#next week I think the doc is supposed to call me

[jaeyunnz]

"I'll be a good boy."

jake + f¡reader ❤︎

WARNINGS: sub!jake, dom¡reader, making out, begging, dirty talk, sucking him off, grinding, unprotected sex (don't do it stay safe.) jake calls reader mommy. whining and pet names.

Note: Sorry if this sounds rushed in anyway.

this is proofread !!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

jake has a fever and goes to the doctor for medicine — he gets prescribed with a pill that makes him feel extremely horny and comes to you for help.

Jake has had a fever for a week or so, and its been getting worse. Eventually he took your advice to go to the doctors — and check out whats wrong. When he got back home at night, your met with a tight back hug which causes you to jump slightly. You didn't even realize Jake got home yet.

Hes always been a bit touchy, but today feels different. when you finally lift your head up to look at his face, he’s blushing profusely, pupils dilated and panting a bit. "sorry... i missed you." he mutters out, "i-i took medicine from the doctor for my fever, but now i feel so weird." he whined.

As soon as you open your mouth to speak, Jake accidentally presses himself against you, your body smooshed on the counter. "Jake...?" he buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply, letting out a soft, whimper. "mhmm?" he mumbles against your skin, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulls you closer, his hips still grinding slowly against your backside.

"What did the doctors prescribe you with baby?" You breathe out, trying to suppress a moan. he pulls back just slightly, pupils blown wide as he stares intensely into your eyes. a dazed, weak smile curls his lips. "i dunno... feel so fucking loopy. doc said this cold med's potent shit."

"Maybe you need some rest?" his gaze drops to your lips, a shiver running down his spine. his growing bulge twitches against you while he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your mouth. "maybe... but i don't wanna sleep right now." He slightly rocks his hips back and forth against you.

You bite your lower lip, gripping on the counter. "I think it's best if you do. You'll probably feel better—" before you can finish your sentence, jake lets out a whine pitifully, brows furrowed as he stares pleadingly at you, pupils dilating further. "pleeeeease don't leave me. i'm fucking baked, can barely think straight." he grips your shirt, desperate.

"How else are you supposed to get better then?" You say softly as he nuzzles his face against the back of your neck, placing his hands on the counter to cage you in. "i-i dont know..." he whimpers softly, "all i know is i need you to touch me. somewhere, anywhere... please." Your eyes widen when those words slip out of his mouth, unsure what to do.

You want to keep encouraging him to get some rest, because maybe that'd help him have a clear mind. But his pleading eyes and whimpers — its hard to say no.

"Jake i don't know. I really think you just need to sleep this off." he looks at you with wide puppy eyes, frowning. "n-no please, i don't want to.." his hands grip your hips, pulling you against his hardness more, eliciting a small gasp from you. "p-please.. i'll be a good boy i promise.. — i promise."

You give in — the begging too tempting. The next thing you know you find your hand sliding down to grope and rub his bulge, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips. "mmph.. yeah there baby. touch me there." He gasps out as you trace circles against the fabric, his legs shaking slightly.

His mouth is wide open, watching you stroke his clothed dick. He leans in and presses his lips against yours, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss is soft and sloppy, his tongue lolling out to lick at your lips. You let out a quiet moan, slipping your hand into his jeans and continuing your gentle strokes.

He gasps against your mouth, his tongue immediately takes advantage of your parted lips, slipping into your mouth to tangle with yours. The kiss is messy, filled with soft moans and gentle nips. Slowly, his hands slide down to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hardening bulge. "m-mmph... baby, i want..." he whimpers, unable to finish his sentence. "Want what baby? Use your words." he looks into your eyes with lust. "w-want... to be inside you.."

You bite your lower lip, unsure what to do. Jake still has a fever and is way too weak to take charge — usually hes the one to lead, but not today, not when hes sick. This is new to you, though your quite enjoying it.

"Come," you whisper out, pulling back from Jake. You grab his hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom. Once you both get inside, the door slams shut. "Sit on the bed," you order, Jake doesn't question and follows you, plopping on the edge of the bed. You make your way over to him, hovering over his lap and he looks up at you, moving his hand up to place on your hip.

You slowly lean down and start leaving trails of wet sloppy kisses down his neck, sucking and biting the skin, leaving a few purple — red marks. He whimpers out, already arching his back, though all your doing is kissing his neck.

The kisses get lower, now down to his chest and stomach before you reach the ground, on your knees. Jake looks down at you and his breath hitches when he sees your eyes darting to his belt, he knows what your about to do and his cock throbs violently against the fabric of his jeans.

"Take them off." You say, he nods and begins to undo his belt with shakey hands. Hes so needy for your touch that he cant even take his belt off properly — hands fondling with it. Once he finally gets it off, he throws it on the floor. His bulge is now clearly outlined in his jeans, a wet spot forming at the tip.

"p-please.." he whines out as your hands reach up to help pull his jeans down along with his boxers, lifting his hips up to help you do so. When his dick finally springs free, you see pre-cum already leaking from the reddish head, twitching slightly. "Please what baby?" a smirk appears on your lips. Your enjoying his begging a bit too much.

Jake bites down on his lower lip, "suck it please." He bucks his hips up slightly. "Ah ah ah," you murmur, his gaze meeting yours. "I said please what? You have to ask nicely." he swallows hard, unsure what you mean, "i-i did... i said please—" you cut him off when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, he lets out a gasp from the sudden touch. "Your forgetting something baby. Whats my name?"

His eyes widen, understanding what you mean. He hesitates for a moment before whimpering out, "m-mommy, please suck my... my dick." His face flushes, looking away embarrassed. This was his first time ever calling you that — but it turns you on.

"Good boy." You give his dick a few strokes before leaning your head down, kitty licking the red tip. He rolls his eyes back, digging his nails into the bedsheets, trying his hardest not to shove his cock down your throat. Your soft lips wrap around the head fully, Jake's head tilting back from the sudden warmth and wetness. You slowly take more and more of his length down your throat, gagging a bit from his big size.

When you begin to slowly bob your head, he lets out a loud moan, bringing his hand down to grab your hair and pull it up into a ponytail so it wasnt in your face. This made you move your head up and down his cock at a faster pace, gripping onto his knees for balance as he fills the room up with his desperate whines and whimpers.

Your mouth stretches to accommodate his size, drool dripping down the sides of your lips. Jake thrusts his hips forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and choke slightly. You moan around his length, sending vibrations through his body, his back arching from the feeling. "fuck mm... im gonna cum." He breathes out heavily before you pull his cock out of your mouth, not wanting him to cum just yet.

"why'd you stop baby?" He frowns before you slowly sit onto his lap, he lets out a gasp when you do so, the fabric of your pants pressing on his exposed cock. "I want you to be inside me before you cum," he bites his lower lip, changing the position by picking you up and laying you down on your stomach, pulling your hips up. "you'll let me fuck you?" He says softly as you nod, grinding your hips up and down against him and pressing your ass firmly on his bare cock. His body stutters when you do so, digging his nails into your hips. "t-thank you mommy... thank you."

Your eyes roll back slightly from his words and movements, He watches you slide your shorts down, poking his tongue against his cheek while you pull your panties aside, giving him better access. He gulps hard, sliding his hard cock partway through your wet folds. He growls softly, "shittt. y-youre so wet baby.." His eyes snap to yours, seeing you toss your hair back and spread your thighs wider. Hes desperate and cant wait any longer so he lines himself up and shoves inside you hard, making you cry out and gasp from the sudden gesture, no warning at all.

"A-ah jake—" He silences you with a deep, hard thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot immediately. He starts pounding into you ruthlessly, not caring about being gentle. "fuck, your pussy is so tight..." He whimpers, seeing your head throw back in pleasure. You arch your back fully against his thrusts, mouth slightly opened. The loud moans spurs him on so he grips your hips harder, spreading your legs wider to get in deeper, your breasts bouncing with his rough thrusts, "m-mm.. feels so fucking good..." your body shakes with each of his movements.

He feels you clenching tightly around his length, knowing youre close. You shove your face into the pillow, muffling your loud moans and screams of pleasures. "J-jake i might... cum—" He hears your words and grabs your hair, pulling your head back while his other hand reaches down to rub your clit roughly. "cum for me... cum on my cock right now."

His words were enough for you to reach your climax. Jakes eyes roll back as he feels your walls tighten around him. He fucks through your orgasm, prolonging it. "fuck, fuck..." He grabs your breasts roughly, continuing to thrust deep inside you. He watches you throw your head back in ecstasy, your pussy still spasming around his cock. He pinches your nipples hard, eliciting another moan.

"f-fuck... you're taking my dick so well. taking every inch mommy..." He keeps pounding into you, feeling his own release building. Your eyes tear up from the roughness and pleasure, biting down on the pillow sheet. With a deep grunt, Jake buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching violently. "fuck, im cumming..." he gasps, whining out, "im cumming!" He pumps load after load of hot cum deep into your cunt as you let out a loud squeal, your hips shaking violently.

The both of you collapse onto the bed. His eyes drop to your body, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy. He spreads your legs wider, watching his load trickle down your thighs before slowly pulling out, making you both moan from the loss of contact.

He then gently nuzzles his face into your neck, cuddling you into his arms, "t-thank you mommy, i feel better.." You giggle tiredly at him, out of breath. "I'm glad baby. You should get some rest though, hm?" He nods, hiding his face in your chest, embarrassed.

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[kxsagi]

pro football player!bllk with girlfailure gf 🙏

“𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝”

a/n: reader is me i fear because i had apple maps on and turned left when siri said turn right (i ain’t ever living that down)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

"i’m not saying you're a disaster, love, but i just saw the smoke coming from the toaster and knew you tried to make soup again." 

yoichi is genuinely concerned for your wellbeing on a daily basis. he’s in the peak of his athletic prime – eating clean, training consistently, and optimizing performance… and then there’s you, googling “can i eat expired pudding if i microwave it?” 

he keeps track of your life with the dedication of a world cup coach. daily alarms set for you. calendar events for you. a literal google doc titled "how to not die this week – for my girlfriend." 

“yoichi, i accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of my vitamin again. at 2pm.” “... okay, stay on the phone while i cancel your dentist appointment and put you in bed.” 

when you showed up to one of his games wearing a shirt with his face on it, backwards, he didn’t even blink. he just fixed it for you mid-tunnel entrance like he was adjusting his jersey. 

he tells reporters, “she keeps me grounded.” what he means is you walked into a glass wall yesterday trying to wave at a squirrel. 

itoshi rin

"you’ve burned water. explain to me how that’s even physically possible." 

rin is the definition of organized. you? you just poured orange juice into your cereal because you were “half-awake and the cartons looked the same.” 

he constantly looks like he’s asking god why he’s being tested. but despite the judgmental sighs and eternal frown, he never lets anyone else talk down to you. 

“i couldn’t figure out how to put gas in the car so i called triple A and cried.” “... i’m going to show you how to do it. we’re going right now. bring your notebook.” 

he sets emergency funds aside just for your monthly “life mistake.” like the time you bought a fake designer purse that turned out to be a lunchbox. 

but he remembers everything. your favorite candy. how you like your grilled cheese (burnt, apparently). which socks help when you’re overwhelmed. 

once you got lost in IKEA and called rin in a panic. he tracked you down like joe goldberg.  

itoshi sae

"i make millions a year and my girlfriend just got stuck in a revolving door." 

sae is rich, classy, and elegant. you once mistook a bidet for a drinking fountain. opposites, baby. 

he acts all nonchalant and "ugh," but he's always silently picking up the pieces after you’ve caused another minor catastrophe. 

“i thought the microwave was the oven and now the plastic is part of my dinner.” “okay. i’m ordering sushi. don’t eat it. i mean it.” 

he’s weirdly patient with you. will roast you endlessly, but also brush your hair out of your face while saying “idiot” in the gentlest voice ever. 

once, you tripped walking up the stadium stairs and spilled a nacho tray onto a stranger. he didn’t even blink. just pulled out his black card and paid for all the ruined food. 

“do i like her because she’s cute? no. it’s the comedy. i never know what she’ll break next.” 

nagi seishiro

"wait… you were supposed to go to work today? oh no." 

you both forgot what day it was and slept through a meeting. your lives are one long nap and an accidental door dash order. 

nagi genuinely doesn’t care about your failures. he just kind of blinks and goes “eh, sounds annoying. let’s lie down.” 

“sei, i think i broke the vacuum.” “cool. guess we don’t clean now.” 

you once forgot to bring your passport to the airport. he forgot his shoes. you were that couple. the airline staff pitied you. 

he lets you stack your chaos on top of his. gets a little spark in his eyes when you mess something up. “you’re funny,” he says as you spill water on your laptop. 

surprisingly supportive. doesn’t fix things, but he’ll cuddle you while you cry about them. 

“i ruined the job interview.” “eh. next one. let’s get ice cream.” 

mikage reo

"my baby can’t do taxes or read maps, but she’s hot so it’s fine." 

he’s so ridiculously rich and competent, and you’re just trying to remember your email password from middle school. 

constantly watching you with an amused expression like “wow. she’s really out here giving it her best. adorable.” like you said “i think i wanna become an astronaut” and he started looking up NASA internships. 

“reo, i tried to meal prep and now there’s rice in the ceiling fan.” “that’s talent. you want a private chef?” 

he buys you a new phone every time you drop one in the toilet. it’s happened four times. 

he sends you voice notes like “baby, remember to eat today” and you reply “does chocolate count?” and he’s like “only if you eat six.” 

will absolutely drop $30k on something to make your life easier and then call it a “just because you’re a princess” gift. 

kaiser michael

"schatz, why are you crying?" "i tried to braid my hair and now there’s a comb stuck in the wall." 

kaiser is such a showoff. pro athlete, media darling, good with money, sharp as hell. you? you tried to fix the wi-fi by blowing on it like a nintendo cartridge. 

he lives for your mess. he thinks it’s hilarious. he’ll walk into a room you destroyed and be like “wow. modern art. you’ve outdone yourself.” 

“kaiser, i accidentally sent my manager a meme instead of my availability.” “did they laugh? no? then resend with context.” 

he’ll bully you for your mistakes but then drop everything to help you anyway. “you’re lucky i like you. and that you look hot when confused.” 

secretly addicted to you needing him. will pout if you fix something yourself. 

“you didn’t call me when your sink broke?” “i googled it.” “what the hell. i was emotionally prepared to be your hero.” 

shidou ryusei

"guess what i just did!" "lit something on fire?" "how did you know!?" 

you two are absolute chaos. you keep failing at life and he cheers you on like it’s a sport. 

“i just sent an angry email to the wrong person.” “HELL YEAH BABY. make it worse! want me to reply with a meme?” 

he loves how you panic over small things while he eggs you on. “i lost my shoe!” “go barefoot! embrace the primal life!” 

he brings out your most unhinged side and encourages your impulsive decisions. “should i dye my hair pink?” “only if you let me do it with kitchen bleach.” 

somehow, when you’re both together, things work?? the disasters cancel out??? or at least no one’s bored. 

“she’s dumb, and she’s mine. and if anyone says anything else i’ll headbutt them into next week.” 

aiku oliver

"you’re not a failure. you just have a very… creative approach to life. and gravity." 

he’s the charming, cocky pretty boy captain and you once fell down an escalator because you were texting. 

he calls you “baby” in that teasing voice every time you mess something up. “baby… you really locked yourself out again?” “yes…” “adorable. hold on, let me come save your helpless little ass.” 

literally spoils you rotten to compensate for your chaos. you messed up your entire skincare routine and he booked you a five-star spa appointment. 

jokes that you’re his "clumsy little gremlin" and kisses your forehead after you bump into a pole. 

also weirdly proud of your fails. tells his teammates about them like fun facts. “my girl once put dish soap in the laundry machine. we had bubbles for hours." 

he likes that you need him. not in a weird possessive way, just in the fun way. 

“she keeps life spicy. also, she accidentally started a fire once by microwaving foil.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kilojulietsierra]

Baby, It's Alright - Chapter Two

(Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader)

A little later than I promised but here it is!

