing in front of the gates.

“Good morning, Y/N. What are you doing here and up so early? You don’t usually come before the rest and I have breakfast.” Satan said, his eyes looking at the bags of food and the take-out in your hands. “Is this all for Cocytus Hall? I didn’t think you and Solomon needed that much…”

You let out a soft chuckle as you stop in front of him, placing down the bags to give your hands and arms a break - stretching them out as you explain the situation, Satan listening to every word and nodding in acknowledgement.

“I see, why can’t that arrogant and stuck-up Lucifer get it himself?” Satan said with a hiss in his voice, his hatred for the Avatar of Pride that created hated him clear in his expression as his eyes darted to the side as he spoke. “He of all people should be aware how hard you work for us alone let alone having to take care of yourself as a mere human, just thinking about how he’s using his position of power to make you do things just because you’re our attendant makes my blood boil-”

“Satan, it’s fine. It’s my job to make sure you and your family-”

“Not my family…”

“-settle into the Devildom seamlessly, Lord Diavolo’s order as the attendant appointed by him on impulse.” You finish you though, completely ignoring Satan’s remark.

You look over to the stone street in front of the house, the cats mingling and mewing at each other in the early morning moonlight, making your lips crack into a soft smile - unaware Satan was staring at you intently as if he was holding back something.

“I see you’re doing your hourly cat-watching, huh?” You said with a slight chuckle, looking back at Satan, the demon’s cheek becoming flush and his body language stiffening when your eyes met his.

“Y-yes… um” Satan cleared his throat, “Y/N, can I ask something of you?”

“Is it okay if you talk to me later? I should really get these groceries into the pantry and fridge.” You asked, gathering up the handles of the bags of groceries in your hands and lifting them slightly up from the ground.

“N-naturally, I’ve been holding you back from doing this task. Apologies, here - let me take some of those bags off your hands” Satan said, reaching out for you to hand him some of the bags.

“No, No, that’s okay. I can handle the bags. You think you can open the gate and the front door for me though?” You ask with a warm smile.

--- It was dead silent in the kitchen, the sound of your footsteps against the stone floor and the rustling of materials as you got the items that filled the bags and sorted them in their respective place in the kitchen. Satan leaning up against the door frame, his emerald green eyes watching and tracking your every move, his arms crossed. You catch him staring from the corner of your eye as you organize the pudding cups in the fridge, letting out a soft chuckle.

“You know it’s extremely rude to stare, Satan.” You said with a soft smiles, your eyes forward, not noticing that Satan’s cheek flushed up again and his eyes widening with embarrassment from your words. “You said you wanted to ask something from me earlier, yet you’ve been silent this whole time.”

“... It’s kind of an embarrassing request to ask from you.” you hear Satan said in a quiet tone. 

You look over at him as you stand up straight, “You know I won’t judge you or anything. I’ve had much weirder requests from your bro- I mean ‘the others’ - so it’s probably not that weird or odd of a request that I’ve heard before.”

Satan took a shaky breath as he looked down at the ground to avoid your gaze, “I… want to know if you’d like to spend time with me today… I mean, after breakfast and when you’re on duty of course.” he said quietly. “I… really enjoyed last night and was wondering if we can do that again… you know…” Satan looked over his shoulder to check if any of the others were around to hear him before looking at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. “Holding me and just listening to me?”

You let out a soft sight as you folded up the grocery bags to take back to Cocytus Hall to reuse, the way he was looking at you was almost like he was pleading with you to say ‘yes’ to him. To the young demon, you were the only one who would give him the time of day to hear him out and look past his uncontrollable anger. You finish folding the bags and leave them on the wooden prep table in the middle of the kitchen before walking over to him. “I’d be happy to, I don’t think there’s any other tasks the others have asked me off for today so -  I might be able to spend the day with you if that makes you happy.” You say with a smile, watching Satan’s eyes twinkle at the thought of finally getting to spend time with you – just you and him. No one else bothers the two of you.

“O-okay… thank you in advance…” He said with a smile, his cheeks turning a faint pink before he cleared his throat, “Can… um… you do the thing…? I know we usually do it when you come by after breakfast… also can we throw in a hug? I like those now.”

You smile softly and walk over to the blond demon, giving a slight nod in response. You wait for Satan to open his arms to you and you step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling his arms wrap around your body tightly. “You’re going to be okay today, Satan… I know you will.” You started, feeling the demon’s nuzzle the crook of your neck as he buried his face into it. “You’re gonna have a great day today - no tantrums, no rampages, no angry outburst…”

- - -

Satan was walking to the house’s main library to return some of the books he’s been keeping in his hoard, noticing you being dragged by the lavender-haired third born demon. Like a magnet, he turned on his his heels and followed you closely, “Um, Hello Y/N.” He said quietly, getting you to look at him.

“Hey Satan.”

“Um… about my request I’ve asked of you this morning…?”

You let out a soft sigh, smiling in an apologetic manner “I promise I haven’t forgotten, I’ll go straight to you’re room after I help Leviathan here. Mammon took one of his limited edition figures hostage again…”

Satan took a breath, and nodded, “Okay… I can wait till then.” He said with a hint of disappointment, silently reminding himself that you were an extremely busy person. He turned around and continued on his way to the library, ‘They haven’t forgotten… they’ll come, I know they will…’

- - -

Satan was heading outside to the house’s garden, cat food and toys in hand to play with some of the wild cats that wander between the Devildom and the Human world. Passing by the kitchen he sees you helping out the twins cook something for lunch. He didn’t realize he had stopped in his tracks and was gawking at you, nor this he notice he had crushed one of the cans of tuna with his bear hands out of annoyance.You were supposed to spend the day with him, doesn’t anyone know that…?

“Satan.” You called out to him, getting his head out of his raging thoughts. He blinked a couple times, noticing you were in front of him holding a couple paper towels. “You made a mess, you crushed one of the cans your hold there.” You said, gently taking it out of his grasps and throwing it away before you took his hand ever so gently, wiping the demon’s hand with the paper towels. “You’re going out to see the kitties again, huh?”

Satan just nodded, his eyes glue to your soft expression, “Y/N… about my request…”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you flashed him a smile, “I didn’t forget… Belpie just wanted me to help him and Beel make lunch for today, he’s worried that Beel would eat all the ingredients when taste testing. I’ll be with you after this okay?” you reassured him with a gentle tone, letting go of his hand. “Don’t keep the kitty cats waiting okay? Lunch will be ready soon.”

- - -

Satan was starting to reach his limits with his patience, he just wanted to spend time with you after all and his so called “brothers” were distracting you from the task he asked from you. He goes back to the library to look through the books to find something to kill time only to catch a glimpse into Lucifer private study - seeing you with the first born as the two of you went over paperwork regarding RAD. This was the final straw for him. He stormed out of the library, the annoyance turning into rage. He slammed the door of his bedroom that made the room shake. ‘Of course Lucifer would try to eat up your time. That son of a-’

“Satan?” He hears you calling out to him, turning around before he could throw the book in his hands, realizing he had destroyed his room.

He felt himself absolutely break down, dropping the book to the ground, the rage subsiding, hanging his head in shame.

You walk over to the demon, pulling him into a hug, feeling the spiked tail wrap around your leg gently.

“I-I’m sorry… I um… I don’t know how to explain how I was feeling… “ Satan mumbled, “It’s like there was a lump in my throat and like a stabbing feeling in my chest every time one of the others took more and more time from you to spend time with me… it felt like they were doing it on purpose….”

You smile softly, holding the young demon close to you as you rubbed his back, feeling his head press into your neck as you comforted him. Finally getting the one thing he wanted from you this whole time. Finally having the company he wanted. Finally being with the person he craved.

“I was getting worried you might have forgotten…” he muttered.

“ “I’m here now, Satan…” You cooed.

“You’re here…”

[therealdisneyfan2319]

I’m Lovin’ It | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Your wife has been talking non-stop about the new adult Happy Meals.  So when you surprise her with one after work one night, she finds herself surprised in more ways than one.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language

Word Count: 1.9K

Masterlist

A/N: This was a request I received on Wattpad from @JGMG10 and was an absolute trip to write!  Enjoy!

“Hey, uhh I’ll take one of those adult happy meals please.  The McNugget one, please?  With a sprite.”

You never ate at McDonalds, but for the past couple of weeks Wanda had been talking non-stop about the new adult Happy Meals.  Unlike you and your red-blooded American childhood, Wanda had never experienced the sheer joy of having your parents pick you up the iconic kids meal for lunch after a doctor’s appointment.  The idea of bringing that nostalgia back in an adult size made you chuckle, but to Wanda it was the chance to experience a part of childhood she wasn’t afforded.  So when you had to stay late at work and she told you she’d be stuck at school for an emergency faculty meeting you thought it would be the perfect time to surprise her with the tantalizing taste of Americana.

As you drove home, you smiled thinking about how Wanda would react to seeing the surprise you’d brought her.  You had already texted her that you’d take care of dinner.  She probably thought it’d be Thai or something that you two enjoyed.  She was definitely in for a surprise.  While she wouldn’t be expecting the McDonalds, there’s no way she would expect the minor change you made to its contents.

“Wands?  You home?” you hollered down the hall of your two bedroom apartment as you walked through the door, duffel bag of dirty scrubs in one hand and Happy Meal in the other. 

“No.  I’m on the beach, miles away from the bullshit of middle school politics,” you heard her shout from the kitchen.  

“Oh good, that means I can eat your dinner” you shot back, dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes.

“Don’t you even think about it, mister.” She charged into the front hall from the kitchen, a glass of red wine in one hand and the bottle in the other.  She’d already changed out of her school clothes, exchanging her slacks and sweater for one of your hoodies and a pair of gym shorts.  “What’d you bring?  I hope it’s lasagna.  God I hope it’s lasagna.”

“Nice try, Garfield, but I got you something a little more…exciting.”  You held up the box for her to see.

Wanda’s eyes grew huge as she looked at the colorful cardboard box in your hands.  “Is that a Happy Meal?” she asked in stunned disbelief.

“All yours, babe.  I’ll make myself a sandwich.”

Wanda squealed with delight as she ripped the box from your hands and raced into the kitchen.  “I GOTTA SEE THE TOY!” she shouted.

You smirked as you followed her into the kitchen, anxious to see her reaction.  You turned the corner just as she placed it on the island in the center of the kitchen and ripped open the top.  She stood on her tiptoes to peer in the box.  And you watched as her expression of excitement quickly changed to one of confusion. 

