#(as in. i'll wake up in pain after four hours of sleep. i take the pill. i wait for twenty-minutes. i go back to bed and continue sleeping)

[synkqngel]

I REMEMBER YOU (WHERE THE NIGHT LEFT ME).

jimin turned 25 yesterday. what about her celebration caused you to wake up in her sheets?

cw. light swearing, mentions of dying/kms jokes (happens only like once i swear)

tags. non idol!karina x fem!reader, friends to lovers, cooper is mentioned once, aeri is practically their cupid

a/n. everyone shut up its yu jimin's day (and user synkqngels tumblr comeback 💔) this isn't proofread bcs it's like 4am and the ending is SO ass oh my hod i apologise deeply

pain is the first thing you feel as you come to your senses — your head is throbbing, and you swear you feel dried drool on your cheek as you rub your eyes. the sheets feel..cooler, softer, against your body as you cradle your aching head in your hands. your bed feels strange— the duvet feels heavier and the sheets too soft and the mattress strangely hard. taking a deep breath in, you count to five.

after five, i'll open my eyes. fuck, i need ibuprofen.

one.

in — out. your chest heaves with every pained breath.

two.

three.

four.

i'm going to be sick, you think to yourself.

five.

you peek from behind your closed fingers, pulling the covers back. the room is…obviously not your own, and you're met with the sight of someone’s back; not bare, thank god, but you're still in bed with someone. you're still in bed with someone following a birthday party involving alcohol, none the less. somehow, the shock of your surroundings outweighs the hangover.

and the faint smell of blackberry with a hint of bay leaves hits you. groaning, you roll over to face the other side; the side which wasn't facing the unforgiving sunlight. your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you silently curse yourself for your actions the prior night. ears ringing and body aching and weak, the only option left for you is to go back to sleep.

something feels missing, however. your body is cold rather than warm.

“i'm twenty-five now, im getting old.”

jimin huffed, however her lips were pulled into a toothy grin as she clinked her glass against your own before she downed her drink. you watch as she giggles at something aeri said. jimin’s appearance is comical: glittery birthday hat and a chrome silver sash reading: ‘birthday girl’, but despite this, she doesn't look odd or silly at all.

you're tired.

it's a friday, the last day of the week that you have to work, the weight of the past five days weighs heavy on your shoulders. face flushed and red from the alcohol in your system, your dulled senses allow you to effortlessly converse with the group— even with the morsel of goguma cake you've bitten off in your mouth.

laughter bubbles up around the table, stories from each girl’s week float around; from what happened at yizhuo’s fashion school, to the squirrel cooper had chased up a tree on his last walk to minjeong’s inability to do her own makeup. nodding and smiling absentmindedly, you laugh along with them, sharing your thoughts and input. the cakes slight sweetness leaves your throat tingling slightly.

as if noticing your behaviour, minjeong nudges your shoulder. “you okay?”

you nod and offer her a smile. “just a little tired,”

maybe thirty minutes had passed since then, maybe it had been an hour— or two, but the buzz had softened, the apartment quiet (and the cake long finished).

minjeong had decided to leave first; then it was ning, who decided to leave with the former to save money on an uber, or something.

and then there were three: you, aeri, and jimin.

with your head rested against the table’s cool surface, you missed aeri as she gathered her belongings. the redhead had leaned into jimin’s side, whispering something in her ear. pulling away, she slipped her shoes back on by the front door, calling out a, “yn! i'm going home, i'll text you later!” before the door clicked shut.

you had missed the way jimin had flushed red at aeri’s words.

the next thing you know, she placed a hand on the small of your back, coaxing you into her arms. the overwhelming scent of her perfume hits you almost instantly as her arms wrap around you: blackberry with hints of bay leaf.

fuck, i'm done for.

wallowing in your pain, you force yourself to open your eyes once more. right, it was jimin’s birthday party. you were drunk, how could you have possibly driven yourself home?

it hits you then.

the woman next to you, you notice, has pale skin and a blunt, black bob cut. you had never left jimin’s place after all. the perfume from earlier: blackberry— jimin. it's jimin’s perfume. oh, god.

the realisation and shock alone is enough to make you sit up and stare at the person next to you, no, jimin— before taking in a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. thank god she's a deep sleeper, and thank god she wakes up late. then, in another wave of realisation, you glance down at your attire— sleepwear.

a hand flies up to your mouth as you procure not to scream: she saw you naked. no, she didn't just see you naked— yu jimin had undressed you and put clothes on you last night. holy fuck.

this thought alone is enough to shake you completely awake as you scramble out of jimin's bed, tripping over yourself to change back into your own clothes. shit, shit, shit! you silently curse at yourself, albeit silently as you hurriedly slip your shoes back on and dash out the front door.

your headache from earlier long forgotten, you rummage through your purse for your car keys. the elevator dings and comes to a stop. and when the doors finally open, you dash out the apartment lobby as if jimin was going to appear right behind you if you wasted any time. after fighting with your jammed car door for another minute, you start the engine and let your head fall against the steering wheel.

and you yell.

in frustration and confusion, you scream against the leather wheel and kick your legs. “oh my god, i'm gonna kill myself, this is so embarrassing!” it's comical, really, and to anyone walking by, you look borderline insane. “how do i face her now?!”

(in hindsight, you don't. you don't face her.)

-

jimin wakes up alone.

she stares at the cold space on her mattress for a while, before noticing the neatly folded sleepwear resting on top of the pile in her laundry basket.

her morning doesn't change — she brushes her teeth, cleans the place a little before sitting at her kitchen island with a cup of green tea. opening her phone with a huff, she taps on aeri’s contact.

jiminie: ur actually evil - sent at 11:04 AM.

aerichan: oops! - sent at 11:05 AM. read at 11:05AM

no new messages from the group chat, a few happy birthday messages from relatives and acquaintances that she passively responds to before her manicured thumb hovers over your contact. her lips are bitten; her mind is at the crossroads. fuck it. after typing out a short, “thanks for coming, y/nie,” jimin shuts her phone off, finishing the rest of her tea.

-

to tell the truth, you saw the message and just didn't bother opening it. how could you, anyways? you let yourself, drunk and inebriated, find solace and warmth in the bed of your own best friend (of five years, no less), and now you're reaping the consequences of your actions.

the consequences, however, is the gnawing shame and feeling of impending doom. the feeling of: ‘holy fuck, jimin knows. jimin knows i like her and there's nothing i can do about it.’

“i'm so stupid.” you whine into your pillow, throwing your phone across the bed. “i wanna die.”

‘you're overthinking it.’ is what aeri had told you over the phone earlier. “she doesn't get it. it is that bad.”

-

over time, your replies to jimin's messages lessened until you stopped.

you stopped replying, returning her calls, and eventually reading her messages.

“it's actually killing me!” jimin groaned, venting to aeri over beer and some tteokbokki she'd ordered from the shop near her apartment complex. “i messed up! it's your fault, i hate you.” she took another sip from the can, the liquid burning her throat as she leaned against her couch.

“she hates me now.” she sulked. “i'm never taking advice from you again.”

rolling her eyes, aeri took a swig from her own can, crinkling her nose at the sensation of the cool liquid. “i swear, you're so extra, jimin.” she lunges forward, playfully hitting the older girl on the back. an attempt to lighten the mood. “you're overcomplicating things.”

“just wait it out.”

-

another week passed, your game of cat and mouse growing more intense. but it you're not opening up to jimin, she's coming to you. she bangs on the front door of your apartment, a bouquet of tulips and a bag filled with candy clutched in her other hand. “y/nie! it's jimin, can you open the door?”

when she's met with silence, jimin doesn't back down. instead, she continues knocking, hellbent on reaching you.

another minute of silence passes. something isn't right.

eyebrows furrowed, she searches for the spare key you'd mentioned to her once. jimin pulls the silver key from under your doormat and mentally applauds herself for her discovery — as if any norma person wouldn't think to check under the doormat. she pushes the door open and slips her shoes off, quietly as to not disturb you.

“hello? y/n?”

no response again. weird.

the door to your room is slightly ajar, and jimin’s met with the sight of you bedridden, tissuebox resting atop your bedside table. her eyes widen and she's by your side in a second, already pressing the back of her palm against your forehead. “oh my god, are you okay?” jimin gasps, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pulled into a frown. “you're burning up.”

“why are you here…?” you mumble, wrinkling your nose at the contrast in temperature: her cool hand against your burning forehead. it feels gross. you feel gross, with your baby hairs sticking to your skin uncomfortably, your throat scratchy and your lips unusually dry. why is she..?

jimin’s frown deepens. “you were ignoring me.” moving your hair out of your face, she continues. “ever since my birthday, you've been ignoring me.”

the fever is rendering you unable to form a coherent thought and youre delirious. at this point, you're only able to come clean— it's impossible to hide a secret for jimin, and before you're able to stop yourself, it comes out at once. “i'm sorry— i really, really like you, like, ever since last year i've liked you! i'm sorrypleasedonthateme.”

breathless, you blink at her pathetically as she kneels at your bedside.

“you're so stupid.”

“what?”

“why do you think i did that, huh?” jimin huffs. “i literally sent everyone else home so you could stay with me.”

the silence that follows her admission is deafening. you're only able to stare at her in shock as you process it. “you…”

she cuts you off, moving to hold your hand. “yes, i like you. but i'm still mad at you for ignoring me. i hate you for that.” jimin wraps her arms around your frail body, letting her sickeningly sweet fragrance cling to the air, now softer. “but i was worried, so worried.”

yes, jimin was supposed to give you medicine, but for now, you seemed content with her embrace and warmth.

and maybe later, she would thank aeri.

[spacebaby1]

hiyaaa

Can I ask Rindou's reaction to the fact that his partner is expecting his child?

and for more drama (I'm a dramatic girl and I love drama) you could have Rindou's partner hide the situation from him

drama, angst but happy ending 😝

Hiii! Bestie, I got you! One thing about me is that I live for drama in writing 🎀😌🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 let's start!

You and Rindou never had an argument because he always listened to you, but that didn't last long. You couldn't even remember what escalated the whole conversation into an argument, which led to Rindou slamming the door behind him as he left you'd house last night. The whole night you couldn't sleep not until the sun was out and your eyes gave up from all the crying; you weren't even sure why you were feeling emotional usually it's hard to make you cry. Anyways, you fell asleep around the early hours of the day after shutting your phone completely.