Summary: Reader gets a sort of second date with Robby that sort of doesn't go the way she planned. It sort of goes better...

TW: all my content is considered 18+, age gap, car accident but everyone is fine, medical inaccuracies, DIY medicine = kids don't try this at home, sort of slow burn sorry, quiet flirting, male friendship, includes Dr Jack Abbot x nurse wife!OFC, Jack and Sam are INVESTED, Reader is nervous and twitterpated, Robby is falling and he's working through that ok!

This is a part of my "Save Me From Myself" series, if you feel so inclined you can check that out! Love you all for the love!

Read Chapter One here if you missed it!

~~~~~

Sam had invited you out for coffee after your shift and once you had found a table she asked the question you had been expecting for a week. "So, how are you feeling about your sexy, older, ER doc crush now?"

"Do you have to say it that way?" You supposed you should be grateful she'd let you go this long without bringing it up. It had given you time to think.

"Yes," She smiled, "I'm honestly having fun torturing you both. Stop avoiding the question."

You thought for a minute while you picked at your muffin, "Is it weird?" You were aware it was a vague yet somehow loaded question.

Sam still smiled, a little softer, as she reached up to let her bun down, "I don't think I can answer that for you." She paused to take a sip of her coffee and then continued. "What I can tell you is that when I first got to spend some time with Jack, we didn't know anything about each other, but, we sat and ate together and I knew that I could sit at a shitty picnic table and eat shitty pizza with him anywhere in the world and be perfectly happy."

You thought about what she had said, thought about dinner and the chat you had with Robby after.

Across rhe table from you Sam chuckled, "You realize you don't even have to say it right? It's written all over your face."

~~~~~

Robby blinked, snapped out of his thoughts, as his earbuds read out, "Incoming call from: Sam Abbot"

"Good morning Mrs. Abbot."

"Good morning Dr. Robinavitch. You on your way to work?"

"Mhmm, you've got three blocks."

She got right to the point, "If I told you Y/N was interested in seeing you again, what would you say?"

Robby scoffed, "I'd ask what you're bribing her with."

"Robby I swear to God, do you like her or not?"

"I don't know that it's that easy Sam."

"Because you're making it complicated."

"It is what I do best."

"You should have seen her face this morning when I brought you up." When that doesn't get a response out of him she continues, "I knew it! You big chicken, just admit you would like to see her again."

"I don't know Sam."

Something in his tone sobers Sam up a little bit, "Ok, I'm not bullying you,"

"You sure?" He interrupted, only half teasing.

"Shut up. Look, she liked meeting you at the house the other night and I think she really likes you. So, I won't beat you up about it, but will you at least promise me you'll think about it? You might be pleasantly surprised."

Robby was quiet for most of the next block, "Ok, I will think about it. I am thinking about it."

Sam's smile was evident in her voice, "Ok, good. I'm glad. Have a good day at work, okay."

Robby couldn't help but smile with her, "I will, I'll make sure Jack leaves on time."

~~~~

As soon as Robby got inside the the ED Dana met him at the counter, "So, haven't seen you, how'd dinner go with the VA cutie go?"

Robby glared at Jack as he gathered up his stuff. Jack just glared right back.

"Oh please," Dana scoffed, "Don't look at him, he's like trying to get gossip out of a KGB agent."

Robby throws another glance at Jack who just shrugs and slaps him on the back on his way out. When he turns back to Dana he sighs, "Ok, what did Sam tell you?"

"Nothing much, just talked to her quick the other day and she said they had you two over for dinner and that Y/N had a good time."

Suddenly, he was already exhausted and he had only just got to work, "Is there anyway for me avoid this conversation?" The look she gives him says it all. "Dinner was... fine, actually no dinner was good. She is everything Sam said she was and more."

Dana softened, "But?"

He sighs and scratches at his beard as he leans his elbows on the counter, "She's so young."

With an arched brow, "Robby, she's a grown woman, and from what I hear she's a grown woman that likes what she sees."

~~~~~

Robby heard the access door open, but he didn't turn. DIdn't need to.

"At least you're on this side of the rail this time."

Robby scoffed, "Look who's talking."

Jack nodded, "Came to tell you to go home." He stepped up to the rail and leaned his forearms over the top. "What're you doin' up here anyway?"

His colleague didn't answer right away, but Jack waited him out. "Needed some quiet, time to think about some things."

"Would one of those things happen to be a pretty, little nurse over at the VA?"

"That's your shtick brother." Robby gave him a side eye.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle, "Well that wasn't a no." He turned his head and gave Robby a look, "C'mon, tell me what's up. You got," He turned his wrist over, "Five minute before my shift starts."

"You a counselor now?" Robby scoffed.

"Four minutes, 50 seconds."

"Fuck me, you really want to talk about this?"

"Not especially, but we're gonna." He stood up and turned around to lean back against the rail, "And I really only have it in me to say this once, so listen."

Robby grumbled, but did not interrupt.

"I know the age thing is messing with you, but I think you're makin' a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. You know, Sam fell for a... a 29 year old soldier with a six pack and God complex. Now, she's married to a 46 year old doctor with fucking grey hair, frown lines, PTSD and a shitty schedule. She still loves me, and yeah shut up, God knows why sometimes. But look brother, she's the only thing that keeps me above ground on the really bad days."

After a deep breath Robby shook his head, "Still different. She wouldn't be getting any of the good years, and Jesus I feel old just thinking about it." He laughed at himself.

Jack laughed a little, at Robby as much as at himself, "I mean, you're older than me." He takes the jab because he can't help himself, "But, for what it's worth, sometimes yeah, you're goin' to feel old as fuck, but most the time the age difference thing isn't even a factor." He paused and turned back around, hands gripped the railing as he leaned into it. "Then there's sometimes man where she's goin' make you feel twenty years old again, ten feet tall and fucking bulletproof." He chuckled, "Plus, look at it this way, now you got twenty, thirty years experience to put behind it."

"Oh fuck off." Jack laughed again, "C'mon, times up, otherwise I'm goin' to bill you." He pushed back from the railing.

"Sam, she's your once in a lifetime man." Robby's voice sounded tight. "Doesn't happen every day."

Stopped two steps away Jack turned back, hands in his pockets, and nodded, "You ever think Y/N might be yours?"

~~~~~~

When Sam had texted you last week that Robby was interested in seeing you again your initial reaction had been panic. Dinner at Jack and Sam's had been fun, easy even. Then you stopped and thought about going on a real, actual date, just you and Robby.

For whatever reason, the thought scared you, like maybe you weren't quite ready for that just yet. You wanted to see him again, you knew that for sure, but you couldn't help but feel like that first night had been less of a date and more of a dinner with friends.

Sam had teased you, a little, "Not that we mind, but you are going to have to take the training wheels off at some point."

She had agreed though and that was how you found yourself in Sam's SUV on your way to lunch. Jack driving and Robby up front with him, Sam next to you currently leaned over the center console typing in the restaraunt address into the GPS screen.

"Would you please, sit your ass back down?" Jack chided his wife with a smile. "I know where we're going."

You stifled a laugh as Sam caught your gaze and rolled her eyes as she settled back into her seat and buckled her seat belt. "So bossy."

From where you sat you could see the look they gave each other in the rearview mirror. You also saw the moment, halfway through an intersection, when Jacks eyes jumped the left.

"Mother fuck..." He didn't even get out the rest of the word before the car that had blown through the stoplight slammed into the SUV.

Tires squealed and you could hear the creak and crunch of metal on metal over the ringing in your ears as the airbags deployed.

~~~~~

"Sam, baby you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine."

"Y/N, you okay?"

Everything was fuzzy, your ears still rang and this time it was Robby calling back to you, "Y/N, hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm, I'm okay."

As your vision cleared you heard a repeated pop and hiss, pop and hiss. Jack had pulled out his knife and was popping the airbags on the driver side of the SUV. You flinched when your door opened, but a warm hand grabbed your wrist and squeezed.

"Hey," Robby spoke calmly, "Cover your eyes for me." Another pop and hiss and the side curtain airbag between you and him deflated. "There we go. Hey, look at me. Anything hurt?" When you didn't answer right away he ducked his head to catch your eye, "Does anything hurt?" His eyes scanned you head to toe and he gave you a little nod when you told him nothing hurt. "Ok, good watch my finger for me. Perfect." His hands moved to take each of yours, "Squeeze for me. Good. Move your feet?" He gave a smile and a nod, "Ok, you're ok, c'mon. I got you."

"Robby!" Jacks voice carried from the other side of the SUV, "I got three over here. Driver's unresponsive!"

Robby helped you out and away from the Tahoe where it had come to rest in corner of the intersection.

"Sam, grab a kit!"

You watched Robby disappear around the SUV and you could hear Sam behind you. When you turn she had a phone pressed to her ear as she opened the back hatch.

"Intersection of South Highland and Liberty. MVC in the southound lane, three vehicles involved." She drug a backpack out of the back, "We are going to need EMS, yes ma'am. Yes ma'am. Expect multiple injuries. My name is Samantha Abbot. Yes ma'am."

Head still fuzzy you watched as she jogged towards the car that had hit you, the whole front end completely mangled. After a second your instinct kicked in and you followed after her.

Jack didn't even look over his shoulder as Sam came up behind him, "Driver is unresponsive to pain, pupils are pinned. Grab me the narcan."

You took Sam's lead and went to Robby to see what you could do to help. He looked up at you briefly, "Check her in the back. If shes's ok get her over to the sidewalk. Then come back, grab me one of the kits out of the Tahoe on your way. Should be a backpack, probably camo or black."

Grateful for the direction you did as he said and came back with a black backpack moments later. "Got it."

"Ok perfect." He glanced at the bag, "That big front pocket should be some 4x4 gauze, grab me that and then can you hold C-spine for me?"

You crawled in the backseat and supported the passengers head and neck from behind.

"Jack, you got a collar?" Robby called out across the car. "Looks like the passenger went head versus windshield."

Sam came jogging back, "Other car is fine, minor lacs and bag burn, a little spooked. I can hear EMS. What you need?"

"Grab the collar out of the pelican case, give it to Robby." Jack caught the driver by the shoulders as he sat bolt up right with a gasp. "Welcome back. What did you take?" When he got no answer he made a fist and rubbed it over his sternum, "Focus buddy. You were in a car accident, do you remember what happened? Can you tell me what you took?"

The cops get there first and apparently one of them recognized Jack and Robby, "Don't you guys ever take a day off?"

Robby scoffed, "This was supposed to be my day off."

"Just can't help it." Jack laughed as EMTs arrived and made their way over, "Overdose here, came around with three of narcan, this is the driver. Robby has the worst, looks like he's banged up pretty good, no seat belt. Backseat passenger, and passengers in the third car they're all minor lacs, contusions, abrasians."

"What about the Tahoe?" Jack grimmaced, "That's us, we're all good, just clipped the front quarter panel when they ran the light."

A cop looked around, "RP?"

Jack pointed to Sam, "My wife, Samantha, called it in on my phone."

"Looks like you need checked out too man." The cop pointed at a gash on Jacks arm from the broken glass, but he just waved it off.

Another set of EMTs ushered you out of the backseat so they could get to the passenger. One of them taking over holding traction and you moved to the side. Out of the way. You couldn't help but think, through the pounding headache, that this was not how this afternoon was supposed to go.

~~~~~

After you had talked to one of the cops, told them the little bit you could, you headed back towards the Tahoe to grab your purse. The cops said the vehicles would all be towed.

When you get back to the SUV you find Sam and Jack at the back, the hatch open and Jack sitting in the back. His left foot is braced on the bumper, his arm rested over his knee while his wife sutured the small gash on his forearm.

"Good, make sure to finish it with a..."

Sam froze and her eyes snapped up to Jacks with a scowl.

"Habit, sorry, just habit." He gave her a smile and his right thumb stroked over her hip where he had his right hand resting while she worked on him.

When an EMT comes back with Robby he took one look at the couple and groaned, "Dude, seriously?"

Jack glanced up at the kid in uniform, "Go get the form."

"SIr, that needs seen by a doctor."

You caught Robby's chuckle from where he sood just behind you.

"I am a doctor," Jack kept his tone flat, "I've seen it. She'll do a better job than wherever you would take me anyway. Go get the form."

Brow furrowed you turn to Robby, "He's really not going to go to the hospital?"

He gave you a little grin, "Have you ever seen and ER doctor actually go to the hospital?" He laughs, "If he can't do it himself, she does it. Nothing new."

Not that you doubt your boss, she's a bad ass nurse, but, "She's not a doctor, what if it was something serious that she's never done before?"

"He talks her through it." He gives you a wink that makes you forget about the accident for a second. "I'm still not convicned she hasn't removed his appendix just to see if she could." He lightened the mood a little bit and then his eyes softened as they settled on your face. "How's your head feel now?"

Robby reached up and brushed a thumb around the edge of the abrasion on your forehead. The burn from the side curtain airbags. Your eyes closed of their own accord at his gentle touch, "Hurts."

His thumb moved low to trace under the apple of your cheek where the skin was also raw and tender, "Adrenaline is starting to wear off."

Jack spoke up, his eyes trained on the knot his wife tied in his suture. "Take her home. We'll have to wait for the wrecker."

Robby gave you a nod and a soft smile, "Let's grab your stuff."

~~~~~

Later, while they're watching the wrecker drag her Tahoe with it's mangled front end onto the flatbed, Jack wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders and gave her a squeeze, "Sorry about your car baby." He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

Sam sighed deep, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Just glad it wasn't worse." She turned to look him up and down, "Sure you're ok?" Focusing on the tiny laceration on his temple she'd glued, the dressing on his forearm and the way his bad shoulder dipped just a little lower than the other.

"I'm fine." He looked her in the eye and gave her a nod, "Glad it was me not you."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't do that." Sam smiled carefully, and then chuckled a bit. "Here," She held up the dog tags she'd pulled off the rearview mirror, "Want these? Old times sake?"

Jack cracked a smile and took his old dog tags from her, a reminder from a lifetime ago. "I've got a set already." He gave her a wink as he bounced the tags and chain in his palm a couple times, thinking fondly about the old set of hers always hanging in his truck. "Here." He smiled wider as he slipped the chain around her neck, moved her hair out of the way and then tugged on the collar of her shirt so he could drop the tags inside.

Sam's eyes never left his and she smirked, "You think you're cute don't you?"

He pursed his lips with a shrug, "Married me didn't you?"

She let him kiss her on the forehead as she hummed skeptically.

"C'mon," He whispered against her brow and gave her one more kiss, "We'll go get somethin' to eat, guess we'll Uber to the house then we can take the truck to go pick up all our shit."

She ducked out from under his arm and gave him a look, "I'm sorry, we can go get something to eat?"

"Yeah," He gave her a blank look, playing at not understanding why she questioned it, "I'm fucking starving."

"You're hungry? You sent Robby and Y/N home." When he continued to stare she elaborated, "To presumably take it easy, because they were just in a car accident, but we're going to just go to lunch?"

Jack shrugged, "Eh, let Robby take her home, play a little doctor. Do 'em both some good."

Sam's eyes went wide, "Oh my God! You give me shit, but you do want them to get together!" She gave him a calculated shove and shook her head at him.