“Babe?” she asked.

“Yeah, what’s up?” you replied, feigning confusion.

“There’s…there’s something wrong with the toy.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Wanda reached in and pulled out a gigantic flesh colored dildo.  “Either they’re trying a new sex positivity promotion or somebody’s got some explaining to do.”  You couldn’t tell if she was amused or annoyed.

“Well, I’ve got that training coming up and I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks.  And that’s the longest we’ll have been apart since we moved in together, so I wanted to get you something so you can take care of yourself,” you explained.

Wanda held the dildo in her hands, examining it from every angle.  “It’s bigger than you,” she finally declared.

“Ouch.  Way to rub it in.”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“I just wanted to make sure my best girl was well-taken care of,” you smirked.

A devilish look appeared in Wanda’s eyes as she ripped the plastic packaging off the silicon toy.  “Normally I’d say let’s eat and then play, but tonight I don’t want to wait,” she said, her voice low and sultry.  She moved the box to the counter before slamming the suction cup end of the dildo in the middle of the counter.  

“Fuck,” you murmured as Wanda rushed to you, grabbing your face and crashing her lips against yours.  Your hands roamed down to her hips, grabbing them so tightly you figured she would bruise.  The kisses were rough and passionate.  You swiped your tongue over her lips, begging for permission to enter her mouth.  She moaned as your tongue began exploring hers, causing you to sink your hands down to her ass.  

“Ow,” she muttered as you pushed her back into the island, your thigh coming up to rest between her legs.  She rolled her hips against your leg, attempting to relieve the ache that was building in her.  

“Sorry,” you replied between kisses you were applying down her neck.  She hissed as you but down on the sensitive skin.  “Off,” you said as your hands made their way to the waistband of her shorts.  You tugged them down her legs as she wrapped her arms around your neck, stepping out of the shorts and kicking them across the floor.  “This too,” you whispered as you grabbed the hem of the hoodie and tugged it up.  Wanda released your neck to pull the sweatshirt off herself, leaving her bare chest exposed to you.  You eyed her breasts greedily, wanting to spend the rest of night with your face buried between the supple mounds. 

“Eyes up, tiger,” she joked. Your eyes snapped to hers, which were teeming with arousal.  She had hopped up and was sitting on the island, swinging her legs off the end.  

You stepped forward, placing your hands on her legs and spreading them to reveal her glistening cunt.  “Wet already, sweetheart?” you teased, sliding one hand down between her legs.  Wanda groaned at the contact.

“Wanna feel your cock, daddy,” she whined.  You started to run circles around her clit, deepening her arousal.  She bucked her hips against your hand.

“You want to try daddy’s new toy, huh, princess?”  She nodded vigorously.  “Good,” you said, giving her clit a sharp slap.  She groaned at the sudden sting.  You stepped back toward the kitchen table, unbuttoning your pants to slide them and your briefs down your legs.  You were already hard at the thought of what was to come.  “Now ride it,” you commanded as you leaned back on the table.  

Wanda swung her legs around and crawled to the dildo sitting in the middle of the island.  She looked at it hesitantly.  While it was only an inch longer than your own dick, it was significantly girthier.  “It looks too big,” she pouted.

“Come on, baby girl.  You can do it.  I wouldn’t have bought it for you if I didn’t think you could handle it,” you coaxed.  “Be a good girl for daddy.”

She nodded as she positioned herself over the phallus, lining up the tip with her slick entrance.  Slowly she began lowering herself onto it.  You groaned as you watched her pussy envelope it.  Wanda hissed at the sensation of being stretched so much.  “Hurts too much, daddy.”

“Come on now, Wanda.  You can do it.”  You wanted to see it buried to the hilt inside her, your cock twitching at the thought.

“Fuck, that’s so much,” she moaned as she took all of the dildo inside of her.  Wanda sat still for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to the sudden intrusion.  As the pain started to subside, she started to slowly roll her hips back and forth.

“That’s it, Wands.  You’re doing so well.”  You grabbed your cock with one hand and began massaging it, jerking yourself off in time with the movement of her hips.  She kept a steady rhythm, rolling them forward and back as she placed her hands in front of her to brace herself.  She moaned as it struck the right spot inside of her, causing pleasure to course through her body.

“It feels so good,” she groaned.  “It feels so good, daddy.”

“Did daddy get a good toy for his princess?” you asked, groaning as you continued to pump your cock.

“Mmhmm,” she whimpered, her hair plastered to her face with sweat.  Her chest was heaving as she fucked herself closer to orgasm.

“Good,” you replied.  “Now fuck it like you mean it.”

Wanda leaned forward on her hands, bringing her hips up and slamming them down.  A loud moan erupted from her lips as you saw her shudder.  As she felt her peak building her movements became sloppy.  She moved her hips faster and faster as her moans became louder and more frequent.  You stared in awe as you watched this beautiful woman fall apart on your island.  Sweat poured down her forehead, her cheeks flushed with heat, and her soaking pussy squelched every time she moved.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.

“It’s okay, princess, you don’t need my permission.” You bit your lip, stifling a groan as you watched Wanda explode into orgasmic bliss.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth opened into an o-shape.  Her hips slowed as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.  

“Oh god, that was so fucking good,” she panted.

You pushed yourself away from the table, pulling off your t-shirt as you walked to the island.  Wanda was still on the dildo, her hands on her knees as she fought to control her breathing.  She looked up at you as you placed your hands on the island and leaned your face into hers.  “My turn,” you whispered.  “Get off the counter and turn around,” you commanded.  Eyes wide with anticipation, Wanda obeyed, a loud pop sounding as she lifted herself from the toy and jumped down.  Her legs faltered as she landed, weak from the sheer intensity of her climax.  You grabbed her by the hips and helped turn her around.  “Lean forward,” you whispered as you brushed her hair away from her neck.  She leaned forward onto the cool marble and placed her hands out to brace herself.

You grabbed your cock and slid it around her swollen pussy.  Her juices coated your tip as you teased her slit.  Bracing her lower back with one hand, you guided yourself in with the other.  

“Shit,” she breathed.

Your thrusts started off slow, but within a matter of seconds you had both hands on her hips and were plowing into her.  The kitchen was silent except for your moans and the ungodly sounds that resulted from your throbbing cock committing unholy acts against her soaked cunt.  The sound of your flesh slapping hers was music to both your ears.

“Oh god, Wanda, I’m close,” you moaned as you felt her walls squeeze you.  You gripped her hips tighter as you felt her legs start to give out.

“Me too,” she whined.  “Cum in me, daddy, I wanna feel you fill me up.”

You groaned as you felt yourself release hot strands of cum inside her.  Your orgasm spurred her own, her walls tightening around you as she screamed your name through her second orgasm of the night.  

You collapsed on top of her as you came down from your high.  Breathing hard, you pulled out and watched your cum spill down the back of her thighs.  Wanda pushed herself up and turned around, gripping on the island for support.

“Wow,” she breathed.  

“So you think it’ll work while I’m gone?” You asked, motioning with your head to the dildo that was covered in her juices.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded.  “Best surprise ever.”

You smiled as you went up to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Now pass me my nuggets, Y/N.  All that fucking made me hungry.”

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 10

It's time for your 12 week scan, and Santi has some things to say about Craig.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Worry about being a single parent. Blood test. Jealous Santi. 'Arguments'. Mentions of wine drinking, but not the reader (obviously). Reader is referred to as 'girl' once (in a friendly way). Not proofread so there's probably mistakes. Word count: 3,999 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Edited on 27/08 as I realised I called Beth, Bethany, when her full name is actually Elizabeth, as stated in part 2. My bad!

Part 9 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 11

“You’re glowing!” Beth greeted you, giving you a hug as she made her way into your apartment.

“It’s definitely sweat,” you tell her before coming out of the hug and closing your door. “I’ve just spewed my guts up in the bathroom.”

Beth was the last to arrive for your wine-night-that-is-now-Diet-Coke-and-wine-night. It had been a while since your last one (before you were even pregnant), and you felt like you could do with seeing your friends before your appointment tomorrow. In solidarity, Gabrielle swapped from wine to lemonade, but Beth and Courtney had both claimed, ‘you chose to stay pregnant, why should we stop drinking wine?’, and vowed that they’d drink enough wine for the three of you. You’d jokingly told them it was their hangover.

Beth had sent you a less than ladylike emoji back.

You settled everyone in your living room before going into your kitchen and bringing in your snacks for the evening. You had gone to the store to get your usual cheeses, but most of them you couldn’t eat now, so you settled on a few hard cheeses and your trusty bag(s) of Sourpatch Kids. You’d already worked through one bag as you prepared for your friends to come tonight.

You walk into the living room to find Gabrielle pouring you a glass of Diet Coke as you place the board on the coffee table. “There we go!”

“You know you don’t have to do this every time,” Beth says, arranging herself some cheese and chutney on a cracker.

You shrug. “I don’t mind.”

“We can have wine night at my place, if you want,” Courtney suggested. “Could take the pressure off you and…it doesn’t seem fair that you always do it.”

“But I don’t mind,” you said again, giving them a small laugh. “Really, I don’t.”

“Eh, we’ll organise it for my place next time,” Courtney said. “I’ll kick Andy out for the night.”

You shake your head. “Look, let me enjoy having my friends round to my place before it’s taken over by my children.”

Your friends laughed before Courtney rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine.”

“So are you excited for your appointment tomorrow?” Gabrielle asked, smiling widely. “You get to see your babies again!”

You hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…I am.”

Beth raise an eyebrow. “You don’t sound excited.”

You pause for a moment before sighing. “It’s Santiago.”

Your friends went quiet, before Gabrielle asked, “Oh?”

“He’s just…been quiet.”

“What do you mean?” Beth asks.

“Like…I don’t know,” you sigh, rolling your eyes lightly. “We had a really good time on Saturday, and we said we’d start communicating more, getting to know each other a bit better, you know? And I think I might have done or said something, or made him uncomfortable, because he’s barely been texting me.”

“Have you been texting him?” Gabrielle asked.

You nod. “Yeah.” You bite your lip. “I’m not even sure if he’s coming tomorrow to the appointment, he’s been so quiet. I told him the details and he didn’t confirm, just read my text.”

“He might just be busy,” said Beth, shaking her head lightly.