All the crying tired your body to no end that you ended up sleeping until late afternoon. Around four in the afternoon you woke up with a painful headache and aching in your abdomen and before you could grab your phone you felt your stomach turned and you ran to the bathroom, throwing up for a good half an hour before you sat on the bathroom floor.

The memories of yesterday's argument came rushing to you after you were back in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. You weren't feeling well at all and thought the argument took a toll on you so bad that you were about to get sick. You didn't question the vomiting because it was how you'd react if you had a heated argument; it was natural body response to you. Finally, picking up your phone, you turned it on only for Rindou's texts. Fill your screen, followed by numerous of missed calls:

My love: Baby are you okay?

Look, I'm really sorry for shouting at you. I just lost control. But it wasn't your fault. It was me. Please forgive me?

My love:Darling? Can I call you?

*missed call*

*missed call*

My love: baby please answer me, at least end the ringing so I'll know you can see my calls.

My love: I'm so soo sooo sorry

My love: I can't sleep after I made you upset, I'm an idiot! I wish I can hold you right now...

My love: Are you sleeping, sweetie? Good night, my beautiful baby.

12:23 P.M

My love: baby? Sweetheart? Please text back.

My love: at least tell me you're not hurt I'm fucking going insane!

My love: y/n! Baby, I'm sorry!

3:50 P.M

My love: I'm worried about you angel, text me! It's not your usual self to sleep this much.

My love: Can I come by? I'm sorry baby, please don't give me the silent treatment. I'm so sorry, and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time."

He must've seen you reading the texts, and before you could reply, he called you. You sighed and answered, "Baby? Baby, are you okay?" You heard his tired voice. It wasn't until you answered that you realised how sore your throat was, "hi," it came out almost as a whisper before your cough holding the phone away a bit. Rindou panicked at the sound of your tired voice and coughing, "I'm coming over-"

"No, please not now," you replied in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well, just-just- I nee-" you were crying again, he heard you snuffling. "D-dont cry," now he was crying, You shook your head as if he could see you, "I'm so sorry, I hurt you. "I'm so sorry and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time. Just let me see you."

"Please, Rindou. I need space."

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked with a shaking voice. "No, Rin, I just need to be alone now." You heard his little sigh, "Okay, baby. Did you just wake up? You sound tired, let me order you some food-"

"No, Rin. I can-"

"No, please. At least let me do what I'm supposed to do as your boyfriend. Let me take care of you?" He sounded defeated, but you loved how he always took care of you No matter where he was. "Okay, I love you." You could almost hear his smile when you said that, "I love you more baby, call me if you need anything." You hung up and rubbed your forehead. The next two days were blurry because of how exhausted and sick you were. Usually, you'd let the fever go away, but it kept getting worse to the point that you couldn't put food down in your stomach.

On the third day you decided to visit the doctors and run some blood test to make sure it isn't anything serious and you wish it wasn't what you heard. "Miss Y/n? The blood test shows that everything is fine, just a slight changes in BP but it's normal at this stage."

"Huh? What do you mean at this stage?" You asked the doctor, and she looked at you confused then back at the chart that she was holding. "The pregnancy, you are three months pregnant, Y/n. Did you not know that?" Your eyes widened, and you could barely hear anything after that. Suddenly, it hit you. You were late, and you've been feeling so much different.

"I'm pregnant? Three mo-month?" You whispered more to yourself than a question to your doctor. The doctor nodded, "it explains that vomiting and the abdominal pain, are you okay?"

You got up, " Can you do an ultrasound? Can i see it?"

The doctor nodded, "Sure, if you'd want to."

You almost cried when you saw the screen of your ultrasound, "This is the baby." She pointed at the screen, and you smiled, forgetting the whole world the moment you saw your baby, "do you want the prints?" You nodded, whipping your happy tears away. It wasn't until you got home and saw the picture of you and Rindou on your phone screen is when your smile dropped; Rindou will not take the news well, you thought to yourself and you thought you were doing a good job at avoiding his texts and calls; it was a bad idea because he only grew more concerned about your relationship.

It was another day of you feeling absolutely horrible and vomiting all morning until your stomach was in knots. You heard the frantic bell ringing, followed by knocking on the front door. Groaning you got up holding your stomach with one hand as to you made your way towards the front door without asking who it was you opend the door slowly only to find Rindou standing there with tired eyes and looking panicked. He immediately gathered you in his arms making you yelp in surprise of how hard he was holding you; one of his hands on the back of your head and the other hilding you by the shoulder, "how could you avoid me for two weeks? I'm going insane thinking about you, baby. Why do you hate me so much? Fuck! I missed you." You gasped for air, "Ri, you are c-cruching me, I'm in pain-" He immediately let go and you almost fell on the ground passing out but he held you to his chest as you caught your breath, "you gonna crush me to death?" You asked in a low voice and groaned in pain holding your stomach. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry, baby." He picked you up bridle style and headed towards your room, carefully placing you on your bed before sitting beside you and checking your forehead, "baby? You're burning." You shook your head, holding his hand in yours, "it's nothing, just an upset stomach. W-what are you doing here?" You asked, feeling yourself drifting to sleep. He sat on the floor next to the bed, kissed your hand, "you haven't text back for two weeks. I was worried, and you're sick yet you didn't call me?"

You shook your head, "I went to the doctors, it's nothing just a stomachache, it'll go by it's own." Rindou shook his head, "No, let me take care of you, do you wanna eat something?"

"I can't, I'll throw up, and it only hurt my stomach more, I just need to lay down." You said almost in a whisper before eventually falling back asleep, still holding Rindou's hands. "My baby," he kissed your forehead before running to get some cold cloth and place it on your forehead. Since you were sleeping, he decided to tide up your vanity a bit since you couldn't do it, and he noticed your things everywhere.

Rindou picked your make-up and placed them to the side, then your accessories which he put away in the box, and he grabbed your other things and opend the drawer to put them away only to find the ultrasound prints next to the results. His heart started beating fast as he took the picture in hand, eyes wide open he read it again and again making sure what he was looking at was indeed a baby and the test had your name on it. You were pregnant, and he felt his eyes blurred when he saw the date; it was a two and half week old test. He could hold back his sobs as he looked at the ultrasound prints. He was trying not to wake you up with his sobbing and he was shaking so hard that he had to sit down on the floor because he didn't trust his knees to hold him standing; he's gonna be a father? Did you even want the baby? Why didn't you tell him?

He sobbed for an hour before making his way towards you and softly kissing your forehead which made you wake up, and you blinked at him. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand with tears falling from his eyes which made you immediately sit on your bed, "Rinny? Wh-why are you crying? What's wrong?" You cupped his puffy face in your weak hands as your eyes met with his hand holding the ultrasound prints in his hands as more tears fell from his beautiful eyes, "Why didn't you tell me? I'm I not en-" you hugged him closer feeling yourself about to cry, "Don't say that, please." You whispered and he hugged you.

You both stayed like that for minutes and on until Rindou whipped his tears and sat beside you on the bed, with you covered with the blanket and head resting on his chest while he couldn't stop smiling at the picture of your baby. "I'm sorry I wasn’t there for this." You shook your head cuddling closer, "you seem happy." He looked down at you and wrapped his arms around you, "I'm gonna be a dad, of course I'm happy. I can't believe it. I'm gonna be a dad. There's gonna be a mini version of our love? I hope it's a girl, then she'll look as beautiful as you. Did you check? Is it a girl? Or boy?"

You chuckled at his excitement, "No, I didn't. I was just terrified and happy to see the baby." He hugged you closer, "you don't need to be terrified. We'll be great, Mama and dada. I promise."

[joshslater]

Booster Shot

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The male nurse picked up a file from the tray, scanned it quickly, and turned to me. "Martin? Here for the injection?" It was only me and two elderly ladies in the waiting room. "Yes," I said, getting up from reading a year-old home improvement magazine. "This way," the nurse said and started walking down the corridor from which he had emerged.

Many doors down we turned into a well-equipped procedure room and he motioned for me to sit on the bed with the back part raised, paper rolled out on it. "I prefer the seated position, if you don't mind."

"It's fine with me," I said, wondering if anyone did it lying down. I guess some people are really scared of needles or may pass out.

He spent some time preparing things on the bench along the wall and came back with a small tray. Then a quick swipe with a wet wipe, an expertly made injection, and a small band-aid to cover it up. "It will only take a few seconds," he said. "A few seconds for what?" I thought before everything went out of focus.

It took a bit to reorient myself. The sensation was a mix of orgasm and pain as the man kneaded my chest. "Good, you are waking up. The sedative took you harder than most." He was standing right behind me, one hand on each breast, and forcefully rubbing, squeezing, and kneading them.

"So for the next week you want to massage the area every second hour until the myalgia subsides. I'll give you sleeping pills for two nights and painkillers for four days. Now the injections are basically chemically induced eccentric muscle contractions, so just like with traditional muscle exercise there will be some inflammation over the next few days. You'll gain a cup size or two, but it will mostly recede. It is very important though that you keep up with chest exercises daily for the next three weeks so the muscle fibers heal correctly. After that you just need maintenance exercise just like any other muscle. I know you are still light-headed, but all of this is in the paper I'll send you home with. I want you to rest for half an hour before you leave and change shirt of course." He suddenly realizes I don't have anything with me except the clothes on my body. "You didn't bring an extra shirt?"

"No, I'm here for the flu shot."

[megalony]

Brave Girl

This is an Eddie x Evan x Reader imagine I had an idea for, I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always amazing.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Eddie and Evan have to go to work, leaving (Y/n) to look after Chris and their sick toddler. But when their daughter gets worse, the boys come home to take her to hospital.

Enjoy.

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"Baby go to bed and get some sleep." Crouching down, Evan pressed his knees into the edge of the sofa and reached a gentle hand out. He brushed his thumb across (Y/n)'s lower lip and kissed her temple.

She was laid on her side on the sofa, knees pulled up to her stomach, head tucked into a cushion and her eyes half open as she was almost asleep. If she asked him to, Evan would carry her to bed so she could get some proper sleep and not wake up with a crick in her neck or a pain in her back.

"Chris-"

"We're taking him today, he's got breakfast club. Come on and I'll carry you." Evan moved his hand to cup the side of her face, grinning softly when (Y/n) leaned into his touch.

