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#quick before the sleep meds kick in
norrisleclercf1 · 10 months
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Double Trouble
Pairing: Charles x Pierre x Reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Poly relationship, slight suggestive smut, Charles is in a crash, jealous boyfriends
Words: 1.7K
Requested: Yes/No
A/N: Ya girl has got her ADD meds back and will be back to her normal schedule kick as writing tomorrows, and promise the next poly fic I do, is better
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"Charles get over it, he asked first, and I agreed." Groaning over the phone, you pack your suitcase to head to Spain. You hadn't seen your boyfriends and were starting to miss them dearly. "SO?! You're ours. Why are you even going to the Red Bull garage?" Charles snips, hearing the busy streets of Barcelona around him.
"Max asked; we're childhood friends, Charles; Pierre doesn't have a problem with it." You knew pulling the Pierre card would work. "No. Y/n, I don't care that Pierre said it was okay; I'm not okay with it." You stop folding your clothes, shocked that Charles wasn't backing down on this. The dynamic in your relationship was that people didn't push. They thought the 3 of you were just excellent friends. Not dating.
"Charles, Pierre said it was fine. Why do you still have a problem with this? I thought you liked Max?" You ask, zipping up your suitcase and sitting on the bed, hating how cold it felt without your boys here. "Of course I like Max; he's a great friend. But does that mean I like my girl having someone else's last name on her back? Of course not!" You hear a ding, probably Charles entering the hotel.
"Hey, who are you talking to?" You hear Pierre's voice and smile, wishing you could be there now. "Pierre! Tell Charles you're okay with it!" You yell through the phone, hearing Charles curse and put you on speaker. "Okay, with what?" Pierre asks, opening his and Charles's hotel room and ushering him in quick before people notice them.
"Her going to the Red Bull garage and wearing Max's number and name on her back." Pierre is silent and not wanting to start an argument. He just nods. "Yeah, I'm fine with it." Pierre tugs his shirt off, watching Charles begin to fume. "Fuck it, just get here as soon as you can Mon lapinou." (my bunny) Charles hangs up and stares at Pierre's back.
"You aren't okay with it, are you?" Pierre whisps around and glares. "Of course, I'm not okay with it! But it would've started an argument, and I don't want her mad at us before she visits." Charles scuffs but can understand why he didn't want to anger you. "Can we go to bed? Her flight leaves soon, so let's sleep, and then she'll be here." Pierre moves to the bed and lays down, pulling Charles with him.
Pierre adjusts Charles to have his head resting on his chest. Fingers run through Charles's hair, making the younger one calm down. Pierre is close to sleep when Charles's voice breaks his silence. "Why, Max, though?" Pierre groans loudly. "Go to sleep Char."
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"Max, you didn't have to pick me up." You laugh, hugging the Dutch driver, who embraces you in one big bear hug. "Of course, I had to. Besides, any chance to make Pierre and Charles jealous." You stop, staring at Max, who smiles at you, like an innocent child that's actually guilty.
"You know?" Worry clawing at you. The reason is that the 3 of you agreed to hide your relationship. The world has come a long way, but with their status, you weren't ready to share. "Of course, the way they stare at you. How they rip anyone's head off when they touch you. Or maybe it was when I found the 3 of you at my party in the bathroom, and Charles was-" "Oh god! Okay!" You yell, covering your very red face. "Yeah, you said that a lot."
"Max!" You screech, chasing after your best friend in the airport, laughing as he runs faster than you. He reaches the car, throws the suitcase into the back, and opens the side door. "I won't tell anyone. Though I must say," Raising his hand, he offers you a high-five which you give him, rolling your eyes.
"You're a child." You chastise, making him giggle, opening the passenger side door for you and helping you. "So? How does it work?" Max asks, starting the car and heading towards the track. "What sex? Well, Charles is very su," "NO!" Max yelps, giggling; you pat his head and sigh. "Dating them. How does dating them work?" Max looks over at you. Seeing your smile, he knows he isn't kicking ass.
"Like any other couple. They aren't dating dating. You know, they have to feel for each other. But they just cuddle and kiss each other on the forehead or their heads. The very rare kiss on the lips." Shrugging, Max hums and moves one hand, lacing his fingers with yours.
"I've missed you. It'll be good to have you in the paddock." Max pulls his hand away, patting the back of your head, watching you go deep into thought as he drives to the track.
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Walking out of the Red Bull hospitality, you see Charles and Pierre giggle.
"Mon vilain!" (my naughty) You yell, causing Charles to whip around and smile brightly.
"Y/n!" Charles yells and bolts around the people, scooping you up. Legs wrapping around his waist, holding him tight, you both inhale each other's scent. "Out of people's view." Strong hands pull you both out of view and into a dark corner between hospitalities. "Pierre." You whisper, feeling those strong fingers move over your body and pull you into his chest.
"Mon mimi." (My pussycat) Pierre sighs, pulling your face out of Charles's neck and turning you to face him as he kisses you deeply. Tongues mixed, teeth nipped at your lip, soft moans passed between you. "Shhh, people will hear." Charles whimpers in your ear from you grinding on him as Pierre pulls away, gasping for air.
"Stop, fuck, stop before I come right here," Charles whines, having Pierre pull you off your boyfriend, the both of you giggling at how flustered Charles is. "Shut it. I can't help that I've missed yo- What are you wearing?" Charles asks, finally seeing your appearance, and get ready to have a giant ass fight.
"Is that Max's shirt?" Charles's question was low, almost a whisper. Pierre looks down at your back, seeing Verstappen clear across your back. Looking up, they lock eyes. Pierre steps to Charles's side and tries to remain calm. "Yes?" Pierre scuffs, causing you to make a face at Pierre. "Take it off." You laugh and shake your head, wanting to support your best friend; why should you.
"No. You said it was fine, Pierre. Why are you changing your mind now?" You bite back on your attitude, knowing it wouldn't help you. "Okay, that was before I saw his name on our girl," His hand reaches out and wraps around your neck, pushing you gently against the wall, making you whine. "You're a Leclerc and Gasly girl; take that fucking shirt off. You're only allowed to have our names on your back. Change. Now." Pulling away, he smiles at you, then kisses you and walks off, leaving you and Charles alone.
"étoile, can't you understand why we're upset?" (Star) He asks, putting his body against yours knowing the pressure would calm you down. "No, because we're just friends, right?" Throwing it in his face was a low blow. Charles was the sweetheart out of you 3. He was the one most hurt by you both wanting to hide the relationship, and saying that made him flinch.
"That's not fair. Not fair." Charles pulls away, shakes his head, and leaves you alone. Throat tight, you walk back to Max's suit and stare at your image. You can see how they'd be hurt, especially Charles. You knew he'd be hurt with you wearing his biggest rival and the one who is constantly beating him. "Dammit."
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Charles and Pierre both had DNF'd. One from mechanical error, the other due to a crash, and now you sat in Pierre's driver's room, waiting for him so you could go to Charles and check on him together. "Mon Mimi." Looking up, you see Pierre's tired face; rushing to him, you hug him tight, knowing he is worried about Charles.
"Is he okay?" You ask not allowed to visit Charles, so you've been sitting here wearing one of his personal shirts, wanting to be wrapped in his scent. 'No, he was winning and crashed when he and Max collided. So, no, mon mimi, he is not okay." Pierre growls, hugging you tight, worried about Charles himself.
"Did I do this?" You knew that Pierre probably knew what you had said to Charles earlier. "Let's go see him." That was his answer, so you knew the answer. Pierre didn't want to admit it, but a small part of him was furious at you saying something like that to Charles, but he also knew it was in a moment of anger.
Walking to the door, you don't wait to knock and rush in, seeing Charles lying on the bed, having to be observed overnight. "Cha!" You yelp, throwing yourself on top of him; the Ferrari driver groans but holds you close. "I didn't mean it! I swear we're not friends. Okay, you're the love of my life. Please forgive me." You rush out, making him sigh, and adjust to laying on his chest and making room for Pierre.
The French man lays down and pulls you into him as you softly cry into Charles's chest, who holds you close. "You're both my life. I can't do anything without you, but wearing his.....his shirt was a low blow. We might be friends off the track, but seeing the woman who I love with each breath, punched a hole in me. What would it be like if Pierre or I did that?" He whispers in your hair and pulls you closer, hating to see you cry.
"I'm sorry, please don't. Just trying to be funny. Did I cause the crash because I got in your head?" You ask, but Charles chuckles. "No, My steering gave out, and I lost control. Crash due to power loss." You nod and move to lie between both boys. "Can we tell people soon?" You whisper, which has Pierre and Charles staring at each other before smiling brightly. "Hell yeah." Pierre tackles you both, squeals of laughter leaving you and Charles happy to not be hiding anymore.
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Hi, can i request a blurb about pierre where his gf suffers from chronic migraines? :( i need this in my life
Note: if you suffer from migraines, I hope you're feeling better!
Cw: migraines and theyr symptoms, emergency room
Work mixed with travelling to enjoy the last few moments alone with Pierre before the season began, which brought you very little sleep triggered a massive migraine. Pierre found you in your shared bedroom with all the curtains closed and covers pulled around you, already assuming you hadn't been feeling that well since you asked him for some painkillers on his way home from his training session.
"Amour, what's wrong?", he said at his regular voice tone that, right now, seemed like he was screaming, the groan you let out concerning him even more as he approached you. Searching for his hand on the mattress, you spoke quietly, "I'm having a terrible migraine", you explained, Pierre weighing out your options and opting to get some flannels from the bathroom a little soaked in cold water and resting them on your head.
"Do you want some snuggles? I don't want to make it worse for you though", he whispered, "yes, please. Just let me lay on this side so it doesn't hurt as much", you whispered back, having managed to drink the tea he made for you and appreciating how his fingers kept running lightly through your hair, his kisses on your head attempting to help the pain.
When morning came around and you were bent over the toilet, pouring the little food you managed to keep down out and the meds didn't seem to be working, Pierre took matters into his own hands, "I've seen your migraines before and they're never this bad", he said.
"Call Dr. Martin, her contact is on my phone", you whispered, wiping your mouth while he went to call your doctor. Coming back to you, Mick laced your fingers in his, "Dr. Martin said that we should go to the ER, she's on call today and can see you", he said, earning a small nod from you as he helped you to the bedroom.
Sitting you on the bed, he helped you rid of your clothes, his touch delicate and soft as he helped you change out of your top and into one of his comfortable hoodies and one of your sweatpants, "all done, my love, c'mon now, gently", he said as he helped you make your way downstairs to the car and carefully drove to the hospital.
The admission was pretty quick and after checking you, you were prescribed a stronger medication and while you waited for it to kick in, Pierre was holding you against him, checking every now and again with you on how you were feeling, giving you your juice and encouragung you to drink a little bit, his lips not leaving your skin for long as he peppered little kisses where he could reach.
When you were back home and feeling a lot better, actually able to keep the homemade soup down, you were cuddling on the sofa, your smaller headache allowing the quiet lullaby of one of your boyfriend's playlists to actually soothe you as you tried to show him how thankful you were for him, "I love you and I only want you to feel good, I'd do whatever it takes to make you feel better", he whispered lovingly.
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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months
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Hii so idk if u are planning on doing a part 2 for the stepcest or angst for a part 2 but I was wondering if you could write an angst about how they sneak around and eventually get caught?? It’s ok if ur not planning on a pt 2 😭 love ur writing style btwwww
Yasss I hope you like it! I wanted to post this last night but my sleep meds kicked in before I got to finish this part. There will be a part 3, as long as people want to read it:)
Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2
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This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Part 1, Part 3
Summary: Your mom and Ethan's dad come home early, catching you in the act.
*there are mentions of a panic attack and some violence-related things, nothing too graphic...except the sex stuff:)*
A/N: I didn't think a lot of people would like the first part of this, and I kinda left this part on a cliffhanger because I love to be dramatic lol. If y'all want a part 3, let me know:)
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You frowned when you looked at your phone and saw that your mom and Ethan’s dad would be home in a few hours. It was like everything changed after that first night. You were both loving the time you got to spend together, not just the sex. It really bummed you out that he could’ve potentially been a good boyfriend, but thanks to your mom getting swept off her feet by his dad, there’s no way it could work now.
You could tell that Ethan hated it, too. If it was up to him, they’d never come back, and he’d have you all to himself. He knew it wasn’t right, but he was catching feelings. The only thing that was going to get him through the rest of the summer was knowing that you were going to the same school in the fall. No parents, and no one would know that you were his stepsister.
“Hey cutie, what are you doing?” he asked, as he walked into the kitchen to see you in front of the counter, your back turned to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder.
He got concerned when he heard you sniffle, so he turned you around to face him. “What’s wrong?”
You wiped tears off your cheeks as you looked at him.
“Everything’s wrong. THIS is wrong,” you said, your hand gesturing between the two of you.
“I thought you liked the last couple days,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the linoleum tiles on the kitchen floor. He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t breaking.
“I did, Ethan! That’s the problem. I don’t want this to end,” you cried, as he pulled you into his arms.
“It doesn’t have to,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “We can make everything work. It’ll be okay.”
“How? There’s no way,” you mumbled into his chest as he soothingly rubbed your back.
“We just have to keep it a secret.”
You hated that idea but knew it was the only option. He stepped back to wipe the stray tears off your cheeks, before leaning down to kiss you.
He started to pull away, but you pulled him back in. Your lips moved so well with his, desperate to go at it again before your mom and Wayne returned home.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to be quick,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and checking the time. “Dad said they left a little early, so they’ll be here in an hour.”
“Your bed or mine?” you asked, lacing your fingers in his.
“I like yours. It’s more comfortable,” he said, “I should really complain about that.”
“Yeah, then we’d have to explain why you know how nice my bed is,” you laughed, leading him to your room.
He helped you out of your clothes, not wanting to waste a single second of the time you had left. He started to strip, his clothes joining yours in the pile on the floor.
“What do you want, babe?” he asked, his hands running up your sides as you stood in front of him.
“I want to ride you,” you said, his eyes darkening at the thought.
“Since I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait to do it again, can I please eat your pussy first?”
“Please,” you whispered, as he pushed you back on the bed.
His head was between your thighs within seconds, his mouth working its magic. His tongue darted in and out of your dripping core, trying to get every last drop of you.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimpered, your hands running through his hair.
He gripped your thighs as he ate you out, pulling you as close to his face as possible.
His tongue started to focus on your clit, circling it with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” you cried out, your grip tightening on his hair. He groaned, the feeling making you arch your back.
You started to move your hips against his tongue as your orgasm began to build, craving that sweet ecstasy. Your brain got foggy as you started to hit your peak. The only thing you could think about was how amazing he was making you feel as you tried to form words.