“What if he’s realised that this isn’t worth it?” you ask, your brow furrowed in worry. “What if having two babies is more than he can handle? Or what if he’s actually met someone? How well is that going to go down?”

“What I think,” Courtney says, placing her wine glass down on your coffee table. “Is that you’re pregnant, you’re vulnerable, and you’re overthinking it.”

“She has every right to, though,” said Gabrielle. “I would be worried as well if Matthew had suddenly stopped communicating with me and I was pregnant.”

You have your hands at your friends. “Look, it’s girl’s night, okay. I don’t want to talk about my…man problems.” You say it as if it’s a question.

“Girl, that’s what we’re here for,” said Beth, rolling her eyes. “So what are you going to do?”

You’re silent for a moment before you give a weak shrug. “Suppose I’ll just…have to talk to him tomorrow. If he turns up.”

“If he doesn’t turn up, I’m gonna hunt him down and kick his ass,” muttered Courtney.

You sigh as you pick at your fingernails, a nervous habit you’ve suddenly taken to do so much more recently. Like you’d said in the past, you know you’d be fine without Santiago; but it was nice knowing he wanted to be involved, that your children wouldn’t have asked where their daddy was when they realised that their friends in school would have both parents. And how were you supposed to answer that? That their father didn’t want them? That he was probably on the other side of the world, in his big house, with the tall, skinny, booby blonde woman who had the world’s biggest diamond ring on her left hand?

Courtney was right, you do overthink.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, shaking your head as you pick up your glass of Diet Coke, taking a large sip. “Let’s talk about something else, like Beth’s dress shopping we’re doing in a few weeks.”

“Oh, yes!” said Gabrielle, turning to look at Beth excitedly.

Courtney shot you a look that said your conversation wasn’t over, but for now, she turned to Beth to listen to her wedding plans, drinking her wine.

“I have the dress appointment booked for the 2nd September,” said Beth, giving the three of you a look. “But it's for bridesmaids only, so write it down.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, already putting it in your phone. “Am I gonna be super pregnant at your wedding or what?”

Beth shakes her head. “No, it’ll be after February.” She sighs, a small smile on her face. “We’re looking at May. Georgia wants a spring wedding.”

“Do you have a colour scheme?” Gabrielle asks.

“Well that’s where Georgia and I are disagreeing,” Beth says, sipping her drink. “She wants something bright and warm for spring, but I’m not…a bright person.”

“Can you compromise?” Courtney asked. “Can you have like…a spring colour of various shades?”

Beth snapped her fingers and pointed at Courtney, a grin on her face. “Genius. I’ll suggest that.” Beth then turned to you and Gabrielle. “Also, kids are welcome, since we decided to have the wedding in Florida and Georgia has a few nieces and nephews she wants there.”

“Oh that is so exciting, everyone has child-free weddings nowadays and I always have to miss out!” said Gabrielle.

You nod at Beth, your chest warming at the fact that your babies would be there for Beth’s wedding. “Thanks, but they’ll only be a few months old. I’ll…figure something out.”

Your brow momentarily furrows as you try recall someone who might be able to watch them at the time…if Santi wasn’t around.

“Hey, don’t worry about it now,” Courtney said, giving you a pointed look. “You have time, and you don’t know what’s going to happen in a year.”

You think about it for a few seconds before you nodded. “You’re right. You’re right! I won’t worry about it.” You smile at Beth. “I’m excited for dress shopping.”

“I’ve booked at Aurora Bridal, a full package, chocolates, strawberries, champagne, and everything. Except you,” Beth said, giving you a look. “Because you slept around and got pregnant so no champagne for you.”

You throw your chair pillow at her, where she let out a yell about how she almost spilled her wine on ‘your too small couch in your too small apartment’. You made a quip that she decide to come here every wine night and that she’d miss it once you moved out (with the ‘too small’ couch). You and Beth had been talking regarding your living arrangement and decided it was probably best now to start looking for a new apartment, and Beth knew all the best places to look due to her work.

You talk about wedding plans and dresses throughout the night until Beth and Courtney are lightly buzzed and Gabrielle gets a text from Matthew about the kids not going to bed. The night comes to an end after a few hours and you usher your friends out the door with their usual offers to help you clean up, which you decline and tell them that it’ll take no time at all. You give them all hugs before closing and locking up your apartment and turning around, collecting the used glasses and the nearly empty cheeseboard.

You take your time cleaning up, fighting to keep your eyes open. You remembered the days when you could stay up well into the night with no issues, but now you couldn’t even make it to 10pm most nights. Once finished in your kitchen, you double checked your front door was locked and turned off the lights before making your way through to your bedroom and getting ready for bed.

Once you were settled and wrapped up in your duvet, you checked your phone for any messages from Santiago regarding your appointment in the afternoon. You sigh and roll your eyes when you see the familiar 'read' sign and no reply. You practically toss your phone on your nightstand and lay down, trying to ignore the burn of tears in your eyes.

You were convinced he’d changed his mind about the babies, which was fine. It was. You had told him at the beginning that if he didn’t want to do it, he didn’t have to; that you’d be fine and get by without his help, because you had a good support system. It was just a shame if he had decided he no longer wanted to be a father. You thought you were finally getting to really know each other.

You ignore the tightness in your chest at the thought of Santiago leaving as you roll over to sleep.

You didn’t think that your first disagreement with Santiago (because you refused to call it an argument) would have been at your OB’s office after your twelve-week check-up.

He’d shown up after all, but barely looked at you as he took a seat with you in the waiting room. You’d texted him again in the morning, reminding him of the appointment, and you’d even left him a voicemail just before you left the office to go to said appointment. You’d asked him how he was doing, since he’d gone a bit MIA during the week, but you just got grunts back as answers.

You tried not to be hurt by it.

Jennifer called you in, checked on your general wellbeing and did your usual blood and urine tests. When she was satisfied, she asked you to go on the ultrasound table and prepare for your sonogram whilst she sent off your blood test. When you were settled on the table and Jennifer was out the room, you took the opportunity to talk to Santiago. “What’s going on?”

He gave you an unreadable look before lightly shrugging his shoulder and shaking his head. “Nothing.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Well it’s not ‘nothing,’ since you’ve barely spoken to me this week. Something is bothering you.”

Santiago didn’t answer. Hell, he didn’t even look at you. He just looked ahead, his arms crossed across his chest as he sat back in his uncomfortable plastic chair.

You grit your teeth, feeling the frustration in your chest, overtaking the anxiety you’d felt since the night before. He could at least tell you he wasn’t interested anymore instead of giving you the silent treatment, or treating you like this. You blink back the angry tears, looking away from Santiago and sitting back on the table, looking up at the ceiling.

The silence in the room weighs heavy on you, and when Jennifer comes back in the room, she momentarily pauses at the atmosphere before plastering a smile on her face. “Let’s take a look at these babies then!”

You give her a shaky smile before watching her take a seat by the monitor. She pressed a few buttons before turning to you, the gel in her hand. She gave her usual warning that it might be a bit cold before she squirted the gel on your bump. She places it down and grabs the wand before running it along your abdomen. She looks at the screen before smiling. “There they are!” she turns the screen towards you and Santiago.

You glance at Santi but he’s just staring at the screen, barely even blinking. You bite your lip to fight the tears threatening to fall before you turn your gaze back to the twins. You feel the usual warmth that spreads along your body as you look at the two, more human looking, babies. “Do they look okay?”

Jennifer moved the wand around a little, examining the image on the screen before nodding. “From what I can see, they look good. Growing well!”

You snort. You knew that, you felt like your bump was growing bigger every second.

“And I think they might be identical,” said Jennifer, moving the wand again before taking a few screenshots. She studied for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I’m sure they’re identical.”

She took a few more screenshots of different angles of each baby. You stare with wonder at your babies; they definitely looked a little more like babies now, you could even see their fingers on their hands and their little noses. You watch as Jennifer measures them, before taking some notes and more screenshots. “By how big they are, I can see exactly what how far along you are…” she bites her lip for a moment as she looks at the screen then nods. “Yup, you’re about to hit thirteen weeks, so you’re estimated due date is…February 5th.”

“And they’re growing okay?” you ask, looking at Jennifer.

She nods at you. “Yes, they are as big as they should be, so you just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Eat, sleep, throw up, repeat,” you joke, causing Jennifer to give a laugh.

Santiago remained silent.

Jennifer took a few more screenshots and a few mores notes before smiling at you both. “Everything is looking great! Hearts look good, they’re growing well, there’s lots of movement. I have no concerns.” She places the wand down and hands you some tissues to wipe up the gel before turning the sonogram machine off. “Do you know what kind of birth plan you were thinking?”

You nod as you wipe off the gel. “Well, ideally I would like a home birth with a pool, but I just don’t have the room for that until I move out. And I’m having twins so the risk of something going wrong is higher.”

“We can look into it more if you want,” Jennifer says, making a note about it in your file. “You’re still early so you have time to change your mind.”

You shrug. “I think I’m just going to stick to a hospital birth, just for my state of mind, and in case anything goes wrong.”

Jennifer nodded. “We’ll book your next appointment and we’ll talk about it then. Now let’s get these pictures for you.”

You grab your things and prepare to leave, Santiago standing and giving a polite goodbye to Jennifer. She opens her office door and leads you out to the reception area, mentioning that you should get a call next week regarding your blood test results and she disappeared into a back room to grab your ultrasound images. You spoke to the receptionist about booking your next appointment, aware that Santiago was standing a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

If he had a problem, you just want him to tell you. If he had met someone, then you would be happy for him, but you weren’t together, nowhere near anything romantic, so he shouldn’t be afraid to let you know. If he had changed his mind about the babies, sure, you’d be upset but you’d get over it. But you needed him to tell you. You can’t be dealing with the silent treatment, feeling like you’d done something wrong or being stuck in this limbo with him, where you don’t know where you stood with each other.

You were pissed off that he was treating you like this.

Once your appointment was confirmed, Jennifer handed you your photos, giving a quick glance between you and Santiago before giving you a smile. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

You thank her again before turning and leaving, noting Santiago followed you out. You looked at the ultrasounds for a few photos before practically throwing some photos at him, not looking at him. “Here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you felt Santiago take the photos. You place the rest in your bag as you walk towards your car, digging around for your keys. You’re almost to your car when you felt someone grab your arm, forcing you to turn around.