Both Eddie and Evan were on shift pulling a double, but they were starting early today. (Y/n) usually took Chris to school when the boys were at work, but he was starting breakfast club for one week and it began today. That meant the boys could take him on their way to work and he wouldn't be sat alone early in the classroom.

It also meant that (Y/n) didn't have to get up and take Chris. She had been awake all night. Eddie came home off a day shift, saw his family for a while then crawled into bed. And Evan needed to sleep because they were both on a twenty four hour shift.

So (Y/n) had taken the night shift at home of waking up every twenty to thirty minutes to settle their daughter.

Luna had a chest infection. She couldn't sleep, she was coughing so badly she was starting to be sick and she was worn out but she still couldn't sleep as she was unsettled and feeling the effects. It wasn't easy to settle a toddler, Luna was only one. The only way to settle her was to hold and cuddle her. All. Night.

"Luna won't sleep, I may as well stay here."

"Do you want me to stay home, because I will-"

"No, baby you go to work. After tomorrow, the bed is mine and the toddler is yours." (Y/n) leaned up and pecked Evan's lips before she curled her hands around his arm and reeled it into her chest.

Evan had five days off in a row after he finished tomorrow morning. That meant he could spend all of those days cuddling his baby girl and trying to make sure she took her medicine, started to eat properly and nursing her back to health.

(Y/n) was tired, she was exhausted, but she didn't mind. She worked from home and she could plough through her work once Evan was on his days off. And when Eddie had a day off with them, that meant Luna and Chris would be spoiled by both their dads.

"Alright, that's a deal." Evan cupped (Y/n)'s chin in his hand and lifted her head enough so that he could give her a kiss.

A soft hum vibrated through Eddie's chest and up his throat while he looked down at the little girl in his arms. His hand rhythmically patted against the back of her legs while his other hand cradled the back of her head and smoothed over her thin wisps of dark hair.

Tilting his head down, Eddie kissed the top of her head and continued to sway from left to right. He felt the way Luna batted her small fist against his chest like she was trying to tap out a beat or tell him something and it made him smile against her temple. But when he glanced down at the watch on his wrist, he sighed.

He and Evan needed to go before they made themselves late for work.

Eddie didn't want to go. He didn't want to go to work and leave (Y/n) home alone, run down and needing to look after their sick toddler. He knew Luna had barely slept all night and she was only half asleep in his arms right now.

"Alright baby girl, can you go to sleep for daddy, please?" His words hushed against her flushed skin and he moved over towards the cot beneath the window.

He leaned over and very carefully laid Luna down and took a few seconds to unhook her hand that had been clutching his shirt collar for the last twenty minutes.

Eddie brushed his thumb over the back of Luna's small hand and stayed leaning over the crib. But the moment he pulled the blanket over her and leaned up, he cringed.

She began to cry.

Her hand bashed against her nose and reached up as she wriggled around and stretched her arms out for him again. Her legs kicked up and she wriggled to try and roll over to get up and reach out for Eddie. She wasn't going to sleep unless one of her three parents was holding her.

With a sigh, Eddie tipped his head forward before he reached his arms back down and gently eased her back up again. He straightened up and settled her on his chest, nuzzling his nose against her hair as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. He turned away from the cot and trudged towards the door to head out into the hall.

"Poor baby," He murmured softly into her hair as he padded down the hall and headed into the living room where Evan was sat on the edge of the sofa and (Y/n) was laid out.

"She won't sleep?" (Y/n) guessed as she tilted her head back to look up at Eddie when he hovered beside the sofa.

"Nope. I tried, mi amor, I'm sorry." Eddie had gotten a shower and took Luna with him in the hopes that the steam would help her breathe better and settle her down. But the only thing that settled her was being held, cuddled and walked around the house which (Y/n) had been doing all night. Eddie thought if he could get her to sleep even for an hour, it would give (Y/n) a break.

"Pass here over, I'll get her medicine before we go."

Evan held his hands out and stood up, smiling softly when his little girl was gently eased into his arms. They swapped places so Eddie could sit next to (Y/n) and give her a kiss while Evan slowly made his way into the kitchen where Chris was sat at the table, almost asleep.

"Wake up bud, we'll be off in a minute." Evan ruffled Chris's curls before he opened the medicine cupboard and found the small bottle of antibiotics.

He found a syringe on the draining board and leaned his hips back against the counter, shuffling Luna further down his chest. Her cheek was nuzzled into his chest as she snuffled and wheezed. Her eyes were closed and she was settling down but she was still awake, Evan could tell.

"Is she still poorly, pops?"

"Just a bit… come on little moon, here we go." Evan pressed the syringe to her lips and got her to take it before she realised what it was. He cringed when Luna coughed, squeezing her eyes tighter as her nose crinkled and she made a spluttering noise. But Evan kept running his hand up and down her back and kissed her temple, trying to coax her to calm down. The last thing they needed was her throwing the medicine back up again.

"Me and mum will look after her."

A tender smile flooded Evan's face when Chris got up and clung to his side, looking up at Luna who was still snuggled down in Evan's arms, snuffling a little quieter now.

"Thank you bud." Evan kissed the top of his head before he guided him through into the living room. He carefully lowered Luna down into (Y/n)'s arms and smiled as (Y/n) wriggled down the sofa so she was laid down. She settled Luna on her chest with her head just beneath (Y/n)'s chin.

"Call us later to let us know how you all are."

***

A round of coughing tremored through (Y/n)'s ears and made her lips curl as she woke up. She couldn't have been asleep for long.

Her hand brushed across her eyes and nose before she grumbled and pushed herself up. She flicked the bedside lamp on and turned to her right to see her two kids. Chris was on the far side of the bed, snuggled up into the pillow and his head shifted a little when he started to wake and hear Luna's coughing.

The toddler was laid in between them on her side with Chris's arm draped over her middle. Her knees were pulled up to her tummy and the dummy she had been sleeping with was now spat out on the bed so she could cough and begin to whimper.

"Come here little girl." (Y/n) gently lifted Luna up and leaned back into the pillows. She brought her knees up so she could carefully sit Luna on her stomach and prop her up against her knees. Her eyes darted over her daughter who was still coughing, but now her breaths were starting to come out in wheezes and she was beginning to struggle.

She felt Chris snuggle up into the middle of the bed to be near her side and it made her smile. He had come to watch a movie in bed with (Y/n) to keep her company and try to help look after Luna and (Y/n) didn't mind him sleeping in her room.

She already knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight with Luna being this ill.

"Oh no," Panic dwelled up in (Y/n)'s stomach as she peered closer at her daughter.

Not only was Luna barely able to breathe, now (Y/n) could see a rash forming on her skin. This wasn't normal and (Y/n) couldn't think of what else to do when she had given Luna Calpol and her prescribed antibiotics and she had taken her temperature which was rising high.

Fumbling her hand out on the side table, (Y/n) found her phone and clicked on the first of her boys to pop up on screen. It happened to be Eddie. She needed some advice because the way things were looking, (Y/n) was starting to think she was going to be spending the night in the emergency room.

"Hey mi amor, how's the little lady?"

"Eddie, we've got a problem, I need help." She had called the boys earlier in the evening to say that Luna hadn't had a lot of sleep and she was still coughing. She had almost heard the pain in their voices when they promised to be home soon and look after both girls.

(Y/n) hated to call them when they were at work but she needed Eddie's medical advice because she knew this couldn't be normal.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"She's got a rash, it's everywhere and she won't stop coughing… a-and she's been throwing up too."

(Y/n) had been surprised when Luna had managed to eat a little more today, but tonight everything came back up with vengeance. Luna began throwing up and wouldn't stop until all she had left was bile and spit. It had been a vain hope that Luna would finally get some sleep tonight and feel better in the morning. Clearly she wasn't going to sleep or get better.

"Fuck, where's the rash?" Eddie dragged his hand through his hair and leaned back against the sofa.

He knew Luna didn't have a rash this morning when he got her washed and dressed. The most she had was flushed skin and very dark red lips from the amount of coughing she had been doing lately. Depending on where the rash was would tell them how bad it was and if they had to go to the emergency room or not.

"Hang on," (Y/n) mumbled quietly as she pulled her phone back and clicked on the video call button. She turned the camera round and pointed it at Luna, propped up against her knees.

Eddie sat forward until he was on the edge of the sofa and he squinted, bringing the phone closer to he could try and examine his little girl. He was pleased when (Y/n) moved the camera up and down and moved Luna's onesie so he could see how it was spreading.

"Oh God… Buck, Buck come here." He waved his hand behind him, knowing his partner was somewhere in the kitchen trying to make a drink.

Moving her phone, (Y/n) held it tighter as she leaned back against the pillow and eased Luna down onto her chest when she began to cough again.

"Yeah babe wh- Jesus what happened?!" Both Evan's hands moved to grab Eddie's shoulders and he leaned down to look at Eddie's phone. His eyes narrowed as he moved his head near Eddie's shoulder until their cheeks were touching.

What had happened to their daughter?

She had an awful rash spreading across her face, all over her cheeks, down her neck and he could tell it had gone down to her chest too. And as a few seconds ticked by, Evan felt his chest tightening in panic. Luna wasn't breathing properly. She was taking awful, gasping breaths and every few seconds she would snuffle and grog and cough like her lungs were full of water and she was drowning.

"Eddie I don't know what to- shit!" (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back when Luna grogged into her neck and spat. She knew her little girl couldn't help it but it was still a horrible feeling and it wasn't good to know she was trying to be sick even with nothing left in her stomach.

Pushing forward, (Y/n) moved to stand up and cuddled Luna against her chest in her left arm while she held her phone up to look at the boys. When she glanced over her shoulder, she tried to smile at Chris who was half awake, watching her to see what was going on. He could hear both dads on the phone and it made him curious.

"She could have meningitis, we need to take her to the emergency room. Now."

Eddie's words made (Y/n)'s eyes water and she tipped her head back with a frown. She knew this was going to happen.

"Bobby, Bobby we need to go." Evan's hands gave Eddie's shoulders a tight squeeze before he turned and bolted to go downstairs and find their captain. They couldn't stay on shift. Their daughter wasn't well, they had to go home and be with her when she went to see the doctor.

"Y-you're leaving work?" (Y/n) rolled her lips together as she tried to stop the tears but she couldn't help it.