He kept up the straight face and tugged her back to him, "Not what I said."

~~~~~~

Robby was in your apartment.

You weren't sure what possessed you, where you had found the guts to invite him inside, but the way he had been looking at you made you think that maybe he had wanted you to.

As soon as he was across the threshold of your tiny apartment he pointed to your loveseat, "Go sit down." You did as he said and watched as he washed his hands in your sink and then ran a handful of paper towels under cold water. "Okay if I clean this up a little bit?" He asked as he gently pressed the damp towels to your brow and cheek.

Even though the towels were cool you felt your whole body flush when he touched you. Just barely touches you, as he guides your hand up to hold them in place. "Robby, you don't have to, really."

"Michael, and that's not what I asked." He gave you an easy little grin, trying to pry the cooperation out of you. When you finally give him the nod he had been waiting for that smile gets a fraction bigger. "It's not too bad. Where's your first aid kit? I'll clean it up and put a little dressing on to help it heal faster."

Next thing you knew Michael was sitting on the ottoman in front of you cleaning up and dressing the area where the airbags had irritated your skin. You didn't know what kind of doctor he was on shift, but the way he carefully held you steady with one hand and treated the burns with the other, his touch confident yet gentle, those deep brown eyes focused on the task, you could certainly imagine.

Occasionally though those eyes would flick to yours, and the way he sat with his legs bracketing yours you were close enough to see there was something hiding in those eyes. Just as much as there was something hiding in his careful touch.

You didn't mean to whisper when you spoke up, but you couldn't risk disturbing the moment. "Sorry this afternoon didn't quite turn out the way I had hoped."

He gave you a little smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, "You weren't the one that ODed and ran the red light."

"I know," You watched his hands as he packed up your first aid kit. "But still, I was looking forward to it."

The way he looked at you looked like that might have surprised him. That you had been looking forward to seeing him. The look passed quickly, like he had hidden it away, and then he looked at his watch. "Could still do a late lunch. If you feel up to it."

~~~~~~

Michael had offered to take you out to eat, to make up for the date that you had missed out on, but you had panicked. You didn't like the idea of him leaving your apartment now that you'd seen him move through it. As silly as it sounded, you worried that you wouldn't get him back again if you let him leave now. "Would you be okay if we order something and just ate here?"

For a brief moment he hesitated and appeared to have an array of emotions spin through him before he settled on a nod, "What sounds good?" He had already pulled up the DoorDash app on his phone.

You agree on something and he orders it. The restaraunt is close by so it shouldn't be long. You glance around your tiny, effeciency apartment. Coursework is scattered all over you kitchen table and you suddenly realize your mistake.

Behind you Robby must see you hesitate, "If I had to guess I'd say that table doesn't get used to eat much?"

"Basically never." You admit, embarrassed.

His gaze shifts over the menagarie of books and pens, markers, reports and studies littered with multi-colored sticky notes. He smiles, "Going for your Masters right?"

"Yeah. A decision I regret almost daily." You laughed at your own self-inflicted torture and than catch the look he gives you. A clear invitation to explain yourself. "I was never good at the whole school thing. I'm smart don't get me wrong, but the classes, the lectures, homework, I've always hated it."

"So, why are you doing it?"

"I want to teach, and no the irony is not lost on me."

"Really?"

"That hard to believe?"

"No." He shakes his head, not backpedaling or second guessing his answer just a simple no. "Wouldn't think someone so young would be going that route is all."

This was not a new sentiment. "I love being a nurse, always have, and it's always been what I wanted to do."

"But..." He tilted his head to one side and waited patiently.

You chewed on your lip and thought for a moment, "Take today for example. Sam is an amazing nurse and I've learned so much from her already, but I always get the feeling that she craves the chaos of it. That's why shes where she is. You can watch her work and she thrives in situations like that. Running an ER is exactly where she belongs. Me, I can do the work and yes I do love it, but I've never had that level of desire for it. I don't need it like she does. I've always been more drawn to... cultivating the love for this in others." You pause not meaning to ramble, "I fumbled a little today, until I saw you and Jack and her dive in headfirst and, like right now, I just think that I'm meant more to help others build that foundation, that confidence and competency to go out there and find where they belong in all this. I might not ever be the nurse that can take charge and own the floor when everything is falling apart, but I love the idea that I could help send hundreds or maybe even thousands of nurses into the system that could."

Robby, Michael, just stares at you for a long time.

Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears, "Sorry, I kind of just word vomited all over you." You laugh to try and dispel the awkwardness.

He just shakes his head, "Don't apologize. I think that's incredible." The look he gives you feels like it could stop your heart. Or maybe shock it back into rythym.

A knock at the door ends it there, for now.

"Foods here."

~~~~~

He moves to answer your door like he's done it a dozen times before. Maybe it's just because you haven't moved a muscle from where you were standing when you heard the word 'incredible'. "So, If you don't eat at the table?" He waits patiently for you to answer.

You fidget a little before youdo "This is so embarrassing, but honestly, I usually just eat over the sink, or sometimes i'll sit on the floor and use the ottoman for a table."

The thought hits him without warning, 'I'm too old for this', but then he takes that extra beat to really think about it. He thought about what Jack had said, that sometimes she might make him feel old as fuck, but sometimes...

So, he takes the takeout into your tiny living room and set's it on the oversized footstool.

You give him a little look as he settles down on the floor next to you and leans back against the front of the loveseat. "Do you want me to grab the Icy Hot now or wait until you try to get up?"

Robby laughs, he couldn't help himself, because yes he feels old as fuck, but he likes that you can poke at him, push him, say things that make his cheeks heat up. A part of him can't help but think about what he would do if this was real, if this wasn't just an attempt to salvage a sort of first date that went off the rails. If you were his.

Because if you were his and you'd teased him like that he would want to forget about the takeout and make sure you were both a little sore when you got up off the floor.

~~~~~

After you eat you have to force yourself to tell him you have school work, because you would sit on the floor with him the rest of the night if you could. What Sam had said about shitty pizza and picnic tables flashed through your mind and you smiled.

At the door you ask, "Would you be willing to try lunch again sometime, or dinner? With real furniture."

Michael gives you that crinkly eyed smile and shoves his hands in his pockets, "I'm not opposed to the floor, but I might make you pay for the chiropractor next time."

Your heart was a jackhammer in your chest when he reached up to ghost a finger over the dressing he'd put over the abrasions on your cheek and face.

"Do something for me?" He words are soft, not teasing anymore.

Anything. You have to choke the word down with a nod.

His touch lingers, "Come by tomorrow, so I can see you. Take a look at this." He traced the edge of a bandage, "My shift starts at seven."

~~~~~~

You had never been so nervous to walk into a hospital before in your life as you were when you entered the PTMC Emergency department like Michael had requested. You join the line to wait, but one of the registrars makes eye contact with you and waves you up.

You apologize to everyone that you passed in the line and gave her your name at the window, "I'm supposed to see Dr. Robinavitch." She smiled, "Yes, yes, he told me to keep an eye out for you. All the way to your right, I'll buzz you in."

You nearly run into Jack as you step through the fire doors into the ED. You flinch a little, startled, but you don't think Jack Abbot has been startled by anything in his life.

He does look a little curious though. "Hey, long time no see." He had a long sleeve shirt on under his scrub top, you assumed to cover the bandage and the cut on his arm. The small cut at his temple has a bruise around it now. "What're you doing here? Everything okay?" He ducked his head to look at you, clearly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, fine. Just following doctors orders." You pointed to where Michael stood by the main nurses station.

Jacks eyebrows jump as he nods and adjusts his backpack, then he meets Robby's gaze across the way. They exchange a look you can't read and then Jack turned back to you. "Ok then. Take it easy ok? I'll see you around."

You don't see the smirk on his face as he continued to the door, but Robby does.

You also don't see him immediately pull his phone out of his pocket as he pushes through the door with his shoulder, but Robby does.

"Good morning." You try for bright and cheery and not sick to your stomach with nerves.

Michael smiles, skips over the pleasantries, "How are you feeling?" He reached for your temple while his eyes asked if it was ok.

You nodded, "Little headache this morning, nothing bad. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine." He carefully pulls back the tape holding the dressing down and does a quick exam. "This looks ok. Want me to dress it again?"

Selfishly you nodded, "If you don't mind. Since you made me drive all the way down here."

He gave you a look as he guided you back behind the nurses station and into one of the chairs. "Wait right here, I'll be back."

Just as soft and competent as before he cleaned and treated the burns from the airbag, this time only putting a dressing over the one on your forehead.

He had just finished up when a nurse in grey scrubs came around the corner, "We run out of rooms and hallways already?"

Michael chuckled, "Just a quick check up. Dana this is Y/N, Y/N this is Dana."

Dana's smile doubles as she looks from you to him and then back. "Oh my God, yes! It's so good to meet you." She pulled you into a hug you were not expecting, "Sammy's told me all about you."

You try not to flush, but you can see Michael's cheeks go just a little pink so you know at least you're not alone.

~~~~~

You were barely out the door when Robby's phone goes off and he gets a text from Sam.

'Doctors orders huh? Winky face, winky face. What's you next weekend off? I'll see if I can get you two a Saturday night for your next follow up.'

Robby drops his head and groans as he spins his phone around and around in his fingers.

Dana pops up next to him again, "What's that face for?"

He looks her in the eye, "One of these days, I'm going to push Jack off the roof."

~~~~~

By the time you left Robby's department you were all fixed up again, had his number in your phone and felt like your head was about to spin right off. When your phone vibrated, still in your hand, you nearly dropped it.

A text from Michael Robinavitch, 'If you're free Saturday after next, how would you feel about dinner? Real restaraunt, real furniture."

Your heart raced as you checked your email, silently praying Sam had sent out the schedule for next month, and there it was, a free Saturday night. Nearly shaking you texted him back, 'What if I liked sitting on the floor with you?' You bit your lip and waited.

"Compromise for the couch after dinner?'

~~~~

Chapter Three - Coming Soon!

[readerstories]

When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 6/?

Some light word-building, and a try at explaining a little with reader's thinking/worldview. And of course, a soulmate :3 Next chapter in about a week(+/- a day)! (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn

Wordcount: 2578

Summary: You’ve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly don’t expect to have another.

It’s been a week since you saw either of them. 

Your soulmates. 

It would be an understatement to say you don’t like them being that, you could come up with something else to call them something you suppose. But calling them their names all the time is more of a mouthful, and though you gave them nicknames before you learned their names, giving them new ones seems worse than just calling them what they are. (Even as much as you hate it.)

The ache in your shoulders and upper back has settled to a near permanent thing now, only fleeting relief for the for the briefest of moments if you massage the area. 

You know why it doesn’t fade, but you don’t want to admit that to anyone, especially not Evelyn when you visit her for a check up, this time at home in her and Olivia’s apartment.

You wonder how many other people have to bring brownies to their doctor appointments as you ring Evelyn’s and Olivia’s doorbell outside the building. To be fair, not everyone else’s doctor works as a veterinarian and has a wife that would kill you if you didn’t bring them (not really, but sometimes you think Olivia is certainly capable of doing so). 

Said wife is the one who buzzes you in, and greets you in the hallway just outside their front door with an enthusiastic yell of your name, and a hug that makes you let out a small grunt of pain that you try to hide in favor of hugging her back with the arm not currently holding onto the strap of your backpack.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re a wounded man, come in, come in, Evelyn is just setting up.” Her beautiful dark and curled hair bounces as she heads to the kitchen, and you follow her after making sure the front door is closed behind you.

The kitchen table is covered in towels, towels you know are specifically for this purpose, since none of them are the cute patterns Olivia loves. You also know that underneath there’s cling wrap covering the table, for cleanliness and just in case. It hadn’t been often you had been on this kitchen table instead of the clinic table, but the procedure Evelyn has around it isn’t unknown to you. A lot more organized than what Wade’s and Logan’s had been. 

You banish the thought of them from your mind as you put your backpack down, dipping your hand inside to fish out the box of carefully wrapped brownies out, and present them to Olivia. She gasps at you, almost yanking the box out of your hand with how fast she takes it.

“Sometimes I swear it’s like you are my second soulmate.” Your stomach swoops at her words, and you make a face. She knows and disagrees with your view on soulmates, so you know it’s a friendly jab, and normally you wouldn’t have cared, but this time it hits something you don’t like.

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes at her, focusing on Evelyn instead as Olivia goes to put her treasure away. “Ready for me doc?” Seems to be the perfect time to ask that question as Evelyn puts gloves on and pats the table. 

“Up you go.” You do as asked, hoisting yourself up. You take your shirt off, balling it up, putting it under your head as you lay down, getting comfortable. “Feeling fine?” Evelyn starts to peel your bandages off, slowly and carefully.

“Yeah. They seem to be doing fine, in my non-medical opinion.” She hums, and you know she’s taking your words into consideration, but it won’t really matter much before she has had a look herself. You let your eyes stay open, watching the ceiling as you hear Olivia putter around the kitchen, and feel Evelyn poke around your wounds.

Nasty couple of things. Well, they had been. You have been surprised nothing had gotten infected, you had no idea how well Wade took care of his swords, how nasty or not they were. But well, to be fair to him, if you had gotten an infection, your makeshift bandages would have been just as likely a culprit.

“Looks like you won’t die anytime soon, but they’ll still leave some nasty scars behind.” Evelyn offers, seeming to be done with her inspection of you, as she changes gloves, and starts applying new bandages. You shrug, you figured it would. Nothing cuts that deep without leaving behind a mark.

Well, unless you are a super healing mutant. Even after you had tried multiple times. Both with a katana and a gun.

Should you even feel bad for hurting your soulmates like that when it was done when in panic but with the knowledge it would heal? And you got more permanently hurt?

And to be fair, Wade had knocked you out before you ever hurt them after realizing they were your soulmates, so it wasn’t like you hadn’t been hurt, but you shot them both. Caused them more pain.

So maybe you are all a little beyond messed up. 

Made for each other, like that soulmate shit implies.

You shake your head at that thought, dispelling it into the ether, which gets you a weird look from Evelyn as she finishes with your bandage.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I just haven’t been sleeping right.”

“Chest pain?” Her hands hover near your chest, but move away as you shake your head.

“No, shoulder and upper back, think I’ve accidentally pulled something.” She frowns.

“I thought I told you to not work out or put unnecessary strain on your body as you heal.” You know what it’s from, and it’s definitely not that.

“I haven’t been working out or lifting anything heavy, I promise. I’m just an old man.” You joke, she rolls your eyes at you as you sit up, taking the glass of water Olivia offers you.

“Let me know if it keeps up, and I’ll see if I can’t figure out what it is, and get you something for it.” She can’t know and won’t be able to get you anything, but still you nod.

“Am I allowed to put my shirt back on Doc, or do you just want to ogle me some more?” You joke, this earns you a slap on the shoulder by a now gloveless hand just after Olivia hands you a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Thought you were making pasta?” You get off the table and take a bite out of your cookie as Olivia smiles at you, and Evelyn starts cleaning up.

“I am, but good patients get rewards.” 

“What am I, five?” You joke, Olivia reaches out as if to take the cookie out of your hand, you take a step back. “I prefer your cookies over any stupid little toy.” Olivia’s smile is bright, and if you weren’t gay and she didn’t have a soulmate, she could have been your type. She turns around, planting a kiss on Evenlyn’s cheek as she passes her on her way to grab ingredients for the dinner she is going to make for you all.

You lean on the kitchen counter and munch on your cookie, mindful to stay in the background and out of the way for them both as they move around each other with ease. Evelyn cleaning up medical supplies and the makeshift sickbed, Olivia starting to cook dinner.

You don’t want to bring up your soulmates with either of them, since you know their stance on it all is opposite of yours, since they are themselves soulmates. You’ve had plenty of arguments about this both drunk and mostly sober. You think soulmates make one vulnerable and just bring misery in the end, they think it brings strength and that you should enjoy what good you can have in life.

So you know they would just tell you to go to your soulmates, and be with them. 

For the rest of your life. 

Ugh.

You’re fine on (mostly) your own, thanks.

—---

This time, when the universe decides it’s time for some light fuckery, it’s Logan. On his own. And it’s not while you are working. 

Not that it makes it any better.

You are taking it slow, the bar you find yourself in isn’t the fanciest thing, which suits you perfectly. The tables are mostly clean and the floor has seen better days, but they have several types of beer on tap and in bottles, a pool table, and even two shuffleboards. All in all, very casual, somewhere you could sit alone, or join a random group playing one of the games. If money sometimes exchanged hands, both between players and spectators, nobody gave a shit.