Your eyes widen at Santiago. He was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t pinpoint, but he almost looked…ashamed? Out of place? You weren’t sure. You look at him with confusion. “What is it, Santiago?”

He stands there for a second, looking at you, before he blurts out, “Is this working for you?”

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“Me.” He’s still holding the ultrasounds in his hands, tightly. As if he’s scared to let them go. “Being involved.”

Ah. So he was thinking about leaving. You straighten up, trying your best to hide the sudden bubbling of sadness in your chest, from your face. “If you’re not happy, Santi, then we don’t have to do this.”

He’s already shaking his head. “No it’s not that. It’s…” he goes quiet and bites his lip (something you wish he didn’t do) before he ran his hand through his hair (something you definitely wish he didn’t do). He sighs before holding his hands up in a way that he didn’t really know what to do. “Look, if this,” he said, motioning to him and your bump. “And me or whatever, if it’s affecting your dating life, then I don’t want you to worry about it.”

What was he talking about?

You look at him with a confused look on his face. “What?”

“Because…” he looks at you for a moment before licking his lips and shaking his head, his hands going on his hips. “It doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything.”

“No, what gave you the idea that I wanted to get back into dating?” you ask, your eyes wide at him.

He hesitated for a moment before swallowing. “When I saw you with that guy last week at the mall – “

“Craig?” you asked, confused. “You think I want to date Craig?”

He looks at you before sighing. “He seemed like a nice guy, and he looked interested in talking to you. You mentioned you’d cancelled your date and hadn’t seen anyone since, and – “

“I am in no way looking to date right now. I’m pregnant with your kids.”

“Exactly!” cried Santiago. “I don’t…want you to not date a decent guy because you think it’s going to hurt my feelings.”

“Where is all this coming from?” you ask. “Is it because I was chatting to Craig?”

Santiago’s jaw tensed for just a brief moment before he shook his head, looking away from you as he rubbed the back of his head. “You looked good together, that’s all. If you like the guy, then great, I’m happy for you to date him. Really.”

“But…but I’m not...” You give him a sudden stern look. “You think you’re getting in the way of my dating life?”

“You and Gregg – “

“Craig.”

“Craig,” he says snidely. “Just seemed to get on really well and he looks like he has his shit together and I can't help but wonder if I'm somehow holding you back. Maybe you'd rather be out there dating and not tied down to me and this situation.”

“You are not holding me back in any way.” You look at him with a furrowed brow. “And this isn’t a ‘situation’, Santi, these are my kids, our kids. These babies are my top priority, and I am fully committed to our family.”

“I’m not saying you’re not – “

“You just think that I should be dating other people. Like Craig.”

“No, I just think that you shouldn’t be putting your life on hold for me!”

You stare at him for a moment, noticing his breathing was a little heavier, that he had an unsure look on his face now. You got the urge to pull him to you, but you don’t. You were worried he would bolt if you even thought of moving.

“Santi,” you say, trying to relax your tense stance that you hadn’t realised you were in. “I don’t want to date. I don’t want to date Craig, I don’t want to date anyone. My life hasn’t been put ‘on hold’.”

He looks at you for a moment before sighing, rubbing his hands down his face. “This wasn’t how I thought this conversation would go.”

“Is this what’s been bothering you all week?”

“Yes,” muttered Santiago, looking up at the sky to avoid your gaze. “Because I was an idiot that can’t fucking communicate, even though we spoke about it last week.”

You look at him for a moment before you reach over and hold his hand, causing him to look at you. You ignore the tingle that goes up your arm. It’s the most intimate thing you’ve done since you slept together. “This journey we're on is something we're doing together. I’m perfectly happy with my life right now. My focus is on our family.”

He sighs, giving your hand a small squeeze. “I guess I let my imagination run wild a bit.”

“And in the future, if this happens again, please talk to me about it first,” you say. “I was having palpitations all week.”

He gives a small chuckle before looking at you sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“I thought that…I thought you’d changed your mind.” You feel your cheeks warm up. “That you’d met someone else or something.”

He immediately shook his head. “No. I haven’t met anyone, I haven’t changed my mind. I just got in my head a bit.”

“Okay,” you say, giving his hand another squeeze, which he gave back. “We’ve established that we’re not dating other people. But if we do, we will tell each other, okay? No-one holding anyone back.”

Santiago nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” He sucked in his lips for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, stop apologising,” you say, suddenly pulling him towards you and giving him a hug before you could even think about it.

You were about to pull away at his frozen stature but as the words of reassurance and understanding flowed between you and Santiago, a warm feeling began to spread within your chest as his arms wrapped themselves around you.

This was the most intimate thing you’d done since sleeping together.

The tension that had lingered from your brief disagreement melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and unity. The embrace was tender, a silent confirmation of the bond you shared that was still growing between you. Time seemed to stand still as you held each other, the warmth of your bodies and the soft rhythm of your breaths syncing in a silent rhythm of understanding. It was a hug that said more than words ever could, a gesture of acceptance and forgiveness that bridged the gap between you.

As you finally pulled away, you push aside that feeling in your chest, that fuzzy warmth that spread through you as you ask, “Are we good?”

Santi studied you before grinning. “We’re good.”

“Good.” You smile before giving him a swat on the arm and a light shove. “Don’t go MIA on me again, all right? My hormones are all over the place enough as it is.”

Santiago snorted. “Noted.”

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath

[afterdarkprincess]

unfinished WIP- turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you

@shanie-the-komania-toyaddict dared me to so here it is- the Samijey breakup/makeup fic that I started and have put down. Who knows maybe this'll make me finish it 🫣 A lot of this is my notes, then a little bit of the proper fic I started working on.

Enjoy!!

Samijey Angst/Hurt/Comfort- the breakup fic??? Back to December

Sami gets injured by Drew back in December

Jey is distraught and concerned and wants to be there for Sami, but Sami is selfless, knows how much Jey needs this push and urges him to stay on the road.

Jey reaches out to Sami with words of support and comfort and little by little Sami’s doubt and anxieties sink in

Jey is doing well, doing amazing things. He never needed Sami, if anything Sami’s been holding him down. Sami stops responding to texts, Jey’s calls go unanswered. For a while he has excuses. PT, appointments, etc. And then it becomes clear that Sami is avoiding him and Jey can’t figure out why.

Jey has a day off an flies to see him, flowers in FUCKING HAND. And Sami is so cold to him, they fight and scream at each other and Jey leaves.

(flowers left on the door step? on the floor? like blood in the ring!! like this visual)) LIKE THE LEI FROM RUMBLE OMG

Over a month goes by and Sami gets ready to come back for the Rumble, Triple H talks to him about ideas for his lead up to Mania, plans for his reunion with Jey and Sami feels so guilty and he can’t, he can’t face Jey again and act like everything is okay.

He asks Hunter for some space, a storyline away from the bloodline, away from Jey and they have some reservations, but Sami asks for so little and has been such a workhorse that they agree.

Sami debuts at the Rumble just as Jey gets thrown out. There’s a moment when Jey looks up at him from outside the ring and they make eye contact but Sami shakes his head and looks away.

By the time the show is over Jey has gone for the night, and the speech Sami has planned to explain his decision and tell Jey how proud he is falls to the wayside.

The longer time goes on that he doesn’t talk to Jey the worse he feels. There’s some weeks where they don’t see each other at all, schedule conflicts and all that. True to his word, Triple H books him a shot at the IC championship and no one in the main event scene leading to mania even mentions his name. He’s relieved and torn. Sure he gets his Wrestlemania moment, but his hearts not in it and everyone can tell. He knows he should be on that stage in the mix to take down Roman, but can’t find it in himself to regret the decision.

The weeks they do see each other, its a mix between Jey acting like he doesn’t see Sami at all or hitting him with the saddest wet puppy eyes that Sami can barely look at him.

Sami watches backstage as Jey gets jumped by Jimmy time and time again, fighting every impulse to run out to the ring.

Gunther takes every chance he can get to beat Sami down, visceral chops and powerbombs until he can barely breathe. He does what he can, takes it with grace and grit and makes a good show. But more often that not when he finds himself face down on the mat, he can’t help but to hope that maybe he’ll hear Jey’s music hit, but it never comes.

It’s the Raw before ‘Mania, and Sami’s morale is at an all time low. He’s taken another beating, and Chad got dragged into it which makes him feel even worse. He had to watch as not only Jimmy attacked Jey but he also got thrown around by the Rock and keeping his face neutral is becoming an impossible task.

He gets caught up waiting for Chad to be cleared, so he’s still backstage after the show ends and quite literally runs into Jey.

START OF FIC

turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you

Sami is tired. It’s been another exhausting Monday, his rematch with Bronson going about as well as he’d imagined, with Gunther taking the opportunity to lay him flat on his ass again.

And he’d brought Chad into this too, beating the man unconscious before dragging him out to the ring and literally laying him at Sami’s feet. And who would Sami be if he didn’t rush to the aid of his friends.

Who indeed?

He shakes away the thought, what does it matter at this point? He made a choice and he’s going to have to live with it now.

Sami doesn’t sleep much anymore. Memories plague him, keeping him up as he replays them over and over, trying to find the moment where it all went wrong

The match with Drew, the botched spot when his ankle failed him. Drew making it personal and attacking him again, all because of his hatred of Jey.

Jey….

Jey worrying over his injury and vowing for vengeance against the Scottish Warrior.

Jey at his side at the hospital, fingers tightly woven with his as the Docs give him the news, showing them the torn meniscus that will keep him out of the ring for the next few months.

The talk on the way back to Sami’s apartment. Jey suggesting that he call in some favors and take time off to help Sami with his recovery, and he just couldn’t bear that. It’s bad enough that his own career momentum will be stunted, he can’t drag Jey away when he’s finally getting the recognition that he deserves.

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Aaaaaand thats where I stopped 🫣

[yandere-mha-blog]

Part 12

Words:2033

You give yourself a peace of mind when going to the doctors

It had been four weeks since Dabis's little “visit” to your apartment, ever since Keigo told you he had roughed him up a bit, you had learned to relax a bit more, but there really was no sign of Dabi, still, there was that small molecule of stress int he back of your mind that kept nagging at you that he must have been planning something.

But something else was bothering you, specifically mother nature hasn't visited you. At first, you were so dressed with starting a new school and the fact your Ex stalked you down that the fact aunt flow hasn't visited you in over five weeks.