“I’m gonna-“ was all you got out, before your body started to shake. He slid his tongue back inside your pussy, massaging your fluttering entrance with it.
Ethan loved seeing you like this. The pleasure coursing through your veins and knowing he’s the one that caused it, made his cock throb.
He laid down beside you after he got you through your orgasm. “Come on, baby. Get on top of me.”
You sat up, the tingling feeling in your body fading as you straddled him. Your lips went to his as your pussy rubbed against him. He was gasping at the friction against his erection, but he needed to be inside of you.
“Condom,” he mumbled against your lips.
You sighed as you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed one, making a mental note to put them back under your bed when the two of you were done.
You started to stroke him, a low groan slipping past his lips, before you rolled the condom on him.
You both moaned out when you sank down onto him, before he muttered “So fucking tight.”
His hands went to your hips as you started to move, your pace building up quickly. The palms of your hands were pressed against his chest as you rolled your hips against his. You knew you didn’t have a lot of time left, and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. He watched the way your tits bounced as you rode him, pulling you forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, the position of your hips making it easier for him do drill into your g-spot as his thrusts started to meet yours.
Both of your movements completely stopped though, as you heard heavy footsteps walking past your door.
Ethan’s wide eyes connected with your terrified ones, as Wayne yelled “Ethan, where are you?” from his bedroom a few doors down from yours.
You were frozen in fear as you were still on top of him. “Baby, you gotta get up,” he whispered. You tried to, but it was too late once the doorknob to your room turned, your mom walking in. The smile on her face dropped as she saw you, a look of disgust on her face.
“Get dressed, now,” she said through gritted teeth, your heart pounding in your chest as tears started to form in your eyes.
She walked out, slamming the door behind her. You looked down to see Ethan’s tomato-red face, “Oh my god.”
He wiped your tears away as they slid down your cheeks, “We need to get dressed, baby. You need to get off me.”
You raised your hips as he slid out of you, your body now shaking in your fear. He slid the condom off, throwing it in the wastebasket and quickly putting his clothes on. You heard arguing from the living room as you tried to get dressed, your hands shaking as Ethan came over to help you.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, pulling your shirt down over your head.
“How the fuck is this okay?” you whispered, as he helped you put your jeans back on.
“Look, I’ll say this was all my fault,” he said, before kissing you for what you felt would be the last time.
“It’s not, though.” Tears flowed down your cheeks as you felt your chest getting tighter.
“Hey, breathe, baby,” he said, pulling you into his chest so he could rub his hands across your back.
You heard footsteps outside of the door again, Wayne yelling, “Ethan, get out here now!”
He pulled away from you, his own anxiety creeping up as he made his way towards the door. The footsteps headed back to the living room as the arguing continued.
You followed Ethan, not wanting him to take the fall for this, even though his eyes pleaded with yours for you to let him.
“Your perverted son took advantage of my daughter!” your mom yelled, anger dripping off her words.
“You said she was on top of him! How do you know it wasn’t the other way around?!” Wayne snapped.
Your mom was about to say something, when she noticed Ethan standing in the doorway, and you right behind him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you little creep?” she asked, walking towards Ethan.
“Stop!” you screamed at her. She stopped in her tracks, looking you over. You’d never raised your voice at her. “I’m the reason this happened.”
Wayne scoffed in the background as your mother’s face dropped.
“No, you’re not. Stop talking,” Ethan said, as your mom got closer to Ethan, her hand connecting with his face. The sharp slap made your ears ring as Wayne started to yell. “Don’t touch my son!”
“Your son had no problem touching my daughter!” she screamed. “Get out. Both of you.” She said coldly, looking between Ethan and Wayne.
“Mom, please calm down. I know this is bad, but-“ she cut you off before you could finish speaking.
“I don’t even know who you are.”
A sob slipped past your lips as you felt your chest getting tighter again, your panic attack rushing over your body as you struggled to breathe. Ethan turned to look at you. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe.”
“Don’t you fucking speak to her,” your mom snapped, pulling Ethan away from you. “I never should’ve trusted you alone with her.”
“Stop blaming this all on Ethan! We don’t even know what the story is!” Wayne yelled, as Ethan started to get mad.
“You want to know what the fucking story is? You two got married before you even asked us how we felt about it! I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, she didn’t either,” Ethan yelled, “I wish you two would’ve thought about asking us how we felt about it, because I would’ve told you I hated the idea of living down the hall from the girl I caught feelings for. Having to refer to her as my stepsister makes me feel so fucking sick to my stomach. I hate this!”
Your mom walked over to you, trying to calm you down when she noticed your breathing wasn’t normal. Your vision got hazy as you struggled to take more than shallow breaths. “Hey, Ethan! Help me!” your mom yelled, as you dropped to your knees.
He bolted towards you, lifting you back up to hold you against him as he swayed with you in his arms, trying to calm you down. His arms around you were soothing, as you started to inhale deeper than you were able to seconds before.
Your mom stood there, watching the two of you. She was still mad, but there were other things she and Wayne needed to talk to you about.
“We’re separating,” your mom said, as you pulled your head away from Ethan’s chest. “We did rush into this.”
Wayne’s head nodded as he stared at the floor.
“Why did you go on that trip then?” you asked, your words still shaky as you calmed down.
“We went on the trip to see if there was any way we could make this work. We ended up heading home early because we knew we couldn’t,” Wayne said, as Ethan looked over to him.
“You seemed so happy,” Ethan said, as Wayne chuckled.
“We didn’t want you two to worry. We were going to make things seem normal until you guys went off to school.”
“We were going to tell you when you came home for Thanksgiving,” your mom said, a hint of sadness in her voice. “At this point, I think we should start to think about Wayne and Ethan moving out, as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, I’ll reach out to my friend that’s a realtor in the morning,” Wayne said, still not looking up from the floor.
You stood there next to Ethan, not sure how to feel. Your mom and Ethan’s dad weren’t showing a lot of emotion.
“I think we need to have a conversation,” your mom said to you, gesturing for you to come with her. Your scared eyes met with Ethans before you followed her through the house and out the side door. You both took a seat on the patio chairs, as she took a deep breath. “How long has that been going on?”
“You mean, how long have I had a crush on him? Or what you walked in on?” you asked, your gaze not meeting hers.
“Were you interested in him before you knew I was seeing Wayne?” she asked, smoothing a wrinkle out of her shirt as she spoke.
“Yeah, I’ve liked him for the last couple years,” you admitted, “I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”
“I wish you would’ve told me,” she sighed, “Maybe it would’ve stopped me from making my mistake.”
She let out a small laugh, as you started to feel sad for her. “Mom, why did you get married without talking to me about it?”
“I don’t know, I think I just didn’t want to be alone. Wayne felt the same way. We both had a child going off to college, and our houses were going to be empty. I knew you’d think we were moving too fast.”
You both sat in silence for a few minutes, deep in thought.
“This thing between you and Ethan can’t happen. At least not while he’s in the same house as you,” she finally spoke. “I’m not sure what people will think, but the marriage did only last a few months.”
“Seriously?” you asked, a smile forming on your lips.
“I need to know though, were you being safe with him?” her heart was pounding as she asked the question, hoping your answer would be what she wanted it to be.
“Yes,” you said, as she let out a sigh of relief.
“I know you’re going to be here with him alone while Wayne and I are both working, at least until they get another house. I’m going to ask Wayne if he’d help me put up cameras in the house. Just so I know you aren’t doing things you shouldn’t be,” she said, as you felt the small glint of happiness fade to anger.
“That’s a serious invasion of my privacy,” you said, before she put her hand up.
“I’m not going to put them in the bedrooms or the bathroom. I just want one in the main hallway, one in the living room, and one in the kitchen. I meant what I said earlier when I said I didn’t know who you are,” you heard the disappointment in her voice again.
“This is stupid,” you said, getting up and walking back through the side door.
Ethan was sitting on the couch talking to his dad as you made your way through the house. His eyes were on you, observing the pissed look on your face. When you walked into your room and slammed the door, he had this awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.
That night, Ethan and his dad went to the store to get the cameras. You soon heard the sound of the drill outside of your door as they mounted a camera to the wall in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, irritated at the sound and the privacy you no longer had.
“Hey, I picked up some food,” Wayne said against your door. As pissed as you were, you were still hungry. You opened the door and took the bag from him but noticed Ethan behind him on a ladder with the drill. His shirt raised up a little, showing his toned stomach as he installed the camera. He winked at you when his eyes connected to yours.
“Goodnight,” Wayne said, moving away from the door. You closed it behind him and pulled out your phone to text Ethan.
You: I can’t believe you’re helping with this
A few minutes after the drilling stopped, you got a response from Ethan.
Ethan: Did you forget that I’m good with technology? I have a plan
You smiled as you read it, curious to know what his secret plan was.
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andhumanslovedstories · 3 months
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Hey so your post about pain management as a bedside nurse is so important to my own nursing practice that I've considered printing it out so I can have it to hand all the time. So thanks for that. Also, how do you deal with assignments that are busy enough that pain management is harder than it should be? I'm coming up on two years as a nurse and I feel like I take it personally when I am too busy to adequately manage my patients pain. I'm also coming from a newly unionized hospital where the ratios are still horrendous (I do 1:10 on med surg) and I'm hoping once we can enforce our staffing grids it'll be better but idk I'm burning out and I love my job so much and I really respect your nursing philosophy? I guess. Sorry for the word vomit it's been a crazy shift.
I've been trying to think of how to answer this since I got it. It's just such a horrendous ratio. With ten patients a shift, that's like six minutes an hour for each in a fantasy world where there's no charting and everything is exactly where you need it to be. I feel like I don't have great insight into this because the most med surg patients I've had assigned is five. Ten patients to one nurse is just a raw deal for everyone. Like christ no wonder you feel like you're burning out! I'll give you what thoughts I have and hopefully other people can chime in if they have suggestions. But that's such a hard patient load.
When I've been super swamped, I've found that's when being really explicit about your thinking with the patient helps. Like if I have to dash into a room and then dash back out, I'll make sure the board is updated with the next medication time and that the patient knows when the medication is going to kick in. I'll also provide call light parameters. I have a lot of success telling people, "the med should be doing something by 5:30. If I haven't checked in with you by then, and the pain is unchanged or barely changed, hit your call light and we'll try the next step. Also hit your call light if you feel any sudden change, like now you're nauseated or you have a headache or the type of pain changes or something just feels very wrong. Is there anything you need before I step out of the room?"
I like to be explicit about when to call me because I think there's two directions call light usage can go wrong: someone calls all the time, or someone never calls. With someone who calls all the time, I find that telling them when I'll be back and that I want them to call me if I'm not takes away some of that anxiety that can causes some people to call frequently. Often those patients are afraid that if they aren't on the call light, they're gonna get ignored.
For the other type of patient, the one that doesn't call, I want to make explicit that it's GOOD AND NORMAL TO CALL YOUR NURSE WHEN YOU HAVE SYMPTOMS. We've all had that patient at the end of shift who goes, "btw the gnawing pain in my leg is now a 10/10" and you're like "what gnawing pain sir?? you've literally never mentioned it before now?? I don't have any meds for that lemme page super quick????" These patients can get into pain crises easily because they don't ask for help until something is unbearable. In addition to pain crisis bad, it takes a lot more time to deal with something unbearable than it does to deal with something uncomfortable.
On that note, are you spending your very limited time efficiently? To me, that actually means spend more time talking with patients, at least up front. Manage expectations, make sure people know what to expect. Having conversations with patients that are like, "You just had surgery, it's not gonna happen that we get you completely painless. We want to get you to a manageable pain level that allows you to do whatever it is you most want to do this shift." (For me on nights, that's usually sleeping at least a little, but sometimes the realistic goal you make together is that you will feel at some point better than you feel right now.) "You have this medication scheduled, and you have this one available every X hours when your pain is severe. Is there anything you know that helps you deal with pain?"
Also establish if patients want to be woken up for certain prn medications or if they're sleeping, to let them sleep. With some patients, I will advise them to get woken up for pain medication because I know that they're going to need consistent control to avoid a crisis. (Crises take so much time!)
When I'm crunched for time, I'm fond of bringing in an ice pack and being like "if it works, great, if it doesn't, just take it off, either way here it is." Sometimes I'll do the same with a warm blanket. If I know my patient needs to take pills, I'll bring a cup of water with me into the room. If there's a basic prn like melatonin or tylenol that I think they might want, I'll pull them in advance. If the patient doesn't want them, I return them next time I'm in the med room. (Obviously, don't do this with controlled substances. It's super easy to forget to return them, and not returning opioids is one of those whoopsies people get fired over.)
Decision making takes time. Walking to go get stuff takes time. I want to save the time it takes to assess if the patient needs those things and then walk off to fetch them by just having the things already. If your tightest resource is time, be liberal with resources you can spare. If you're stuck with a patient, do you have anyone you can delegate a prn med pass to? Do you know how to do the absolute minimum charting you need to? Do you have flushes and alcohol wipes and whatever other most common things you need? And since you can't hoard time, if you've got some to spare, ask yourself if there is anything you can do now that will save you time later. If you have five free minutes now and an incontinent patient, getting them up to the bathroom now can save you from taking the time for incontinence care and a bed change later on when they've also sundowned and decide they hate everything but most of all you.
So much of this answer I realize is investing as much time upfront as you can, which I realize is so hard when you are so busy. It sucks immensely that prepping takes much less time than not being prepared does when you don't always have time to prep. Plus when you invest that time to pain plan with patients and do small preventative interventions, I think it also provides some psychological comfort that helps with pain. You're letting them know you're invested and you care and you have a plan, even if you don't have all the time you'd like. That can mean better pain control, which can mean needing to spend less time in that room overall, meaning you can save six whole minutes at some point and maybe even, if we're feeling crazy, get a chance to indulge in that greatest of indulgences: just a real leisurely on-shift piss.
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onechicagolife · 11 months
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prayers
summary: prompt 33 - in which chicago med goes on lockdown
requested? yes by anonymous (x2)
word count: 1426
warnings: active/mass shooting (i know this is canon with the triggers of the show but this is a particularly tough topic; there is nothing explicit or descriptive other than gunshots being heard)
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You make your way back towards the emergency department with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, the cafeteria coffee being surprisingly better than whoever stocks the doctor’s lounge with some weird, flavored crap you can’t keep down. This feels like the longest shift of your life, rarely getting a break from the craziness of a Chicago hospital. You take a long sip, savoring the taste when your pager beeps on your waist. You groan to yourself, not wanting to have to toss your coffee and run to the ED, even though it is a relatively short distance now. When you finally tug the pager free from where it is clipped to your scrubs, your breath hitches in your throat as you read the letters staring back at you.
CODE SILVER.