You had been a few times before, always enjoying yourself. You’re not even drinking this time, sticking to soda as much as you want to have a proper drink. You had just needed to get out of your apartment, and though you long to feel the burn of alcohol pass over your lips, you know it won’t heal any faster, so if you can just keep from drinking for a little longer, you can get back to the normal state of things quicker.

Well, as normal as they can get after the universe decided to change the core of your life. You were not one for company, at least not permanently.

Currently you are sitting at a table, watching two long bearded and bald men play pool, making snide comments back and forth. You had made a bet on the man with the scarred ear, but he is losing, pretty badly.

Oh well, 20 bucks isn’t the end of the world.

What kind of feels like it though, is when you spot Logan walking into the bar. He’s wearing normal clothes this time, just some jeans, boots, and a green flannel. He glances around the bar, you duck your head in the hope that he doesn’t see you.

You don’t hope for long though, as a very full glass of what looks like whiskey is sat down next to your soda, and the chair on the other side of the table becomes occupied.

“Logan.” Your uttering of his name in greeting is icy, your name falling from his lips are decidedly less so.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, feeling your shoulders ease up. Which annoys you so much, he’s just arrived, and he’s already making you feel better. You want to go, to leave, even as your loosening muscles reminds you that staying for a little bit will stave off side effects of your unfortunately shared bond. 

“Drinking.” He grunts, taking a sip of his glass. You roll your eyes and look at him for a few moments, head swirling with thoughts. You settle on one, just to have something to say as you stall and try to figure out how much time you need to feel more than just a little less shitty, though you can’t help but be actually curious as you ask.

“Can you even get drunk with your healing shit?” Logan frowns, and you wonder if that’s his default. You don’t ask about that though.

“With some effort.”

“Why the fuck even be in a bar then?” Your tone is still not kind, even as you  feel your shoulders ache just a little bit less, like you had just massaged over a good spot. He shrugs.

“Company, I guess.” It’s your turn to frown.

“I have no interest in being company. Get away from me Logan, or I will make you go away.” You know you should stay close longer so you can also stay away longer, but you are still stubborn, not wanting the fuckery that is soulmates. 

At least if you just stay in the same room, it should help, you think. 

You hope. No need to stay close in the slightest. 

He takes you in, quickly glancing at you from top to toe.

“I -“ You don’t let him speak.

“What did I just say Logan?” He scowls at you, you glare back at him, but let him speak when he opens his mouth this time.

“I don’t like it.” Logan reluctantly admits as the scowl stays on his face. “This being the way we are going about things.” He clarifies.

“Though shit.” He tilts his head at you, scowl turning into more of a squint.

“Are you always this combative?” You feel like a street dog on high alert, barking in warning. 

“Fuck off.” 

“Look-” And when barks don’t work……

“You had your warning.” You say as you grab your knife from your left leg. You stab it into his hand, aiming for the skin between where the claws go through his hand, hitting the jackpot as red seeps around the knife and the tip of it burrows into the table. Seconds later there is warm and sharp metal pushing your chin up. You grin and waggle a finger at him.

“Nah ah, mortal, remember?” You twist the knife around once for good measure, making him grunt in pain, and then pull it out of his hand. You already know you are banned from this bar for life, but you don’t care. His claws retract, this time you realize it actually makes a sound. Huh.

“So you are always this combative.” Logan grits out between his clenched teeth, as his hand heals itself, leaving behind nothing but the blood that spilled out where you stabbed him.

“Fellas, time to go.” A bouncer suddenly stands in front of your table now, a t-shirt with security over his chest in big white letters. He’s huge, towering over both you and Logan, arms ready at his sides, eyes flicking between the two of you. You see Logan seize him up, and for a moment you wonder if he is going to fight the man, but his eyes go to you as you get off your chair.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You put your knife away. “Again, fuck off Logan.” You show him the finger as you walk out. He’s just steps behind you, clearly no longer welcome in the bar either, but he keeps his distance as you both go out of the door. 

You have no idea where he's going, and you have no plans now, so you start walking in the direction of home.

After gaining some distance, you look over your shoulder. You don’t want to be followed. Logan is standing just outside of the bar, looking at your retreating back, but he takes a step forward as your eyes connect with his. You show him the finger again as you disappear around a corner.

You rub your forehead as you are out of sight, annoyance cursing through you. You think some of it might be his.

Fuck, you wish you could get drunk right now. Well, you could, but it wouldn’t be good for your healing. And you have no idea how bad or good your control over your bonds are when you’re drunk.

Just another thing for future you to figure out, you guess.

(Part 7)

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Could you do a will halstead x reader where they’re engaged and she’s a detective in intelligence, she’s been having stomach pains for about a week but put it down to cramps or stress whenever someone asked especially when Will asked but then at work she collapses and when they take her to med they find out the pain was appendicitis and Will’s like why didn’t you say something before

Didn’t Want You to Worry

@annieradcliff

“Y/n, are you sure you're okay in there?” My fiancé Will asked on the other side of the door. We had both gotten dressed and ready for work, me as an intelligence detective and he an ED doc. Unfortunately I felt harsh pain hit me so I went and sat down in the bathroom waiting until they went away.

I assumed it had to be cramps or something like that. Except I didn't think my period was supposed to come for another two weeks. “I'll be fine, Will. It's just some cramps is all. If you need to go to work that's fine.”

“Okay. You know I can stay home if you want to and take care of you if you're not feeling good.” He explained through the other side of the door.

Pushing myself up off the ground I felt them disappear allowing me to open the door and give him a half smile. “Seriously it's nothing. My period is probably coming earlier or it's just stress from the long case we've been working on.”

“Okay just call me if it's gets any worse.” He leans forward planting a kiss on my forehead before he left our apartment.

Making my way to work I was simply sitting down at my desk moving through fingers files on the computer till another wave of pain shot through my body. “Ah! Son of a bitch.” I winced gripping the wood of my desk underneath my fingernails.

Voiets office door opened and Will's brother Jay came out coming over to talk to me. “It's crazy to think you're going to be Mt sister in law in a few more weeks. Hey are you alright?”

“Just some pain stomach pain today - are you bringing Hayley to the wedding?”

Jay sat down on the edge of my desk scanning his eyes over me. “Do you want me to get you some advil?”

“No, I can get it myself. I have some in my locker. I'll be right back.” Standing up from my desk chair I had managed to walk into the hallway before my eyes grew heavier and my body fell forward where I collapsed into the nearest door.

I could hear Jay holler my name, coming around the corner to see what had happened. “Y/n! Oh geez. Voiet call an ambulance.”

“Jay - I'm - okay.” I croaked out barely able to keep my eyes open.

He brushed hair out of my face seeing I was struggling to stay awake. “Just hang on, Y/n. We're gonna get you to Med.” After that I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was waking up in the ED, laying on one of their hospital beds.

I began looking around the room noticing that there was an iv in my left hand and the screens were popping up with all different kinds of numbers clearly reading my vitals. “Where is she. Where is she, Msggie!” I recognized Will’s voice coming down the hallway.

“She’s in here.” Maggie drew open the curtain to my room.

Will bolted inside the room rushing to my bedside. “Y/n! Oh my god I knew something was wrong this morning. Why were you trying to act like it wasn’t?” His eyes scanning over mine almost a mile a minute.

I shake my head wishing he wouldn’t worry. “Will, I just got light headed. I'm probably dehydrated. Just give me some liquids and I'll be on my way.”

“Y/n, Jay told me you collapsed st work. That isn’t something minor.” Will spat me with worry in his voice.

I huffed crossing my arms over my chest seeing the curtain move again and Dr. Manning enter the room with an iPad in her hands. “Hi Y/n, how are you feeling?”

“I'd feel a lot better it I was out of - he-ah!” I gasped holding my stomach trying to curl myself into a ball on the bed.

Will rubbed my lower back keeping his other hand on my shoulder eyeing his friend. “Nat, what's wrong with her?”

“I wish I could say it was something minor but it’s not. You are actually going to need surgery. You have something wrong with your appendix. That’s why you’ve been feeling so much pain for the past couple of weeks.”

Will sent her a look asking. “Can you give us a minute, Nat. Y/n, why didn’t you tell me sooner and just have been lying about it.”

“I didn’t want to worry you. You already have enough on your plate with getting the wedding venu and everything else. I didn’t want to add onto the stress when I really believed it was my period cramps or stress myself, at least until this morning.”

Will closed the gap between us, cupping my face in his hands kissing me deeply. “I’m gonna be your husband, babe. You don’t have to keep things from me. I’m always going to be here for you.”

“Thank you, Will. I - I really appreciate you saying that to me,” I sniffed through happy tears relieved that he would be for me no matter what came our way. Our jobs in day to day life was hard enough, but we’d get through everything together. “I love you, Will Halstead.”

He smiled down at me, kissing my forehead sweetly. “I love you too, soon to be Mrs. Halstead.” I must have gotten pretty lucky to end up calling him my husband for the rest of my life.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Tiny Match-maker:A Change Of Plans

Bucky Barnes x Single!mom!Reader Fluff

You had been looking forward to your date with Bucky all week, but when something goes wrong, it forces you to have to make a change of plans, fortunately for you, Bucky is all too ready to go with the flow.

This has been sitting in a google doc just gathering dust for a hot minute, and it's only recently that I've dived back into it to finish it! But yeah, here's just a little bit of cutesy-fluff

If you wanna read the rest of the series, you can do so here

Word Count2,113

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You put your phone down with a defeated sigh. You had been looking forward to going on this date with Bucky all week, but now Amanda had called you last minute saying that her son had picked up a stomach bug from somewhere and she wouldn’t be able to look after Lottie for you whilst you were gone.

So now, not only were you going to have to gently let down your daughter and tell her that she wouldn’t be hanging out with her best friend today, you’d also have to call Bucky to tell him that you wouldn’t be able to go on the date with him tonight.

Turning to your daughter who had been happily watching cartoons in the living room, you put your softest smile when you go to break the bad news to her.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” you say, getting her attention. “I just got off the phone with Mason’s mom, and she told me that he’s not feeling too well right now, so you won’t be able to go over to play with him today.” you tell her, letting her down gently because you knew that she didn’t like any kind of upset to her plans or routine.

“Oh, okay.” she says softly, a slight look of disappointment casts across her tiny features as her bottom lip pouts outwards. “Can I visit him next week though?”

“Yeah, we’ll see Pumpkin.” you smile at her as she goes back to watching the tv.

Walking out of your daughter's ear-shot you go to pick up your phone to call Bucky, but as you’re just about to dial his number there’s a knock at your door.

As you peer through your door’s peep-hole you see Bucky waiting in the hallway holding a big bunch of bright red roses.

You open the door and see him standing there. He’s dressed nicely in a close-fitting t-shirt, leather jacket and a pair of jeans that stretch across his strong thighs so deliciously. Suddenly you realise your state of dress, and you feel bad about how woefully underdressed you feel in your most comfortable pair of leggings and oversized t-shirt.

However, if Bucky had any reservations about your level of under-dress he didn’t show it, he just happily stands in your doorway with an easy smile and a look of complete adoration on his face.

“These are for you.” Bucky smiles, handing you the bouquet of flowers and placing a soft kiss to the apple of your cheek. “I know I’m a little early, but I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

His enthusiasm for your date shatters your heart when you know you’re going to have to shatter his excitement.

“Yeah, about that..” you sigh, flicking your eyes over your shoulder into the living room where Lottie has made herself comfortable on the couch with her favourite fuzzy pink blanket and an episode of spongebob. “I’m so sorry but I don't think I can go out today.”

His smile falters slightly upon hearing your news, sighing out a sad ‘Oh.’

“It’s just that Mandy was supposed to watch her for me, but she just called me to tell me her boy’s not well and she won’t be able to look after Lottie today.” you explain.

“Well there’s no reason why we can’t change our plans to include Lottie.” Bucky says with a soft raise of his eyebrows. “I know you said about setting boundaries, and not wanting to mix your dating life with your home life until you were absolutely sure it was going to for real, but I’m not going anywhere, and I’d like to be in your life for a long time, if you’d let me.”

And it was true, Lottie’s dad decided to up and leave without so much as a goodbye as he ghosted out of your lives, and whilst you we’re thankful on Lottie’s behalf that she never met her father, it left you very wary of forming new relationships with guys, for fear of having your heart-broken once more when he decides that the baggage of being with someone who already has a child is too much for them.

“Might I remind you, that your little girl is the very reason that we met in the first place.” he says with a cheeky smile, trying his very best to win you over.

Which he does, because no matter how much you try to deny it, it is becoming increasingly difficult to say no to those sparkling silver-blue eyes. Then as you open the door to let him into your apartment Lottie immediately rushes into your side, her tiny frame clinging to your leg eager to see what was going on.

Her face lights up when she sees Bucky, she became obsessed with him after he did the presentation at her school, and everytime you took her to the museum she would run right over the Captain America exhibit, where she would pour over every scrap of information on Sergeant Barnes and the Howling Commandos.

“Mr. Sergeant Bucky!! What are you doing in my house?” Ever unashamedly blunt, your little girl asks, directing her question to him.

“I came to visit you and your mom, I hope that's okay with you?” Bucky replies softly, bending down slightly to meet Lottie's level.

She nods enthusiastically, with a pinkish blush warming across her cheeks. She’s dressed in her flouncy and glittery princess rapunzel dress, with a plastic sliver tiara haphazardly wedged into her messy hair.

“Mommy, can we have a princess tea party today?” she asks sweetly, using her best pleading eyes and fluttering eyelashes, her day of watching endless cartoons now long forgotten about.

“Sure, only if Bucky doesn't mind joining us for tea?” You say directing your question towards him.

“Will you join us for tea? Please Mr.Sergeant Bucky! Please, please pretty please!” Lottie pleads, using her big doe eyes to her full advantage, tugging lightly on his jacket’s sleeve.

“Well after an invitation like that, how could I possibly decline?” Bucky says dramatically, letting Lottie tug him into the apartment.

The scene in front of you shouldn’t have been as funny as it was, as you swerved into your living room with a plate of cookies for Lottie to share with Bucky at her princess tea party. All six feet of Bucky was crouched down on the floor, his long legs tucked underneath him as he clinked a little plastic pink teacup full of apple juice in a cheer with your daughter.

Bucky had also fallen victim to your little girl’s dress-up box, as he too now was wearing one of her small, sparkling silver tiaras. The accessory was delicately perched in his long chocolate tresses, which had been clipped up with blue and purple butterfly clips.

It absolutely warmed your heart to see how sweet Bucky was with your daughter, taking the time to listen to her, and treat her with such gentle kindness.

“You’re so right Princess Charlotte..” Bucky said, taking a sip from his teacup, his finger poised out as held on to the handle. “..The kingdom would be in such a terrible state had you not chased away all those terribly menacing fire-breathing dragons. The devastation would have been unimaginable.” he says, fully immersed in the fantasy world of make believe that Lottie had constructed.

“Sounds like you two are having a very important discussion over there.” you smile, placing the plate of cookies down between them, making sure to snatch one up for yourself at the same time.

“We are! I was telling Bucky about how the dragons tried to take over the palace, but I stopped them!” Lottie smiled brightly, chocolate chip crumbs tumbling down on her princess dress as she munched happily on her cookie.

“..And everyone knows that you can’t have dragons take over your palace, that’s just like a huge no-no in the being a princess handbook.” Bucky adds on, confirming your daughter’s words with a firm nod.

After finishing her princess tea party, Lottie decided that it was time for an extravagant ball. So, you queued up a few of her favourite Disney princess songs on your phone and began to play them so she could dance around freely. She twirled around, her dress fanning out around her as she did.

The dreamy sounds of Aurora's voice came filtering out through your phone’s speaker, Once Upon A Dream, and Bucky was all too quick to bend down to your daughter’s level and hold his hand out to her.

“Your highness, if I may have this dance..” he smiles, the perfect image of a suave, and charming disney prince.

Lottie giggles and accepts his hand and twirls around with Bucky whilst the music plays. Her little feet standing on top of his whilst he waltzes around with her.

The sight before you tugs at your heart strings. The one man who you dared to take a chance on, the man who you let into your little corner of life was here in your living room, dancing and laughing with your daughter like she was his own.