She shuddered when Luna's small arms locked around her neck and she began to wheeze. Her head tilted down and she tried to look down at Luna and rock her up and down to see if it helped but she was just taking in deep breaths and spluttering them back out again.

"Of course we are, mi amor. Get Chris up and ready, we won't be long I promise." Of course they were coming home. Bobby told everyone that family came first and if they had any emergencies that they should tell him and they could leave immediately. And he was more than understanding when it came to Evan and Eddie.

He understood that it wouldn't be fair for one of them to stay on shift and the other to go home during emergencies. If they had a family emergency, Bobby was fine with both men heading home.

"Eddie! Eddie s-she's not breathing properly!"

Eddie felt Evan's arm clench around his bicep the moment the pair of them rushed through the front door. They headed into the living room, scanning their eyes around as (Y/n) bolted over to them.

She had changed into one of Evan's lounge shirts and a pair of leggings and Chris was in his pyjamas with his shoes and coat on and his glasses. Although he was almost asleep in the armchair, curled up since it was half past eleven at night.

Both men almost stumbled back when (Y/n) bolted over to them and held their toddler out until Eddie took her.

Luna's breathing had become worse and worse but just before the boys pulled up, (Y/n) started crying when she realised her daughter was barely breathing at all. She was at the point of wheezing and gasping and right now her knees were pulled up to her tummy and her arms were coiled into her chest.

"Okay, shh baby girl, come here."

Eddie took Luna into his arms and sat down on the edge of the armchair next to Chris. He sat her down on his lap with one hand on her chest and the other flat out on her back. He rubbed his hand deeply up and down her back and tilted her forward so she was leaning down to try and ease her chest.

She wasn't choking but Eddie couldn't see why she wasn't breathing properly. She could be congested or she could have meningitis or some other illness that was clogging her chest and weighing down on her lungs.

He kept his hand up and down her back and jittered his knee up and down until Luna gave a croaky grumble and took a deep breath.

"Everyone in the car."

Evan reached down and scooped Chris up into his arms, letting him curl his legs around his torso and his chin perch on Evan's shoulder. He followed (Y/n) out the door with Eddie right behind him, Luna in his arms and her bag on his shoulder that (Y/n) had packed ready.

Moving over to the jeep, Evan carefully laid Chris out in the passenger seat and strapped him in, letting him curl up. He could have a power nap now and sleep while they got seen by a doctor. It wasn't fair to disrupt Chris like this but they didn't have any other choice. It was far too late to be ringing round family asking if they could wake up and look after Chris. And neither parent wanted to stay home while the other two went with Luna to hospital.

Chris would be calmer staying with his parents and watching over his sister.

Once Eddie strapped Luna in her car seat, he climbed in the front as (Y/n) shuffled into the middle seat in the back. Her head tilted to the left and she tried to smile when Evan wormed his way into the back with her.

"Christ." He muttered under his breath as he strapped his belt on and turned to the right, squashed up between (Y/n) and the door. He leaned on his side so his weight was on his right hip and his right arm spread out over (Y/n)'s shoulders. He moved his left arm out to rest his hand on Luna's chest and his lips pressed against (Y/n)'s head when she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

(Y/n) brushed her fingers across Luna's chest along with Evan and they watched her intently as she started to wheeze again. Her cheeks puffed out, her lips scrunched up and her hands batted around until Evan held her hand and started brushing his thumb across her fingers.

Each of them winced when a round of coughing flooded the car. Luna tilted forward in her car seat and began spluttering like her lungs were clogged and she could barely catch any air.

"Let it out baby," Evan tried to rub circles along her chest to see if a little pressure and motion would get her to take deeper breaths. But all she did was turn to crying and gasping instead.

Eddie pulled up in the closest space he could find and once he got out, he rounded the other side of the car and unbuckled Chris who was almost asleep. "Come here bud," He whispered, looping his son's arms around his neck so he could lift him up out the chair and settle him on his hip. Chris's head flopped onto his shoulder and his legs bound tight over Eddie's hips as he shut the door and waited for his partners to get out.

Moving over, (Y/n) stood beside Eddie and curled one hand around his upper arm while Evan got Luna out.

He settled her down on his chest with one hand on her back and the other around her legs, keeping her in the middle of his chest. Her head tucked into his chest just beneath his collar bone and she coughed into his shirt which she gripped tightly around the collar.

The emergency room was busy. It usually seemed busier on nights than it did during the day, but almost every seat was taken tonight and it made (Y/n) wince. How long were they going to have to sit and wait? How long could they wait with Luna coughing up a storm like this?

Reaching his arm out, Eddie curled his free hand around (Y/n)'s waist and guided her towards the last two free chairs near the toilets.

Eddie slowly sat down and wriggled Chris around until he was leant up on his chest, his head still on Eddie's shoulder and arms still bound around his neck. (Y/n) stood beside him and curled her hand around his shoulder, watching anxiously as Evan stood at reception and reeled off their details and what the problem was.

She felt Eddie's free arm trace around her hips and with a small tug, he pulled her down to sit on his lap with Chris on his other side. There was only one seat free next to Eddie and they left that for Evan as he walked over to them.

He took his seat next to Eddie and leaned Luna back into his chest as she began to cry.

"Shh, it's okay baby." Evan smoothed his hand up and down Luna's back and smothered his lips against the top of her head. He jittered his leg up and down to try and rock her a little to see if it would help. He didn't fancy pacing the length of the waiting room with people watching and being close by. Evan would rather stay seated here with his family.

Turning his head to the right, Eddie smiled softly when one of Luna's hands batted out and landed on his arm. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head and nuzzled his nose against her cheek to try and make her smile, but she didn't. Her wide eyes were still watering and she sniffed, curling her hand around his sleeve and when she coughed against his cheek, Eddie grimaced and pulled back.

"Thanks for that, baby girl." He leaned back as she snuggled further into Evan, but he didn't like the way she began wheezing.

Evan shifted her round so she was sat up on his knees with one hand on her chest and the other on her back. He tilted her forward and bounced his knees up and down to try and get her breathing properly but she continued to wheeze and croak until everyone was looking at them with worry.

"Luna Buckley-Diaz?"

(Y/n) looked across at the boys in surprise. They had barely been waiting five minutes. They must have seen how poorly Luna was to get her pushed through first, and given that she wasn't even two years old yet went in their favour too. She was a high priority, clearly.

They all got up and followed the doctor into the assessment unit and into a small cubicle on the right.

She sat down at her desk while Evan sat down in the chair opposite and settled Luna on his lap again. Eddie sat down beside him, juggling Chris on his lap while (Y/n) stood at his side and leaned into him. She ran her fingers through the back of Eddie's hair, trying to calm herself down as her eyes focused on Luna.

"I'm doctor Allen… who's the father?" Her eyes darted between the three of them with furrowed brows and intrigue in her eyes. She hadn't expected three people to follow her into her office. And they didn't usually get whole families bringing children down to the emergency room.

"We both are." The stern tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n) grip his shoulder. He wasn't trying to be rude but Eddie wasn't in the mood to run her through their private life. Their daughter was ill and she needed assessing, it didn't matter who was here at the hospital with her. They didn't need an argument in the hospital. They had done enough of that when (Y/n) was pregnant.

"Okay. Run me through what's happened." She snapped on a pair of gloves and moved her chair closer to be in front of them so she could look over at Luna.

"She's had an infection for over a week… we got some antibiotics yesterday but they're not helping." When (Y/n) took Luna to the doctors last week she had taken Chris too just to they could make sure he was alright and that he wasn't going to develop the same infection.

They told her to carry on with Calpol and see how Luna faired, but when she only got worse they gave antibiotics yesterday. Luna only seemed to be progressing worse instead of improving.

"The rash came on tonight and she isn't breathing properly. She's being sick too." Eddie kept his left arm around Chris who was half awake with his eyes closed and his face tucked into Eddie's neck. He reached his right hand out towards his little girl and let Luna take his hand to focus on.

She coughed onto his fingers and pulled his hand close, squeezing tight. When she started to cry and lean back and forth as she gasped, Eddie brushed his finger beneath her chin to try and calm her down.

"Let's take a look at her." She smiled down at Luna and took her temperature before she tried to listen to her lungs which they all knew were crackling from the way she was coughing and struggling to breathe.

When she tried to look into Luna's mouth, the toddler whined and pushed back into Evan, tugging on Eddie's hand that she pressed against her mouth as if to try and hide away.

"Sh, come on be a good girl." Evan mumbled softly into her thin hair while Eddie lowered his hand so she couldn't hide behind it.

"What antibiotics was she prescribed?"

(Y/n) rummaged around in her bag and handed the small bottle over. Eddie had checked it before they first gave it to Luna to make sure it was okay for her as she was really young to be having antibiotics. But it was a small dose and it less percentage, and in liquid form for her to take.

"I'd say she's having a reaction to them, I'd like to give her a steroid injection to see if it helps her breathe any better."

Leaning down, (Y/n) knelt on the floor beside Eddie's leg so she could try and capture Luna's attention. While Eddie pulled his hand out to stretch Luna's arms out near his lap. They needed her attention diverted so the doctor could inject her swiftly without much of a fuss.

Evan rolled down the sleeve of her onesie and took the cotton swab and dabbed it across her arm. He tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips to the back of her head while (Y/n) grinned and held out a teddy and Eddie kept messing with her hands and rubbing his thumb across her fingers to keep her occupied.

Evan cringed the moment the needle punctured into Luna's upper right arm. Her little face contorted from huffed breaths into a tight frown and her lips curved right down towards her chin as she cried out. A long, drawn out whine burst past her lips before she tugged on Eddie's hand and started to gasp.

Spit rolled down her chin and tears flushed her face as she kept taking in very short, laboured breaths to try and cry but the noise came out croaky and muffled like a broken record.

"Such a good girl. I'll find an inhaler and a spacer, I'd like to get some steroids into her lungs as she's really not breathing well."

Doctor Allen stepped out to go and find what she needed and when (Y/n) looked up at Eddie, her face softened when she realised Chris was starting to wake up. He shuffled down towards her mumbling "Mum," and climbed onto her lap with his back against her chest so he could look up at both dads and his little sister.

When another croaky sound burst past Luna's lips, she leaned forward and pulled on Eddie's hand until he took the hint.