You thought back “Okay let's see, I got my period, then three days later we did it, then two days after we broke up, so it should be here by now., there is no way I could be, I mean we used protection so, I should be good right.” you hoped as you clutched your stomach “I need to get a test.”

You hustled to the convenience store near campus and grabbed a test, and some chocolate and checked out, and ran back to your apartment.

“Okay so i have to pee in the cut and put it on the test, I can't just pee on the stick…tv lied to me.” you thought as you sat the test down and waited. And waiting for these ten minutes felt like hell as you looked at the test, it was negative, thank god.

You looked a the back of the box

“Pregnancy tests are not 100%, too soon of a test may result in a false negative.”

“Oh come on!” you shouted as you tossed the test in the trash and grabbed your phone, you gulped and called the only other women you knew.

Your mom.

She picked up almost instantly 

“Hi honey how are you doing?’ she asked “Have you made any friends.”

“Hi Mom, I'm doing okay, and yes I have made a nice friend, but I needed to ask you something real quick.”

“Well out with it,” she said

“My period..it's late,” you said 

“.....I'm sorry what?” she asked

“Mom my period is late.”

“You have been at college for a month!” she said 

“Mom I haven't slept with anyone here!” you yelled back

“Oh no don't tell me you-”

“Yes Mom we did, now look can you just help, I took a test and it said it was negative but i’m still scared….what should I do?”

She let out a sigh “Set up a doctor's appointment for blood work to test for pregnancy, (name) I have to ask did you use protection?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Okay good…did you always use protection?” “Yes Mom!” you said “But Mom what if im-”

“Ah, no no you will cross that bridge if you get there, now set up an appointment,” she said 

“Alright, thanks ma, love you, ill call you soon.”

“You better, and tell me about your new friend.”

“I will later Mom,” you said and hung up and let out a long breath, you called the doctor's office and set up an appointment, lucicily they could squeeze you in tomorrow.

So when you were in the waiting room the next day instead of in class you got a text from Keigo

“Hey, where are you?”

“I'm at a doctor's appointment :P”

“Ohhhhh for what, or is it tmi?”

“Blood work, getting some stuff checked out”

“Well have fun with the poking and prodigy, the teacher is giving me the stink eye, want me to come pick you up after?”

“I’ll be fine thanks tho, don't skip class mister.”

“I won’t :P”

You were called into the doctor's office and sat on the table and waited, you were a bit nervous as you clutched your lower stomach.

“Hello (name), I'm dr sato, and what bring you in today?” she asked in an open voice as she sat down on the chair

“My period is late, and I think there is a slight chance I could be pregnant, I took a test but I hear taking them too early can result in a false negative,” you said as you fiddle with your sleeve

“Okay I see, when was your last sexual encounter?” she asked

“About five weeks, it was three days after my period, we used protection, but my period is like to weeks late.” you said

“Alright ill draw some blood and get it into the lab.” She said, “Was contraction used.”

“Yes,” you said

“What kind?” she asked

“Condoms,” you answered

“Alright and would you like to do an std screen today?” she asked

“Uhh, no thanks just the blood work, please,” you said

“Alright.” she said and continued to type down on her computer “i will go grab the supplies and be back soon, but from the sound of it, it sounds like a later period, have you been under a lot of stress suddenly?”

“I…I guess I have.” you explained “I moved into a new dorm away from home, after breaking up with a not-so-good guy, and he has been bugging me a lot.”

“Ah well as your doctor I will run the blood work, but to me, it sounds like the sudden change and stress in your life has affected your cycle.” she said “We will do the test just to make sure.”

“Thank you,” you said and she left, returning with a needle, you looked away as the blood was drawn out, the bandaid placed on your arm and you were sent home, they said the results would be done by tomorrow.

On the walk home, you felt a sense of shame. Thinking back on those nights, and how you now felt about him, at the time you just felt so infatuated with him, it felt right, but the situation, looking back on it, made you feel like an idiot.

“Oh (name)~” Keigo chimed in as you were walking past the fountain to your next class.

“Hey Keigo,” you said and greeted him with a smile

“I see you got a booboo on your arm.” he said pointing to the bandaid, they took your blood away to clone you.”

“Haha, no no, just some blood work,” you said

“Ah routine check-up?” he asked

“Something like that.” you said avoiding the question, you looked up at him “Hey Keigo are you feeling okay?”

“Huh, me?” he asked and pointed to himself “Never better.”

“... those eye bags say otherwise.” you said, “have you been getting enough sleep?”

“Yup sure have.” He lied

“....well maybe you should add a couple more hours of sleep,” you suggested 

“...hmm perhaps I do require a nap,” Keigo said

“Also could you come over tonight to review what I missed,” you said

“I would love to, however, I have work.” he said dejected “I can give you my notes though.”

“That would be a great help,” you said as he handed you his red notebook. “I shall return it to you tomorrow in class.”

“You better.” he said and ruffled your head “Oops sorry I forgot you don't like that-”

“It's fine, it's growing on me,” you said with a smile and waved him off

“She is so cute.” he thought before slapping his face causing a couple of passersby to look at him as crazy. “No, we are not developing a crush on our best friend, who still needs to get over her psycho ex.”

The next day in class you and Keigo sat next to each other as you handed him back his notebook.

“Thanks again,” you whispered as the teacher droned on about the assignment you already finished, you liked to think ahead.

“No probs, did the notes make sense?” he asked

“Perfectly the chicken doodles in the corner really helped.” you quickly nudged him

“My draws do add a bit of a flair to my notes,” he said, you continued to check your phone waiting for the doctors to call, low and behold they finally did, and you excused yourself from the class using the back door.

“Hello, miss (last name)? dr sato here about your test results.” She said

“Yes that's me,” you said

“Well your test came back negative, however, you are low on vitamin D, I would suggest a supplement,” she said

“Oh thank goodness, thank you, doctor,” you said as you put a relived hand on your chest

“Of course call us back if you have any questions or concerns,” she said 

“Thank you I will if any pop-up,” you said and hung up

“What was that?” Keigo asked, you jumped and nearly smacked him

“Jeez Keigo you scared the crap out of me!” you exclaimed as he put his hands up defectively

“I'm sorry I'm sorry you left in such a rush I thought something was wrong,” he said, you looked relieved now though.

“Ugh I am,” you said slumping against the wall 

“Man it must have been something kinda serious then, have you been having faint spells or something?” he asked

“No nothing like that, just some personal issues that have been taken care of.” you said “and that is where this discussion ends.”

“Alightly, also did you know the teacher made it so if you leave his class you can’t get back in,” Keigo said

“...are you kidding me right now?” you asked as you felt your eye twitch

“Nope…wanna grab a snack?” he asked

“Might as well, I want something cold, it's hot,” you said

“Swee, I know this great ice cream shop a couple of blocks..that way.” he pointed down the street

“Well we can't go back to class, so let’s go,” you said and the two of you walked out of the building and to the ice cream shop, you just got a vanilla soft serve ice cone, while Keigo got the works.

“Keigo how do you know all the best spots for food?” you asked

“I just do.” he said “Also can I ask a question.”

“As long as it's not about the doctor's appointment, shoot,” you replied

“It's not.” Keigo said, “I was just wondering if you have seen your ex anywhere.”

“Surprisingly no,” you said

“Good, sometimes I wonder why you dated the human equivalent of a headache,” he said and you gabbed his side

“Owch!” he said

“Dabi was a headache looking back on it, but he had a charming way of weaseling his way in,” you explained

“Sorry sorry didn't mean to make it sound like I was blaming you,” he said, he messed up.

“It's fine, I know what you mean, but you sure do like to comment on my previous love life, when I know nothing about yours,” you said

“What there to say,” he said

“Well I've heard rumors that you are well…a playboy,” you said

“What me?” Kiego said “Probs because of how I dress and my laid-back attitude.”

You two were laughing a bit 

“But I have had three girlfriends, one was in elementary school and she broke up with me after one hour because another boy gave her a cookie.”

“Heartbreaking.” you joined in

“Second one was in middle school and we broke up after three weeks because turns out her friends made a bet.” Keigo continued

“Geez that sucks,” you said

“My last and final relationship was in my 20s but we wanted different things and ended it after a year and a half.” he finished his story

“Different things?” you said

“Yup…like I wanted a change to my lifestyle and she wanted the same lifestyle so we kinda just split off, I mean nothing against her it wasn't like messy or anything,” he explained

“Lucky you, sometimes I wish I could go back and warn younger me.” you said “But at least know I have an actual friend.”

“Same here.” Keigo said as he looked at his watch “Unfornuinttily I have to get to my next class, so I shall see you later.”

“Later Keigo I’m gonna run as well,” you said and headed off to your next class and scarfed down your ice cream. Little did you know a certain someone was watching your every move. 

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RW Headcanons Nobody Asked for but you get Anyway

This stuff is somewhat relevant bc of Monarch and my WIP fanfic/comic and such

Today's topic is Scavengers because they're probably the most developed things I have.

(Info under cut in case people do not want this huuuuge text block)

Biology

Scavengers are a live-bearing species of mammal-like creatures that are highly intelligent and social. I compare them to humans a lot, especially the humans in Wings of Fire (hilariously, also named scavengers). Don't worry, you don't need to read the books to understand it, it's basically just society before technology.

Scavengers typically have 2 pups, but can have more or less with varying rarity. Scavenger pups (called 'pups' or 'babies' by other scavs) are born with rounded bodies covered in a thick layer of baby fuzz. They're basically balls of fuzz with four little claw feet and a head attached. Speaking of their head, scavengers have somewhat pointed heads with a slight snout and a pair of flexible, cat-like ears on their head. Their spines are not present at all as babies, hidden by the fuzz, but grow in and show as they grow older.

Adult scavengers have thin, flat fur pressed against their body with long arms and legs, as well as fully formed spines, but are otherwise bigger versions of the scav pups. Some may display unusual traits, such as whiskers, additional claws, or extra sets of ears.

Hierarchy

Scavengers have a hierarchy structure that I loosely based on what is seen in fiction such as My Pride and Warrior Cats, as well as real pack structures in animals (namely wolves). In each region, there is a standing scavenger 'tribe' that go under unique names. Smaller tribes may exist within regions, but they do not get along with each other.