You always felt bad for Lottie for never having that constant father figure in her life, and always made sure to do your best by her so that she never felt any different to the other kids her age, but seeing how gently Bucky was with her had you quickly wiping away a tear in the corner of your eye.

“Look at me mommy!! Look at me dancing!!” she bubbles with a bright smile.

You smile and make your way over to where they’re dancing together, and you slip your arms around Bucky’s waist from behind and lean your head against his broad shoulders, letting yourself gently sway with him and the soft floating music. Closing your eyes and just letting yourself fall freely into the tenderness of the moment.

There’s a small part of you that dares to hope that things could be like this all the time. That Bucky could be more than just Lottie's mom’s boyfriend. That together you three could be a happy family, but for now you’re content with keeping that little fantasy close to your heart, and are more than happy to just live in this moment with the two people who matter most to you in this world.

It’s later in the evening, when Lottie had finally tired herself out and you had managed to convince her to swap her princess dress for a pair of warm and fuzzy pyjamas before gently tucking her into bed with a kiss pressed into her hair.

“Good night, Pumpkin.”

You see yourself out of her bedroom, making sure to leave her door cracked open just an inch, so that a little bit of light pours into her room, to stop the monsters coming in as she'd told you many times before.

And when you get back to your living room you see Bucky is there, sitting on your couch, carefully picking out the last of the butterfly clips from his hair.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to go on our date today, Bucky.” you say softly, unclipping the final butterfly clip that he’d missed at the back of his head before sitting down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder with a tired sigh.

“What are you talking about, I had a great time.” he says, turning to you with that brilliant smile of his. “I know you were nervous about letting me into your life like that, especially when Lottie is concerned, and I totally understand that, but I just want to tell you how much it means to me that you trusted me. Not many people do.” he says that last part more to himself, underneath his breath, but you caught it.

“Bucky, I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for being so patient with me, I know most guys would have run for the hills by now” You laugh softly. “But not you. You're a good man Bucky Barnes. You're a good man and I lo- I like you, I like you a whole lot.” You manage to catch yourself before admitting to being in love with him. You'd only been dating him for a short time, but you were confident that you loved him, but you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to speak those words out loud just yet.

He takes your chin between his fingers, kissing your lips with a gentle and reverent press, his nose brushing against yours.

“I like you a whole lot, too.”

Yeah, you think to yourself, I hope he stays around for a long time.

@penguinsandpotterheads @abitchyouhate @honeyglee @myfavbuckyfics @buckgasms

[94perreaults]

loml ll WS2

SUMMARY: From meeting Will Smith at a college party, to losing him.

a/n: Hi! thought it'd be good to post a little one shot. It wasn't supposed to be 3 thousand words long, but I couldn't have written it any shorter. It's inspired by Taylor Swift's loml (and there's some references to other TS' songs, try looking for it!). Anyways, live laugh love Will Smith hockey. . If you read this so far, thanks! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and asks are always welcomed! Requests are open, feel free to ask something. Or just talk to me, I don't bite but I am a big chatter. Thanks for reading it! <3

It was a cold day, as it is more often than not in Boston. The kind of cold that settled into your bones and made you question every life decision, like moving across the country for college or choosing an 8 a.m. lecture three times a week.

(Y/N) was just trying to get used to being a college freshman, — the weird, liminal blur between still-a-kid and figure-it-out-yourself. Most days, she floated somewhere in between. As long as she didn’t stay in her dorm with a mug of mint tea, re-reading Clockwork Angel for the third time that semester (even if she was, and always would be, Tessa Gray’s biggest fan), she was already considering it a win for the day. Until she sat in class next to a redhead named Abigail, and soon enough, they were best friends. Abigail talked too fast, wore Doc Martens in the rain, and had an annoying habit of always being right — especially when she said, “You’re coming to this party with me. No excuses.”And (Y/N) did.  She tried to say no, but Abigail had given her that look — the one that said I know what’s good for you, even if you don’t — and thirty minutes later, (Y/N) was tugging on a thrifted sweater and letting herself be dragged into a house that smelled like cheap beer and wet sneakers.

Since the second they got to the house, (Y/N) was looking around, trying to think of an excuse to go back to her tea and her books and the comfort of her dorm and her soft sheets and her worn-in pajamas. She told herself she’d only stay twenty more minutes. And then she was getting back to her comfort zone.

It’s called a “comfort zone” for a reason, and she liked being comfortable. Predictable. Safe.

Until she suddenly heard a loud laugh cut through the hum of music and conversation, easy and unguarded. It didn’t belong here — not in this too-loud, too-damp room full of people pretending to be cooler than they actually were. She turned her head without thinking, drawn to the sound. And there he was: Will Smith. 

He stood in the kitchen, beer bottle in hand. His head was thrown back in laughter, his blonde curls a little flattened from the rain, damp strands catching the light every time he moved. His hoodie was clinging to him in places it probably shouldn’t, the maroon and gold of “BC HOCKEY” stamped across his chest like a warning. He was beautiful in the kind of way boys shouldn't be at eighteen — a little too golden, a little too dangerous, like he was made to break your heart. She should've known then. She should’ve looked away. She didn’t.

And then — as if some cosmic joke was being played — he looked at her. And smiled.

He didn't look away. Instead, he started walking toward her.

(Y/N) panicked for a second — looked behind her like maybe he was smiling at someone else. But no. His blue eyes were locked on her, that stupidly charming grin still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said, stopping just in front of her. Up close, he smelled like rain and cheap beer and suddenly the smell wasn’t too bad anymore. “You don’t look like you wanna be here.”

“That obvious?” she said, her voice too soft, too honest. She hated that.

He laughed again, not as loud this time. Just for her. “Little bit. But I’m glad you are.”

 “Why?” She blinked. 

“Because now I get to talk to the prettiest girl in the room.” He answered. No hesitation, no thinking twice.

He had her speechless. She opened her mouth. Closed it. She had nothing. Literally nothing. Her brain had turned into static. Maybe to mush. All she knew is that it wasn’t working and she couldn’t come up with a single thing to tell him.

“That line usually works better when the girl responds.”Will tilted his head, amused, a teasing smile on his lips.

“I—uh—sorry,” she stammered, and immediately wanted to melt through the floor.

“What’s your name?” The blonde asked, smiling , like he found her flustered silence endearing instead of pathetic. 

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).” He repeated it like it was a secret. Like he planned on keeping it tucked away somewhere safe. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

After that, she was hooked. Between shared laughs and getting lost in the impossible blue of his eyes, (Y/N) knew — in that quiet, awful, wonderful way — that she wouldn’t be able to forget him, his smile and his eyes. Not even if she wanted to. It wasn’t just the way he looked at her, like she was the most interesting person in the room — like nothing else mattered but her. It wasn’t even the way he smiled at her, all soft edges and boyish charm, as if he couldn’t help it. It was the way he made her feel like she was seen, really seen, in a way that was rare and terrifying and kind of exhilarating. They ended up talking for what felt like hours, tucked into a corner of the too-small living room, the music from someone’s half-broken speaker vibrating the floorboards. They laughed like they’d known each other forever, like the universe had clicked them into place when their eyes met across that sticky kitchen floor. It felt reckless, the way time kept slipping between them — how suddenly it was 1AM, and she was still hanging onto every word, hoping he wouldn’t stop talking.

And the whole time, (Y/N) couldn’t shake this thought: Oh no. This is going to matter.

Because it already did.

…

It was late when Abigail showed up, telling (Y/N) it was time to go. 

So she stood up, brushing nonexistent lint off her sleeves like it would somehow make her nerves settle, even though her heart was a frantic mess — flutters, panic, and the ache of goodbyes she wasn’t ready for. Will stood with her, just as slowly. His eyes stayed on her like he was trying to memorize her face, like this wasn’t just a throwaway conversation at some dumb college party. Like this mattered. 

He stepped a little closer — just enough for her to notice how tall he was, how his shoulders curved toward her slightly, like the pull was mutual. Ocean-blue eyes looking into hers, she felt like she might sink down and die — like her body wasn’t built to hold this much hope and this much fear all at once. 

“Well, if you come to another party,” Will said, his voice low and a little teasing, “you should find me. I’ll be the guy trying to get your number again.”

(Y/N) hesitated. Her heart was pounding so loud it felt like it echoed in her ribs. 

“You… you don’t have to wait. I can give it to you now.” She said, in the smallest voice, barely above a whisper.

Will blinked. And then — slowly, like it was the best surprise he’d had all night — he smiled. Real and warm and a little dazzled.

“Yeah?” he asked.

She nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah.”

He handed her his phone and she typed it in, trying not to overthink every letter. When she gave it back, he looked at the screen, then at her.

“I’m gonna text you,” he said, simple and sure. “And not just because I want to flirt with you at parties.”

He stepped back, just enough for her to pass. Just enough for the night to feel like it was folding closed. And as (Y/N) turned to go, Abigail slipped her arm through hers without a word, and they turned toward the door. But she couldn’t help herself, and looked back. Will was still watching her and still smiling.

The cold bit at her cheeks the second they stepped outside, but she barely noticed. Her fingers were already twitching to check her phone, even though it had only been five seconds. Maybe four. Her whole body felt like it was buzzing — like she’d just stepped off a rollercoaster and was still spinning, still reeling, still smiling like an idiot.

Beside her, Abigail nudged her shoulder. “So… what was that?”

(Y/N) didn’t answer at first. She was too busy thinking about the sound of his laugh, the look in his eyes, the warmth in her chest.

“I think I’m in trouble.” (Y/N) answered. 

…

By november, they were inseparable. 

They couldn’t even pinpoint when it happened. There was no dramatic shift, no lightning bolt moment where everything changed. It was slow. One day, Will was just the guy from that party. The one with the ocean-blue eyes and the stupidly charming smile. The next, he was her guy — the one who walked her to class with his hands in his pockets and knew her coffee order by heart. 

Everyone knew. If you saw one of them, the other wasn’t far. They were the kind of pair people started saying in the same breath — Will and (Y/N). (Y/N) and Will. Like a rhythm. Like it made sense.

They had their own quiet world — one built from inside jokes and voice notes at 2 a.m., from text threads that never really ended and conversations picked up like bookmarks during study breaks.

They didn’t rush it. They didn’t have to. They knew. They felt. They didn’t say it, at least not out loud. But it was there. That quiet, soul-softening thing that bloomed when someone looked at you like you mattered. When your hands brushed and the world tilted, just slightly, and it felt like gravity was different around them. Even if they weren’t really together yet,  it didn’t matter. There was a gravity between them that pulled without asking. A closeness that didn’t need a label. 

By November, it wasn’t just Will and (Y/N).

It was them. 

And for once, that didn’t feel like a loss. It felt like coming home.

…

By january, they made it official.

Not in a big, dramatic way. It just happened. She went home for the holidays and Will went to Sweden for the World Juniors. They were still texting 24/7, still sharing the little moments that mattered. She watched all his games. Celebrated the gold medal like it was the most important award in the world. 

But then, as soon as the tournament ended, and he stepped off that plane in Boston, everything was right again. His heart was racing — not from excitement over the gold, but from the thought of seeing (Y/N) again. The first thing he did after getting home wasn’t unpack his gear or hang up his medal; all he wanted was to see her, so he did. 

He didn’t text her to let her know he was back, didn’t make any plans. He just grabbed his bag, hailed a cab, and was on his way to her dorm. The cold air in Boston didn’t even register. All that mattered was that he was this close to her again.

(Y/N) opened the door with that same sleepy smile, her hair a little messy from the nap she’d been taking. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him, and before either of them could say a word, he pulled her in, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, like he couldn’t help himself.

“I missed you,” he muttered, his voice rough from the flight, the long stretch of days apart.

“I missed you too,” she replied softly, still processing the fact that he was right there, hugging her like he was scared she might disappear if he let her go. 

They laid in her bed, close, holding each other tight. It felt right. Just like it was supposed to be. Neither of them said much. They didn’t need to.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him, like he needed to feel her close. Her cheek rested against his chest, and she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. He kept tracing slow circles on her back with the pad of his thumb, like he was memorizing the shape of her in silence.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmured suddenly, voice low and unguarded. “Like this. With you. It’s all I need.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, wide-eyed, the kind of look that made his stomach flip. He wasn’t sure why it tumbled out like that—maybe it was the way she felt in his arms, or how the world always seemed quieter when they were together.

Will had a plan. He was going to take her skating on Frog Pond, or maybe bring her her favorite pastry and a stupid handmade sign that said “Be mine?” Something sweet and a little dramatic—because she deserved that. But now? With her curled against him like she belonged there, looking up at him with those eyes that had undone him from the start? He couldn’t stop himself from saying the words he kept to him like a secret. 

“I like you,” he added, softer now, the words slipping out like a secret. “A lot.”

She blinked, then smiled, slow and full of something that made his heart catch. “I like you too, hockey boy.”

And then she kissed him. Or maybe he kissed her. It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was the way it felt—warm and certain and a little bit magic. And in that moment, the world stopped around them and they were all that mattered. They didn’t talk much after that, just held each other tighter, kisses and quiet smiles exchanged between soft exhales.

It felt right and perfect. 

It felt meant to be. 

…

By march, they were in love.

Completely, fully, unabashedly in love. The love that makes rom coms sweeter, and Taylor Swift songs better. The kind of love people write about and hope for. That wraps around you so slowly and gently you don’t even realize you’re in it—until you do. A love neither of them had ever felt before.

It was in the way he looked at her, like she held the whole universe in her eyes. In the way she said his name — soft, familiar, like home. It was late-night walks, forehead kisses, shared playlists, and the way they looked at each other. It was in everything around them, the way their lives had slowly, perfectly blended — two separate orbits crashing into one shared gravity.

And one night, when the moonlight spilled across her comforter and she was curled up beside him in that perfect, sleepy silence, Will said it.

“I think you’re the love of my life”, He said, looking at her, “ You’re it for me, baby.”

His fingers were tangled with hers. His thumb brushed the back of her hand like it was sacred.

She looked up at him — this boy with stars in his eyes and her name etched into the softest parts of his heart — and smiled like she’d known it all along.

“You’re it for me too.”

And this — them.

They were legendary.

…

By April, it was the beginning of the end.

Not that they knew it yet. Not fully. Not really.

But maybe some part of her heart flinched when the final buzzer rang in St. Paul. Maybe some part of him broke the second the game came to an end with a 2-0 win for Denver. No miracle, no redemption arc, no last-second overtime glory. Just heartbreak, drawn out over sixty minutes. Maybe they both knew it’d never be quite the same again after that.

She was frozen in the stands, heart breaking for her favorite guy. Teary-eyed, fingers clenched, barely breathing as she watched him linger on the ice a little longer than anyone else — gloves still on, like if he didn’t take them off, it wouldn’t be real. Like he could hold time in his hands and stop it from slipping through.

Her chest physically ached watching Will skate off with his head low, shoulders hunched like the weight of the loss had settled deep in his bones. She wanted to scream for him. For how hard he fought. For how much he wanted it. For how much he deserved better than this.

That night, she didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t try to say the right thing. She just held him as tight as she could, like maybe if she held him hard enough, long enough, she could keep the cracks from spreading. But deep down, in that quiet hotel room filled with what-ifs and heartbreak, something shifted. Something small. Something irreversible broke that night. Not between them, but around them. The illusion of invincibility. The timeline they thought they had. The belief that their little world would keep spinning forever.

They didn’t say it out loud — not then. But in the silence between heartbeats, it was there.

…

In may, it all came crashing down.

For most of the month, things didn’t feel quite right. Everything felt off. There was a distance between them that (Y/N) couldn’t ignore.The silence that lingered between their texts, their calls, weighed heavily on her. It wasn’t just the lack of words—it was the absence of him. She could feel him slipping away, little by little, and yet she had no idea why.