"Alright baby, come to daddy." He stood her up on his thighs and stared up at her while Evan ran his hand up and down her back.

Her arms looped around Eddie's neck and she pushed forward onto his chest, bending her knees into his abdomen as she snuffled and leaned her cheek on his shoulder so she was facing Evan. She stopped screaming when Eddie kissed her shoulder and swayed her from side to side while Evan kissed her cheek.

"Here we go, do you know how it works?"

"Yeah," Evan took the yellow spacer with flowers stuck all over the clear middle tube and he held the purple inhaler he was handed over.

Once the inhaler was clipped on the end, Evan leaned back and turned to face Luna. She was settled on Eddie's chest and moving her wouldn't be a great idea right now when they could try and do this with her being comfy with Eddie.

Evan pretended to press the spacer against his nose to get Luna's attention and when she reached out for it, he leaned away and held it out of her reach. "Oh no, little moon. This is mine." He pretended to breathe into it again and when Luna made a grabby hand, he turned it around.

As quick as anything, Evan pressed the inhaler down and held the mask over Luna's mouth and nose. She tried to squirm away but Eddie pressed his cheek against her head and held her in place, humming against her hair. She wriggled, dug her tiny fingers into his shoulders and started to cry, but it made her breathe in the steroids.

"Aren't you a good girl, hm? That's our little lady." Eddie smoothed his hand in circles across her back and shuffled to the edge of his seat so the doctor could look at her again.

His lips smothered the side of her head and he hushed her as she cried out when the thermometer pressed into her ear and made her jump.

"Temperature is high… but she's breathing a bit better now. I'd like to admit her into the children's unit, so we can monitor her on some new antibiotics and get her fever down. If you'd hold her now so I can take some blood samples, we can get her admitted right away and once she's stable, you can all go back home."

(Y/n) held Chris's sides when he stood up and took the rabbit teddy from (Y/n)'s bag on the floor. He held the teddy out towards his little sister when Eddie sat her on his lap. He kept her focus on the teddy in his hand and moved it around to keep her eyes glued to it while Eddie held her chest and her back. And Evan held her right arm out towards the doctor.

A horrible, croaky whine burst past her lips when the needle slipped into the crease of her elbow and she tilted her head back to look up at both dads. Her glare and the way her lips crinkled was a dirty look as if her dads had just betrayed her and it made Evan wince.

When Eddie noticed the frown on Evan's face, he smiled softly and leaned over to peck his cheek. The moment their girl was born, she had them both wrapped around her little finger, even more so when she was ill.

"All done," Chris spoke tiredly and held the teddy out to Luna once the needle was removed and a tiny beige plaster was stuck to her arm.

He turned around and looped his arms around (Y/n)'s neck and she stood up and let him cling to her front until she picked him up. He was getting heavy to be carrying around, but (Y/n) didn't mind. He was her little boy now and they had kept him up past midnight for an emergency trip. The least (Y/n) could do was carry her boy and let him try and get back to sleep.

"Make your way to the children's unit on the second floor, they'll be expecting you."

"Thank you."

Evan hooked (Y/n)'s bag over his shoulder and curved an arm around her waist, keeping her tucked into his side as he smiled softly down at Chris who was looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

"You okay buddy?" Evan lifted his arm up from (Y/n)'s waist to wrap it around her shoulders instead so his hand could rest on Chris's back. He pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head and kept her in front of him while Eddie walked at his side with their daughter whimpering into his chest.

"Yeah. Luna was brave."

"Oh, she's a brave girl." Eddie murmured as he they headed towards the stairs to go up to the second floor.

He was more than relieved that Bobby had been so quick to let them leave shift and come home to get their family. Neither Eddie or Evan would have wanted (Y/n) to bring the kids down here on her own and juggle all of this and then have to stay in the hospital through the night with the kids.

They both wanted to be here with (Y/n) and the kids and make sure they were all alright.

And the night was far from over.

[herofics]

No Longer Mine, part 4

A/N: Oh boy, I started writing this like right after I finished the last part, but Idk when this part is actually gonna be finished lol. Sometimes it takes a week, sometimes it takes five months… Idk if this is particularly good tbh, but I don't care I just wanna post it. Part 1, part 2 and part 3 can be found in the links here or in the masterlist on my pinned post

Word count: 1.3k

When you woke up, you were groggy and in pain. You were laying on your stomach, and your back ached like hell. You tried to push yourself up, but it hurt too much, so you stopped and laid back down.

"Take it easy darling, you were hurt pretty badly" Nanami said from next to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

You weren't sure how you ended up in the infirmary, or why your back hurt so much, but you knew Ava had something to do with it. She'd threatened you before you'd lost consciousness, that you knew for sure. She must have been the one that had arranged your disappearance over four years ago.

"I'm gonna kick her ass" you groaned into your pillow.

"I understand the impulse, but I hope you're going to allow yourself to heal first" Nanami sighed.

"We'll see, even if I can't kick her ass right now, I at least want answers"

"I know I can't talk you out of it, but you really do need time to rest and heal" Nanami tried to convince you.

"Fine, I'll talk to her tomorrow" you sighed. "I'm pretty tired anyway…"

"You can rest easy, I'll be here when you wake up. I won't let anything happen to you" Nanami said, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you Kento" you smiled tiredly.

Gojo sat outside the infirmary for hours. His thoughts were just running around in circles in his head. He blamed himself, then he blamed Ava, and then he blamed himself again. You were going to heal and be just fine, but he couldn't stop thinking about how this was his fault. If he'd never come into your life, you would have been fine, none of this ever would have happened to you. He had convinced himself that this was a fact. That your life would undoubtedly have been better if it wasn't for him.

When you woke up some time during the next afternoon, Nanami was asleep in on the chair next to your bed. He looked so peaceful, even if a bit uncomfortable. Your back felt a lot better than before, and you felt better in general too. It was a drastic difference from the night before. You definitely felt like you could kick Ava's ass now. Shoko had done wonders with her reversed cursed technique as usual, and even just one night's rest helped a lot. You were ready to face her, and get some answers.

You sat up on the bed, and stretched your arms towards the ceiling. Your back still ached, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before. You sighed deeply as you lowered your arms. You placed a hand on Nanami's leg and gave him a little shake.

"Hmmm?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning" you glanced at the clock on the wall. "Or afternoon apparently"

"How are you feeling?" Nanami asked, looking at you with a worried expression.

"I'm okay, definitely feels like I could kick Ava's ass, but I want answers first" you said.

"Would you like me to come with you?" he inquired.

"I feel like this is between Gojo, me and Ava. I'm sure he wants answers too" you sighed.

"Are you sure you want it to be just the three of you? I know Gojo wouldn't let her hurt you, but it's going to be a pretty volatile situation" Nanami noted.

"I'll be fine, I know you want to be there for me, but I'll tell you everything afterwards. I know it's not going to be pleasant, but I think it's better if it's just the three of us" you assured him.

"Fine, but call me if you need anything"

"Of course, and thank you Kento…"

You put on a t-shirt and an oversize cardigan, and walked into the hallway. To your surprise, you found Gojo laying on the chairs outside the infirmary. He seemed to be sleeping. You slightly kicked the side of his calf, jolting him awake. He looked miserable and tired, sitting there and looking at you with an expression you couldn't make sense of. You used to be able to read him so well, but it seemed your ability to do so had degraded over the years apart from him.

"You're okay?!" Gojo exclaimed, much louder than he'd meant to.

He was just standing in front of you, a bit too close for comfort. He looked like he wanted to hug you, or maybe to just grab you to make sure you were real. You could feel his eyes scanning you, and you looked to the side.

"I'm fine…" you sighed. "Have you talked to Ava yet?"

"No, I was kinda waiting for you"

"Let's go then. I want answers, I'm sure you do too"

"Yeah" Gojo muttered and started walking towards the detention room.

You followed him in silence. He was walking quite fast, but when he noticed you were falling behind, he slowed his pace to walk beside you. It felt awkward, both the silence and being alone with him. This never used to happen before, ever since you met him, you'd never had such an awkward silence between you. It felt heavy and uncomfortable, but you still preferred it to talking to him. What would you even say? On the other hand, you wanted to yell at him, and on the other, you just wanted to ask him so many things and talk. Just talk for hours and get the answers you needed.

Gojo wasn't sure what to say to you. He wanted to apologize for everything, he wanted to tell you he was going to make it right. Ava was going to get the punishment she deserved, and he would stay away from you. You would be better off with Nanami anyway, you deserved someone like him, someone who could make you happy.

When you got to the detention room's door, you could hear Ava thrashing around inside and screaming. She had probably heard the two of you coming.

"You ready?" Gojo asked, just staring at the door.

"As ready as I'll ever be" you swallowed loudly.

Gojo unlocked the door and pushed it open. You could see Ava, tied to the chair in the middle of the room. She looked at you with such hatred it almost made you take a step back. You wouldn't give her that satisfaction, though, so you stood your ground, and followed Gojo into the room. The moment Ava's eyes moved from you to Gojo, her expression changed. She smiled and looked at him with such adoration, it made you feel a little bit uneasy.

"Satoru, my love. What are you doing with them? You're not cheating on me, are you?" her voice changed from sickly sweet to freezing cold in a matter of seconds.

"I can't cheat on you, we're not together anymore" Gojo said bluntly.

"You lied to him about me, didn't you? You told him I hurt you or something to turn him against me" Ava looked at you, again with that same hatred.

"They didn't tell me anything, I saw you do it. You attacked (Nam)- (Last Name)!" Gojo raised his voice.

"Calm down" you said to Gojo, and put a hand on his arm as if to stop him from taking a step forward.

The gesture made him freeze in place. Gojo looked down at your hand, and then he met your eyes. You looked determined, but all he could focus on was your hand squeezing his forearm. That familiar feeling of warmth and love he always experienced when you touched him, he'd missed it. He needed to make things right with you, but now was not the time for that. Now was the time to get answers out of Ava.

[wileys-russo]

Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests, but maybe a sequel to ‘headache’ with Alessia, where this time reader is the one with the headache?

part one headache 2.0 II a.russo

alarm bells had sung out in alessia's head from the very first moment she'd woken up this morning, having fallen asleep with you tucked up beside her she was surprised to find the bed empty.

sitting up and rubbing her face tiredly she'd blinked the sleep from her eyes and checked the other bed, maybe you'd wanted some space.

but no, that one was also empty which further peaked her suspicion.

