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[turigirl]

[ID: the back of a bald person's shirt which reads, in all caps:

"the devil

whispered in my ear

"you're not strong enough

to withstand the storm."

today i whispered

in the devil's ear

"i am the storm."

[a white ribbon symbol]

autism warrior" /end ID]

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[july-1804]

8 with some juicy angst lol

8. "I can't do this alone!"

Jack feels sick when he sees Nico hit the ice.

He's laying in a heap as the brawl starts, Siegs dropping his gloves first in retaliation for the dirty hit against his captain. It didn't take long for the remainder of the players for both the Devils and the Rangers to drop their gloves and start fighting, thankfully away from Nico's limp body.

Jack blinks and the trainers are on the ice, calling for the team doctor and EMS staff. Timo and Haula are helping them onto the ice as the fight is broken up, players being sent to their respective penalty boxes. Jack shakes off his gloves, feeling his palms start to sweat and bile rising in the back of his throat. He feels someone's hand on his shoulder--Luke, maybe, but Jack can't peel his eyes away from his husband on the ice.

"He's moving his hands," Luke murmurs into his ear, trying to bring Jack down from his impending panic attack. "See? He just pointed to his head. This is all just a precaution, bro, Nico's tough."

Jack blinks again, trying to refocus his eyes on Nico's movements, taking a shaky sip of a water bottle that was thrust into his hands. They were putting the neck brace on him, the team doctor kneeling down at Nico's head to hold it still. Nico tried to sit up but was ushered back down by the medical staff, pinning his arms to his chest. He could hear raised voices of his teammates telling Nico to stay down, the arena falling eerily silent.

"I can't do this alone," Jack croaks out to Luke, the transfer board being slipped between Nico and the ice.

"You're not bud, Nico is going to be fine," Lukes tries to reassure him, but Jack shakes his head in response.

It wasn't just if Nico were to die--it's if he was paralysed and couldn't ever walk again; if he had post-concussion syndrome and couldn't continue his hockey career; or if this hit was the one that causes a CTE diagnosis down the track. Jack wouldn't be able to continue playing hockey, putting a brave face on for Mila when Nico's heart and soul had been taken away from him--the light from behind his eyes forever dimmed. Mila hadn't even turned two yet--she would never have any memories of Nico prior to this life altering moment.

"There's less than 2 minutes on the clock, Keefe won't play you again for this game. Fitzy will call Nico's parents and tell them as a formality, you know how it is. Then we'll get you back in the dressing room, a quick shower and change and I'll drive you to the hospital," Luke takes charge, trying to keep Jack from bursting into tears on the bench.

He feels someone hoist him up by the elbow as sticks start tapping the ice as Nico is wheeled off the ice, surrounded by an entourage of concerned faces.

Luke was right, both of them were benched for the remaining minutes of the game. Jack lets himself be led down the tunnel and into the locker room. The room is too quiet--they'd won the game, but without Nico's presence it felt as if they'd had their biggest loss of the season. What if this was Nico's last game of hockey?

Jack blinks, and he's being guided into the passenger seat of a car. The back seat is devoid of a carseat, and Jack realises he must be in Luke's car.

"Mila's at home," Jack says with urgency as Luke slides into the drivers seat.

"I've already sent Hazel a message and given her the heads up. She said Mila's completely fine and is more than happy to stay until we get home," Luke tells Jack as he peels his car out of the garage.

They're met at the front door of the ER by one of the trainers, being led to a private room tucked towards the back. The trainer was smiling, Jack thinks to himself as he tries to steady his racing heart; so maybe Nico was okay after all? Or was the smile merely to cover up the severity of Nico's injury?

Jack has no clue what he's about to walk into when the door to Nico's room was opened for him, but he was not expecting Nico to be sitting up in bed and smiling at him. Jack stops in his tracks and bursts into tears.

"Oh, Schatz," Nico says, face falling at his husband's state. "I'm okay, baby. Come here." He holds his arm out towards Jack, patting the bed beside him. He registers the team doctor leaving the room as he moves towards Nico on autopilot, letting himself be pulled into Nico's side as he cries.

"All my scans are clear, nothing's broken. Just a concussion," Nico says into Jack's hair.

"Can we take you home tonight?" Jack mumbles, face buried in Nico's armpit.

Nico shakes his head gingerly. "They want me to stay for observation tonight. I threw up in the ambulance and they couldn't roll me onto my side fast enough, so I have to get some antibiotics through an IV just to be sure my chest is okay."

Jack feels himself start to settle down, hiccuping between shuddering breaths just like Mila when she's recovering from a meltdown.

"I can't do this alone," Jack tells Nico as the thought of their daughter crosses his mind. Mila needs both of her parents--Jack needs Nico to be okay.

"You don't have to, baby. I'm right here with you and everything is going to be okay."

Nico was right, everything was okay. Luke lets Jack sleep in the car on the way home, thanking Hazel repeatedly as he updates her on Nico's condition. He finds Jack standing in Mila's nursery, cuddling the sleeping baby to his chest as he buries his nose into her hair.