Tribes are named 'The Tribe of [X]', where X is some kind of description of their main territory (e.x. The Tribe of Endless Machines is the tribe in Metropolis). Sometimes, when rival chieftains address each other in a non-violent standings (To form alliances, discuss temporary truces, peacefully trade territory, or sometimes exchange members of the tribes), you can say 'Chief [Scav Name] of the Tribe of [Tribe Name]'

So, for example, the Metropolis leader could be addressed as 'Chief Ferocious Quick Thinker of the Tribe of Endless Machines'. Or just 'Chief Ferocious Quick Thinker'. Sometimes, rival scavs can also politely address each other as '[Scav Name] of the Tribe of [Tribe Name]'. Dee-Dee, for example, could be called 'Daring Double Whisker of the Tribe of Crystal Waterfalls'.

Each tribe has it's own chieftain with their own mask, though bigger and better tribes have more elaborate masks and are also the scavengers that commonly control tolls.

The societal structure is based on each member taking to their strengths to work to the best of their ability. At the top there is the chieftain. Scavengers can reach this rank through a few means, including (but not limited to):

-Ascending as a blood relative to a recently deceased chieftain (Must be direct blood and the tribe has to approve)

-Being appointed as a new chieftain (Done by the old one either when they step down or as preparation for when they die)

-Defeating a weaker chieftain in an honorable duel (Not always to the death, only accepted if the old chieftain had some kind of problem (not widely accepted, failed to protect the tribe in some way, had been badly wounded)

There's other ways, but these are the main ways they happen.

Below the Chieftain is their direct family (parents, siblings, mate, children), and then below that is female scavengers with pups. They rank high socially, and are highly protected by the tribe. Their mate ranks slightly below them, and all pups rank here as well.

Next are the majority of the tribes, being the normal scavengers who do tasks such as hunting, defense, running tolls, kill squads, scouting territory, etc. They're scavengers that are functional to the tribe. When they're not busy doing their tasks, they can be found reinforcing social bonds doing things such as cleaning each other or playing social games.

The lowest are the 'Maskless', young scavengers that have progressed past the baby stage but have yet to reach maturity. They have yet to get their adult names and modified masks. However, they carry similar tasks that the adults do, simply with less major tasks put on them. They are not sent out on kill squads and rarely sent out to defend, mostly being hunters or the last line of defense.

Stages of Life

Speaking of 'Maskless' and babies and such, here's how the scavs grow up and get named and such!

Scav pups are given short, one word or compound names that reflect their physical looks. Names like this can be things such as 'Fluffy', 'Fuzzball', 'Spike', 'Claw', 'Chocolate', etc.

Once they lose their baby fluff and their spines start to grow in, but before they are fully mature, they age into the 'Maskless' phase. During this, they keep their baby name as they begin to be taken notice of (their personality, skills, etc) to help form their adult name.

Finally, they get their name and mask when they reach full maturity during an elaborate ceremony for the individual. The chieftain appoints their new name, which is a three word combination. The first word describes their personality (Daring, Fierce, Restless), while the other two are a description of the skill or ability they're best at (Night Hunter, Gentle Giant, Flying Striker) Sometimes, they can also be physical descriptions (Double Whisker) or all three words can be the skill (Unrivaled Flawless Aim).

Their mask is also given to them here, which starts as a normal vulture mask that they are to carve and add to as they please during the ceremony. (Only real rules are that it can't be too ridiculous) Otherwise, it's really just a night of all the scavs having fun and taking the night off, probably eating the vulture they killed for the mask.

With their new adult names, most scavs also choose to take nicknames. These can be chosen or imposed by others, and have a wide range of what they can be. Some take parts of their name ('Unrivaled Flawless Aim' Flawless), others go by abbreviations ('Daring Double Whisker' DD or Dee-Dee), and some are nicknamed with their baby names ('Rushing Edged Glare' Dash)

Chieftans simply add the word 'Chief' before their name, and must always be addressed by their full name. (Chief Rushing Edged Glare)

At any time, they can always take off their masks, and of course as they move up ranks they'll also add to them (Like if they become an elite they can add more patterns, maybe pearls if they're really lucky). Their ears simply fold flat against their head when wearing the mask, and they use it for protection and secrecy when interacting with other tribes.

Language

Pretty simple, to me scavs communicate in three main ways: Body language, symbols, and their spoken language.

Body language is standard, mostly used between rival tribes since they dare not engage in pleasantries such as speaking.

Written symbols are mostly used as signs to others of the same tribe, as each makes their own symbols to signify different things. For example, if a hunting squad passes by a major threat too large for them, they might write symbols in their path to indicate danger and the need for a kill squad.

Spoken language, which sounds like various clicks, chirps, and squeaks, is most common in the same tribe and among close members.

Known Scav Headcanons

These are all my tribe names/chieftain/individual names for all known scavs in the game:

-Both GW scav tolls are owned by the Tribe of Lurking Danger, led by Chief Distant Lethal Finish. This tribe also owns one of the treasuries.

-The other GW Treasury is owned by the Tribe of Foul Sight, led by Chief Commanding Spear Master. The scav merchant in GW, named Bright Charming Gaze is part of the Tribe of Foul Sight as well.

-The Outskirts toll is owned by the Tribe of Flat Expanse, led by Chief Sharp Pinpointed Accuracy. They also owns the toll in Outer Expanse, making them the only tribe to own territory in two regions.

-Both the toll and Treasury in Farm Arrays are owned by the Tribe of Fungal Growth, led by Chief Unyielding Sixth Claw

-The merchant in Shaded Citadel, named Lonely Black Beard, is part of the Tribe of Infinite Darkness, led by Chief Perfect Glowing Eyesight

-The merchant in Sky Islands, named Leaping Aerial Ace, is part of the Tribe of Supposed Flight, led by Chief Delicate Iridescent Beauty

Das all for now =>

EDIT: I forgot to include how tribe names are, and some headcanons for existing scavs. Fixed!

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter twelve

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 1, 2018 los angeles, california orion

My moms come up from San Diego for my first chemotherapy appointment. While I’m grateful that they’re here, I hate that they’re just another group of people who want me to tell Calum. Emelia is working today. She had offered to take the day off, but since my moms are here, I figured she should go to work.

“Honey, do you need us to take Duke while you’re getting treatment?” Mama asks.

I sigh, not wanting to think about yet another round of logistics. I feel like I’m having to rearrange my entire life because of the diagnosis and Cal being on tour. Granted, I don’t even know how much of my life is worth getting into order. Does it really matter if I take my classes if I’m going to be dead in a year or two? Taking care of Duke does matter, of course, but he’s not a very active dog and I want him here while I’m living alone temporarily.

“No, I can keep him here. He’s already got a lot of changes with Calum gone,” I tell her. She nods.

“Of course. Let us know if you change your mind, okay?”

I nod.

We get ready to leave, prepping a cold bottle of water for me to have, along with a box of crackers and a bottle of fruit punch Gatorade. In the pamphlet that Dr. Harris gave me about my chemotherapy drug, it mentioned that I’d likely be nauseous after receiving the IV of the essentially poisonous fluid. I don’t think that they’ll do much to remedy the discomfort, but I want to at least try to dispel the symptoms.

Mom and Mama insist that I also bring a sweatshirt in case I get cold, and I just do what they say. I am not in the mood to debate anything with them. I bring one of Cal’s to have a piece of him with me at the hospital. It’s not the same as having him there to support me, but it’s the closest I’ll get to it.

We drive the short distance to the hospital. My appointment is at 9:00, but they’d woken up super early to be able to pick me up and take me to the appointment. I got a text from Calum at 3 am when they landed in Tokyo and I’m so thankful he didn’t call like he’d promised. I would’ve woken up and I’m already exhausted as it is. The chemo is about to make it all worse.

I check in at the same desk that I’d come to before, but this time I don’t see Russell. A young, pretty blonde nurse calls me back instead and she explains that they’re doing more tests to provide a baseline while we track the chemo’s progress over the next few months. The tests include another blood draw, and they let me lay down, but this time I don’t pass out thankfully. Once the initial dizziness wears off, we walk down the hallway into another room, but this one is far larger.

There are several sterile-looking arm chairs, some of which have patients sitting in them already, an IV hooked up to them. I am sad when I see the youngest patient is a boy who can’t be more than 9, bald, hooked up to the chemo transfusion, and reading a Magic Treehouse book. He's so young and he's already received a death sentence: a cancer diagnosis.

The blonde nurse directs me to my own chair, which has a table next to it that has a “WELCOME, ORION” sign and a bottle of apple juice and a pack of cookies. Wow, way to make a girl feel special while she's dying.

I take a seat in my chair, and my moms stay right in front of me, even though they have chairs available for guests very much available. Maybe I get it from them — the inability to accept help. I can't imagine that they'll stand there the whole time. We're supposed to be here pretty much all day.

Another nurse comes over with a cart of medical supplies. She's older, around my moms' age, and she greets us with a 'good morning' that I just ignore. It's not a good morning.

"Let's get you started. Any questions?" She's already grabbing my arm and wiping it with a disinfecting cloth, prepping it for an IV. The thought of an IV gives me chills, so I try not to stare as she puts it in and then hooks me up to the drip of the chemotherapy drug. I don't want to think about it.

"No questions," I tell the nurse.

She smiles at me and hands me a remote. "Press this if you have any issues. I'll be back in a moment to check on you."

I try to look anywhere except for the bend in my arm where she just inserted my IV. Mom opens her mouth to say something right as my phone starts to ring. It's Calum.

"Hello?" I answer instantly. I've been waiting to hear his voice. I know it's some ungodly early hour in Tokyo, but I'm sure he's got a completely messed up sleep schedule right now, and that won't be changing for a few weeks until they're consistently in the same time zone for a few days.

"Hi baby," Cal's tired voice comes through my speaker.

"How was the flight?"

My moms mouth to me that they're going to go grab coffee and I nod, appreciating the chance to talk to Cal without them eavesdropping.

"Long and boring. Ash kept snoring for most of it." He sounds so tired. I've never understood how they could tour like they do. The different time zones, constant busy-ness, late nights... it's exhausting.

"I'm sorry."

Cal laughs. "Don't be sorry, you had absolutely nothing to do with it. How are you? What are you doing today?"

My breath catches in my throat. I have to lie again. My stomach sinks and I feel guilty all over again, but I don't have time to dwell on that. I have to tell him something. "My moms are here. Probably just gonna take a short hike and get some food, maybe go to a museum."

I feel like I can hear him frown. "I wish they'd come before I left! I've not seen them in forever. Let them know I say hi?"