"babe? are you here?" she called out, frown deepening when she didn't receive a response at first. then after a few beats of silence pass she heard what sounded like the faintest of hums from the bathroom.

quickly kicking off the duvet she tied her hair up and out of her face, padding toward the open bathroom door, heart falling into her stomach at the sight of you laid down on the floor with a towel over your face.

"baby?" she was knelt beside you in an instant, gently peeling off the wet towel as you blinked a few times, wincing at the harsh white light of the bathroom and groaning quietly. "what's happened? are you hurt? sick? did you pass out? throw up?" alessia helped you to sit up, checking all over you as you softly pushed her away.

"i'm fine less." you brushed off her concerns with a sigh that didn't pass as okay. "well i just found you asleep on the bathroom floor, so something is up pretty girl. talk to me!" alessia worried, still fussing over you as you gently pushed away her hands, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"i just have a bit of a headache and i thought the cold tiles and a wet towel might help." you admitted, eyes closed as alessia reached up to flick off the bathroom light. "oh my love." the blonde's face softened, quietly murmuring that the floor was hardly clean and helping you up to your feet and back to bed.

"how bad is it one to ten? don't lie please." she all but whispered, squatted down as you sat on the edge of the bed, still pinching the bridge of your nose hoping it might relieve some pressure. "a six? seven maybe? it was worse before but it keeps going up and down, i woke up around four i think." you mumbled quietly.

"hey why didn't you wake me?" alessia frowned, thumb gently carressing your cheek. "didn't wanna bother you." you grumbled quietly, the obvious strain in your voice causing her heart to break a little further.

"my beautiful girl you are never a bother, we've spoken about this before." alessia assured you with another frown, kissing the crown of your head as you nodded and mumbled a near inaudible apology.

"i'm gonna go talk to sarina babe you cannot train today." alessia decided for you seeing the obvious wince of pain flash across your face once again.

"i'll be fine less! please. we're only in the gym today and i can handle that, i just need some water and some food and a tablet." you argued, alessia biting her tongue knowing just how stubborn you could be, especially when it came to national camps.

"fine. but i'm still telling her you've got a headache so she keeps an eye on it!" your girlfriend warned as you nodded, also not having the energy to go back and forth. "i can go down and bring you up some food baby? give you an extra hour or two of rest." her tone softened again as she looked at you sympathetically.

"no no it's okay. can you get me a bottle of water though please?" you requested softly, a cold bottle from the fridge in your hand within seconds, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth as you pressed it against your closed eyes.

whilst you did alessia raced around the room, drawing the curtains and trying to make the room as dark as possible, swearing quietly as she stubbed her toe on the end of the bed, biting down on her bottom lip to stop her from yelling out she took a few deep breaths.

"come here and lay down baby, we still have some time before breakfast." alessia moved to sit up against the headrest of the bed, tapping the space between her legs as you managed to shuffle over. laying down your head rested in her lap and her fingers carded through your hair.

"is this okay?" she asked softly with a frown, bending down to mumble the words against your forehead, leaving a lingering kiss on the warm skin as you nodded wordlessly, melting into her tender touch.

"i love you lessi." you whispered out as the blonde swooned, ducking down again to this time press a sweet kiss to your lips, whispering those same three words right back.

~

"maybe this wasn't the best idea." alessia mumbled, herself wincing at the sudden change of volume as the two of you entered the dining hall she couldn't imagine how it would feel for you. "it's fine." you dismissed with a small sigh, tucking yourself more into her side.

"what do you feel like you can stomach babe?" the blonde asked quietly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head, her arm draped protectively over your shoulder as you cuddled into her side.

"whatever you're having, maybe some eggs though please." you whispered, alessia nodding and ordering the two of you eggs the way she knew you liked, grabbing some toast and fruit for the pair of you as well.

"good morning lovebirds!" alessia winced as mary appeared beside her, throwing her own arm over your shoulder as the striker was quick to shove her off. "oi! feeling a bit possessive are we less?" the goalkeeper teased, earning herself a withering glare.

"she's got a headache mary and you're as loud as a foghorn. shut up or go away!" alessia warned sternly, smiling in thanks to the chef as she grabbed your shared tray.

"jesus alright! no need to bite my head off." mary rolled her eyes, staying behind to grab her own food as alessia guided the two of you to an empty table on the opposite side of the room, as far away from everyone as the two of you could get.

"i can feed myself lessi my head hurts not my hands." you cracked a smile as the blonde attempted to offer you a forkful of eggs, picking up your own cutlery.

"just trying to take care of you is all baby." alessia kissed your cheek sweetly, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you ate, your body still tucked securely into her side.

but of course that peace didn't last.

"oi ya left me on read this morning kid, not appreciated!" alessia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as lucy teasingly smacked the back of your head, taking a seat with her breakfast and missing the pain which flickered across your face.

"lucy!" alessia seethed, fussing over you as you mumbled you were fine, gently prying away her hands.

"what? she's not made of fine china less she hits me about all the time." the older girl rolled her eyes unknowingly. "she's got a fucking headache and you just smacked her right where it hurts!" alessia growled protectively, lucy's face paling as she paused mid mouthful.

"shit! sorry kid." the northerner winced apologetically as you waved her off wordlessly, the pain starting to set in behind your eyes now from the harsh light of the hall, training your gaze down to the table instead.

"good moorning england!" alessia winced now as ella, grace and georgia joined the three of you, ella screaming at the top of her lungs as she dropped herself down across from you, grace and georgia chattering away.

"what no good mornin back? where's ya manners gone then!" grace teased as she greeted you and you remained silent, pulling you into a headlock as alessia was on her feet within seconds, yanking the younger girl off who paled at the sight of the scowl on her face.

"i was jokin round with her less honest!" the blonde apologised with her hands in the air, wide eyed and terrified of the striker who suddenly sent a mean glare to the entire table, stood protectively behind you.

"whats in your shorts this morning then less? why do you look like somebody pissed in your cereal." ella sent her a toothy grin, lucy stamping on her foot and shaking her head as the mancunian frowned in confusion. "what?"

"she's got a headache would all of you please shut up and keep your hands off of her and to yourself!" alessia warned firmly, dropping back into her seat and tugging you tighter into her side, arm again wrapped securely around your shoulders.

"a headache? aw poor baby!" ella teased, lucy sighing with a wince as even georgia shook her head to signal ella to lay off.

"tooney would you like to get through today being able to talk? because i'll personally shove my hand in your mouth and tie your tongue in a knot if it means you shut up!" the blonde threatened seriously, rendering her best friend speechless.

"lessi it's fine love, eat your breakfast please." you murmured knocking your knee against her as she fixed the girls with one final glare, kissing your cheek and going back to eating, an awkward silence settling around the table.

"so less would you prefer we call you nurse russo or doctor russo?" "right thats it come here tooney!"

[joelssimp]

STILL | CHAPTER 06

CW: Description of period cramp, Pedrito will take care of you tho dw Also diving into Pedro's POV for once, I usually don't do this, but felt necessary for this story.

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06 - Cramp

It was four in the morning when the pain woke me up from one of my best dreams. And it was obvious that after the night I had at work, the thought of him would find its way into my dreams in the silence of the night.

Now that I knew what it was like to be in his arms, the heat of his body, and what it was like to be completely immersed in the aroma of his perfume, I would find it strange not to dream about it at least once a night.

The sting of pain came directly from my uterus. A familiar cramp that would not let me go back to sleep. Even though I was on birth control, from time to time a lighter period would come up just to remind me that nature is still cruel on women. Cramps were the worse of it for me, umpredictable, sometimes it was just a discomfort, other times would be merceless.

This month looks like the type that would take me out for a whole fucking day.

I went through the bathroom cabinet to find the OB package, and only after I was properly set up, I went looking for some effective meds to try to relieve the sharp stings os pain that were shooting through my abdomen.

That whole time I only thought about how lucky I was to have a Friday off work.

There were rare times in my life that any medicine had any effect in this situation. And even with my breathing ragged from the pain, I went to sit on the couch in the living room. I had three hours like that, or was it more? — honestly, I lost track of time — watching something on TV that I could barely pay attention to, writhing with the annoying cramps, trying to find a position that would help me sooth some of it.

Kate woke up around seven thirty in the morning, confused that I was lying down with my knee pressing on my belly as if I were a baby in the womb.

"Bad night?"

"My monthly torture," I grumbled in response.

"Did you take anything to help with the pain?" She rubbed her eyes, still waking up.

"An Advil, but that crap never works."

"I have a hot water pad," she pointed in the direction of her room. "I'll leave it ready before I go to work."

"You're the best."

"I know." Kate blew a kiss, smug with the compliment, and moved to start her morning. 

Before leaving for work, she made sure to leave me with a hot cup of coffee and another of tea, her hot water pad, and more medicine to try to help with the discomfort. She was simply an angel in the shape of a person.

It was so good to be cared for with affection in a friendship that was beginning to grow into complicity without expecting anything in return. She was funny without meaning to be, and she was affectionate when she needed to be.

I wasn't expecting to receive any visitors there at the apartment, but the sound of the intercom right after lunch made me jump on the couch. I ran to answer it and was surprised by his voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you up for visitors?"

"Pedro?" I asked, noticing my heart racing.

"Yeah, I finished early today, and I decided to come visit you." He seemed embarrassed, and if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't see his face, I could have sworn that his cheeks were red, and his dimple was visible at the end of his smile. "Is that alright?" 

“I wasn’t expecting anyone... Of course you can came up” I pressed the button to open the building's front door “Door number 45”

“I'll be right there.”

He hung up and I ran — I mean it, I ran like a crazy person — to try to get rid of this deadly look I had.

A hurrican would be more subtle. I was brushing my hair and teeth at the same time, and I went to get a sweatshirt and pants to replace my pajamas. For a second I even forgot how uncomfortable I was feeling.

He took a total of three minutes, and the soft knocks on the door echoed through the silence of the apartment.

I took a deep breath and went to open the door for him.

The first image of him melted my heart, he was standing there with two plastic bags in his hands, his hair messy and whiter than usual — revealing the morning of work — his glasses accentuating the size of his eyes. A simple black t-shirt and jeans.

And that smile... Yeah, that damn smile will be the reason of me losing my fucking mind anytime now.