Racking your brain for an email about a drill that you may have skimmed over, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest like an anvil on metal sending a ringing through your ears. This has to be a drill. You learn about what to do in active shooter situations, but you never thought one would actually happen at a hospital. The small hope that this was somehow not real squashes when three quick shots ring out and your head shoots up, the sound scaring you so bad that you drop the cup in your hand. Coffee splashes on your feet and the brief shocked silence is suddenly filled with screams.
You’ve been trained for this. You’ve been trained for this. You’ve been trained for this.
Everything you learned flew out the window the second you heard those shots sounding too close for comfort and you stand there, frozen. You only snap back to yourself when a frantic woman bumps into you as she runs by with her young child in her arms. It works like a bucket of cold water on a sleeping form, and you start taking in your surroundings. Your eyes dart in every direction, watching as people run and attempt to hide as more shots ring out.
When your eyes land on a door that has a locked card scanner, you kick it into gear. You run over and swipe your access card, watching the red light turn green and waiting for the click to open the door. Glancing back over your shoulder, you spot a group of people trying to shield themselves poorly behind furniture, and you call out to get their attention. When one elderly man meets your eyes, you check both ways to make sure the coast is clear before gesturing them over.
Once everyone in sight is ushered inside, cramming as tightly as possible in the uncomfortably small storage space, you close the door and sit with your back against it. Closing your eyes for a second, you let out a long breath through your nose to try and slow your breathing. One woman’s sobs reach your ears, and your eyes fly open. You bring a finger to your lips and shush her, feeling bad for the harshness but knowing now is not the time for niceties. Someone has to be in charge, and it’s going to be you.
Now that you’ve had a moment to catch your breath with the solid barrier between the rest of the hospital, the severity of the situation hits you. Immediately, you pull out your phone from the inner pocket of your lab coat. The brightness is stark in the almost pitch-blackness of the room and you hurry to turn the brightness all the way down before it can be seen through the space under the door. Eyes adjusting to the screen, you notice the dozens of text messages and missed calls.
Will Halstead: where the hell are you
Will Halstead: there’s a shooter in the ED
Will Halstead: WHERE ARE YOU
Maggie Lockwood: There’s multiple people down in the ED.
Connor Rhodes: Locked in the hybrid OR with Will. Shooter somewhere in the hospital. Where are you?
Maggie Lockwood: Are you safe?
Jay Halstead (14 missed calls)
You respond to the texts first, assuring that you are safe and exactly where you are. It takes a few moments longer than usual due to the shaking of your hands that you can’t gain control of. You’re a doctor, your job relies on steady hands. Yet here you are, struggling to construct a sentence that makes sense. Once you manage, though, you tap the call button on your boyfriend’s contact. Bringing the phone to your ear, you listen as it goes straight to voicemail without even ringing. Meaning his phone is off. Hopefully meaning that he’s responding to this very scene. Hopefully meaning you won’t die without being able to tell him that you’re in love with him. You close your eyes shut to hold back the tears, knowing that if you break down, there’s no way the other dozen people in here will be able to keep it together.
It feels like hours go by in harrowing stillness, but in reality, it was probably shorter than that. Truthfully, you have no idea. It could have been days or seconds, and you wouldn’t know the difference. The sobs around you have quieted, with some of the people falling into silent prayers and hugging the complete strangers beside them. You even pray yourself, to any god or being that will listen, to get you out of this and back to the people – the person – you love. But the silence is interrupted when footsteps echo through the halls outside where you’ve found shelter, and the sobs of a few come back in full force, others trying their best to smother the sounds.
You bring a still-shaking hand up to your mouth, stifling the short breaths as your strength fractures and a few tears trail down your cheeks as the footsteps get closer. When they seem to come to halt just behind where you sit, there's only two inches separating you from whoever is outside. 
You hold your breath.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes fly open at the sound of the love of your life’s voice. You quickly move to stand up when a young girl, maybe ten, tugs harshly on your pant leg. Glancing down, you meet her frightened eyes and do your best at a reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” you glance around the room with a soft nod, “that’s the police.” Heavy gasps and relieved cries fill the room as you manage to spin around in the cramped space, gripping the handle and yanking the door open.
Immediately, your eyes land on Jay, and a sense of peace washes over you. The feeling is mirrored in his eyes as he takes you in, checking you for nonexistent injuries before you all but launch yourself at him. His arms circle your waist as yours wind around his neck with a grip so tight you’re nearly choking him, but he doesn’t even mind. Jay lifts you off the ground slightly to move out of the way, allowing the other dozen people to come out and be helped by the various other officers. 
“Thank god,” you choke out, tears now flowing freely.
“It’s okay,” Jay mumbles into your hair, one hand migrating to cradle the back of your head, “You’re okay.”
After a few moments of being calmed in his embrace, you pull away just enough to meet his eyes. “Is everyone okay? Did you find Will and th—” you start to ask, words tumbling out of your mouth faster than you can think them.
“Everyone’s okay,” Jay assures, both hands moving to cup your cheeks, “A few bystanders and a nurse were shot, but everyone is going to live. I found Will in the ED; he told me where you were.” 
You close your eyes and nod at his words, signaling that you understand them.
Swiping a tear off of your skin, Jay says your name like a prayer and you open your eyes once again. “When you didn’t answer your phone, I—I thought,” he struggles to get the words out, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just… I can’t imagine you not here. I love you, Y/N.”
The words hit your ears and it’s a melody you want to listen to for the rest of your life. Jay has never said that to you before and now you never want him to stop.
You manage a watery smile, leaning in until your forehead touches his, “I love you.”
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ayanominitrash · 4 months
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Stay Awake For Me (Sukuna x reader)
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I first posted this on Ao3 here.
**contains cussing and mentions of taking medication One shot where the reader is a sleepy university student and Ryomen Sukuna is the infamous mean frat boy classmate. An encounter in class resulted in him finding out you're taking meds for anxiety.
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University certainly kicks ass, and it certainly is incredibly expensive. You try your best to keep up with the never-ending piles of homework and your hectic part-time night shift job at the nearby fast food chain. The pay was shit but you'd do anything to support yourself instead of relying solely on your siblings' money to help you through school.
Unfortunately, you couldn't keep up with it all with your past school schedule, so you dropped one of your subjects and replaced it with one that's a bit later than usual. This is hilarious on your part because after lunch was usually when your sleep-deprived self has caught up with you and you end up dozing off in that class almost all the time.
Today was no different. Your eyelids feel heavy as you take a seat. It wasn't your usual seat but you couldn't care less as your head falls down in your arms as you take a nap while the class was waiting for the professor.
It wasn't long till you were shoved off of your seat and onto the floor, squealing out in surprise as you rub your aching bottom from the fall.
"The fuck you think you're doing sitting on my chair, brat?"
The metal stands of the chair you once sat on grinds against the floor before the tall man takes a seat, looking down at you with a disgusted look on his face.
It was Ryomen Sukuna. He's a notorious frat boy who everyone feared. This wasn't your first time interacting with him so you weren't surprised by his brash behavior.
The same goes for the other people in the class. They stopped in their conversation when you fell, but seeing that it was Sukuna, they weren't surprised and went back to their own thing.
"S-sorry, I didn't know I was sitting at - "
"Well, now you know. Now, get the fuck out of my space." He says as he waved a hand like he is dismissing you.
You quickly gather the stuff that fell with you, scrambling to stand up. You hear something metallic fall out of your bag, to which you seem to notice Sukuna was going to say something about it when the professor finally shows up. You hurriedly find your usual seat at the back and plop down before the scary man can say anything else.
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It was finally the end of class and you managed to stay awake this time. The incident probably helped you stay alert. The class said their goodbyes to the professor and you were quick to gather your things and walk out the door. During the class, Sukuna keeps on looking back at you with a quizzical look on his face. You don't know what this means but you certainly aren't going to hang back after class to find out. For all you know, the man was thinking of different ways to murder you.
It was either he was fast as hell or you were moving too slow because he caught up to you in the middle of the hallway, pulling you by the back of your collar to stop you.
"Brat, stop walking so fast. Geez." Sukuna says as you turn around to look up at him.
"L-look, it was a little mistake. I didn't notice that it was your chair -"
"Shut up." He simply says before his hand reaches something from his pocket. "You dropped this, genius."
One look was all it takes before you immediately grabbed the metallic item from his hand. You quickly looked around to see if anyone saw the thing before sighing in relief.
"That some kind of birth control or something?"
"W-what?! Do I look like someone who has an active sex life for that kind of thing?!" You say, cheeks and ears turning pink at the ludicrous statement that left the tall man's lips.
He simply shrugs. "The fuck is it then?"
"I-it's my... .my prescription meds. F-for my anxiety. Please don't tell anyone."
"Oh," He has the same quizzical look he was giving you in class, but this time, it was more thoughtful. The tall man suddenly smiles widely. "So you're a psycho or something, then? Crazy?"
This was something that may seem normal for anyone, like off-handed teasing but this was a sensitive topic for you and something in you snap. Suddenly, you weren't afraid of the man in front of you anymore. You throw him a stormy look on your face, the best that you can muster that he actually looks a bit surprised. Without saying anything, you turn around to speedwalk out of the hallway, trying to get a good distance away from the prick.
"Woah, woah, there. What's the matter, struck a nerve?" Sukuna quickly caught up beside you. With him being taller than you, it was an easy few strides for him to fall in step beside you despite your efforts. "It was a joke, you silly fuck. Don't get all emotional on me, yeah?"
You didn't look back at him, your brows still furrowed and your eyes glued to the ground. Suddenly, he puts a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, much to your surprise.
"C'mon, let's have lunch together." He says in a soft voice that you were caught off guard a bit. "I'll try to make sure you don't fall asleep on your food."
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Ryomen Sukuna, the frat boy feared by everyone, wouldn't stop bothering you after that. He would follow you in between classes, hands in his pocket. Pestering you until you two fall into your usual banter, throwing insults just for shits and giggles. People were raising eyebrows about how Sukuna treated you. He was still being a prick but he's more mellow when it comes to you. Although he was starting to get annoyed at how you're always knocked out whenever he goes out looking for you.
"And here he comes," Your batchmate, Maki, says as your friend group watches Sukuna approach your table outside the schoolyard. This is where you, Maki, and Nobara hang out whenever the three of you have a free period. "And look, he even bought her a drink."
Nobara wiggles her eyebrows, "Wonder if that's the only thing he'll do to keep her up."
"I can hear both of you bitches." Sukuna says as he reaches the table.
He clicks his tongue when his eyes land on you, passed out on the table. There was a slight pool of saliva where your cheek met the table. It was gross but Sukuna secretly finds it adorable, with your hair matting against your forehead with your sweat.
"Now, whatever shall you mean? All we heard was the sound of love birds chirping in the air!" Maki teases, nudging Nobara with her elbow.
"Leave or I'll spill this drink on both of you."
Nobara puts her hands up as if to surrender. "Okay, okay. We'll leave you both to it. Y/n, your boyfriend's here!"
She nudges you lightly in an attempt to wake you to no avail. They leave the both of you as they make their way back to the University entrance.
Sukuna places the can of energy drink near your face as he takes a seat across from you. He looks at your sleeping face for a bit with a soft look in his eyes before shoving you harshly, almost falling off your seat like the last time.
"Stop sleeping, brat. Anymore sleeping and you might start missing me."
You wipe the drool off your cheek and raise an eyebrow at him. " Oh? Isn't it the other way around?"
"Why would I fucking miss you? I practically see your ugly face every day."
"Yeah, cus you keep following me. You even bought me an energy drink just to keep me awake, huh?." You cup the said beverage in hand, grateful that it's still cold.
"Don't feel too fucking special. Someone from my fan club bought that for me. I'll give it to you since I already had one."
"Liar," a smirk playing on your lips.
Opening the lid of the can, you take a sip from it as Sukuna watches you. You don't know when the two of you had gotten so close that you'd end up like this but you don't mind.
"Hey, why are you being so nice to me anyway?" You say as you settle the can back down the table.
Sukuna leans his head in his palm with a bored look. "I'm not being fucking nice to you. Who said?"
"I mean, you're clearly harsher with everyone else. So why am I different?"
"Exactly. Why are you different?"
You hit him with a deadpan and he just grins at you. "There's nothing much to it, brat. I'm just bored and I got nothing else to do."
"Mmhmm."
"And well," He continues, his eyes looking away from you. "My younger brother, Yuji, is on the same meds as you. So in a way, you kind of remind me of him."
"Do you happen to want to kiss your brother, by any chance?"
He scoffs, "Shut up smart mouth. Who says about anyone wanting to kiss you?"
"Just had a hunch, is all." You wiggle your eyebrows at him to which he just scoffs again, not missing the slight twitch of his lips.
Silence falls between the two of you for a while, engulfed in both of your own thoughts. You smiled at him suddenly, to which he lifts his brows in both question and surprise.
"Thank you for being nice to me." You say in a small voice.
He quickly looks away and you note that the tips of his ears turn pink.
"Fuck off, brat. You just think I'm nice to you because you're too busy sleeping to know how I really act."
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another mid plot and writing but i wrote this when i first started drinking antidepressants just to cope and to feel comforted
i hated it and stopped drinking it after a while tho ://
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sweetracha · 9 months
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its like im too anxious to sleep 😞 but i have been drinking lots of fluids!!! im sure my meds will kick in soon and hopefully let me drift off 🥹
on another note - could you maybe write a daddy!jeongin thing but its mostly just reader being obsessed with his hands? (totally not projecting 🥴)
Oh Sugars, I understand that feeling it is awful! I'm very glad to hear you are drinking lots of fluids! My Sweeties got to stay healthy!
Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)
Allergy Warning: Daddy Dom Jeongin x Sub reader, female pronouns, choking, gagging, and pet names
Daddy's Hands
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A soft light illuminated your room from the window on your right. You stretched and groaned, not wanting to face the world today. When you reached out to find comfort in your lover, he was gone. His spot in bed has a phantom warmth meaning his departure was not long ago. As your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor you hissed. You straightened out your sage green silk nightgown and made your way into the hall. It wasn’t long before the smell of toast and bacon filled your senses. If your suspicions were correct, you would find Jeongin in the kitchen.
“Good morning sleeping beauty” his chuckle at his own joke was raspier due to it still being the morning.
“Good morning prince charming” You strolled past him and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. While he was distracted you stole a piece of bacon.
“Wrong movies but I will let it pass because you are so adorable in the morning, princess. Now sit down and no more stealing food!” You followed his whiney instructions and sat at the kitchen island.
You watched Innie finish making breakfast but soon it was your turn to be distracted. Long and slender fingers grasped the whisk tight as he stirred the pancake batter. His other hand skillfully flipped the meat in the pan. When a bit you batter splashed out of the mixing bowl, he used two fingers to scoop it up and pop it into his mouth. How was this so sensual? You two had never fully discussed your addiction to his hands before. When he would tease you for staring too long you usually changed the subject or laughed it off. It was painfully obvious now, as you were soaking the seat below you, that you had a thing for his hands.