At first, she brushed it off. She told herself it was just him processing the sting of losing the National Championship. Or that the World Championship was coming, and he had made the team. She convinced herself that he was stressed, that he had a lot on his plate, repeating it over and over like a mantra. She needed to believe it, needed to reassure herself that they were fine, even if everything around her said otherwise.

She kept trying. She kept texting, kept calling, even though the answers were few and far between. Every time she sent a message, she hoped it would be the one that would get his attention, the one that would make things feel like they used to. But each reply, each silence, only made the space between them feel larger, heavier.

By the time he left for Czechia for the World Championship, the gap between them felt like an abyss. He’d said a quick goodbye, with a brief hug and a distracted kiss on her cheek. Nothing like their usual partings. No promise to keep in touch, no reassurance. Just a simple, “See you soon.”

The USA only made it to the quarter finals, losing to Czechia. And (Y/N) felt terrible, but she thought maybe everything would go back to normal now. She had thought, hoped, that maybe now things would settle. Maybe now he’d have the time to talk to her, to check in. 

But then the news came. From the Boston College Instagram account, no less. A post congratulating Will on signing with the Sharks, complete with a photo of him standing in his parents’ kitchen, the familiar warm glow of home around him. He hadn’t even told (Y/N) he was back yet—hadn't bothered to mention anything about coming home, or catching up, or anything at all. He had barely told her anything. Hadn’t given her anything more than one line answers in weeks.

But there he was, on her phone screen, grinning wide, a pen poised in his hand like it was the most casual thing in the world. His smile was the same as always, the one that made her heart skip a beat, the one that she’d come to know so well. But at that moment, it felt different. It felt like a gut punch—seeing it from an Instagram post instead of hearing it from him. Like he didn’t even consider telling her himself. She stared at the screen, her heart sinking, the words blurring in front of her eyes. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t told her. 

Her hands trembled as she picked up the phone, pressing the call button with shaky fingers. The ringing in her ear felt louder than it should have, each beat of it like a drum in her chest. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She hoped, desperately, that he would pick up—that maybe, just maybe, this was all some sort of misunderstanding. But the voicemail cut her off before she could even say his name.

She hung up, staring at the screen, her vision blurry. The silence that followed felt louder than any noise. She had trusted him. She had believed in them. And now, it felt like he was slipping through her fingers, fading into the distance without so much as a goodbye. 

(Y/N) sent text after text, each one more desperate than the last, all of them going unanswered. She didn’t know what she was hoping for anymore. Maybe an apology, maybe an explanation. Something. Anything. She just wanted a sign he cared. The silence stretched on, suffocating her. The cold emptiness in her chest only grew.

She couldn’t sleep that night. Instead, she stayed up, staring at the screen as if it might suddenly light up with his name. As if maybe he’d realize what he was doing and call her. As if any of it had meant to him what it had meant to her. But the silence was deafening.

She replayed their last real conversation in her head—tried to pinpoint the moment everything had shifted. Tried to convince herself she hadn’t imagined it all. All the moments they had, when everything felt just right. Thinking back at all the times he had said he would never leave. All the promises he made and how she’d believed every word. 

She kept wondering if she had missed something, or done something wrong. Maybe she had been too much, or maybe not enough. The questions clawed at her in the silence, each one sharper than the last. She couldn’t wrap her head around how he left. How easily he’d disappeared. How effortlessly he’d let her go. As if she hadn’t memorized every corner of his laugh, every tired smile, every late-night confession. Yet, he left as if none of it had ever mattered. 

She went back to their texts, and the photos on her phone, as if it might hold an answer. Something to tell her why he’d given up on her, on them. 

And as the sun started to rise, casting pale light over the room that still smelled like him, she curled in on herself and whispered the only thing she hadn’t yet admitted out loud.

He was the loss of her life.

[mongoosingisme]

Mild to moderate amount of Harvey smut under the cut.

Contains: overworked farmers, softdom Doctors, some very nice thoughts, praise

Word Count: ~1350

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only, if you would be so kind.

Notes: I’ve been in bed with the flu this week, so I haven’t been able to work on my current series. I suppose you could call this little thing a fever dream. Enjoy! Or don’t! Okay thanks love you bye

Your health was important to Harvey. He was a worrier, intimately familiar with the ways the human body could fail, could fall apart. You knew his imagination often ran wild while he was at work, so you did your best to be mindful and safe.

Not always easy during planting season. You may have pressed a little too hard one day, collapsing on the couch in a dirty heap as the sun started to lower behind the trees. You were starving, but didn’t have the energy to make yourself something to eat.

So you took a nap.

Of course Harvey found you like that.

Of course he was worried.

Of course he treated you with the utmost of care: making you dinner, helping you through a shower, picking out fresh pjs, tucking you into bed at 7pm with a glass of water and your phone.

He was a sweetheart like that.

The next morning was a little less sweet, though.

“No work today,” he said as he was tying his tie. “Doctor’s orders.”

You were still in bed, languid and comfortable, watching him get ready for the day. A day off felt like a good idea, and you were definitely open to it, but you couldn’t help but push back a bit.

“No can do, doc. Gotta finish up my planting.”

“It can wait. You need rest.” He straightened his tie, then cast his eyes on you.

“I need to get those seeds in the ground,” you retorted, stretching, arching you back a little more than was strictly necessary and enjoying the way he gave his tie a distracted little adjustment.

“You’ll have to do it another day.” He was coming over to the bed now, sitting down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Stay in bed today.”

You laughed. “What are you going to do, tie me to the bedpost?”

Harvey took a loud breath in through his nose. Paused. Then: “don’t think I haven’t thought about it.”

Oh.

Now you were thinking about it too, laying back as your mind raced, stretching out, shifting your hips a little as you considered the scenario.

Your movements did not go unnoticed. “You like that idea?” Harvey’s voice was a little lower, a little breathless. He shifted, propped himself up on a hand on the other side of your hip.

“It’s not entirely unpleasant,” you said. Harvey’s hand was on your wrist now, gently pulling your hand up to wrap around a slat in your headboard. Your other hand joined it without his insistence, earning you a soft hum of approval and a “good girl.”

You sighed. You loved it when he called you that.

“Keep your hands right there,” he said. He sat up, placed his palm on your stomach, then nudged your shirt up to expose your breasts. They’d tightened, tips taut under his gaze. “You do like that idea, don’t you?” He circled the pad of a finger over one nipple, and the slight sensation had you sighing again, a soft “hah” as you shifted your hips.

“Is that what I need to do?” He pressed your nipple between thumb and forefinger as he spoke, gentle, cupping your breast as he pinched. “Would that make you behave?”

“Only one way to find out.” Your voice had no force to it, all of your energy caught up between his fingers and a point between your legs.

“Hmmm,” Harvey considered. His hand slid off your breast, down over your stomach, beneath your waistband, into your underwear. He took a shaking breath at how easily his fingers parted you. “You really do like that idea, don’t you sweetheart?”

You would have liked to reply with more than a whine, but his fingers were tracing around your clit and there really wasn’t much energy left over for coherent thought.

Harvey was doing enough talking for the both of you anyway. “I could tie your hands to the bed, leave you there while I go to work. I only have a few patients today, so it wouldn’t be all day, but it would be long enough, wouldn’t it?” He was pressing against you a little harder now, pleasure starting to move in waves through your core. “It’d be difficult to focus, thinking about you like this. What state would you be in when I got home? Would you be sweet and needy and ready for me, or would you bite my head off?”

“Both?” you managed to gasp.

Harvey laughed, then pressed two fingers into you. You groaned at the intrusion, the stretch, the way he wasted no time in pressing his fingertips into your walls so, so, so perfectly. He groaned a little too, his eyes losing focus for a moment, dark as he worked you.

But then he shook himself a little.

“As tempting as the idea is, it wouldn’t be safe. Just a nice thought.” He kept moving his fingers, gentle and steady, hitting that spot that made your muscles contract, start to flutter around him. Such a nice thought. A nice enough thought that you were already tensing, squeezing around his fingers, spiraling up and up in pleasure and tension and -

He stopped.

Of course he fucking stopped.

Because he was the sweetest, gentlest, most caring sadist the world had ever seen.

“I’m not sure that making you come right now is sending the right message,” Harvey said. His fingers stayed in you, though.

“Harveyyyyy,” you whined, shifting your hips.

“Stay still and listen.” He was using that voice, that doctory one, that inherent authority that didn’t need to be rough or dominating or mean. It just was.

You did as he said.

“You’re going to rest today.” He was looking you in the eyes. You nodded.

“Good. I want you to send me pictures of you in bed every half hour so I can see you’re doing it.”

“Harveyyyyyy,” you protested. He flexed his fingers in you - once, twice. Just enough for you to gasp and tighten.

“Not a discussion,” he said mildly. “No shower. I’m going to come home and make sure there’s not a speck of dirt on you. If I find any we’re going to have a very serious conversation. Understand?”

Like you could respond with the way he was touching you, the way his eyes were on you. Like words were possible when his fingers were pulsing so minutely, so subtly that you couldn’t call him on it, couldn’t do anything but shut your eyes and whine.

“Understand?” he repeated.

You managed to hum an affirmative.

“Good,” he said. “I’ll text when I’m heading home. I want you in this exact position when I get back. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, first slow, then faster, emphatic as his fingers started their work in earnest.

“Good girl,” he said, and huffed a laugh as the words made you keen. “I knew we could figure it out. Now be good and come for me before I have to leave, alright?”

Easy ask. Your hips shifted, arched, moved against his fingers, long and strong and precise, working you up so steady and sure that it was easy to get lost in it, to grip the headboard, to roll your pelvis, to moan, to surrender to the wave of need, tight and swirling, eddying you, buoying you up into a shuddering release, liquid and bright, your cry hitching as Harvey worked you through it, kissed your temple as you settled back in.

“That’s right,” he was whispering as you relaxed. “That’s right sweetheart. That’s my girl.”

A few minutes later you were snuggled back into bed. Harvey had set a cup of coffee and a pastry by the side of the bed, kissed you on the cheek, said goodbye. He really was the sweetest, you thought as your body melted into the mattress. Breakfast could wait. Rest was what you needed right now. You were tired from yesterday, yes, but also…

You were going to get a hell of a workout when Harvey got back home.

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[iinryer]

wip whatever

i’ve been tagged by so many of you for so many things the past few weeks MWAH! here’s something spec-esque that i started recently, where chris comes home from texas bc eddie is hurt :’)

this doc is titled “too soon” for reasons i will elaborate on later

—

When Eddie wakes up, the first thing he does is think: Oh, I’m in a hospital.

The second thing he does is peel his eyes open to see Christopher, hunched in a chair against the wall, clicking away on his Switch.

The third thing he does is burst into tears.

It takes a few minutes and a very patient nurse—along with the extra shock of his father entering the room, looking harried—to calm Eddie down. He’s still not entirely sure isn’t dreaming.

The nurse and Ramon explain softly to him that he’s had an accident, he’s hurt, and right now he needs to calm down, he needs rest.

The only thing his scrambled mind will let him track as he finally slows his breathing, is the frantic, desperate need to keep looking at his son.

Time is moving strangely, Eddie thinks. Someone says the word concussion at some point. Pain medication, too. He supposes that makes sense with the way his thoughts keep slipping away from him. His eyes open and close slowly, heavily. He thinks he’s losing time, because he blinks, and Ramon is gone. He blinks, and there’s a nurse asking him questions, but he doesn’t recognize her. He blinks, and Chris is asleep on a hospital cot. The light in the room feels different. He feels muted and far away. He tries not to blink, tries to focus on his kid. Thinks, a little hysterically, that he’s already lost so much time.

If he keeps his eyes open, he won’t miss anything else.

He won’t.

He can’t…

The next time Eddie wakes up, it’s just him and Chris again.

Chris is the one blinking at him now, owlishly, nervously.

“Chris…” Eddie croaks.

“Hi dad,” Chris whispers.

“How—How are you here?”

“Buck called…” Chris says it slowly, deliberately. He says it in a way that makes Eddie think maybe it’s not the first time Chris has told him, “He said you were hurt,”

—

hurting my own feelings w this one im very excited <3

tagging @gayeddieagenda @try-set-me-on-fire @colonoscopys @bigfootsmom !

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - introduction ! senior project

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 1.3k wc, brief swearing, mentions of death & mentions of murder/killing, lots of dialogue

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“as you all know, you have a major senior project due by the end of the year for part of your college interviews. this will be worth 90% of your grade and is not optional. any questions to far?” riki’s english teacher read off the whiteboard, before turning to face the class.

she cleared her throat loudly before continuing.

“late work will not be accepted, because you have until may 25 to get this project submitted. everyone should know which college they plan on attending, or applying to by now. a google slides format must be be at least 25 slides, and a word doc should be at least 10 pages.”

jungwon quoted the teacher, explaining to riki what’s expected of them after he realized riki hadn’t been paying attention.

“how the hell did you remember all she said? and- why are you even here.. you’re like, a freshman in college.” riki noticed, with a visible look of confusion on his face.

“sophomore, actually. and i’m here for volunteer work! we have finals too you know. i was telling you and sunoo about this last week, but it’s for my social thought class!-” jungwon explained with a smile, only for it to drop as he was cut off .“yeah yeah okay. so what kind of topic am i supposed to pick?” riki asked before crumpling up a random paper into a ball, tossing it in jungwons direction.

jungwon let out a sigh. “riki, you really need to do better. if you can’t improve how you act, that impact will show on my grade as well. and that won’t be good for either of us.” he said as he took the paper ball, unfolding it to reveal riki’s report card from last quarter. it wasn’t too bad really, mainly straight a and b minuses. but the biggest issue, was behavior and participation.

“how would your grade tanking be bad on me? i still have until fall before i start going to ucla.”

“i really don’t know how you got in.” jungwon shook his head.

“dance scholarship. duh.” “nishimura riki! you have 7 more minutes to determine your main topic. i recommend that you use your time more wisely.” the teacher called out from her desk.

“okay seriously, now we have to focus. what topics are you interested in?” jungwon asked, as he pulled his notebook out.

“well, i like dancing. i can research the history on different dance styles.” riki shrugged, loosely putting an idea out there.

“that’s actually not that bad, especially as a dance major. let’s sit on that idea for a bit in case anything else comes up. what else do you like?” jungwon hummed while briefly scribbling a few notes in.

“i don’t even get why i still have to do this stupid assignment when i already heard back from ucla. if anything it’s a waste of my time, because this only benefits the kids who haven’t heard back yet.” riki complained.

“well,” jungwon chuckled. “the start of the fall semester is still a while from now, anything can change by then. they’re still gonna be looking at your final report card and all that. this is just to determine that your slot in that school is ensured. i think the you from freshman year would be proud to see you improve.”

but of course, he wasn’t listening. riki was hyper focused on his computer. at least until the last sentence stuck out to him.

“say that again?” riki questioned, making sure he heard jungwon right.

“the you from three years ago would be proud if you improved?” he repeated an improvised version, with a raised brow.

riki chewed on the bottom of his pen, before hastily writing something down on jungwon’s notebook.

“you.. you want to solve heeseung and jay’s case..?” jungwon stuttered as he read the notes. “how is this even related to what i said? is it because you were a freshman when it happened?”

“do you really believe yn was capable of killing them? i mean honestly, won. we grew up with her. she was heeseung’s little sister.” riki insisted, ignoring jungwon’s previous questions.

“i couldn’t believe it either, because there was no way it could’ve been her. but there was a lot of evidence that said otherwise.” jungwon informed, moving the notebook back onto his desk.

“also, don’t get mad when i say this. but, do you think the reason why you’ve been so fixated on yn being innocent is because you never got over your crush on her from middle school?”

“hey! shut the fuck up dude.” riki hissed, slapping the older boy on the back of his head. “and she was someone we were close to, a 17 year old at the time. it just isn’t likely.”

“age doesn’t mean anything. 35% of murders in america were committed by people ranging between 17 and 21. and, 28% of murders are committed by a relative or acquaintance. chances are low but not zero.” a girl butt in from behind the them. riki whipped his head back to see who it was, only to wish he never turned around.

minji kim. a pain in the original friend groups ass since elementary school.

the two stared at her with two completely different expressions. riki looked minji up and down with a frown, while jungwon just blinked slowly with wide eyes.