I nod even though he can't see me. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry I didn't think to invite them up to see us before. My brain has kinda been mush lately."

"I know, it's okay. I'm excited to spend Thanksgiving with them again, though," he says. Last year we did Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with his, since Thanksgiving isn't exactly a thing in Australia. We were talking about hosting his parents and Mali here in LA this year, but we hadn't finalized that yet.

"Yeah, that'll be good."

"Hey," Calum says, which makes me laugh. Why is he greeting me again in the middle of our conversation?

"Hey?" I reply, asking it as a question.

"We're one day closer to me coming home."

I smile at the prospect of having him back home and by my side. "Yeah, what is it? A couple of months ‘til you're in San Diego?" I think I'll still be getting treatment, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to cover my tracks with him being so close to home, but I try to focus on getting through things the way they are right now. He will be home for good in November. I can make it to November.

"Yep, two months. It's October 2nd. Oh! Maybe your whole family can come to the show! Would your moms let Eri come even if it's a school night?" His mention of bringing my brother to the show is cute. My little brother absolutely adores Calum. Actually, my entire family is obsessed with him, and I don't blame them.

"Maybe, I'll have to ask." I know for a fact that they would let Eri come to a show, regardless of date or time, but I'm leery to make any kind of promises at this point.

“Just let me know, I’ll put whoever on the list.”

“Yeah, for sure. How’s Japan? How’s everyone else? I wanna hear all about it.”

Cal then dives into the rundown of their arrival to Japan and going through customs, meeting fans at the airport and finally getting to the hotel. He said Matt is already tired of them, but, to be fair, Matt was tired of them after two days of rehearsals. Ash said that Kay’s grandma is back at home, so I won’t be running into her at the hospital. It hasn’t been a full day since they left but I feel like so much has happened. Hooked up to this IV, my cancer feels so much more real.

“I’m getting sleepy again, so I can let you go. Just wanted to hear your voice.” He yawns and I can only imagine how tired he looks. I'm tired too.

“Of course,” I say. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll text you when I wake up again.”

We hang up — I’m not sure which one of us does it first or if we do it at the same time, but it seems like the silence comes instantly. The moment my phone goes quiet, I realize just how freezing I am. I remember the sweatshirt my moms made me bring and pull it out of. my tote bag that's on the floor, just as the two sympathetically smiling faces appear in front of me again.

They're carrying Starbucks cups from the food court, a third one in their hands that I presume is for me.

"We got you some mint tea — it's supposed to be great for nausea," Mama says, handing me the hot cup.

"Thank you," I say, wrapping my freezing fingers around the warmth of the tea.

"How's Calum? He's in Japan first, right?" Mom asks. She ignores the chair that's next to me that she could sit in, instead choosing to squat in front of me with her iced coffee in hand.

I nod and take a sip of my tea. I've always loved mint tea. Cal and I seemed to have a cup almost every night for the first few months of us living together. "Yeah, Japan. He's tired, but he'll be tired for a while."

Mom sets a hand on my knee. "So will you." She's right. I'm about to be drained and exhausted and sick and miserable. She smiles sadly at me.

Just like the drip in my IV, the next few hours go incredibly slowly. I'm so cold the entire time, the staff have to bring me a blanket, and I note mentally to bring one with me next week. My moms were prepared and both brought books to read, one of which they end up giving to me. Scrolling on my phone got old quickly, but I found some photos of Cal and the boys arriving in Japan and enjoyed that.

Once I'm done with my first full bag of the chemo drug, we get to leave. Walking out of the hospital and back into the sunshine is jarring, and I'm still cold, even though it's still very warm outside. My moms drive me back home, but once I'm back in the apartment, they have to leave to drive back to San Diego so they can have dinner with my brother. He'd been at a friend's house all day while they were here.

They offer to order me a pizza or something for dinner, but Emelia and I are planning on hanging out tonight. I know I won't feel well, but Em just wants to be there for me in case I need anything. She'll probably stay the night, too. It won't be as comforting as having Calum, but I will gladly take the company.

A few hours pass while I'm alone, and the nausea sets in quickly. I text Emi and ask her to bring food, even though the thought of eating makes me feel worse. I know I need to eat. I don't specify what she should bring, because nothing sounds good. She just says she'll be here in thirty minutes.

I text Calum in the meantime.

To: bass boy 💕 hi my love hope you're getting some beauty sleep i know i said don't bring me anything but actually can you bring me some kind of Japanese snacks pls i will love you forever and ever and ever i mean i'll do that anyway but i do want some snacks ignore me til you're awake was just thinking and thought of it and wanted to ask hehe oh and i know it's not til the v end but can you pretty pretty pretty please buy me chocolate special k in europe i will remind you dw

I think I've successfully pretended things are normal, and I do desperately miss the Special K in Europe.

A knock on the door is timed perfectly with the end of my texting spree, and I know it's Emelia, hopefully with food.

"It's open!" I yell out, not wanting to move from my comfy spot on the couch.

I hear the door opening and closing, followed by some echoed footsteps, and then Emelia is standing in the living room. She has on her work clothes — black leggings and t-shirt, nonslip shoes on her feet. She's not wearing the hat that they make her wear anymore, but her hair is still up in a messy ponytail.

"Hi, how ya feelin'?" She asks. She also holds up the bag of food she brought. It's the ramen from the place that's pretty close to here that I love.

"Pretty shitty, but I know it's only going to get worse."

Em frowns. "Well, have no fear. I brought ramen, and we can watch Girl Meets World all night."

My jaw drops. Everyone in my life knows how much I love Girl Meets World but judges me for liking a kids' show so much, so no one ever watches it with me. She really is such a good friend, willingly watching something that she knows will make me feel better.

"I love you," I tell her.

Then, she smiles, takes off her shoes, and puts the food on the coffee table, disappearing for a minute. When she comes back, she has glasses of water, napkins, and silverware. Emelia plops onto the couch next to me and takes the ramen out of the bag, setting it up for us.

"I got the curry and the mushroom," she explains. "I wasn't sure which you'd want today. I'm fine with whatever you don't want."

Both are normally delicious, but neither sounds appealing right now. The mushroom broth is lighter, so I go with that, thinking if nothing else, I can just sip the broth.

After a few hours of watching TV and pretending to eat my ramen, I suddenly feel Emelia's eyes on me. She's got a thoughtful look on her face, and I don't know what it is.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head. "Sorry, was just thinking. Do you know if you're going to lose your hair?"

I gulp. I'd looked into it. It depends largely on which form of chemo you're on, but also, it comes down to luck. "The drug I'm on is one that doesn't usually cause it, but there's still a chance I might."

Emelia nods, thinking. "Do you want to get a wig? Just in case."

I'd thought about it, but wigs that actually look nice are very expensive. Medical bills are already racking up, and my moms are going to help me, but it's a lot. "No, I think I'll just cross that bridge if I get to it."

"Do you want to cut your hair?"

It's relevant, but it catches me by surprise. I hadn't thought about that. I might lose my hair, but I've had long hair for so long. I've not cut it much shorter in so long. I'm also... dying. Why do I need to have long hair until I die? Why can't I change it up?

Isn't that what life is all about? Doing fun things?

I turn to her. "Let's do it."

I stand up and head straight for the kitchen, grabbing scissors from our junk drawer. I then go into the bathroom, switching on the lights. Emelia joins me soon after I start tying my hair into four sections, aligning the elastics at the same level, halfway between my chin and my shoulders.

Emelia doesn't say anything, she just smiles at me through the mirror and watches while I begin to saw off my hair. I don't know why I'm making such a sudden, big decision, but I've chopped a full ponytail off already, so there's no going back. Leave it to leukemia to stop me from overthinking every piece of my life.

Once I've cut off all the length, I take off the elastics holding everything together and have Emelia help me even everything out. It's not perfect, but if I'm about to lose it, it doesn't matter. If I don't lose it, I'll go see a hairdresser to fix it.

"OK, let me take a picture and then I need to go lay back down.

I take a mirror selfie, covering my face with my phone, just showing the lack of hair cascading over my green sweatshirt. I send it to Cal while I trudge back to the couch, flopping face-first onto the mountain of throw pillows and blankets.

"Want some Tums? Or Pepto?" Em asks.

"No," I groan. Why did cutting my hair suck all of the energy out of me?

"You okay?"

"No."

Em chuckles, and I feel the couch sink slightly as she sits next to me. "Can I get you anything?"

"A new body?"

She snorts. "Can't do that, sorry."

I let out a pained sigh, turning my head so it's not face down on the fuzzy blanket. "Thank you for being here."

"You have to stop thanking me. I know you'd be the first person holding my hand and bringing me food if it was me."

She's right. I'd probably let her move into our place so I could take care of her as much as she'd let me. I don't think she'd take me up on the offer to move in, but there'd undoubtedly be an offer. I'd do anything for her.

"I think I'm gonna sleep," I announce. My phone buzzes several times in my pocket. Hoping it's Calum, I pull it out.

From: bass boy 💕 UM EXCUSE ME MADAM YOU CANNOT JUST SPRING THIS ON ME IT LOOKS SO GOOD GOOD MF MORNING TO ME MY GIRLFRIEND IS A GODDESS can't wait to see it in person <3 and 1000% will get you snacks and special k anything for you

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a/n: hi hi hi sorry sorry it's been a lil bit have been slowly working on this chapter :)

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A/N: My first Pedro fic *cries in gay* and it's sooooo sweet and lovely♡♡♡ writing this was soooo much fun. I hope u enjoy it and by the way I just ad non canon story just for the plot.

WARNING: if u can't handle fluff and sweeeet sweeet pedro skip, otherwise enjoy and scream silently 🤭 reader is shy, lots of kissing and did I say sweet pedro? Ehm...hint of a panicattack

Wordcount: 1,6k

Proofread? I tried xD

Masterlist

Dirty Coincidence

"1:30 pm fu'ff'(ck)! I'm 'f'(t)oo la'f'(t)e!" Cars and people pass you by as you run along the path with a Hot Dog in your mouth, without looking back or paying much attention to the road. *I'll never have a chance at one of these roles if I get there too late!* you thought.

With a bang you run into someone big and you both crash to the ground. "fuuuuck.......!" your eyes fall first and foremost on the mess you have made. "oh my god I'm so sorry!" Your eyes widen as you realise whose jacket you have just soiled. "ah....o....oh my.....holy sh.....I'll clean the jacket I'm really really sorry!"