“Earth to y/n, baby? Hello?” it was clear he had noticed too. When you snapped back you saw the smug expression on his smirking lips. “Someone sees something they like?”
“I just spaced out while you were cooking, I am probably still tired” you deflected but he wasn't buying it.
“You just happened to be spacing out on my hands? You seem to be doing that a lot these days, hmmm” he grabbed something out from the fridge and set it in front of you. His hand cupped your face gently as he ran his thumb under your bottom lip. He stayed there and played for a second longer before pulling down your lip with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan left you. “if you are so distracted baby, maybe I need to give you something to do” he pulled the bowl closer and dipped his middle and ring finger into the sauce. “tell Daddy how this tastes.”
With that, he opened your mouth up and slide in the two fingers. He let the weight of the fingers sit on your tongue for a moment before he slides further and further back. The sweet taste of honey was left on their trail. As he inched towards the back of your throat you felt your gag reflex acting up. You attempted to pull away but Jeongin was quick to stop you with a hand to the back of your head. He cradled you in a position that should otherwise be sweet but inside was tainted with pure lust. “Uh Uh baby girl, no pulling away from daddy. Taste it” he looked into your watery pleading eyes with his own darkened cold ones. He slipped his fingers as far back as he could and gagged you. You fought back with a coughing fit as spit filled your mouth. When he was satisfied he retreated.
“Messy little thing for daddy” he cooed as the smeared your spit to coat your now plump lips. “What do we say, princess?”
“Thank you, Daddy” Your voice was almost gone at this point.
“Good girl” Along with his words went your panties as he ripped them off of you. “So fucking wet princess. All for me? Just a messy desperate thing for daddy, aren’t you?” he rubbed his hand up and down your cunt.
You moaned in pleasure at his soft petting movements but one particular motion elicited a gasp from you. Your clit hooked on his smooth cold metal rings and you couldn’t help expressing how good it felt. All of a sudden innie’s hand got wetter.
“Oh princess, you liked that? Are daddy’s rings cold on your hot skin? Must feel so nice”. He rubbed his rings into your spot with more intention and pressure now. He loved how you were falling apart in the kitchen chair, all because of his hands. Jeongin knew there wasn’t a single thought besides pleasure in your head. As he slipped in those same two fingers he used to gag you, the others wrapped around your throat.
His instant speed and pacing left you speechless. The fingers around your neck closed tighter and tighter the closer and closer you came to release. It was like his calling card to tell you he knew just how good he was fucking you. Then he hit that spot.
“FUC—DADDY!” you were begging and pulling away but being stopped by the back of the seat. You both knew however that you did not want this to end.
“Take it. Sit there and take it like the desperate girl you are. Finally getting fucked by my hands just the way you wanted.” His hand finally choked you fully. “So be grateful and cum for me”
Those words sent you over the edge as you spammed on his hands. He helped you ride out your high and was careful not to overstimulate you when he pulled out. Before he started aftercare however he had one more thing to do. Jeongin collected your juices on his fingers and shoved them back down your throat, the scene mirroring the one before. As you gaged he praised you.
“Daddy’s good girl”
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woso-fan13 · 6 months
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Sicktember 2023: 20 (USWNT)
Cramping Pain
You were trying your best to enjoy the movie playing, but the cramping in your stomach was making it almost impossible to focus. You had been lucky and managed to get a spot on one of the beds- well, it wasn’t luck so much as it was team bonding night was in Christen and Tobin’s room and they had saved you a spot between them. 
You managed to curl up in a ball and power your way through the rest of the movie. Christen and Tobin must have noticed something was wrong, as they quickly shooed everyone out of the room as soon as the credits began rolling.  As soon as the room was quiet, they retook their places on either side of you. 
“Y/N/N, you alright?” Tobin asks. 
You simply nod in response.
You hear Christen sigh before she places a gentle hand on your back and rubs lightly. 
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you are,” she says, “what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” you insist, “my stomach just hurts a little.”
“Okay,” Christen says, “are you hungry?”
You shake your head no in response. 
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Chris!” you shriek, your face flushing in embarrassment. 
“What?” she asks, face neutral, “I’m just trying to help.”
You feel Tobin nudge you slightly, “answer the question, kid.”
“No,” you respond firmly, “it’s just like a cramp-y feeling. I know it’s not my period, but I have no idea what it is.”
Neither woman has any clue, so they simply give you some pain meds and decide to keep you in their room overnight. Once they finally kick in, you fall asleep. 
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You awake in the middle of the night, the pain in your abdomen so much worse than when you fell asleep. 
“Chris, Tobes,” you whimper in the dark room, “it really hurts.”
The two women wake up, Christen flipping a lamp on to illuminate your figure. You’re still curled up in a ball, your face pale and sweaty. 
“It really hurts, please help,” you beg, voice hitching slightly through your pain. 
Now, the two women still have no idea what the problem is. But they both realize that there clearly is a serious problem and that they need to act quickly. 
They take turns, one staying on the bed next to you while the other hurriedly throws clothes on before switching. In less than five minutes from the time that you woke them, both women are ready to walk out the door. 
Christen grabs her bag that she knows includes a copy of your health information and Tobin grabs a keycard and their phones, and they hurry out the door. You hear the lock quick and count to three in your head before you hear the door unlocking and opening.
Tobin hurried back over to the bed, reaching down and pulling you into her arms. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would have found the situation humorous. Even in so much pain, you did have to admit it was a bit funny. 
Tobin leaves the room again- with you, this time- and speed walks down the hall towards the elevator. She meets up with where Christen is gesturing frantically while talking to a still half-asleep Becky, and Christen wraps up her explanation as the two of you near.
It’s a quick journey out of the hotel and a short drive in the rental car before the three of you reach the hospital. Tobin pulls the car up in front of the emergency room, allowing Christen to get out and carry you in while she goes and parks the car. 
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By the time the sun comes up, you’re in a hospital gown and freshly appendix-less. The two women are slumped into chairs in your room, forcing their eyes to remain open. It’s almost as if they fear that you’ll disappear if they allow themselves to sleep. 
Your teammates show up not too long after you’re awake and aware, and you watch as they force Christen and Tobin out of the room. You insist that you’re okay, sending them off to the hotel to get some sleep. 
It’s not like you weren’t well protected, there were a dozen girls standing around your bed staring intensely at you. You wouldn’t be having any privacy for a very long time. 
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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 16
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader
Word count: 3.8k
Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.
18+, minors DNI
Chapter 15 | Series Master List | Ao3
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Chapter 16
The thud of your steel-toed boots was loud in the near-empty Bounty Hunter’s hanger as you returned from the flight line to your office on Friday. Since the squadron was deployed, only a skeleton crew and the civilian DOD employees were in residence.
Plus, there was the odd Dagger who dropped in to chat.
Since you’d been back at work, someone had visited every day. Nat brought coffee. Bob poked his head in to chat for a few minutes. Reuben would swing by with snacks. And Javy? Javy showed up at the house with dinner. 
As much as you appreciated them checking on you, it was overwhelming. And exhausting. They wanted to ensure you were okay, so you tried showing that. You didn’t want them to worry, and for that to get back to Jake. So, if that meant putting on a brave face and joking with your friends, so be it.
In the week and a half since deploying, Jake had texted you a handful of times. Though the carrier had wifi, it was still difficult to coordinate a time to talk between his long shifts, your work schedule, and the time difference. The ship was still traveling, but you were already steadily moving toward the 17-hour time difference. After waking up the first morning to a missed text, you turned your phone off silent mode and slept with it on your pillow. On Tuesday, you’d been able to trade five messages with Jake before he went to bed and while you waited for the nausea meds to kick in to start your day. 
You were hoping to schedule a call with him over the weekend. No matter what time, you would make sure to be awake. 
Nudging your office door open, you pressed a hand to your rumbling stomach. You’d been running late to work this morning and hadn’t had a chance to eat anything. The quality assurance guys had asked for you to be on-site with them as they walked some government contractors - including your old coworker Glen - through an inspection to ensure that contract stipulations were being met. The baby was making their dissatisfaction with your empty stomach known, and another anti-nausea pill was in your immediate future. “I know,” you sighed, walking to your desk and kicking off the heavy boots you had to wear while on the flight line. “We’re getting something soon.”
After swapping the boots for flats, you grabbed your purse and cell phone. Phones weren’t authorized on the flight line, and you’d reluctantly left it behind. Which was why seeing a missed call from Jake knocked the breath from your lungs. Tears sprang to your eyes as you clicked on the voicemail.
“Hey, darlin’. I know you’re at work, but I had a couple minutes and thought I’d try to catch you. I…uh… I hate to say this, but we’re going radio silent. I’ll call you as soon as I can. I’m sorry, darlin’. I love you.” 
Quickly, you tried to call him back. It went straight to voicemail. On the off chance he could listen to the message, you cleared your throat and forced your tone to be bright. “Hey, babe. Sorry I missed you - I was out on the flight line. You know how the QA guys are about phones, and I didn’t want to get written up for a safety breach. Apple and I miss you, but we’re okay. Tell Rooster and Mav I say hi. Be safe. We love you, and I’ll talk to you soon.”
Jake smiled at you from your home screen after you ended the call, a quick picture you’d snapped of him as he woke up, hair mussed with sleep and pillow lines creasing his face. He disliked that picture but could never convince you to change it. Taking a deep breath, you forced away your tears and grabbed your purse. 
Jake turned off his phone and hung his head. He’d known it was a long shot to catch you during the middle of the day, but he’d wanted to hear your voice. It was a harder transition than he’d expected, from talking to you daily to subsisting on a few texts. He missed hearing your music as you got ready in the morning, how you’d mumble in your sleep occasionally, and your commentary on his driving. He even missed finding strands of your hair all over his stuff. 
He didn’t want to constantly compare his first and second marriages. Still, this deployment was definitely more brutal than any before. And it wasn’t only because of the baby.
For the first time in a long time, Jake had someone he wanted to be with at home. And who wanted to be with him. He’d never really had an issue with the lack of communication while underway before - an email or two to his sister, a couple-minute call to his mom, and stilted conversations with his first wife had been the norm - and had happily traded away his scheduled call times. But now, going radio silent was killing him. He couldn’t send you a good morning text or check on how you were feeling. There were no updates about how big the baby was getting or the doctor’s appointment he knew was coming up. 
Hopefully, it was only for a few days, he thought, pushing to his feet and slowly returning from the Officer’s Lounge to the stateroom he shared with Rooster and Fritz. Mav was billeted with the other captains. Though stationed at the same base, Jake hadn’t interacted with Fritz much after returning to Lemoore, other than nodding at him when passing in the hallway of the Bounty Hunters’ hanger on his way to visit you. He, Rooster, and Mav were the odd men out on the mission. The air wings were tight-knit after training and previous deployments together, so he’d take whatever comradery he could find.
When Jake pushed the door open, Rooster was lying in his bunk, scrolling on his phone. Clocking his stormy expression, the aviator decided against teasing him about how his call went as Jake returned his phone to his assigned safe. “I’m gonna grab a coffee before heading to the ready room. Want to join?” he asked.
“I guess,“ Jake replied. They were due to a briefing on the multinational war games they were to participate in. It was good experience for them to practice flying sorties against potential combatants, especially with the additional steps the US military took to make the engagements harder for their pilots. The US military basically tied one hand behind its back during the games, pushing its aviators and sailors to think creatively when faced with potential barriers. 
There is more to gain from losing than winning. The brass could use the information to devise new strategies and tactics, which was the ultimate goal of these international scrimmages. But that didn’t mean that they liked losing. While sailing to the designated site, they would devise a plan to help defeat the enemy. And Jake had been drafted to help teach those tactics.
“Fuck,” you growled, slamming your hand against the cool shower tile. Blindly, you turned the water heat down as the room spun. Over the last few days, you’d started feeling lightheaded again, something you hoped was behind you. But apparently, dizziness was expected in the second trimester of pregnancy as your blood volume increased. Hopefully, you thought, this wouldn’t land you back in the emergency department. You could only imagine how Jake would feel if that happened while he was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. 
With that in mind, you slowly lowered yourself to sit in the bathtub and attempted to rest your forehead on your knees. Between your stomach and how the position made your back twinge and breasts ache, you huffed and leaned back against the tub. A stab of pain shot down your right side, and you whimpered, hands going to your belly as you stiffened. Thankfully, it faded quickly. Dr. Shearer confirmed that the pain was normal during your check-up on Thursday. 
An unwelcome sob rose in your throat, and you clapped a hand to your mouth to trap it. There was nothing to cry about, you scolded yourself. The shooting pain was an unfortunate side effect of your body changing to accommodate the baby. Yes, it sucked that Jake wasn’t there to dig his thumbs into your lower back and kneed away that tension or hold you when your head spun, but tough shit. It was something you needed to get used to. As much as you wanted your husband there to hold your hand and make you feel better, billions of women got through pregnancy alone. Seventeen weeks down, twenty-three to go. Sunday - tomorrow - would mark the beginning of week 18.
And you were luckier than most. Your husband and parents were supportive, and you had a great group of friends around. Like Nat, who would be there shortly to help you go shopping now that you were officially getting to the very limits of your wardrobe. For all that she was stuck wearing a uniform at work, the aviator enjoyed clothes shopping and had promised to make it a fun day even though you were dreading it. And your coworkers were being phenomenally supportive. Even Jake’s squadron had taken to popping over to check on you. Admiral Tritz’s wife had offered support and connected you to some of the other officers’ wives.
It didn’t matter that it had been a week since hearing anything from Jake. He was busy, and so were you. This was just part of life, loving someone in the military. Hell, growing up, you’d done this. In kindergarten, your dad had been gone so much that you vividly remembered picking him up from the airport, confident that you were dreaming because Dad was home. There were so many weekend mornings that you’d woken up to your mom in front of the computer on a video call, trying to catch a few minutes with one another before he went to bed when assigned to temporary duty in another country. Your sophomore year of high school, Dad had gone on a solo remote tour to Korea for a year in exchange for orders to Florida because that’s where you wanted to go to college. 
Mom had encouraged you to stay busy. That would help the time fly by. And it had, to some extent. Work was a good distraction, and you tried to keep in touch with your friends back home. But the loneliness crept in at night. You missed the casual intimacy of getting ready together in the morning, driving into work and commenting on the talk radio conversations, standing beside one another in the bathroom while brushing your teeth, and how he would make sure you were settled before turning off the light and crawling into bed beside you. 