Jack's eyes are closed, curled protectively around Mila as Luke pads into the master bedroom. He'd stolen a pair of Jack's pyjama pants, slipping into the king sized bed next to his brother and niece. Nico would be home in the morning, Jack was coming down from his adrenaline high, Mila would be hugged by both her Daddy and her Papa in the morning, and Luke's job was complete--Jack didn't have to do it alone.

[turigirl]

[ID: two images of silver jewelry made to look like a heart shaped bear trap, held between someone's pointer finger and thumb. /end ID]

heart shaped bear trap jewelry

[hor3nee]

get that sad white dude smut going 😭😭😭😭

🔥GET THAT🔥SAD WHITE DUDE🔥SMUT GRINDSET🔥GOING GIRL🔥PUSSY UP🔥GOOGLE DOCS OPEN NOW🔥

[jonahmarshall77]

> Hey dude! It’s been a hot minute. I’m driving thru Bythorne rn on a favor for one of my friends. So I’ll be around for a day or two

> BTW, I never introduced myself. My name’s Noah, but some of my buddies call me Tempest LOL

> Nice to meetcha

“ Hey !!

Nice to meet you too, dude! I'm Jonah. I doubt I've told you my name. Have fun in Bythorne !- Just be careful . ”

[turigirl]

[ID: an image of a desert rose my little pony against a bright pink background. she is a white pony with light pink hair and green eyes. her cutie mark is a pink rose. she's posed to look at the camera with her tail facing it. /end ID]

Desert Rose (2004)🩷 One of the newest additions to my collection 🩷

[scuddish]

brb while i fucking scream over this scud edit

[scripturiends]

before i reblog any more house of anubis content i need to remind myself to fix the character tags because i am committed to this now theres no turning back itll be like my kpop rbs where individuals have their own dedicated tag come on eve pull yourself together

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[turigirl]

[ID: a drawing of mangle (stylized to have a rubber face) staring at the camera, mouth wide open and streaked with blood. red text says "don't lose your HEAD!" around them are large yellow sparkles and smaller pink ones. the drawing is outlined in pink. /end ID]

[july-1804]

A combination of 13 + 14 please!

(I've changed the prompt ever so slightly to fit the narrative)

13. "With the rate uncles/aunts/grandparents/friends are buying stuff for you, you will be the most spoiled kid ever" & 14. "[Parent], I lost my teddy!"

They were in the car on the way home from the airport after a long West coast roadie as Mila starts to yell.

"Papa! Mine stuffy!" She cries as Nico turns to look at her, Jack sighing from the drivers seat.

Nico bites his lip before mustering a smile for Mila. "It must be in your suitcase, darling. We'll find it when we get home."

She nods, blue eyes popping with unshed tears. Nico gives her another smile before turning back in his seat, opening up the Devils group chat. SOS has anyone seen Mila's yellow stuffy? 💀💀💀

No one had seen her stuffy, unfortunately, and it was no where to be found in the 3 suitcases Jack, Nico and Mila travelled with.

Mila's a mess the next day, clingy and whining into Nico's neck as they walk into practise. It was an optional skate, and they'd decided that Nico and Mila would watch Jack and the rest of the Devils skate to hopefully cheer her up.

"What's wrong, Miss Mila?" John asks as he sees Mila pouting into Nico's neck.

"Mine stuffy!" She exclaims, slipping her thumb back into her mouth. Nico and John both hold back smiles as they watch Mila's dramatics, kicking her feet sourly against Nico's side.

This pattern follows until Jack comes through the tunnel, waggling his gloved fingers at his daughter in greeting. "Wish Daddy a good skate, Mila," Nico reminds her. She shakes her head in response.

"Mine stuffy!" Is what she says back, glaring at Jack. He laughs and steps onto the ice.

Mila's dramatics continue well into the afternoon, babbling to Hazel unhappily when she arrives to relieve Nico and Jack. She's grumpy as they leave for the rink, Nico and Jack laughing to themselves in the car. "She's two years old, what are we going to have to deal with when she's 16?"

Their laughter stops when guys start walking into the locker room, pulling yellow stuffys from their bags or from under their arms. John's first, then Timo, Holtzy, Nemo, Jake and Curtis. Luke is the last to enter, blushing as he thrusts the stuffy towards Nico and Jack.

"My stupid walk in photo has me holding this toy," Luke says, earning teasing chirps from around the locker room.

9 Devils ended up going and buying Mila a replacement stuffy after practise, Jack and Nico feeling touched that so many of their teammates cared sodeeply about their daughter's emotional welfare.

"With the rate the guys are buying her things, Mila is going to be the most spoiled kid ever," Jack says to Nico, both of them shoving the stuffys into their bags.

Devils admin absolutely loves Luke's walk in photo, and makes the guys each pose with the identical stuffys they'd purchased for Mila.

The photo is posted to Instagram with the caption: "New Jersey Devils 🤝 Mila's stuffy"

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Poll time: If Leon had a daughter what would her name be?

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[ID: an image of a round sheep stuffed animal. /end ID]