Looking for her on set was becoming something unconscious, something I caught myself doing without realizing it. Only to be disappointed when It came to me that today was her day off.

The scent of her hair was still gently wafting through my senses. The way her body fit perfectly inside my arms was something I couldn't easily forget. And the tightness I felt in my heart when I saw her sitting at the door of my trailer with a few traces of tears on her face. This tightness only intensified when her hurt voice confessed part of her story to me.

It was no secret to anyone that I knew what it felt like to lose a mother, but being rejected by the one who was supposed to love you was something I couldn't speak from experience. And when her voice broke on a few words, I could feel how hurt she had been all her life.

I felt obliged to try to comfort her, somehow I wanted to take away her pain, soothe her wounds. And the only thing I could do as a friend was offer her a long and warm hug.

Here I was, following the script of the day, doing some scenes alone as Joel and thinking about the photographer who was off that day, and the one I somehow didn’t have a name yet, just her mysterious nickname she uses on sets.

Coco came to touch up the white of my beard between takes, and she knew me well, she tilted her head to see I was lost in the midst of so many thoughts.

“What’s going on in that white head of yours?” She asked softly.

“That you’re really enjoying making me look older.”

“Oh, give it a few more years and that white paint won’t be necessary.” She brushed something under my eyes, enjoying herself.

“Ouch.” I put my hand on my heart as if I’d been shot.

“You’re still the “daddy” of the internet, don’t worry.”

I laughed at that and sighed deeply at the end.

“Seriously, Pedro.” She finished what she was doing and looked at me, curiosity clinging to her eyes as she scanned me one more time. “Is there something bothering you?”

“Nothing to worry about.” I gave her my best smile.

“So it doesn’t have to do with Still?” Coco changed her look to something suggestive.

“And why would it?"

“I don’t know...” She acted like she was thinking of something and I rolled my eyes at that. “Maybe because you have to go out of your way every day to give her a ride?” She suggested like she was making a list “And the way you look at the girl…”

“And how do I look at her?” I scratched my hot cheek, embarrassed.

“Pedro, sometimes you forget that I know you” She laughed at my discomfort “Like, really know you. She is, no doubt, someone very special. From the little I talked to her, she gave me the impression that she is fun, focused and very talented." Her small hand rested on my shoulder "I see how happy you are when she is around, and that makes me happy too.”

“You are right, her friendship is something special” I agreed, reinforcing the word, even though that was not exactly something that calmed my heart one hundred percent.

“Of course, if that is what you w…”

“That’s what’s going on right now, and for me it is something that makes me really happy” I cut her off before she could spill more of her ideas. “It’s not like I really have time for something else, or if that’s something she wants.”

“I know it’s none of my business.” She saw I was going to cut her and quickly added “BUT, I love seeing you happy. If that’s something you want, I’m sure you can make something happen. She doesn’t look like the type of girl who’ll shut you down, or stop talking to ya."

At some point that morning I saw Craig and Eben talking about something about the lighting and the moment they both mentioned the name “Still” my heart beat went crazy inside my chest. A simple reaction that shouldn’t have been that strong, but at the same time I couldn’t control my body.

The scenes with Anna Torv served as a distraction for the rest of the morning. She was a very fun person to share laughs with between takes and who went in and out of her Australian accent as if it were a joke, leaving me speechless.

I had lunch in the cafeteria, but I stayed a little far away until Kate found me and sat next to me.

“Hey, being antisocial is a photographer thing, not an actor thing.”

“Oh, and who said that’s exclusive to you guys?”

“It’s a natural law on film sets.”

“So I'll have my day as a photographer, if that's the case.”

“I think I can share this status with you and Still.”

I didn't want to make it obvious, but the mention of the her gave me the opportunity to get into the subject I liked the most.

“I bet she's still sleeping” I said casually, measuring how Kate would react to the change of subject.

“Still?” She asked just to confirm, and I nodded “The poor thing woke up before me... way before me, actually.”

“Is everything okay with her?” I couldn't hide my worried tone.

“Kinda, but it's a temporary thing. It happens every month to us girls, if you know what I mean.”

It only took me a few seconds to associate what she wanted to say, and I remembered the years I lived with my older sister. I remembered all the times she complained about unbearable pain, month after month. I also remembered how her husband — at the time, her boyfriend — did everything he could to make her feel better.

“I left her alone with a pain in my heart” The brunette admitted genuinely.

“I think I'll stop by and see if she needs anything” I tried not to make it obvious that this was something that would make my day much better.

“Great” Kate smiled sweetly “It's flat number 45, for when you call the intercom.”

“Noted!”

I changed at the speed of light as soon as I was done for the day.

The drive to the Walmart closest to the studio was quick. I grabbed a pack of those thermal stickers, some chocolate bars, popcorn, orange juice, and finally a whole chocolate cake — her favorite.

The surprise on her voice was something that brought me a smile very easily. And as soon as she opened the door I already started to feel the symptoms of having her around: Sweaty hands, the warm feeling in my heart and the cold sway in my stomach, my lips always curved in a smile, all of this was starting to become the new normal for my body.

“Special delivery for the best photographer on this planet” I raised the two bags to the height of my head, and received a confused look in return.

“I thought you’re working today” She made room for me to enter and pointed to the tiny kitchen.

“I did. They let me out earlier” I put what I had in my hands on the two-seater table. "They're gonna take the afternoon to shoot that explosion scene with Anna."

The smell there was like I had entered another one of my dreams. It was her scent, a beautiful combination of the products she used and that my mind had come to associate with being near her: the almond oil for bathing; the fresh perfume, which smelled like jasmine, orange blossom and ginger; Even the lingering aroma of her lavender shampoo was in the air.

I focused my thoughts again to continue the conversation, since she was still waiting for an answer as to why I was there.

“Kate told me that you weren't feeling well, and as a good friend I decided to come and make you feel better” I explained calmly.

“It's not like tea or a spoonful of honey would make me feel better…”

“I brought heat patches” I cut her off before she refused my help, thinking that I didn't know why she was feeling bad. “Dark chocolate, so there’s not much sugar in it, popcorn to watch a movie, orange juice... They say it helps with the cramps. And finally, when you're better, I brought a cake for us to eat together” I showed her the items as I spoke.

Leaving her speechless was one of my favorite things to do. She opened her mouth to say something twice, but nothing came out. Slowly her eyes filled with tears, and she pouted as if she was about to cry.

“Hey, hey, I came to make you feel better, not to make you cry.” I left the stuff I brought on the table and went over to hug her.

Got one arm around her waist and with the other hand I held the back of her head. I gathered all the focus I had left to not get lost in the smell of her hair, or the perfume.

But, fuck, it was so good to have her in my arms.

“I know, and it sounds like I’m being dramatic, but I’ve never been taken care of like this.” Her words came out a little muffled.

“Well, problem's over then.”

For a second I considered what I should do, and what message it would send. I loosened the grip of the hug a little, but I couldn’t help myself and left a kiss on her temple.

Her body tense up a bit at that, so I just pulled away to gave her a smile.

“Put on one of the stickers, I’ll make the popcorn.” I went to the table and picked up the package to give to her.

She wiped away the small tears and obeyed me with a grateful smile on her face.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was still three thirty in the afternoon. I have until ninve thirty to be at the airport to pick up my sister and nephews. Which gave me almost six hours to enjoy her company and make sure she felt comfortable.

Popcorn in a bucket, the curtains closed and the soft light of the television was the only thing keeping the living room from being completely dark. A movie about World War II was what she chose for us to watch.

I was sitting next to the arm of the sofa, and she was right next to me, her feet on the sofa, and her body slightly leaning towards me.

Just the touch of her shoulder on my arm was enough to make my heart beat heavy.

“Ugh,” I grumbled, my eyes on the TV. “That much fake blood, it sucks to be in that situation. Too cold, for too long.”

“But depending on where it was filmed, it must be refreshing,” She replied, sinking her hand into the bucket of popcorn that was on her lap.

“You can see the cold smoke coming out of their mouths. Trust me, that’s uncomfortable.”

“Okay then, Mr. “Know-it-all.” She looked away from the TV and back at me, and suddenly I was very aware of the small touch her body had on mine. “What’s the most uncomfortable situation you’ve ever had in your years of filming?”

“Most uncomfortable?” I repeated the question to give myself a moment to think.

“Was it your death on Game of Thrones?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Oddly enough, filming that scene was enjoyable. It was no doubt the largest amount of fake blood I've had on me in all these years, but unlike this movie, it was hot there” I explained, amused by her reaction and dipped my hand in the popcorn, bringing some to my mouth “I think the most discomfort I've ever felt was with Din Djarin's costume. Wearing the costume for hours made me feel pain like those days after a heavy gym work out, you know?”

“And what about the helmet?” She asked, letting out a weak laugh.

“I could hardly see anything in front of me.” I made a bored face.

“It's my sister's least favorite part of it all,” she admitted. “According to her, the best episode was when you finally took it off.”

Something danced in her gaze, something too dangerous, and her lips curved in that mischievous smile, sending something warm under my skin. I wet my dry lips with the tip of my tongue and looked away.

“You mentioned that she’s a fan of the series” I tried to ease the tension that could easily have been all in my head.

“She’s a fan of the entire Star Wars universe actually” She also looked away back to the TV that glowed in the dark “She’s coming to visit me on Winter Break, right before Christmas.”

"That's amazing, I would love to meet her" I deliberately put my right arm on top of the couch, stretching out a little behind her body. “Where are we going to be again?”

“We'll be in Canmore until the end of November, and we'll have a few days back in Calgary in December, but if I'm not mistaken it'll be the month with the most days off we'll have” She replied, her voice a little louder than the gunshots echoing from the movie.

“You'll have the month off, I’m going back to L.A.”

“To...?” She raised an eyebrow.

“To shoot another season of your sister's favorite tv show” I replied and curled my lips into a shy smile “But don't worry, I'll be back by the end of January.”

“Do you ever take a break?”

“I'll have the week of Christmas and New Year's off” I shrugged “That's enough. And I still need to decide what I'm going to do during that time.”

“What do you usually do?”

“Last year's was a fiasco” I admitted, quickly remembering the only party I had the previous year “I spent Christmas alone and New Year's at a friend's house, but I usually travel back home.”

“New York home, or Santiago home?”