Three weeks alone in the house, and you were slowly building a new routine. You were back to cooking dinner on Sunday and making enough leftovers for the week. After forgetting to set the coffee pot the first day - that was Jake’s chore - you did it while getting a glass of water before bed. His truck became your weekend car to make sure the battery didn’t die. 
Hot tears trailed down your face, and you slid under the shower spray to rinse the conditioner from your hair. You needed to get ready because Nat would be there soon. Wallowing would get you nowhere. 
It took a moment to realize that your music had become a ringtone. You pulled back the curtain to see who was calling, and your heart stopped.
The last picture Jake had sent you - him in his jet, smiling behind his oxygen mask - appeared on the screen. 
Quickly, you wiped your hand on the bath mat and reached for the phone, swiping to answer. “Hold on!” you said, letting the curtain fall back and turning off the water. Reluctant to stand too quickly, you ripped back the curtains and sat on the tub's rim, yanking the towel from the rack and drying your hands. Goosebumps erupted on your skin. “Just a second!”
Jake’s laugh echoed through the bathroom as you quickly tapped the speakerphone. “Take your time, darlin’.”
“I’m getting out of the shower.”
“Don’t move too fast, then. Don’t want you to slip.”
“I’m being careful,” you answered, grinning through your tears while swinging your legs out of the tub. Sniffling, you grabbed the phone and held it tightly, wanting to have him closer. “I’m here.”
“Good.” The phone beeped, signaling an incoming video call. Reluctantly, you accepted it, ensuring the camera was pointed at the ceiling. The angle allowed you to see him, hair flattened to his head and dark circles under his eyes but kept you out of frame.
“Hang on, let me put some clothes on.”
“Lemme see you first.” Mistaking the reason for your reluctance, Jake quickly added. “I’m not around anyone now. Everyone else’s already gone to bed.”
“What time is it?” you asked, trying to distract him. It had to be early, given the time difference and the way his accent was stronger with exhaustion.
“Almost 3:00AM. I wanted to call you as soon as we got the okay, but I fell asleep after my shift.” It was on the tip of your tongue to tell him to go to sleep and that you would talk to him later, but you selfishly wanted him to stay on the phone. He yawned, scrubbing a hand through his hair and blinking tiredly into the camera. “C’mon, Mama - lemme see my girls.”
Sighing, you chewed your lower lip while lifting the phone so you were in the frame. Jake’s smile dimmed as he frowned. “Hey, babe.”
“Were you crying?” 
“‘M fine,” you said quickly. “How are you? How have you been?”
“Why were you cryin’, darlin’? What’s wrong?” 
“‘M fine,” you repeated, blinking away the tears. “I just… I miss you.” 
Jake sighed your name, brows furrowing. “I miss you too. How’ve you been? Taking care of yourself?” Nodding, you dried off your legs and slowly stood. “Sloane behaving?”
“Oliver’s been okay. Making me lightheaded and a bit achy, but other than that, we’re good.”
“Lightheaded? Did you fainted ag - ”
“I’ve been fine, Jake. Just taking it slower and making sure that I sit down when I need to. I promise,” you added, wishing he was close enough to smooth the worry lines on his forehead. “Did you get the newest sonogram picture?”
“As soon as I turned on my phone. She’s getting big.”
“As big as a bell pepper tomorrow. And apparently, they’ll start developing their hearing this week.” He smiled tiredly.
“Gonna have to make sure I spend some time talkin’ to her then. Make sure she knows her daddy’s voice.”
“Say the word and I’ll hold my phone to my stomach. He’ll probably have some good acoustics.” Chuckling, he shook his head. 
“Maybe next time. Wanna talk to Mama today. And see what you look like - you didn’t send me a picture of you.”
Rolling your eyes, you walked to the vanity. “No one’s around you?” 
“Officer’s lounge is empty,” he confirmed. Sighing, you covered the camera with your thumb, ignoring his grumble of discontent, and propped the phone against the mirror. With a deep breath, you dropped your hand and stepped back. Jake let out an appreciative whistle that made you blush. Scoffing, you quickly grabbed your underwear and put them on. “Slow down, gorgeous. I wanna get a look at you.” 
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re sexy as hell.” Moaning, he shifted in his chair, hand disappearing to where you could picture him adjusting himself. “Damn, Mama. We’re gonna have to have another kid so I can enjoy you lookin’ like that in person.”
At that, you laughed and snatched up your leggings, yanking them on. “Again - ridiculous. Let’s survive our first pregnancy before talking about another one.” The stretchy material clung to your stomach, emphasizing the curve. 
“Hang on, turn to the side,” Jake said, bringing the phone closer to his face. When you did, placing a hand on top of your stomach, he breathed, “Fuck.” You watched as he tapped the screen, taking a picture. “I’m the unluckiest son of a bitch. Look at you, gettin’ bigger with my baby, an’ I’m not there to take care of you.” The exhaustion on his face was mixed with a different type of hunger, making you think of the nights you woke him up with teasing touches and soft kisses. Nights where words weren’t needed, conscious enough to be lost in the dreamlike pleasure of one another. 
The thought made you shift, a familiar ache appearing between your thighs. While it wasn’t the main reason you wanted your husband home, you missed him in your bed. You'd gotten used to his touch in the year you’d been together. At the slightest hint of being turned on, Jake was happy to take charge and make you cum. Your body craved the feel of his calloused fingers, his soft lips on your skin, and his weight holding you down. 
And it felt like you were turned on most of the time now. 
A devilish smirk crossed Jake’s mouth as he watched your nipples harden. “Cold, darlin’?” 
“Not exactly.” Slowly, you dragged your fingers up your chest, lightly running your nail across your bare breast. “Miss you.” He groaned, reaching to adjust his earbud.
“From sad to horny, huh?”
“More like sad and horny,” you corrected. 
“Same, darlin’. Wish I was there to take care of you the way you like.”
“Me too. It’s not the same without you. Doesn’t feel as good.” At that, his head dropped back onto the chair, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob as he let out a heavy breath.
“You’re killin’ me, Mama.” At your sharp inhale, his gaze snapped to the camera in time to see you pinching your nipple. “Fuck. Do it again.” With your lower lip between your teeth, you did as he said, whimpering at the rough feeling. Jake shifted, a pretty red flush appearing on his skin. “Tryin’ ta get me in trouble, darlin’?” he rasped.
“Never.” 
“Liar.” He watched as your fingers slid into the top of your legging and underwear, tugging them down. 
“Tell me to stop,” you challenged. At his silence, you pushed the material down your hips and legs, letting it pool at your feet. Stepping out of it, you picked up the phone and made your way to the bed, settling on his side. “Cat got your tongue, Hangman?”
“Just admiring the view, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake said, tongue darting out to wet his lips as you flipped the camera to show your fingers trailing down your naked body. While your breasts were easily viewable, your stomach hid your lower half. “Gonna give me a show?”
“Tell me what you want to see.”
“Wanna see my pretty - ” Jake’s eyes darted to the side, and he quickly sat up. The seductive, teasing tone was gone when he said, “Girl’s ultrasound.” His gaze tracked someone, and he nodded before looking at the camera. Quickly, you flipped the view so he could see your face. 
“Someone’s there?” 
“Yup. Would you send me one of the pictures?” Scrubbing a hand down your face, you moaned. Arousal hummed under your skin, and a small part of you was tempted to take care of yourself while on the call, but that would be cruel to your husband. Especially if there was another person around. As much as you loved teasing him, that was a bridge too far.
Huffing, you flipped back the covers and propped the phone on his pillow. You could smell the faintest hint of his shampoo clinging to the fabric. “Are you asking for an actual ultrasound picture or dirty pictures?” you smirked, tugging the blanket up to your chest. 
“Both.”
“Anything else you’d like, Lieutenant Seresin?” His eyes darted to the side again.
“So many things, darlin’. But I’d settle for some snacks.”
“Sure. I’m running low on my snacks, too, so it’s good timing.”
“The normal ones, or are you having pregnancy cravings?” he asked, cocking his head. Jake hated that he had to ask, adding it to the running list of things he was missing.
“Well, I don’t usually crave beef jerky or yogurt-covered pretzels, so I’d say pregnancy cravings.” 
“Anything else?”
“I mean, there’s been a few nights I’ve gone out for a milkshake and fries.” 
“Wish I was there to make the run for you. You go to our anniversary spot?” Laughing, you nodded while sliding a hand under the covers to cradle your stomach.
“I did go to our anniversary spot. Their fries are so salty, and the ice cream machine was actually working. So this one will probably be more than happy to go twice a year for our anniversaries.”
“Once, Mama. We agreed to go to McDonald’s for our dating anniversary, not our wedding one. Wanna at least have one night where I can spoil you.” 
“I believe you said you’d think about it. And you can still spoil me, but we can end the night with chicken nuggets and fries.” Jake rolled his eyes before yawning. “Babe, you should go to bed.”
“‘M fine. Wanna talk to you.” 
“I need to get ready. Nat’s on her way, and we’re going shopping since I can no longer fit any of my work clothes.” His gaze softened as he frowned, thinking about how upset you’d been about that before he left.
“You okay?”
“Our credit card might not be.” 
“Darlin’.” You sighed, looking away to gather your thoughts.
“I’m okay. It’s easier now since I look pregnant, and people know.”
“Good. ‘Cause you’re beautiful, Mama.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you turned to hide your face in his pillow. Jake groaned, and you peeked to see his thumb brushing the screen as though he could touch you.
“I’m fine,” you sniffled. “I’m fine, babe.”
“Fine, beautiful, and gorgeous,” he agreed, causing you to blush. “Love you, darlin’.” 
“I love you too.” You watched as he clenched his jaw to keep from yawning again and sighed. “Go back to bed, honey. Call me when you wake up.” 
“Alright. Have fun with Phoenix, and buy whatever you want. Send me pictures.”
“You’re ridiculous. Goodnight.”
“Night, Mama. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
When the call disconnected, you let the phone fall. Lightly stroking your stomach, you heaved a sigh, feeling better that you’d at least spoken to your husband. “I miss Daddy,” you whispered to the baby. 
And, though you knew it was your mind playing tricks on you because it was too early to feel movement, you thought you felt the slightest of flutters against your palm. 
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Author's Note: This chapter fought me because, though I knew the story was going to be angsty given the premise, it still hurt to write. Definitely brought up a lot of memories of my dad deploying, and what a toll that took on the family. Snuck some personal experience into the chapter, when Darlin' was reflecting on what it's like to love someone in the military. I definitely remember being 5 years old and thinking I was dreaming coming back from the airport with Dad in the car, because he deployed to Saudi A LOT that year. And he and Mom agreed for him to take remote - when the service member gets orders but the family doesn't - to Korea when we were ready to come stateside to make sure we got to Florida. (My older sister was already in college, and Mom put her foot down about living overseas while one of her kids was in the states alone.)
Thanks for your patience with me getting this out. I'm excited for the next chapter! Hopefully I'll be able to get that one out quicker, as I'm also working on a holiday story about Jake.
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Chronically Ill Truths
Fibromyalgia
Larissa x Wife!Reader
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Chronically Ill Truths
Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader
Chronically Ill Truths
Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader
It was truly the worst time of year for you. The warm summer days that eased your joints in the early sun were fading and the chill of fall was setting in. You knew a flair was coming on when you went to bed the night before, but when you woke up it was so much worse. You kept a bin next to the bed for bad pain days, and today was no exception. Rolling over your joints ached and cracked as you're swollen hands quickly reached for the bin. Retching almost painfully, you felt your hair being moved from your face and a soft hand rubbing circles on your back. Once you were finished the bin was removed from your shaking hands and taken care of quickly. You could hear the water running in the tub and the smell tea followed.
“Come darling, let's try to get a head of this and ease the symptoms while the needs kick in.” Larissa said sweetly, handing you your purple cane and helping to steady you on your feet. This woman was your rock, and you loved her. When you first came to Nevermore as an English teacher you only had mild symptoms, now 5 years later you were happily married to Larissa and together you co-taught your classes allowing you to still work and enjoy your passion even with your disability. The worst of your symptoms started two years ago, it was just a lot of swelling and aches. Now it was full blown flair ups, that sometimes lasted for days and on the rare occasion a week or more.
When a bad flare would start, Larissa would help start an IV of fluids to help ease your symptoms and push Your meds if you needed them. She was insistent that she learned how to do it, so that you could have them at home instead of the hospital. After a soak in the hot epsom salt bath and a cup of ginger tea she helped you dress in something comfortable and settled you back in bed. Starting one of your IVs she asked if you wanted some pain meds to help, you nodded and were grateful for her help and dedication. “Riss, I think I'm going to need my compression wraps” you told her, admitting defeat to the hell they were. She handed them to you and prepped your meds before pushing them through your IV and flushing it. After getting one leg wrapped in the tight compression wrap, you were exhausted. Handing her the other she took it without complaint and wrapped your other leg for you. The relief was worth the trouble of these stupid things, but you didn't care right now. “Can I have some Zofran please?” You asked, still feeling nauseous. She gave you a quick kiss and retrieved the minty tasting pill for you before placing it on your tongue to dissolve. After she did she set the flow rate on your IV and climbed into bed next to you. It only took about 5 minutes before you were so tired you couldn't hold your eyes open anymore. The fatigue set in and you easily succumbed to it.
When you woke it was midday and Larissa was gently stroking your cheek. “Hello darling, I brought you something to eat. It's time for some more meds too. You noticed she replaced your IV bag with a new one and it was on a very slow drip. Smiling, you thanked her and ate as much as you could of the cheese on toast and tomato soup she made you. “I have your pain meds as well as some anti inflammation meds and some more Zofran for you if you want it. I noticed you were perking in your sleep a bit too so I grabbed your spasm medication too.” She set the different syringes of meds down on your nightstand as she sat on the edge of the bed. “What would I do without you? You could have fallen in love with someone normal, and instead here you are taking care of me.” She almost looked hurt at your words. “Darling I married you because I love you, that means all of you. Good, bad and ugly.” You leaned forwards and gave her a soft kiss before settling back on the pillows again as you watched her push your meds again and flush your IV for you.
The day went on with lots of love and patience from your wife. You were blessed that she was compassionate with you, always making sure if you needed her she was there for you. You dropped your mobility aids and she would pick them up without question. And even during the night she would feel you start to get up and would wordlessly come around to your side of the bed and help you to your feet. She never complained, you hated how much like a burden you felt. She would just scoff and give you a kiss and tell you how much she loved you and that you were never a burden to her.