A light laugh is the only response from the man facing you.

"I don't believe it. I just ruined Pedro Pascal's jacket...." you whisper to yourself and still can't believe who is standing in front of you.

"It's not that bad. Leave it, but you should look where you're going in the future, pretty lady!" You turn bright red at his words and look at your watch in shock. "Damn it! I have to go! I'm really sorry, but it was nice to meet you!" A thoughtful Pedro looks after you and just shakes his head in amusement.

"The day is off to a good start huh?" He smiles and continues on his way.

You stand in front of a large building and stare at the huge windows. "Let's go then...if it's not already too late"

With big quick steps you look around the entrance hall and walk briskly to the reception.

"I had an appointment 10 minutes ago...I'm really sorry I'm late but I had a little accident on the way here..." You literally have a cold sweat running down your face. The lady at reception looks at you and smiles kindly as she holds a phone to her ear.

"Neil, your 1:30 appointment has arrived, shall I send them to you?.............ok" After a short pause she looks at you. "You can go to the back, aisle 2, room 4, left side. Neil is waiting for you there. He says you shouldn't worry. Your audition partner for the text samples hasn't arrived yet either".

A deep sigh comes out of your mouth and you nod, walk towards room 4 and knock. The door opens and Neil looks at you with a relaxed smile.

"Welcome, step in" The two of you are talking about the first scenes and script while you are waiting for your co-worker when the door suddenly opens.

"there you are, then we can start now!" Neil says and your jaw almost drops to the floor when you see who is coming in.

Immediately the blood rushes to your cheeks as the handsome, attractive man looks at you in surprise. "What a coincidence, we meet again so soon" Pedro comes to you and gives you his hand to greet you.

"ah....ehm...hi...." That's all you can say and smiling speechlessly, too uncomfortable with the whole situation, grabbing his hand.

"you two know each other?" Neil looks back and forth between you.

"well....something like that" Pedro smirks and grabs his script. The two of you start working on the text phases and, despite the situation beforehand, you quickly get into your characters. Together you rehearse for over 2 hours and Neil is visibly thrilled by your natural appearance.

You take a break and go to the cafeteria together.

"your jacket....-" "Don't mention it" you were about to start, but Pedro interrupts you, stuffs some fries into his mouth and looks at you.

"you live here?" He asks

"I just moved here and I don't know my way around yet" you dig into your salad. "is that why you ran like that?" he teases you with a cheeky smile. "hehe......yeah. i got lost first. now i know where we have to go." You can't help but keep looking at him. "working with you is pretty entertaining so far" you try to stay relaxed and put some food in your mouth.

"I think you did a pretty good job" Pedro finishes his fries. Without noticing that you are smiling at him almost dreamily, you continue to eat. "thank you...."

You two can easily inspire Neil and start shooting a part of season 2 in The Last of Us together.

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It has been 4 weeks since you both got the roles and you are more than just a well-rehearsed team. Today we start filming a flashback for Joel 10 years ago in which he met another woman besides Tess because of the work situation.

The scene wants a kiss, which has to be shot as authentically as possible. For Pedro this is less of a problem as he has already shot different scenes with such a situation but for you? Primere! Great, and then also with him. You get into it and everything goes well until then. You can almost hear your heart beating, why?

You're excited.....about the scene? ...Pedro? The audience with all the cameras? Your gut feeling knows this quite well because it is totally tingling. Then it happens and the first kiss is perfect. For the shoot?....no not for that....Your breathing almost stops and you are far too nervous to continue, you run completely out of breath towards the toilet. A dumbfounded Pedro remains standing. Pedro looks after you silently and just stands there in confusion.

Once in the toilet, you gasp for breath, almost as if you are having a panic attack. You put your hand over your mouth, completely lost in thoughts, as you realise how you feel about Pedro. "not him......" There is a sudden knock at the door. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"y....yes...I'm f..fine" your voice totally shaky trying to put the words together.

"can I come in please?"

"n...NO!....i mean...fuck..." You finally open the door and look halfway at him with your cheeks all red. He comes in, closes the door behind him and looks at you calmly.

"Do you want to stop work for today? When you feeling sick we can take a break"

You just shake your head. "No...that's not it" You grab your left upper arm. Pedro eyes you piercingly, almost as if he hears all your dirty thoughts, and comes much closer to you.

Your heart is about to explode and you can't help but approach him too.

Your gaze full of longing to be closer to him, he silently granting and you slowly close your eyes. His breath is clearly perceptible, you kiss him tenderly on his lips, he continues to respond to the kiss without hesitation and plays along with your sweet lips. You detach yourselves from the kiss without looking at him. "I'm sorry....."

"you are a really sassy girl" he says with a sweet smile and carefully kisses again, more intensely and a little more dominant that you are both completely out of breath. "

We have to go back. The others are already wondering where we are" he winks at you, but you can't concentrate on anything else. Bright red, you return with Pedro and are obviously no longer in the mood for filming, so Pedro makes a deal with Neil to get the rest of the day off.

"Do you want to come to my place?" he asks you casually, without any ulterior motives. You nod shyly and the two of you finally head home to him. When you arrive, you just stand there, which makes him smile. "Don't worry, I won't bite, make yourself comfortable... I'll make us some coffee." He disappears into the kitchen and returns shortly afterwards with two coffees in his hands. Both of you sit on his comfortable couch and sip the coffee.

"we are making good progress with the work"

"yes........" you stare at your coffee. He senses your discomfort and looks at you sweetly. "in the kiss scene.... was that your first?" He scrutinises your reaction. "because you're so damn shy"

"Yeah...sorry...." you look down at your legs and pinch your jeans.

"it really doesn't have to....god damn it you're so cute"

Your head is already all messed up and you bite your lower lip, which is not hidden from him and he looks directly at your sweet lips. His fingers sneak under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Without asking you, he kisses you tenderly and carefully, which makes you relax and accept his sweet kiss.

The two of you can't detach each other, but you only separate to catch your breath and engage in another seductive kiss between your lips that screems for so much more. "you want more....?" he asks you but instead of awnsering you just kiss back, lick over his lips which makes him open his mouth and your tongues both fight for dominance.

You let out a sigh and finally you part, face to face, gasping for air. "You're a damn good kisser" Pedro looks at you, slightly messed up, but he signals for you to snuggle into his arms. Shyly, you lie down in his arms and rest your head in his neck, which is why you can smell his wonderful scent with every breath. "if you need anything just let me know" Actually you need a new panty right now but you just nod and cuddle up to him more. He gently strokes your back without being intrusive. "I can't believe I fell in love with you clumsy" he smiles.

You cling to him tighter. "I... think I love you too..." you say and he kisses you on the forehead, smiles cheekily.

All this just because of a bump 4 weeks ago!

If you want a part 2 with or without smut just comment or request me :3

[moregraceful]

L after fucking L at the clinic today for FOUR STRAIGHT hours

First, [Specialist] was out here like, bro i think you just have [fully recoverable virus for humans commonly associated with dogs, NOT lycanthropy sadly], I'm like THE DISEASE THAT DOGS GET?? He was like yeah but the human kind dw. But I'm pretty sure that's what's going on. I was like bro come on. And then he sent me to the lab for bloodwork just to make sure I have fully recoverable dog virus where they took even more of my blood...please...ladies....how will the sexy vampires feast on me tonight if I have no blood...

Then went to my gp and took seventeen more losses. Told her some symptoms that were bothering me for a while, she was like lmao bro you haven't dealt with this REOCCURRING ON A WEEKLY BASIS SYMPTOM for HOW long!!? I was like lady listen. You referred me to [a different specialist] in 2021 and he did blood work and was just like take antihistamines and i got super mad and never saw him again. She was like ok but the antihistamines did not work?? And you just lived like that?? FOR TWO YEARS?? I was like i have a tragic backstory involving the medical field that causes me to shy away from seeking medical help!!! She was like ok but I'm writing you another referral You Do Not Have To Live Like This.

Then [Department I was referred to] called me while I was sitting in the lobby waiting in fifteen minute vaccine jail (ya boy will be fully hepatitis b vaccinated soon...fellas watch out...) and they were like sooo you're actually an established patient of this man due to seeing him in 2021...so you have to see him. I was like, must I. Simply must I. And the nice administrator on the phone was like, well most of our department is going on vacation this summer, butttttt. yeah no you do lol. I was like I GUESS!! But at least this appt is in person unlike the last one, which was telehealth - I am way better at advocating for myself in person. so if he says hmm, i think you should take even more antihistamines i can fight him in real life.

And then i had to get an x-ray bc apparently [ENTIRELY UNRELATED SYMPTOM TO EVERYTHING ELSE THAT I THOUGHT WAS JUST A SYMPTOM OF AGING] is not something doctors are generally thrilled to hear abt you having for years. And i met a very nice x-ray technician who was a little on edge bc there was a kid in the next x-ray room having a screaming meltdown you could hear from the waiting room. I was like bro i get it. I also need to go scream in front of my mom

And then after all that was done, i texted my mom tell her that i probably have a dog virus that isn't even lycanthropy and she was buddy you had dog virus in preschool lmao you'll live. Pain.

I also apparently canceled therapy in a fugue state sometime in the past two weeks so i only have one more healthcare appointment this week 😩 but this last one i am not dreading TOO much bc a) this was not a referral, i choose her specifically based on the stress i have around [fourth probably unrelated problem to everything else, not lycanthropy] and b) i had a fifteen minute consult with her last week where she was like hmm. Wow. I need to see you weekly, actually. And sent me intake forms immediately. So while this one will be an expensive weekly pain in the ass, at least i will not be waiting until August like my other damn specialist.

Anyway the reason i wrote all that out is a) you all were so kind and sympathetic while i have been going tf thru it for the past three weeks and I felt you deserved an update that i am NOT dying imminently, 2) i learned a valuable lesson today which is that if you put off dealing with/refuse to deal with several physical health problems separately for several years, eventually they snowball to a point where you just feel bad in your body all the time and then it's even more of a pain in the ass to deal with them all at once and you run the risk of being at the clinic for four hours straight slowly losing the will to live. Don't be me, don't do that. Address what is making you feel bad in your body and make sure your problems are heard. Like i am saying this as someone with medical trauma. It is YOUR body and YOUR life, you do not have to spend every day feeling bad for (likely) treatable reasons.

And I'm not even a werewolf 😭😭😭

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