“what? do you seriously not remember me?” she scoffed.

“no trust me, we do, minji.” riki huffed before turning back around.

“we’re just wondering how you know that, is all.” jungwon hummed.

“my brother is a police officer now. i’m sure if you didn’t know who he was, one of your other friends might.” she snickered.

minjae kim. he is minji’s brother and one of the officers who handled the heeseung-jay case, aka one of the officers responsible for the arrests of yn and a few others. riki would know, because he attended the court hearing.

“minji, what topic have you selected?” the teacher asked as she briefly looked up from the computer screen.

“i will be making a slideshow on the history of ballet.” she answered with a proud smile. oh how riki just wanted to wipe that look off her face.

“and.. finally. riki and jungwon?”

"me and jungwon will investigate the lee siblings case, from 3 years ago." and the teachers face fell.

"riki, i don't know if this is a good topic write on. you still have time to change your mind-"

"no. this is what i want to do. i want to solve the murder of heeseung lee, and the disappearance of jay park." riki cut off the teacher with determination.

and the class went silent.

"there's nothing to solve! yn lee killed her own brother, and her own boyfriend. case closed." minji said. but remember, her brother was one of the officers who testified against yn. of course, her opinion on the topic was just as biased as riki’s or jungwon’s could be.

"shut up minji, your brother got demoted for a reason. and, you didn't know yn." jungwon waved off.

"you may have known heeseung but that doesn't mean you know her. and i know enough about yn lee to see that shes a cold hearted killer." "enough!" the teacher interrupted.

"fine. riki and jungwon, you may pursue this case. but we have to set some boundaries. first off, you may use any public sources or personal connections. secondly, when contacting any sources like publishers or officers, do not push the limit. if they say certain answers to questions are confidential, then respect that. third and foremost, absolutely do NOT contact the lees or the parks. leave any involved families out of this, especially now that miss yn lee is out of juvie."

she teacher sighed in slight relief as she saw jungwon and riki nodding in agreement.

but what she didn’t see, was how their fingers were crossed behind their backs.

taglist ! @jiiyen @prettiestgirlontheplanet @hannicorpse @wonsboo @murazbae @stilesks @soobinbunnie5 @blvengene @r1kification @gyuvision @goldenmellow @ariluvssssss100 @who-tf-soddhi @mmurazz @jaemified @strawberrieswithchocolateo3o @heartheejake @hoonsdrnkdzd

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[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship pt 8

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Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

This chapter is just so much fluff. It’s sweeter than candy. Please enjoy. 

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Written and edited fast-please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

The visit to the doctor went better than expected. He told Jensen he had 3 weeks tops left in the cast and he could return to work. He would however have to avoid stunts for about 2-3 months. Jensen was excited he could return sooner. 

“I need to call Kripke and let him know. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do my scenes if I can’t do my own stunts. It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.” 

I just nodded. I was excited for him, but a little sad I would have to say goodbye to him so soon. I took a deep breath, I knew I needed to be honest with him, but how could I after we just worked out one problem.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Jensen asked as he noticed my tense demeanor. “Yeah, just thinking about you leaving again. It worries me because I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt again.” 

Jensen touched my hand, “I know baby. I don’t want to leave you guys either, but I have to go back and finish filming.” “I know.” I whispered.

“Hey, the kids have summer break coming up soon, why don’t you guys fly out and stay with me for the rest of the filming. On my days off we can go on family adventures.” 

“Are you sure you want us there?” He took my hand firmly in his, “Absolutely. I want you and our babies there with me. I would have to be there for about two weeks before you guys come, but after that we can be together.” 

I smiled, “We’d love that, Jensen. So much.” “Good, then it’s settled, you and the kids will fly to Canada to be with me after they get finished for the summer.” 

A few minutes later we pulled up at home. I helped Jensen inside and he sat down on the couch. “Jens, do you need anything?” “Just you, baby.” He winked. I chuckled, “Later, Jens. I need to get the kids soon. I can’t be hot, sweaty and smelling like sex when I pick them up.” “Hmm, we could always shower again, that was fun.” 

Jensen let out a deep laugh, his head tilted back and his smile reaching his eyes. It had been a while since I’d heard that laugh. I leaned down and kissed his lips, “I promise baby, you can have me again later. Bed, shower, however you want.” 

“I’ll hold you to that darlin’.” I nodded and started to walk into the kitchen. 

As I got to the kitchen I heard Jensen’s phone ring. From the sound of the conversation it was Eric. “Yeah, doc said no stunts for a few months, but once the cast comes off I can be back at work. He said 3 weeks tops. Yeah, her and the kids are going to come up after the kids get out of school for the summer. That would be amazing, thank you! Yep, see you soon.” 

I walked back into the living room and found Jensen on his phone, looking intently at the screen. “Hey, Y/N, Eric is sending me some listings for some places near the studio. He thinks we can get in one of those instead of living in a hotel the whole time y’all are there.” “Oh wow, that would be amazing, Jensen.” 

He patted the seat next to him and showed me some of the listings on his phone. There were a few that neither one of us liked, there was one I saw I loved and Jensen didn’t, there was one Jensen loved but I didn’t. I let out a sigh, “I know we will find something perfect for us.” Jensen nodded. 

I kissed him softly, “Want to ride with me to get the kids?” I asked as he continued to look at his phone. “Yeah, that would be great.” He said not looking up from his phone. I noticed he was biting his lip and his brow was furrowed. “Jens, is everything okay? You look worried.” “What? Oh, no. Everything is fine. Sorry I was just reading over this new listing. It’s a bit further from the studio, almost an hour, but I really like it.” 

“Can I see it?” I asked softly. Jensen handed me his phone, it was the most beautiful home I’d seen. It had 6 bedrooms and 3 ½ baths, a large dining room, a huge fenced in yard, and it came furnished. “Jensen, it’s perfect.” Jensen smiled widely, “You really like it?” I nodded yes. “Want me to reach out about it?” “Yes! Let’s see if we can convince them to hold it for us for a few weeks.” “Y/N, this isn’t a rental, it’s for sale.” “Oh, okay, well we can keep looking.” 

Jensen grabbed my hand, “No, baby. I want to reach out about us buying it. If you’re okay with it.” “Wait, you want to buy a house?” “Yes, I want us to buy a house for when I’m filming so we have a place to stay as a family.”

My breath hitched, “Jensen that’s amazing. I don’t know what to say.” “Say yes.” He smiled. “Okay, yes!” Jensen stood up and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. “I’ll have my realtor reach out and see what we can do.”

“Great, now let’s go get our babies.” Jensen nodded and I helped him to the car. 

On the way to get the kids Jensen and I were smiling and thinking about the possibilities the house would bring for us. “Jens, I think the house is perfect, the kids are going to love it.” “Yeah, I can’t wait to spend time in the backyard with them, or sitting around that table with all of you, eating and talking, and I definitely can’t wait to spend some time with you in that bedroom.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I giggled. 

Later that evening the kids had been playing outside and when they came in they asked to talk to me. JJ walked up to me with the other kids in tow, “Mama Y/N, can we ask you something?” “Of course you guys can.” 

We sat down on the couch and the kids’ were quiet at first. “Guys, whatever it is, you can talk to me.” The kids exchanged a look then JJ spoke up, “We need help making something for daddy. Since he’s going back to work soon we want to make something for him to take with him.” 

“I think he would love that. What did you guys have in mind?” In unison the kids all said “a blanket.” “A blanket?” I asked. “Yes, a blanket with all of us on it. Not you mommy, but us.” Jazzy said. 

“Oh guys, I think that would be perfect for him. What pictures did you have in mind?” “We want the new ones on it. Can you help us get it?” JJ asked. “Of course I can. Come on, let’s go ahead and get it made.” I motioned to them to follow me. 

We went into the office and I opened my laptop. The kids all picked the picture of themselves and then they all agreed on the group pictures they wanted. I designed the blanket with the group pictures in the middle, and their individual pictures around it. They loved it, and they picked out the color of the trim, and the personalization, which read “Together forever, even when we’re apart.”

I ordered the blanket, “Okay guys it should be here in about a week.” The kids were excited and they all gave me a hug and said thank you. 

When we walked back downstairs Jensen looked at us with a smirk, “What was the super secret meeting about?” He chuckled. JJ looked at him and smiled, “Nothing daddy, just kid and mom stuff.” Jensen’s eyes shot to mine when JJ called me mom. I smiled at him, “Yeah, Jens, just kid and mom stuff.” The kids giggled and ran back outside to play. 

*Time Jump 1 week*

The blanket was delivered and I hid it in the guestroom until the kids got home. When they got home we went in and I showed them the blanket. They loved it and I helped them wrap it. “Mama Y/N, can you help us make a movie night with daddy? Just us and him. We want to give him the blanket and have a movie night before he goes back to work.” 

“Of course I can. Tell me what you need and I’ll go to the store and get it. I think daddy will love a movie night with his babies.” Jazzy looked up at me, her eyes wide. “Am I his baby too?” I took her in my arms, “Yes you are baby. He loves you so much.” She let out the breath she was holding and climbed down.

The kids gave me their list and I ran to the store. When I got home Jensen was up walking around doing his physical therapy. “Hey darlin’, what did you get at the store?” “Oh just something the kids asked me to pick up. Remember, super secret meetings.” I winked at him. 

He walked over to me and pulled me flush to him, “I love you so much, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jensen.” He pulled me close to his lips, I could feel his hot breath mixing with mine. I tried to lean in to kiss him but he pulled away, laughing. 

“That’s what you get for your “super secret meetings”.” “Oh you’re going to pay for that Mr. Ackles.” I said as I tried to pull him closer to me. “Oh am I Mrs. Ackles?” Jensen froze and I looked in astonishment. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Y/N. Dee and I used to banter like that. I am so sorry.” I placed my hand on his chest, “Jensen, it’s okay. Besides, I’m not going to lie. I liked the sound of it.” “You did?” I nodded, “Of course I did. I honestly see marriage between us, don’t you?” 

Jensen pulled me back close to him, “Yeah I do.” Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips. 

My heart fluttered. I could honestly see myself married to him. I felt safe with him, protected. He was my home. Our children fit perfectly together and I loved the life we were creating together. 

Later that evening the kids distracted Jensen while I set up the living room for their movie night with dad. I ordered pizza and it was on the way. I was going to go shopping with Gen and Nichole and have a girls night out while the kids had their time with Jensen. 

I placed the gift on the couch, put out the snacks and popcorn, and when the pizza got there I placed it on the table with some plates and drinks. 

Gen and Nichole arrived so I walked to the playroom to tell Jensen I was leaving. That was the cue to the kids to help get him in the living room. 

“Daddy, since mama Y/N is going out with Auntie Gen and Auntie Nichole can we have a movie night with the pizza?” All four kids looked at Jensen with grins on their faces. He knew something was up. “Yeah, too bad mommy is going to miss it.” 

“Oh no. I guess I have to go try and have some fun with Aunt Gen and Aunt Nichole.” I teased. Jensen chuckled. 

When we got downstairs the kids were so excited. Jensen’s eyes widened when he saw the setup, “So this is what those super secret meetings were about, huh?” “Yep, daddy, sit down, we have something for you.” JJ said. 

Jensen took a seat on the couch and the wrapped package caught his attention. The kids all handed it to him and were smiling ear to ear, bouncing on their feet with excitement. “Want me to open it now?” “Yes!” The four of them squealed.

Jensen laughed. Gen, Nichole and I stood to the side and watched. My heart melted more and more with his interaction with the kids. I’d never met a man so amazing with his kids. He was incredible and his kids would grow up strong and loved because of him. 

Jensen opened the gift and I helped him open it up so he could see it. Tears pricked his eyes. “Wow guys, this is perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He pulled all the kids into a hug and kissed their heads. 

He looked at me and whispered “thank you”. I nodded and smiled. “Okay guys, enjoy your night with daddy. I love you guys.” I kissed everyone goodbye and left. As I got to the door I looked back and saw Jensen and the kids getting comfortable on the couch with their pizza. All snuggled near Jensen and under his new blanket. 

Gen touched my shoulder, “It’s so good seeing him happy again, thank you, Y/N.” “He makes us happy too, we’ve started talking about marriage too.” Gen and Nichole smiled. Nichole took my hand, “Honey I’m so happy for you guys.” 

“Okay, let’s go shopping and have some fun.” I said before the tears started to fall. 

When I got home the kids were already in bed and Jensen was sitting on the couch waiting for me. I quietly walked in, “Hey baby, did you have a good time?” Jensen’s voice broke the silence. “Yeah I did. Did you have a good time with the kiddos?” Jensen stood and walked over to me, “I did. It was just what I needed. Thank you sweetheart, for everything you did to help them pull this off. JJ told me it was their idea you just bought everything.” “She’s right. They designed the blanket, picked the pictures and the inscription. I just paid for it and ordered it. The movie, snacks and pizza was their idea too.” 

“Well, thank you for helping them. This was perfect. Oh, and I heard back from the realtor.” “Already? That was fast, what did they say?” “We got it! They accepted the offer?”

I stood stunned, “What? They already accepted the offer?” Jensen stepped closer, “Yes baby, they accepted the offer and are allowing us to take ownership next week. They knew we needed a place there for our family to stay when I’m working, so they wanted to make sure we had it sooner rather than later.” 

I threw my arms around Jensen, “Oh Jens, that’s exciting. We bought a house!” “Yes we did, darlin’, now let’s go to bed and celebrate.” I smiled, locked up the house as Jensen set the alarm. The two of us made our way to our bedroom where we celebrated our new home over the next few hours. 

As our celebration winded down, we were both satisfied and full of bliss. Jensen pulled me close to him, his arms wrapped around me. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Good night, sweetheart, I love you.” “Good night, Jensen, I love you too.”

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Too Sweet (Ch 3)

Harvey x Reader

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 4

Summary: picking up off last chapters cliffhanger and diving straight into Harvey’s 4 heart event. You resolve the conflict after the incident with George, Harvey gives you a checkup, and you two share a jar of pickles in his apartment. 💘🥒

Authors note: I know nothing about the Air Force I’m so sorry. It’s just for the plot and vibes. He needed a backstory!!

Word count: 1.7k! A longer chapter as a treat

“Harvey! Oh my god why are you here? Wait, no, I don’t mean it like that” the surprise visit from the doctor had you stumbling over your words. “You scared me. And I don’t actually think your mustache is stupid. I just… I was really embarrassed about what happened earlier.”

“I actually stopped by to thank you for backing me up earlier. George can be stubborn, so I’m glad you got him to listen to you.” The doctor averted eye contact and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Oh uhhh, sure. How much of what I said did you hear by the way?” You hoped silently that he hadn’t heard you call him cute, especially since you’d been talking to a chicken.Harvey slid down and sat next to you on the floor of the coop.

“Just the part where you insulted my mustache,” he replied, stroking his own facial hair. “The farm is coming along nicely. You must be very dedicated to make such a turn around in such a short time.”

Oh thank Yoba you thought to yourself. “Thank you. I guess I’m trying to make up for lost time; I want to honor Grandpa’s memory because he loved this farm and the community. I used to spend a couple weeks here in the summer when I was growing up. I haven’t been back to the valley since I was a teenager. I didn’t think Lewis would recognize me when I came back.” You laughed quietly, an image of you as a gawky adolescent with braces coming back to you

“About earlier, we can put that behind us if you’d like. I didn’t mean to be short with you either. I was startled so I apologize for being curt.” Harvey looked at you with a kind expression before rising from the floor. “I’d like for us to be on good terms going forward.” He extended his hand and helped you up.

———————————————————————————

The bell on the door chimed as you walked in and Harvey’s head poked up from his paperwork. “Hey! Just the person I wanted to see today actually.”

“Oh?”