One of the things you most loved was how much she came to bat for you with your doctors, none of them seemed to take you seriously thinking you were just another drug seeker. She would tear each one a new one and bring your medical binder to slam in their faces if need be. She kept a detailed record of everything for you, calming her own anxieties in doing so keeping it all put together as fine as her updo. One doctor made the mistake of telling you on one of your bad days that it was all in your head and to try meditation. That was a mistake. “You mean to tell me that the pain, tears, swelling of her joints and other various symptoms are just a figment of her imagination? Well if that’s the case I’d rather like to take my stiletto to your ass and see how you think that imagination feels!” you still giggle over the memory of that poor doctor's face when Larissa was done with him. She could be down right scary when it came to the ones she loved. She was your lover, protector, wife, and blessed caregiver, and you loved her with everything you had in you.
Your students were also very loving and compassionate to you, they were always eager to help around the classroom and stay after class to help you prep if you needed it. You and Larissa thought of them like your own and had become mother figures to most of them. Your disability and adversity to it was the reason one particular girl came to you and Larissa with her own issues showing signs of the same chronic disease that plagued you. When you found out she had worthless parents, Larissa and yourself were determined to make sure Amara got the care she needed so she could thrive. When the diagnosis came back true, she cried and cried. That was when she told you she had lived with the pain for six years, her parents accusing her of attention seeking. Larissa made sure her medicine was picked up like clockwork every month personally and she had your cell numbers if she needed you anytime day or night.
There were a few times she was unable to go to class and would spend time in Larissa’s office doing make up work or homework under a heated blanket with a cup of hot cocoa. The girl thrived after she was given the help she needed. Her grades improved and she graduated in the top of her class, that was two years ago now. She stayed at nevermore as a dark arts teacher, and when she got married to a lovely gorgon boy a few months ago, her own parents decided they wouldn’t be attending. She didn’t mind though, because she walked down the aisle with pride having both of you on her arms guiding her and giving her away. This is what love was. This was acceptance. She was so worried that she would have a flair the day of the celebration and wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, you remember it like it was yesterday. Kneeling down to her eyes where she sat, you spoke softly.
“Your disability doesn’t define you, anyone who thinks it does can go to hell. You are strong and just as able as any other girl, your mum and I will be there with you and will hold you up if we need to, just like we did when you walked the stage at your graduation. You will never be alone my love, you have us to lean on when your own feet can’t hold you up.”
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jamneuromain · 4 months
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Payback Time
Ransom Drysdale x Reader (you)
Summary: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.
Warning: Step-cest tendency (Cousin!Ramson x Cousin!Reader), not blood related, they are both grown-ups, Ransom is being vengeful, Harlan is very much alive.
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Harlan is going to kill him.
Not now, obviously, but when Harlan finds out about what he is doing to you.
Harlan is going to murder him and write this story into a book.
But it doesn't matter. Ransom hums in content, snuggling further under the covers, sighing due to the warm and softness of the bedding.
That old man grows fond of you by day, ever since you came to this mansion on your own with a suitcase of books and clothes. Ransom huffs in annoyance. If there's one thing he cannot stand, is a random person (aka you), materializing out of thin air, completely unrelated by blood or marriage, and sets out to snatch a portion of Harlan's property.
According to the old man, you were the daughter of the adoptive child from Harlan's sister. His sister took care of your mother as her own, and before both of them died of illness, Harlan's brother in-law kicked you out of the house. Which is why Harlan's sister called before your arrival, asking her brother to take care of you. While Harlan and his sister wasn't on best terms when she married her husband, Harlan was far too kind and agreed for you to stay as long as you wish, paying off your college loan and medical bills that his brother in-law kicked out of the house along with you.
You are a pre-med student in your junior year, which means getting up early and going to bed late, spending few hours in the mansion. Even so, you manage to find the time, either learning how to take care of Harlan like Marta, or chatting with Harlan and play chess.
Ransom huffs again, not only were you a kiss-ass, but also stupidly quick learner at chess - Harlan asked Ransom to play against you one night, and you won. But only out of sheer dumb beginner's luck.
So, he's getting his payback.
Ransom tightens the thick duvet around his body - his almost naked body, and listens carefully to the soft creaking in the stairs.
He knows it's you, with your cautious steps up the screeching floor, while you don't want to wake any living soul in this house at 11:30 pm, dragging your tired ass - you have a good ass, by the way - up two floors, and rest in the room, which apparently became yours rather than his, even though every family in this house knows this room was originally his, and that Harlan asked Fran to clean up his room, RANSOM'S ROOM, for you, which Harlan announced that it would make you feel more like home if you were not living in one of the guest rooms.
Oh, so Ransom will feel more like home if he lives in one of the guest rooms when he drops by every holiday?
Harlan is probably charmed by you, some voodoo shit, or drugged by that idiot-brain Marta.
He holds his breath and closes his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep, as the door squeaks open, leading to your small gasp.
"Ransom!" You hiss in the smallest voice you manage, "Ransom! What are you doing in my bed?!"
After he yelled at his mother, calling her an "old hag", changed the lock to this room, and cut holes in your sweater, you know he wants his room back.
Not that you intend to sabotage his plans, being a guest in this household, how on earth can you give the room to him when Harlan has specifically told you that he would find a way for Ransom to stop bothering about which room belongs to whom?
"Ransom!" You hiss again, "I can see your body trembling under the covers! I have a class at eight and I need to sleep!"
Smiling brightly, Ransom pulls the cover down, revealing his - almost - naked body.
"Ransom!" You cover your eyes with a squeal, "Are you- Why- You are naked!"
"Come on, Cousin. You wanna tell me that you are not interested in this?" He gestures down his body as if displaying an exhibit. Cocking an eyebrow, he challenges your sanity with every word that comes out of his mouth, "One good fuck in exchange for my room?"
Silence. Dreadful silence fills the room.
Ransom has that annoying smirk up on his lips, looking down at his grey boxers, "...no? Shame." He swings the thick cover back on, muttering to himself, "Okay. Nevermind. I guess I will just ... enjoy this soft cushy bed on my own..."
"Hugh Ransom Drysdale!" You tear the heavy duvet from his body, "GET OUT OF MY BED!"
Okay fine. He looks like a living Adonis with his abs and biceps. So what?
You avoid looking at his God-like body and his eyes, whisper-yelling, "Get off or I swear I will wake up everyone in this house and tell them about how awful you are!"
Ransom yawns, completely oblivious to your weak threat, which he knows it is the last thing you will do - make a fuss about your living condition in front of all these Cold-blooded creatures.
"Ransom!" You huff at his attempt of grabbing the duvet, "If you insist on taking up my bed, at least you can tell me where the empty guest room is."
"Nope." Answers Ransom, popping the "p" between his wickedly seducing lips, "You got two options here. The floor," he points at the small space between the mahogany desk and the four-posters, "or here." He pats on his bed - wait that's your bed! - softly, "With me."
You clutch the edge of your sweater tightly, a small movement that did not missed Ransom's eyes.
"Or good luck finding Franny in this god forsaken house and 'waking up everyone' to tell them about how I mistreated my cousin." Ransom grins, "So, what do you think?"
It doesn't surprise Ransom when you take the duvet completely and roll up some of your clothing for a makeshift pillow on the floor. You are too tired to argue and too scared to disturb a family you barely know.
You turn off the light and lie down on the ground without another word.
... he may have gone a little too far.
His heart skips a beat when he hears a soft sigh of yours. Why should he feel weird about this? You are the one who is about to be part of Harlan's will and snatch Harlan's adoration. Taking up your bed - his bed, whatever whose bed seems childish. It bothers you, sure, but he never wanted for you to sleep on the ground.
Christ, why couldn't you be a kiss-ass for him like how you treat Harlan? That way he'd feel much more comfortable about making you sleep on the cold, hard, creaking floor - ugh!
Ransom cannot bear the thought any longer of you sleeping on the ground, which is why he gets up from the bed, swings his sweater and pants over his shoulders, and kicks your foot condescendingly, "Your bed sucks." Before strolling out of the room, stepping on the staircases loudly so the entire house could hear.
You suck. He thinks, setting foot on the creakiest spot he could find for these wooden planks. And if he cannot sleep at almost 12 o'clock, neither will the rest of the house.
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inkedobsidian · 29 days
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~ Silver Lining ~
prompt: #50 “This is gonna hurt”
requested by anon
summary: Y/N is a nurse that stitches Soo Yeol after he gets stabbed on the bridge.
pairing: Nurse!Y/N x Ryu Su-Yeol
warnings: violence, blood
word count: 1,368
a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas
Master-List - Prompts
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Su-Yeol's eyes adjusted to the painfully bright lights of the hospital and it was a painful contrast to the darkness he passed out in. As he stirred and tried to get himself up a nurse quickly rushed over to him.
“Sir please get up slowly you've been badly hurt.” All he could hear was the voice his eyes hadn't even focused yet all he could see was light. He mumbled an agreement and closed his eyes wincing the light still being too bright. He felt her hands on his back and arm as she lays him back down and he had to try not to shiver at how light her touch was. Then he felt the top half of the bed raise up helping him sit up.
“Is it too bright for you?” The voice said again. He noticed that she spoke softly to not shock him by the sudden noise. He just nodded slightly his head still hurting from the collision. He heard some rustle and then she mumbled a quick ‘I'll be back’ not that he could go anyway anyway. However she was back as quick as she left.
“So I have to take your vitals to check for a concussion but I can do that after I clean you up so I've got you a sleep mask for now and I'm gonna give you some pain meds that should kick in before I have to shine an obnoxious light in your eyes.” She laughed as she spoke trying to make the situation less stressful. Su-Yeol nodded to her statement and tried to hide the smile as well. Then he felt her hands comb through his hair placing the mask over his eyes gently.
“So my name is Y/N I'm a nurse you were dropped off at the hospital after being in an accident. Can you squeeze my hand if you understand” She placed her hand gently in his open hand the touch almost making him flinch. As he squeezed her arm he felt a shooting pain up the inside of his arm making him flinch backwards into the bed. All he felt was a cool gentle hand on his bare upper arm keeping him steady so he didn’t fall. If the stab wound didn’t kill him the cardiac arrest might.
“All right, you’re ok I’ve got you. Lay back down and I’ll clean and dress your wounds like this. This is gonna hurt.” The same calming voice kept calling out to him in the darkness.
“More than getting stabbed?” He managed to finally crack out a joke but it sounded more like a croak. He did hear her let out a laugh at the comment and a hmm in amusement. He let himself relax into the bed fazing in and out as the pain meds kicked in. The cleaning process jolted him in and out of sleep as he had the sharp alcohol hit the wounds but the soft hands that slowly put all the dressings on him. He could’ve fallen asleep right there and forgotten about everything…
“RISSSEEEE AND SHINEEEE”
An abrupt way to wake up honestly. Su-Yeol must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knows there is K screaming in his ear like an obnoxious alarm clock. Despite the state of his body the noise was enough to shock Su-Yeol into sitting straight up in his bed. As he did he grunted out in pain holding his side as if he’d only just remembered. He scrambled to take his blindfold off his eyes once again adapting to the harsh light but faster than the first time.
“What is wrong with you?!” Su-Yeol whisper shouts to K still reeling from the pain of shooting up in bed. K only replied by giving Su-Yeol a stupid eyebrow dance while motioning for Su-Yeol to look to his right. He let his whole face drop in annoyance at the situation of being abruptly woken up but that didn’t change the look on K’s face, he was keeping up the stupid eyebrow dance. In what felt like hours but was actually only about 2 seconds the curtain that was coving Su-Yeol is opened and his head snapped to the sound.
Y/N quietly opened the curtain quietly just in case the patient was asleep but when she slowly turned around to find him sat straight up in bed staring at her she jumped in her spot. After seeing that Su-Yeol immediately dropped the death glare and posture to apologise. Y/N just laughed him off kindly with a wave of her hand, being a ER nurse she has had weirder experiences.
“How are you feeling?” She spoke as she took a few steps meeting him at the end of the bed. She did a quick visual glance over his face and upper body and he had to move his eyeline from looking at her but unfortunately that meant his eyes met K’s who was doing… you guessed it, the stupid eyebrow dance. He really couldn’t win.
“Not a problem.” He says trying to remain cool but blew it when he tried to shift and grunted in pain. She took a half step back and laughed at his attempt to keep his cool.
“I just have to do a quick test check your eyes reactions see if there’s a possible head injury, are you ok with a bright light now?” He gave a nod in reply and Y/N spoke calmly through explaining what she needed to do. She sat on a chair parallel in front of him and placed herself just in front of him so she could get close enough to see his pupil.
“Alrightly easy one starts with looking in the different directions ok?” The calming voice and the lights could’ve put Su-Yeol to sleep on another day. Looking up and down was easy just bright, however each time he looked left or right K would be there in an outlandish pose doing the same eyebrow dance.
“And now I just need you to look at my nose.” He was trying to not focus on the fact that every time she spoke she was so close to him it was almost a whisper. It almost ached him when she pulled back and rolled slightly backwards in her chair. However the minute his eyes came into focus he wasn’t sad anymore as he finally got to see her.
“Wonderful, you did great. The doctor and police will be round soon to talk to you properly but until then.” She nodded and stood up to leave. Su-Yeol then had to endure hours of K singing every nursery rhyme he could think off. Like a crappy sappy greatest hits. Su-Yeol was almost itching to get out of the hospital by day 2 but he was also itching to try and see Y/N again. He hadn’t seen her after that day and he was about to be discharged.
Then finally of course the day he is supposed to be discharged. Thankfully Gyeong-Tae had bought him new clothes so this time he didn’t look like he’d just been jumped. It was like the heavens were shining on him because he didn’t even have to approach her she came up to him.
“Look at you, glowing already!” She said smiling, she was clearly walking by and commenting in passing but it was enough for him, as she was just about to pass him he turned on the spot to talk to her as she walked away.
“See you around?” He said it almost as an invitation. She just smiled back at him.
“Don’t go getting hurt on purpose.” She still tries to minimise her laugh as she waved walking by he nearly goes to sign himself back into the hospital for heart palpatations.
“I’d need you on speed dial.” That was enough to make her actually laugh. She gave a joking nod in agreement and nodded a goodbye as she rounded into the elevator. That reaction was enough to make Su-Yeol leave his card with reception. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to get hurt to see her again but how much pain do you really have to be in to go to the ER?
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mother-marilynn · 2 months
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ʚ♡ɞ Block distractions.
{ Things like planned brunch with friends and going to get mani-pedi's does wonders for your mental health and sanity during the week, but try and limit un-needed distractions that come up. }
ʚ♡ɞ Make sure your getting enough sleep.
{ Beauty sleep is so essential for our concentration and focus so make sure your getting at least 8-9 hours of sleep each night. }
ʚ♡ɞ Delegate.
{ Don't try and be wonderwoman!! If it's possible try and see if anyone else would be willing to help you if your load is particularly heavy. }
ʚ♡ɞ Stop multitasking.
{ Make sure to slow down and take things steady!! Quality of work can become lessened when you try and finish several tasks at once too quickly, so take your time!! Good things take time. }
ʚ♡ɞ Begin your day with movement.
{ Even if the movement is just walking around for a few minutes or some stretches before you run out the door, try taking small steps to warm yourself up for the day before heading to work // school. }
ʚ♡ɞ Disconnect.
{ The world won't fall apart if you take some time away from your phone and laptop or don't text that person back!! Remember your brain needs a break, try reading, going for a walk, or even taking a nap during your screen break. }
ʚ♡ɞ Take breaks.
{ Don't push yourself too much, remember to take some time to yourself and take a breather. }
ʚ♡ɞ Schedule everything.
{ Try using a planner to schedule every event during your work week, even if its a small planner from the dollar store. ( What I use. ) It can be a game changer for staying on top of things. }
ʚ♡ɞ Eat nourishing meals.
{ Try to stay away from junk food, fast food, and high calorie // low protein foods!! Remember food is fuel so make sure you giving your body what it needs to be productive. }
ʚ♡ɞ Develop a good morning routine.
{ I didn't say it had to be perfect, just good!! Take a cold shower, take your meds + vitam, eat a small meal, tidy your room, get ready, and brush your teeth, Easy. Developing a simple morning routine can help you start your day off more composed!! }
ʚ♡ɞ Exercise
{ Don't get me wrong, having a workout routine during a busy week can be a little difficult at times, But trust me you'll feel so much more energized and excited to start your day after a quick workout or even just some yoga and pilates. }
ʚ♡ɞ Make to do lists.
{ This one seems a little obvious but to do lists are absolutely my bread and butter when it comes to starting off my week good. The key is to make one for everyday, add the big and little stuff, and to always keep it with you. It will keep you 100% more organized and put together. }
ʚ♡ɞ Simplify your routine.
{ Doing things like setting out your clothes the night before, programming your coffee maker, and filling your water bottle the night before are so simple but can really help make your mornings go smoother. }
ʚ♡ɞ Don't put things off.
{ Just remembered you need to wash your good white button up for tomorrow? Instead of waiting till right before bed then kicking yourself for not remembering sooner like you thought you would, JUST WASH IT WHEN YOU THINK OF IT. Again, it might be obvious, but it really does help. }
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bellysoupset · 8 months
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Part 2 of Concussed Vince fic!
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By the time Jonah pulled up inside his building, after stopping at the pharmacy to get the long list of meds the doctors had prescribed, Vince was sort of dozing off against the window. He looked dangerously pale and there was a sheen of sweat all over him, which made Jonah feel like it had been a bad call to remove him from the hospital.
"We're here..." Jon poked his thigh, basically the only place he could poke, and caused Vince to lift up his head, tiredly, "are you okay? You're not looking so good."
"Nauseous," Vince shrugged, then winced when that pulled on all his wounds, "the car made me nauseous, I just need to get back on my feet."
Sure, Jonah thought disbelievingly, "alright, let me know if it doesn't go away though."
"Okay," Vince nodded and neither of them believed it for a second.
Leo was sitting by the dinner table, laptop open in front of him, biting his nails. He had changed out of the office's clothes and was wearing sweatpants and one of Jonah's t-shirts, which hung on him a little too losely around the shoulders.
"Hey kiddo," Vince smiled as they walked in, snapping Leo out of his pensive state.
The blonde turned to look at them, then widened his eyes, "why are you here?!" he exclaimed, rushing up to help Jonah hold Vince up.
"Aw, I thought I was invited?" Vince pouted, causing Leo to scoff and roll his eyes.
"You were- You are, but my god, Vin, you shouldn't be home, you should be in a hospital..." Leo said, looking him up and down, "come sit down..."
"It looks worse than it is, trust me. The hospital people are too fussy," he collapsed down on the couch and immediately got rid of the arm sling, much to Leo and Jon's horror.
"Nu-uh, you're not fucking around here," Leo scoffed, grabbing the sling, "put it back," he looked over the couch arm, meeting Jonah's eyes, "hey, missed you."
Jonah blushed, shutting the front door and circling the couch to press a quick kiss over Leo's lips, then promptly turned to glare at Vince who still hadn't put the sling back on, "I'm going to call your mother, try me."
It worked like a charm. A look of horror flashed over his face and Vince grabbed the sling, trying to put it back on and failing, causing Leo to leap forward to help.
"Really, are you sure he should be out of the hospital?" Leo asked, looking at Jonah, who was kicking his shoes off and fiddling with the thermostat.
"They wouldn't keep him, he's too annoying."
"I'm right here!" Vince exclaimed, then winced at the sound of his own voice, "any chance I can get more of the good drugs?"
"Not for at least five more hours," Jonah answered, "you really shouldn't be in pain so soon..." he considered the possibility Vince's senses were all scrambled, but it didn't sit right with him, "what hurts?"
"Just everything," Vince sighed, then slid down the couch, whining as it made everything throb a little harder, "don't let me be in your way, I'm just gonna nap anyway."
"Are you sure about napping?" Leo asked anxiously, still studying him, "are you allowed to sleep?" he glanced nervously to Jon, who shrugged.
"He doesn't have a concussion, I don't see why not..."
"See?" Vince sighed, settling fully down after much moving around, "I just need a nap and I'll be as good as new."
Jon rolled his eyes, he certainly doubted Vin would be as good as new for a long time. At least a couple weeks. Leo fussed a little longer, asking if Vin wanted a pillow, water, TV on? But then eventually he got the memo and moved away.
"Hey," Leo met him in the kitchen and as soon as he stepped closer, Jonah was tugging on the front of his shirt and pulling him into a full hug, "oh, okay..."
"Shut up," Jonah mumbled, face hidden in Leo's neck, breathing in deeply. He wasn't sure why it got to him so much, whenever one of theirs was hurt or sick, but it did. Leo let out a surprised noise, before wrapping both his arms around Jon and kissing his shoulder.
"He's fine, babe," he sighed, then turned his head and kissed Jon's cheek, pulling back, "quite an adventurous day for someone who said they'd stay home and binge true crime documentaries all day."
"Yeah, I need a day off from my day off," Jonah chuckled, leaning in to kiss him right, "how was court?"
"Boring," Leo shrugged, "court days are always a drag. It's not like I'm the lawyer up front doing anything, I'm basically a glorified secretary during these days."
"The hottest secretary," Jon grinned, circling him and heading for the fridge, "did you eat?"
"Not yet, I was waiting for you... Does anyone else know about Vince?"
"I don't think so," Jonah said, while going their fridge's content, "how does bacon and cheddar soup sound?"
"I don't think Vince can eat that, Jon," Leo chuckled, "cheddar is a cheese. We're not going to starve our guest."
"Hardly a guest," Jonah mumbled, biting down a smile.
Eventually they settled on dinner and Jonah finally managed to get out of the clothes he had sweat through with all the pulling and pushing of helping Vin around, so they got working on it together.
Leo was sharing the office gossip with him, rattling on about Sandra the newest paralegal who had all the other men on their toes, when they heard a noise in the living room.
Although the kitchen was a halfway open concept, the half wall that separated it from the living room was tall enough that they had to rush out in order to assess the situation. Vince was sitting up, the remote control had fallen to the ground, along with the blanket that Leo had gingerly draped over him twenty minutes before when he had noticed the shivering.
"Vin?" Leo called softly, "you okay?"
Vince let out a groan, nodding, "nightmare..." he moved gingerly on the couch, in order to face them and Jonah immediately cringed. Somehow Vince looked worse than before.
Both his eyes were slightly bloodshot and he was still terribly white, covered in that clammy layer of sweat.
"You look like you're about to hurl," Leo said, voicing Jon's thoughts, "please aim at the horrible white rug, I'm trying to get rid of it."
Jonah let out an offended gasp, while Vince opened the smile the line was meant to elicit, rubbing a hand over his face, "I'm not gonna throw up, I'm fine... I think I need a shower, I feel gross."
"As opposed to every other day-" Jonah mumbled in a sassy manner, causing Vin to glare at him, although the playfulness was back in his face.
"Fuck off, Jon..."
"Let's have dinner first, how about?" Leo said, clearly anxious about the prospect of Vince standing up or his stitches getting wet, "we can help you with a shower later."
"We?" Jonah said at the same time as Vince. Leo's cheeks burned and he glared between his boyfriend and friend.
"He can't even stand! Or lift his arm!"
"Just my left arm," Vince shrugged, opening a big smile, "I'm right handed, baby."
"Don't call him that," Jonah snapped before he could think and both Vince and Leo raised their eyebrows, Vince starting to laugh soon after, while Leo turned cherry red.
"Aw, cute," Vin grinned, then braced against the couch's back, using all his force in order to push himself up, "I'm tired of sitting down."
Despite both of them complaining, he got up and proceeded to stumble his way to the dinner table, looking terribly proud of himself, "see? I told you I was fine."
"You'll land yourself back in the hospital," Leo sighed, rolling his eyes, but barely managing to hide his fondness.
They ate dinner together without any issues and Jonah took to loading the dishwasher, while Vince updated Leo of the full story of the accident.
"I can't believe someone would hit you like that and just speed away!" he overheard Leo scoffing, sounding pissed off, "that's horrible."
"They probably thought I was dead and freaked out," Vince shrugged, "since I was lying on the ground."
"Even worse," Leo said darkly, "sucks you didn't get their license plate..."
Jonah hummed to himself in agreement, then finished up with the kitchen and moved back to the living room, "ready to tackle that shower?"
Despite Vince's embarrassed claims that he could stand on his own and did not need help, Leo had been right. He could barely stay still and had an arm immobilized.
"Okay, here's the plan," Jonah said, eyeing the bathroom, "we can get you sitting down in the bathtub and seal your boot... I can redo your chest bandages, so don't worry about them."
It sounded easier than it was. In the end Jonah had seen more of Vince than he ever wished to and was dripping water everywhere, half of the guest bathroom a slippery hazard.
"Stay. Put," Jonah said in a stern voice as Leo and him helped Vince into the guest room, despite Vince claiming he'd be fine on the couch. The steam of the bathroom had caused his face to finally gain a little color, but now he just looked feverish. Feverish enough that Jon stuck a thermometer in his mouth while he complained, crouching before the bed with the gauze roll so he could redo the bandages.
"I'mnotfevish" Vince grumbled and Leo flicked at his ear.
"Stop talking," he said, using a towel to dry Vince's hair. It was dripping water down his chest, soaking the second towel that was covering the boxers they had struggled to fit him in and were just a tad too tight, despite the elastic band being worn and lose.
"youmean," Vince mumbled, leaning into Leo's touch and Jonah snickered to himself as he noticed Vin's eyelids dropping with exhaustion.
"Don't pass out yet," he said, while Leo retrieved the thermometer when it beeped and then handed it to Jon.
"It's in european," he teased lightly, causing Jonah and Vince to roll their eyes. Vince glanced at the display.
"Uh... Well, it's probably just because of the shower," he said. The thermometer read 37.7 - Not quite a fever yet, but pretty damn close to it.
"Maybe," Jonah squinted at it, "it won't hurt to get some antipyretics on you, though."
A testament to how tired he felt or how he was still in pain, Vince didn't complain at all about the medicine, promptly lying on his back and letting out a groan as his muscles relaxed.
"You guys are awesome, thank you..."
"Get some sleep," Leo's cheeks were cherry red, much to Jon's amusement.
"We'll be down the hall, just shout if you need anything."
"Uhm, okay..." Vince's eyes were already closed, "okay..."
Jonah fell face first in his own bed as soon as they were out of the room, lying on a starfish position and taking up almost all of the space. He dropped his wet sweater on the ground next to the bed, too tired to bother with it at the moment and heard Leo chuckle behind him, causing Jon to groan, "stop laughing."
"Can't do," Leo said, crawling on the bed too and poking his side, forcing Jon to move slightly to the side so he could slot right next to him, "you care so much, it's swee-"
"My back hurts," Jonah interrupted him, turning away, cheeks burning. He was glad he had his face pressed to the pillow, "he's so damn heavy."
"Uhmm..." Leo still sounded very amused, as he trailed a hand up his boyfriend's back, applying the lightest hint of pressure, "here?"
"Lower," Jonah all but melted, boneless as he felt Leo start to massage his aching lower back, "damn, I love you."
"Of course you do," he heard Leo say cheekily, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, "can we leave the door open tonight? I don't trust Vin to come get us if anything is wrong..."
"Sure," Jon yawned, "you're probably right..."
He barely heard Leo's "I always am", already dozing off.
Next time he woke up, Jonah took a minute to situate himself. In true deep sleep fashion, it felt like he was somewhere else entirely. Leo had managed to get them both under blankets, quite a feat since Jonah didn't remember getting up so he could pull the sheets from under him. He hadn't managed to get Jonah out of the slightly humid pants, but they were basically dry by now.
Jonah stirred on the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and glancing to the side. Leo was passed out, mouth slightly open, curled on his side with a hand wrapped firmly around Jon's pillow.
He smiled, pushing a blonde strand away from his eyes and feeling butterflies fill up his stomach at the thought of Leo reaching for him even in his sleep. Butterflies that were squashed to death as he heard the sound of a sob down the hall.
It was a quiet noise, muffled because of the distance and the two ajar doors that were between the master suite and the guest bedroom. Jonah frowned, getting out of bed and bracing for the worse.
"Vin...?" he knocked lightly on the half shut door and pushed it back. The room was in the dark, but he could make out Vince's form in the bed, cut out by the moonlight spilling through the window. He was sitting up, "Vince?"
"I'sry-" he slurred, voice so deep and thick it took Jon a second to even understand it. His brows met with concern and Jonah walked back out, turning on the lights of the hallway, instead of the bedroom. Now he could see him much better... And also the vomit down his chest and pooling on his lap, over the blankets. A lot of it.
"Fuck, Vince, why didn't you say anything?!" Jonah almost shouted, wanting to rush closer, knowing he shouldn't. Vince's shoulders rolled with another heave-sob and he shook his head.
"I don't... I don't feel well..." his voice was small, very out of it and disconnected. Jonah felt a jolt of panic and that made his decision for him. His weak stomach be damned, he crossed the room and turned on the bedside lamp.
"Are you done?" Jonah reached in, squeezing Vince's good shoulder and breathing shallowly through his mouth, doing his best to keep his eyes exclusively above Vince's nose.
His friend shook his head, then winced and another guttural retch rocketed through him, more vomit spilling on the comforter, "...m'roilme...." he said unintelligibly, then cleared his throat and repeated, "kill me."
"Shut the hell up," Jonah rolled his eyes, swallowing convulsively in, "is this just your stomach...?" Jonah prayed silently, trying to keep the nausea at bay.
"Uh...?"
"Vince, hey," he squeezed his nape, forcing Vince to look at him, "I need you to tell me what's wrong. Is the medication not agreeing with you?" with his free hand, Jonah felt his forehead. He didn't have a fever, "Vin?"