“I was about to write you a letter recommending that you schedule your annual checkup. If you don’t mind, I’ve got time today actually for a cursory exam.” Truthfully you weren’t very fond of hospitals, or doctor’s appointments. But you were also a terrible liar and had no time to think of an excuse. Better just to get it over with, you supposed.

“I can make it work.” You set the jar of pickles aside temporarily and followed Harvey to an exam room. You sat down on the paper, uncomfortable with the sudden formal shift in your dynamic. You’d gone from friend to patient in a matter of minutes. Harvey placed his stethoscope just under the collar of your shirt and you flinched at the touch of the cold metal.

“Sorry it’s chilly,” Harvey said. “Your heart rate is a little high. Do hospitals make you nervous?” He asked with a slight furrow in his brow.

“A little bit” you admitted. It certainly didn’t help that this was the most physical contact the two of you had shared since you met. He placed his hand on your shoulder and your eyes met. You felt your palms start sweating.

“Take a deep breath for me please” you did as instructed and tried to focus on anything else but the feeling of his hand on you. “Your lungs sound strong.” Harvey was in his element as he checked off the boxes of a routine checkup. He tested your reflexes, examined your ears and eyes, writing down his observations on his clipboard. “So far you seem to be in good health. I just have a few more questions about your lifestyle”

“Ask away, Doc.” Harvey seemed slightly flustered at the nickname but made a quick recovery. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and stood up straighter, clearing his throat

“As I was saying. Working on the farm involves a fair amount of physical labor I assume, so I’m sure you get enough exercise. What do you usually eat in a day?”

“Oh I usually just eat the foragables I find around the valley. There’s a lot of leeks and wild onions out now. I saw a weird looking berry the other day and I ate a couple of those. Sometimes I eat eggs from the chickens, or buy something from Gus for dinner.” Harvey was visibly stressed as he absorbed the information you gave him.

“I would highly advise that you eat a more balanced diet. Foraging is fine as a snack but it won’t provide enough energy for your activity levels. Eggs are good, but I’d implore you to try and eat from all the food groups”

“So this probably isn’t a great time to say I also eat the algae I find in the mines?” You’d never seen the poor doctor so stressed; you imagined most of his patients weren’t quite as odd as you.

“Let’s move on. How much sleep do you get at night?”

“6ish, sometimes less, sometimes more”

“Well, 8 hours a night is recommended but 6 isn’t terrible I suppose. But I’d encourage you to try and find a healthier routine. Farming is labor intensive and if you don’t give your body the care it needs you won’t be able to keep up sooner or later.” He had a look of genuine worry in his eyes and it pulled at your heartstrings. You’d only known each other for several months, but you sensed the beginning of a deep connection.

“I’ll try to be better,” you replied softly. You weren’t used to being chastised, but you understood he meant well.

“Thank you. You’re free to go and have an official clean bill of health from me”

“Well I stopped by to ask a favor actually”

“Oh?”

“I was wondering if you’d do me the honors of being the very first taste tester of my first batch of farm fresh pickles” you grinned and gestured toward the door “I left them on the counter.” Harvey smiled back and held the door open for you.

“I’d be honored. I’m actually about to close up for the day, would you like to come upstairs?”

The two of you headed upstairs to the small apartment above the clinic. Furniture was sparse and well loved, and there was a small kitchenette off the main room. The back wall held a large bookshelf that boasted an assortment of books and some small trinkets. Another shelf was lined carefully with model planes. There was a radio station in the corner by the window. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” Harvey said sheepishly.

“It’s great” you replied, eyes scanning the room with eagerness. You were itching to learn more about him. You took a seat on his small sofa, your heart nearly skipping a beat when he sat next to you, his knee inches away from yours. “You can have the first one” you offered, extending the open pickle jar toward Harvey.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Harvey reached in and plucked out a particularly large pickle before biting into it. His eyes lit up as he tasted it. “This is delicious! You’ve really never made pickles before?” You shook your head. “Well you certainly have a knack for it.” You grabbed a pickle for yourself and were pleasantly surprised at how good they were. You were glad he wasn’t lying to spare your feelings.

“What’s with the planes?” You saw Harvey get a far off look on his face while he thought about his response

“I’ve always been fascinated by aviation. I did a stint in the Air Force years ago. I wanted to become a pilot but it didn’t pan out. It ended up paying for my med school tuition though. The model planes are something I like to do in my free time. I find them relaxing, and they remind me of my time in service.”

“I would have never guessed that. Pilots and doctors are pretty different. What led you down this path?”

“I think I’ve always had an affinity for helping people. I joined the Air Force to serve my country; this feels like a way to serve the community in a different way.”

“That’s actually really selfless.” You toyed with images of Harvey in uniform as you reached for another pickle, not realizing that Harvey had the same idea. Your hands met in the rim of the jar and you flinched back instinctively. The small touch left you wanting more. You adjusted your legs slightly, tentatively letting one fall against his. Harvey made no effort to break contact.

“Tell me more about yourself. You said you explore the mines. Are there really monsters in there?”

“There are! I haven’t made it down very far but there’s all kinds of creatures down there.” You animatedly described the things you’d encountered on your adventures: colorful slimes, stealthy rock crabs, large buzzing insects, agile bats and more. Harvey looked on with a mixture of awe and fear.

His voice grew soft as he spoke “please be careful in the mines. I’d hate to see you get hurt.” Suddenly it was as if a switch had gone off in his mind and he got up from the couch. “Wait here one second!” He bolted across the studio and down the stairs. You heard rummaging from below before Harvey emerged again holding an armful of various medicines and first aid supplies. “Take these.” He thrusted the bundle of supplies into your arms.

“Harvey I can’t just take these from you. These are expensive” you insisted, trying to hand them back to him. A roll of gauze unraveled on the floor. Harvey plucked it from the ground and placed it on a table.

“Nonsense. Consider it part of your checkup.” He looked you in the eyes with a pleading expression. “Please take them. And promise me you’ll keep them with you in the mines”

“I promise.”

[docholligay]

Doc is your antipathy toward Christmas waning as you get older? It seems like it is!

Oh no, i fucking hate Christmas. Sometimes I am a seething cauldron of anger and resentment for the fucking 6 week reminder that I am outside of my community in large ways. I am beyond fucking angry that my daughter is the only kid EVEN IN OUR TEMPLE who doesn't touch Christmas at all. I resent that I will have to defend that to her without telling her that I think every other family in our congregation is an assimilationist coward. I hate the whole fucking consumerist, stressful, ridiculous holiday and if I could remove it with a snap of my fingers, i would. Let's all go to work.

But.

I am constantly working on an annoying project I like to call, "Being a better version of myself" and this being a better version of myself involves me not taking every opportunity to rage at stuff that I can't change and will outlast me. It also, annoyingly, involves me trying to find ways to be kind to other people, which sometimes does involve remembering that Christmas is important to annoying culturally Christian losers, and that those annoying culturally Christian losers are actually my community.

We do owe other people. Other people matter. Goodness does not always mean doing things we personally like, it means doing things that are good. I owe other people. I have benefited often in my life from kindness I do not deserve. If I want to get something out of life, if I want to build a community, I have to give to it. WE build the world we deserve.

So. Wrap the presents for children who have never done anything to me, help decorate the museum for Christmas, help coordinate Christmas meal pickups, bake cookies for the teen shelter, do all of this and smile while you do it, because I am not serving CHRISTMAS, I am serving OTHERS. I am serving PEOPLE.

I can be angry and resentful and I can think a million mean-spirited things, i don't believe in thought crime. The things I DO are what matter.

If I'm asking patience and goodness to be given to me, I have to give it back, and that's hard but life isn't supposed to be otherwise. You get to the next part of the mountain and keep climbing.

[sushiikinsss]

hi friends, it's me..

it's almost march, like what the shit is going on with the flippin' time, like wasn't it just december?

here's a check in moment as i'm trying to hold myself to these because it helps me feel a bit at ease instead of tense and anxious.. as i'm writing to remove things out of the clusterfuck we call my brain but oh well. it's been almost nine weeks since little baby river entered the world and god, being a parent isn't for the faint hearted, whether there is lots of poop, lots of changes of clothing, lots of lack of sleep, lots of argumentive moments, lots of smiles and a whole fuck ton of love to give around. i am forever grateful that the husband is around or else, i personally don't think i would be coping as "well as i should be" right now but that could be the higher dose of antidepressants that i'm on. speaking about antidepressants and higher dose, after a severe mental health break (again), i got upped after an emergency psych appointment to my doctor because to be honest, i wasn't feeling safe within myself or around river.. alone. fuck, it sounds bad to say that aloud with heaps of people reading.. i actually didn't feel safe looking after river alone because of my borderline personality disorder's distorted thinking could have sent me overboard and made me into someone i would regret as well as doing something i wouldn't be able to take back. poor husband had to double up and not leave me alone despite his own mental health plummeting to the ground of embers. other than the shitty squeals of mental health, i'm doing okay.. slowly developing families again, slowly enjoying myself, enjoying all the new pieces of custom content coming out again which makes me inspired to be honest. so, my google doc and my notes pages are exploding with ideas.. which is a good thing.. i suppose.. that i'm slowly becoming creative in my own time, things are flowing and talking to you amazing hoomans also helps that. i am forever grateful to the friends that i have met and made on this website, you guys don't know how much i love and appreciate every single one of you whether it is shit talking, talking about cc or just checking in. i love you, so much. well, this is so longggg. i better go check on the munchkin i left napping in the sunlight as he enjoys looking at the sky. until next time,

love you, always. xoxo's, sushiikinsss.

[bomberqueen17]

solarpunk tallships bisexuals sequel

ok so. I did manage to finish the draft of that novel at the beginning of March, and I've mostly been able to let it sit while I started work on the sequel. I have already identified some structural edits I will need to make in order to make the sequel line up and have enough room for itself. (This is better than my fanfic writing process, where often i posted things before writing the follow up and then had to figure out how to get out of the corner i'd painted myself into lol, though more often than you'd think I did have a plan and had left myself wiggle room. well, it might be less often than you'd think, though.)

So anyone who had signed up to cheer-read or beta-read that, that's all up and available for comment now! Huge thanks to those who have responded, that was enormous and got me through the dark dark winter lol. I knew I couldn't get through that alone. But I'm not out of the woods yet and I would love some more company.

updates on sequel and a snippet behind cut:

I have about 50k of the sequel banged into chronological order by now, though it's still got a lot of... well the plot antagonists are just called [BADGUY] at the moment, among other things.

It is straight-up the first 20k of the solarpunk mammoths novel I published on Dreamwidth in 2018 or so, interspersed with new plot pulled from the setup in the first book, and a whole new direction for the mammoths novel which did peter out originally for want of coherent plot so this has fixed that.

I have to get it banged into shape but I am due to go back to work at the farm next week so I'm trying to decide-- I think I will put up the beta doc for comments in the same way, but I'm not sure who to include on it. I guess I'll put on everyone who signed up, whether they got around to vol 1 yet or not, with the understanding that life gets in the way sometimes, but also like-- no pressure, if you aren't interested anymore or super just don't have time, i'm not trying to be pushy.

I dunno, I don't have a process for this. Just know: vol 1 is complete but not finished, I will be rewriting it at some point, it's open to further discussion and possibly could use some structural critique as well as I'm never sure about my pacing etc, but I'm letting it sit for a bit right now to get the sequel approximately shaped and then I will be looking harder at feedback and such. (I know it needs a lot more physical descriptions and more vividness in the environment and I need to flesh out the worldbuilding and hammer out the bits where I have to depart from the Age of Sail Aesthetic to actually make my own shit, etc., and a lot of the Politics Etcetera will make a lot more sense once I get it properly framed in to support vol. 2.)

And so vol 2 is underway and I will soon be soliciting comments on that as well!

so, as promised, a snippet, and yes, we're getting different people's POVs in this volume so our POV here is Cpt Haines:

The University loomed, a tall stone wall with a gate and gatehouse, tall concrete and stone buildings behind. The guard in the gatehouse recognized Lt. Atkins, and waved at him, and Mel and the entourage trooped in behind him. “Now,” Atkins said, “the real test is, which part of the engineering department has custody of her today?” “Tom,” Mel said, catching his arm. There was a large animal in the courtyard they were approaching, a big shaggy brown thing that moved. “What is that.” Atkins stopped short, staring at it, completely stunned.  “It’s a fucking mammoth,” Kinsie said, astonished into swearing.  “Is that supposed to be here,” Mel said, instinct making her step in front of Kinsie, her arm across Atkins’s chest. Like she was going to be any real protection, but it was reflex. They were all armed, all carrying swords or knives, but nobody had a gun. And the creature was huge, and it had noticed them, and had its head up and its ears waving in interest.  “That’s a--” Atkins said, struggling to speak. “That’s--” He grabbed Mel’s wrist. “It’s all right. They’re-- citizens, here.” “They’re-- what?” Mel glanced over at him.  “They’re not animals,” Atkins said. He was staring at the mammoth with a rapt kind of intensity. He took a few steps forward, and Mel thought to stop him, to pull him back, but let him go. “They’re people. They can talk.” “Like the dolphins,” Mel said.  The mammoth waved its ears, and made a squeaky sound, surprisingly high-pitched, then turned away, moving slowly farther back into the courtyard, walking sideways. They cautiously followed, now all of them behind Atkins, who was walking more purposefully.  He walked right toward the creature, made a strangely formal gesture, and said, “Greetings, honored relative.”

[factorialsotherfandoms]

And now we step back from the angst for a bit for VintageBeef

The sun is already rising by the time Beef finds Etho in the staff refectory. He was beginning to think he had missed his friend, unpredictable as he could be, but it proved he was just later than usual.

"Hey there!" Beef calls, empty glass in hand as he takes up one of the limited seats.

"Hey," Etho squints at him. "Why are you awake."

"You mean I can't want to just see my friend?"

"It's light outside," Etho replies, and yawns. "Not light /enough/ for students, but light. If you just wanted company, you'd have been by last night."

"You've got me there," Beef shrugs. "I did want to see you as well, but I need some tokens redoing?"

"Already?"

Etho is trying to sound uninvolved, but Beef has known the elf long enough to hear the worry in his tone.

"Eh, just a busy night," Beef yawns, as though his body is trying to prove his point. "The chickens found a way to dig up more bones."

"Not the dogs?"

"The dogs know not to dig up animate ones."

"... How bad was it?"

Another shrug, "I'm not hurt, if that's what you're asking. But I got through more than half the bag."

"Let me see?"

Beef digs his token pouch from his pocket, and upends it onto the table. The still good ones - humming with the magic of most of his friends - scatter across the desk. He then digs the spent ones from another pocket, tossing them over.

Cracks run down the now spent tokens, torn apart as Beef tugged from them the magic he cannot generate for himself.

Etho spends a little time looking them over, before handing the good ones back.

"They'll be done by the end of the week," he promises. "You want company until then?"

Beef knows what the offer is. Years ago it might have annoyed him, the implication that he cannot handle himself. Now, though? When he's not just looking after the grounds, but fending off attacks of up to twenty skeletons a night? Often as the only person even awake?

"Don't you have classes to teach?"

"Eh, they're all doing project work or exams. They don't need me."

So, Etho is absolutely not supposed to be offering, then. It's a bit of a shame - some company on the night shift would be good at times.

"I've got the emergency bell if I need it," he reasons. "I'll bother someone who isn't busy, if I get too lonely."

"Just, don't be a stranger?" Etho requests.

"Of course not! It's Doc's birthday next week; Scar and Mumbo are watching the gardens so I can take a few nights off and join you. If anything, I'm just working a bit extra to ensure we're not bothered."

Alright, that's not at all how the skeletons work - they show up either when they're disturbed (normally moles), or the Lord of Evil stirs them up. Then again, with the number he's ground up into fertiliser recently... Perhaps the local collection will be wearing out.

Another yawn, another look from Etho.

"You'd better get to bed before Bdubs catches you."

Beef shakes his head as he gets up, "it's starting to seem like you don't want me."

"We all know we only keep you for your raspberries."

It's certainly not the only reason.

Beef plays into it anyway.