"I...I don't-" he was interrupted by another wet belch, surprised as more liquid spilled forth, down his chin and chest, "cazzo..."
Jonah's stomach threatened to jump out of his mouth and he squeezed his eyes shut, a hand still planted firmly on Vince's nape, the other one coming to muffle a sick burp of his own.
"Male la testa-" Vince mumbled, sounding dangerously close to tears, "Jon..."
"Jonah?" Leo's sleepy voice cause Jonah to let out a sigh of relief. He heard Leo walking down the hallway and Jon was about to ask him to come help, when his boyfriend flipped the light switch.
Chaos erupted.
In one go, Vince let out almost a yell, curling up in pain and slipping out of Jonah's grasp, while Leo started to rant frantically, Jonah blinded by the sudden light and fighting his own nausea as he got a clear view of the mess lying right in front of him.
It was a mess, one that was not getting any smaller as Vince's sudden flinch from the light caused him to pull on his stitches and the pain started yet another gagging fit.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Leo was saying over and over, crawling on the bed, vomit be damned, so he could grab Vince before the man fell off of it, "Jonah what do we do!? Jon!?"
"I-" he gagged, slapped a hand over his mouth and Leo shook his head.
"JON!"
"My head-" Vince sobbed at the shout, then folded in half and Jonah had half a second to jump back, just as bright yellow bile covered the ground, right where his naked toes had been a moment before.
"Shit shit shit shit- Vince, please take a breath- Ow, fuck, is all over his bandages-" Leo's panicked monologue caused Jon's medical training to click in place, finally, and he side stepped the puddle of vomit, grabbing Vince by the good shoulder, hand coming up to cup his cheeks, puke and drool be damned.
"Vin, look at me."
"Mmm-" Vince blinked lazily, head lolling and Jonah fought the urge to rattle him. Instead he forwent any attempt at giving Vin agency and forced one of his eyes open by tugging at his cheek skin, then the other. Uneven pupils stared back at him.
"Leo, he's concussed," Jonah declared, "help me get him up, we need to go to the hospital now."
"Fuck no, we're not driving him there," Leo shook his head, reassured by Jonah taking charge of the situation. He folded the blankets, "I'm calling an ambulance."
It was a gamble. They probably could drive there faster than an ambulance would take to arrive, but that was considering they managed to get Vince up in his current state.
"...Fine, okay, call an ambulance-" Jonah nodded, then started to comb his fingers through Vince's hair, in search for a lump they had somehow missed before. Anger was starting to take up the space of worry, coursing through his veins. How had the hospital personal missed a bloody concussion?
"Jon-" Vince reached in blindly, shoved at his chest and gagged, harshly. His stomach was empty, but that didn't stop him from trying to vacate it with deafening heaves.
Jonah rubbed a hand up his back, mentally trying to do the math of how many hours it had been since they had all gone to sleep. How long had Vince been alone in the room, brain swelling?
His ears buzzed, mouth dried up at the idea they had been cuddling a room away while Vince was so severely sick. Jonah was so in his head, he barely heard Leo talking with him, until his boyfriend touched his arm and caused him to jump.
"What?"
Leo frowned, but didn't mention his jerkiness, instead he gestured to Vince, "ambulance is on it's way. I got him, go put on a shirt and some shoes so we can follow it to the hospital."
It was a nice out, one that didn't flat out say get-out-of-here-before-you-puke-too. Jonah opened an appreciative smile, but couldn't bring himself to move. Not when Vince looked like he was about to keel over.
"Jon," Leo's voice dropped, all gentleness, "I got him, baby."
Jonah nodded, all but forcing himself to let go of Vince and stumbling back. He rushed back in their room, mechanically changing into better clothes, then grabbing a backpack and stuffing a thin blanket inside of it, a change of clothes for Leo and both their wallets.
He overheard, faintly, as Vince heaved again and Leo cooing, trying to calm them both down. Jonah grabbed his phone, finally glancing at the hour. 03h53 AM.
It was ten minutes more when he heard a forceful knock on the door and Jonah rushed to open it.
The paramedic was someone he had seen around enough in the hospital, but didn't know his name. It read Hawke in his chest.
"He got in a car accident earlier this evening, but the hospital gave him full clearance. Third left rib is broken, fourth left rib was cracked - might be broken by now with all the heaving. He- He was cleared with no concussion signs in the scans, but now his pupils are uneven, his speech is slurred and he's photosensitive-" Jonah prattled on, guiding them down the hallway, barely feeling like he was walking, "his left foot is twisted, dislocated left shoulder and there's a wound going from under his armpit to his belly button, he might've burst some stitches-"
"Son, please step away," the older first responder behind Hawke said and Jonah jumped aside, heart hammering, "when did the vomiting start?"
"Not sure-"
"He went to sleep around nine, I was up until eleven and he wasn't throwing up. We got up around thirty minutes ago to find him puking," Leo said and, surprisingly, he sounded much more calm than Jonah did.
The paramedics said something between them and then they were lifting Vince up, planting him on the medical bed.
"We'll meet you at the hospital," Leo said, squeezing Vince's hand, as if Vin could even tell what was happening. He was clearly too out of it to even make sense of the paramedics.
Jonah squeezed the backpack in his sweaty hand, "I got everything, let's go?" his voice sounded alien to him, too steady. Leo nodded, but didn't move for a second, bracing against his knee to let out a deep sigh.
"Fuck," he breathed out, "he's gonna be okay, right?"
"Yes," Jonah all but lied, "of course."
If Leo caught on the lie, he chose not to say anything.
They were in the elevator, on their way to the garage, when Leo squeezed his arm, startling Jon, "hey... Are you okay?"
Jonah nodded, opened his mouth to reassure Leo, then snapped it shut and shook his head, "how did they miss a fucking concussion?" he said, meaning how did I miss it?
"They didn't miss anything, babe," Leo rubbed his arm, gently pulling the car keys from his hand, "you know this, Jon, we've seen it in games a lot. Delayed concussions are a thing."
He sounded so calm.
"He was- He called me because I wouldn't care," Jonah stumbled over the words, trying to put it all together and failing miserably, "because he thought I'd just drive him to the dorms."
"Well, Vince is stupid," Leo's voice got an icy undertone, "you care so much, he's dumb for ever thinking th-"
"My chest hurts," Jonah groaned, planting a hand to it and he heard Leo let out a sigh, then squeeze his bicep.
"You're panicking, babe," he was the picture of calm, "take a deep breath for me and hold it in."
Jonah obeyed, or tried to, because then he was spluttering for air, everything he had been avoiding since Vince had said that line hitting him at once. Did his friends genuinely think he didn't care about them? That he'd find them bleeding and broken and simply drive them back home, at best?
His heart squeezed, physically, and Jonah let out a whimper, clutching at his chest. He tried to breathe, found that he couldn't, and his stomach turned with panic.
"Shhh, hey," Leo kissed his shoulder, "sweetheart, you're working yourself up. Vince will be okay and then when he's fine we can both yell at him for being an idiot."
Jonah shook his head, pulled away from Leo's hold and stumbled, back hitting the opposite side of the elevator. He slid down the wall, bringing his knees to his chest, trying to curl up away from the shame and the fear-
The elevator came to a stop in the garage, but neither of them got out. Leo crouched down before him, squeezing his knee.
"Jon..." he said softly, "c'mere-" he moved closer, tugged at Jonah's arm and then pulled him into a makeshift hug. Jonah breathed in, raggedly, pressing his nose to his boyfriend's neck, heart still burning in his chest, "I know you care," Leo whispered, "so much about all of us. Vince was in pain and being a brat about getting medical attention, which he did get because of you. You woke up tonight-" he pressed his lips tightly to Jonah's temple, "you care so much, we all know it, Jon."
It took him several minutes to collect himself, still pressed tightly against Leo, eyes burning with the tears he did not allow spill. He swallowed the knot in his throat, "I think I have to let Wendy know... And ask her to tell his parents."
"I'm going to call Luke too," Leo said, in a voice that left little room for arguing, not that Jonah was going to. He simply slumped on the passenger seat, worry eating at him.
By the time they got to the hospital, Vince had been shipped away to another CT scan, so they got delegated to the waiting room. Jonah pacing from side to side while he texted Wendy to let her know. Vaguely, he could hear Leo talking with Lucas on the phone, voice rising steadily as he attempted to calm their friend down.
"There's nothing you can do here right now, Luke, come in the morning," Leo said sternly and Jonah rolled his eyes, halfheartedly. For once he couldn't blame Lucas' for his over the top reaction.
Wendy didn't text him back, it was the middle of the night and she wouldn't be up for at least two more hours. There was no point calling her when she was hours away anyway.
Jonah slumped back against the uncomfortable chairs and Leo took his hand in his, squeezing it, "he'll be fine, Jon," he whispered, pressing his cheek to Jonah's shoulder, "too thick of a head to break."
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threadsun · 8 months
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If you're still doing the ask game, how about somno? I got a preference for either Jack or Barry but whoever you wanna write will be amazing 🫶
Content: somnophilia, noncon, medication-induced sleep, non-consensual picture taking, gaslighting
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"Don't worry, just rest! The painkillers will kick in soon, and I'll cover the rest of your shift." Barry's tone is friendly, chipper.
You nod, heavy eyes finally closing as you give in to the drowsy effects of the pills he'd given you. You curl up on the couch in Barry's office, one arm tucked under your head as you hear him head back into the store. You can hear some mumbling from Barry and the customers, but it fades away along with the pain in your head from when you'd slipped and hit your head on the counter.
Barry politely yet firmly rings up the final customers and ushers them out of the store, locking the door and flipping the sign to closed. The thought of you, passed out on his office couch, vulnerable and waiting for him... He's barely keeping it together.
He wants to take his time. To admire you, strip you slowly, bask in each moment. But he's not sure how long the meds will keep you asleep for. It's one of the things he's curious to see. He wants to learn how your body reacts to different things, how easily it accepts drugs and how fast or slow they wear off.
He's quick about it, striping your uniform from you and setting it aside to redress you when he's done. He takes pictures first, some from afar to take in your whole form, others close up detail shots. He wants to know every inch of your body, be able to touch himself to the pictures, cum on them.
He's even quicker about stroking himself, already hard from taking pictures of your sleeping body. He spreads your legs, positioning himself between them and pressing the tip of his cock to your hole. He imagines himself grabbing your legs, fucking you hard enough to wake you from your drug-induced slumber. Imagines you clinging onto him, crying, begging. Imagines you whimpering his name...
He closes his eyes as he cums against your hole, imagining all the horrible things you'd scream at him if you woke up. He only lets himself indulge for a moment before he's back to work, dressing you in your uniform once more. He shuts the door to the office behind himself and unlocks the shop door, flipping the sign to open.
When you wake up, everything will seem normal. Save for the stickiness dripping between your thighs. But Barry will have no idea about that! After all, he's been swamped with customers during your nap, and he's so glad you're finally awake because he needs you to finish your shift while he gets back to work in his office. No time to think when there's yogurt to sell!
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serickswrites · 5 months
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Strong Word VI
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, drowning, rescue, mcd, hurt/no comfort, grief
Supervillain infiltrated Base with relative ease. They hadn’t realized that Villain had been gone for so long until Right Hand approached them about Villain’s whereabouts. Supervillain had been so absorbed in their planning for Superhero they had skipped a couple of meals. These days both they and Villain were so busy they only saw one another at meals. They hadn’t slept in the same bed as their partner in weeks as they had been so absorbed with planning that they had been foregoing sleep, catching a nap here and there in the lab when they could no longer fight sleep.  And as the guilt rose in Supervillain’s belly, they realized it was their fault for not noticing Villain had been taken. 
And Villain had been taken. Of that Supervillain had no doubt. And they knew exactly who had taken Villain. 
Superhero’s minions were easily neutralized as Supervillain moved through Base searching for Villain. 
But Villain was nowhere to be found. 
They weren’t in the med bay. They weren’t in Superhero’s quarters. They weren’t even in the interrogation suites. Where was Villain?
It was only when Supervillain had questioned a minion before dispatching them quickly did Supervillain get an inkling of where Superhero had been keeping Villain. In the deepest layer of Base were interrogation suites for unspeakable things. 
Supervillain made a silent promise they would make Superhero pay for each terrible thing they had done to Villain. 
And so when Supervillain kicked open the door to the room and saw Superhero sitting in a chair, eyes trained on a pool, Villain nowhere in sight, Supervillain lost it. With a loud bellow they charged forward and slammed into Superhero. They punched and kicked at Superhero while Superhero struggled to fight back. 
“You came. You came.” Superhero repeated over and over as Supervillain continued to fight them. “I knew you’d come. I just had to wait.”
“What do you mean? Where’s Villain?” Supervillain shouted as they continued to pummel Superhero. 
“Here. Right here.” Superhero whispered as they failed to hit Supervillain and took another hit to the face. 
Supervillain punched Superhero in the face once more as they looked around. Villain was nowhere in sight. “What did you do to Villain?” 
But Superhero couldn’t reply as Supervillain had knocked them unconscious. Supervillain roared their frustration as they looked around once more trying to see where Superhero could have stashed Villain. Supervillain’s mouth went dry as they glanced over at the pool Superhero had been staring at. Villain floated near the bottom of the pool, their body still and unmoving. Their hair floated in front of their face, obscuring them from Supervillain’s view. Supervillain was up and diving into the pool without a second thought. They barely noticed the icy water as they swam towards Villain. How long had Villain been there? 
As Supervillain pulled Villain from the water, they hissed at the cuts and bruises that littered Villain’s body. They lay Villain gently on the ground near the pool. “Come on, baby, come on. I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late. Baby, come on, open your eyes.”
Supervillain tapped Villain’s cheeks trying to wake them. Villain’s head flopped limply, their lips parted and eyes closed. “Baby, open your eyes. I’m here. Please.” How long had Villain been underwater? Supervillain put two shaking fingers to the pulse in Villain’s throat as they muttered, “Come on. Come on. I’m here. I’ve got you. Come on, Villain, baby. Come on.”
But no beat came. 
With a cry, Supervillain gave two quick rescue breaths before starting chest compressions. “Come on! Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was late. I’m sorry. Wake up. Come on. Villain! PLEASE!” Supervillain begged as they pumped Villain’s chest. 
Villain’s body moved with each compression, their chest expanding with each breath. But they did not open their eyes, they did not wake. For though Supervillain begged and pleaded with them, begged and pleaded with the universe, they could not wake. As Supervillain stopped, tears flowing freely, they took Villain into their arms and began to rock them back and forth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know you were counting on me. I’m sorry. Please. Please, come back, baby. Please.”
But Villain did not come back.
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