Having finished the popcorn, she placed the bucket on the small table in front of us and pulled out one of the chocolate bars to share with me.

Her sense of who I was had improved a lot, knowing more and more about every little detail and every feeling I had.

Getting to a dangerous state of no turning back.

“Santiago home” I replied with a smile and looked at her again “End of the year has to be with “Mi familia” I said the last part in Spanish, just because everytime I did, she reacted in a cute way.

“It must be nice to have a big family.”

“Big family, yes, but mine passed that point a long time ago” I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head negatively “Thirty-four first cousins, and there are four of us at home.”

"Thirty-four?"

I just nodded, "We're latinos, baby" As soon as I said it, her cheeks bacame two red spots.

"I don't have any, at least that I know off. Dad was a only child, and I didn't get to know my mom's side that well"

"But you have your brothers." I tilted my head, completely forgetting about the movie, and focusing entirely on her.

"Yeah, Matthew and Amanda — Matt and Mandy. They're the two spots of sunshine I had on my entire life"

"Oh just like my three little rays of sunshine then" I said, wanting to let her know more of my life.

It felt right to share little pieces of information.

"I'm not the oldest of all of them, but being the second oldest and being the safe place for Nico and Lux is one of the best feelings"

“Younger siblings always makes our lives better” Her voice became nostalgic. Probably thinking about her younger sister.

Even with a small family, it was possible to see the love and affection that overflowed when she spoke of her sister, or brother, or even her father.

“How old is she?” I took a piece of the chocolate from her hand and put it in my mouth.

“The little punk just turned 16.”

“Almost the age difference between me and Lux” I said spontaneously.

And that was exactly our age difference, I thought.

From the moment she had mentioned her age to me a few days ago, I practically lifted up another wall on what could possibly happen if we let this be more than just a friendship.

I had already accepted the fact that my line of work and the way I carry my career, going from one production to another, without much time to have a more active personal life, made it almost impossible to have a lasting relationship.

After having completely lost the flow of the movie with our conversation, she decided to put on something lighter to watch. And with some episode of The Simpsons playing in front of us, I felt her leaning more and more over my body.

I only realized she had been overcome by sleep when her head was completely resting on my chest, and her calm breathing echoed along with the sounds of the TV.

I adjusted my position on the couch so she would be more comfortable, lying down a little more, and rested my hand on her arm. Her skin was so soft under my fingers. This motion of somehow soothing her was something that was becoming too addictive.

And everything that is addictive ends up becoming dangerous.

Dangerous, because the withdrawal symptoms of something you are addicted to can be much stronger and more painful.

What if I couldn't do this anymore? What if she found someone to take my place on this couch? What if that someone could have her in a way that I can't?

I forced these thoughts to the back of my mind for now. Needing to enjoy some of that calm I felt when I had her in my arms. Her breathing so softly, rising and falling in a well-paced rhythm.

It was only after what seemed like hours that I was also overcome by my heavy eyelids. The warmth of her body against mine made everything more comfortable. I closed my eyes, sinking even deeper into the sofa cushions, threw my feet up on the coffee table and let out a weak smile.

Happy to have her in my arms once more.

I’m going to worry about the effects she has on me later. For now I can just enjoy this.

It was only when in the back of my mind I heard a metal noise, of a key unlocking the door, that I opened my tired eyes again.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, my vision a little blurry under my glasses.

7:50pm.

Jess was still asleep with her head lying on my chest.

I looked to the front door in time to see Kate coming in, looking tired carrying the bag with her work equipment.

With gentle movements I held her head so I could slide off the couch without waking her up. Every movement of my body made my muscles scream from being still in the same place for too long. But even so I managed to make her lie down with her head on a pillow, I stood up and looked for something to cover her body.

"Hey," Kate said no louder than a whisper. "I thought you would have left by now." 

“She fell asleep, and I didn't want her to wake up alone in an apartment with the door unlocked” I explained with the first thing that came to my head, also speaking quietly.

"I'll give you a key for next time" She simply said as if this situation would become a normal thing.

“Anyway, I need to go, I'm going to pick up my sister at the airport.”

I looked at my cell phone again, and among some notifications the contact “big sis” appeared with the message “boarding with the boys”, with the number of the gate where she would land.

“I bought a chocolate cake for you guys to eat when she's better” I pointed to the fridge.

“It's her favorite” Kate gave me a big smile.

“Yeah” I let a smile take over “I know” I answered a little shyly, feeling my cheeks hot “See you later?”

“Sure. I'll let her know you had to go.”

“Thanks, Kate”.

I made sure my car keys were in my pocket and headed out, feeling a little empty with the cold wind from the building's hallway hitting my skin.

I fucking missed the warmth of her body already.

[gwynfahr]

Sleeping position

Jordan Li x reader

Synopsis : You can't seem to fall asleep and keep accidentally bugging your lover throughout the night.

1:57am

"Jordan ? You awake ?" encased in your partners arms, in his masc form for the moment, your voice sounding loud despite the fact you were whispering in the night.

His answer came in a groan and a stir, telling you he was listening.

"Did we do the assignment for Brink's class tomorrow ?" your voice sounded anxious, and you clearly forgot you did it earlier with Jordan while watching an episode of Property Brothers.

"You thinking 'bout that in the middle of the night ?" muffled words came from your lovers whose head was located on the crook of your neck. "We did it two hour ago, babe."

"Oh. That's right, I forgot, sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep." You were still wide awake, so you took it on yourself to help him fall back asleep, after all, you didn't have classes early in the morning tomorrow, while he did. Your hand slowly began caressing his hair and he groaned a bit at the soothing motion, grateful.

Ten minutes later, Jordan was back asleep and you still couldn't sleep. You didn't dare move too much as Jordan's body was litteraly flushed against your side and you really didn't want to wake him up, so you just laid in bed, eyes wide open, trying to understand why your brain wouldn't just fall asleep.

3:36am

An hour later, you got a cramp so painful that you jerked up harshly, moving your boyfriend with you. Your whimpers of pain were made to be silent in order to not wake Jordan up more than he already was, but it was too late.

"Babe, you okay ?" He asked, not quite awake, but definitely not half asleep anymore.

"I got a cramp, sorry." You answered, massaging your calf where the cramp hurt like a bitch. "Shit, that hurts..."

Jordan took your leg in his arms and gently massaged the area, figuring that, if he was awake, he must do something to help. Soon enough, the pain faltered to a reasonable amount. "That's better ?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you again, you have classes tomorrow..."

"No it's okay, I was having a nightmare either way, so I should thank you for that."

"Really ? Do you want to talk about it ?" You took his hand, an expression of concern on your face.

"Meh, it's stupid." He said, and then suddenly, Jordan was sat in front of you in her female form.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to nightmares baby, if you don't want to talk about it, though, it's okay, we can just cuddle until you fall back asleep." you proposed.

"That's clearly implying you won't sleep." Jordan said as you took a more confortable postion, laying back down, face to face on your sides.

"I wasn't sleeping before, but it"s okay, I don't have classes in the morning so, I'll be able to get back some sleep then. You have to wake up early though, baby, you need your beauty sleep."

"Please," Jordan snorted "I don't need sleep to look hot, and I've done worse than a four hours night of sleep. Why weren't you sleeping ?" she asked, hugging you close to her so her head was rested comfortably on your neck, caressing your head. Mechanically, you did the same.

"I think I forgot something, but I can't remember what, and it's bugging me. Ithought it was an assignment or somethng, but it wasn't that. Not a birthday either, not something school related, not an important date for us, not an appointment... I thought about everything and I can't remember." Somehow, explaining it to Jordan made it feel even more stupid, if you forgot something, then you'd remember at some point, no need to lose sleep over it.

Your girlfriend looked deep in thought.

"Maybe it's just your anxiety taking a toll on you. I know it hppens to me when I'm stressed. Just try to forget bout forgetting something and relax." She moved her hands to your back, scratching it softly in a soothing motion, making you giggle a bit at the tickles it created. "I mean, we could also fuck until we're both too tired and lazy to even think about anything, but I feel like you're not really in the mood." She joked a smirk on her face.

You genuinely thougth about it. Jordan was wearing one of your shirt right now, and she looked so hot in it it was criminal. Plus, you really wanted to sleep. However, you felt like the cramp would come back at any too suden moves or contraction of your muscles. "We could make out instead ? You look so hot right now that it's really hard saying no, you need to know."

Soon enough, the both of you were flush against the other, legs entangled, Jordan's hands on your neck as yours were messing with her hair (making it more toussled than it was before). Your mouthes moved in sync, gently, slowly, carefully, you had time, neither of you wanted to sleep anymore. You had to come up for air after some time, but you still found the breath to whisper to Jordan.

"I love you so much, Jordan. So so much."

"I love you too. So much" Was your girlfirend's answer, after a minute of silence where she kissed everywhere she could on your face.

You spent, maybe twenty more minutes making out, Jordan switching forms twice, settling in his male form. Finally, you bth stopped, out of breath. You looked in each other's eyes and Jordan whispered :

"We should try to sleep."

"You're right, it's actually crazy to see you be the responsible one on this relationship, though." You teased before cuddling again with your boyfriend, the forgotten thing plaguing your mind forgotten.

You both fell asleep peacefully ten minutes later.

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4:33 am

Rufus was still calling for help after you hung him on the american flag hamper in the main alley of God U, five hours earlier.

It seems you forgot about this entirely.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

more sassy/flirty matt, possibly college era/study setting ?

//as someone dealing with college right now.... absolutely, i love college era matt. he's my one and only.

You have been studying for twelve hours.

You started your studying around one in the afternoon, and kept working on various assignments until around four, and then you locked in for your hardest class of the semester, American Judiciary Systems. It was just an intense amount of memorization, and you were going crazy.

When you started working, you were doing a good job; You made sure to keep drinking water, you were taking breaks! But somewhere along the way you started to slip on those habits. Maybe it happened after grabbing dinner with your boyfriend and his roommate, but before you got too comfortable on their dorm room floor.

And Matt was mad at you for it.

Okay, mad is a strong word.

But he's frustrated that you won't take care of yourself. He's a hypocrite for it, but he is. So, around one thirty in the morning, he pulls the textbook you're taking notes from out from beneath your heavy arms.

"Hey!" You whine, and Foggy, studying for the same midterm, picks his head up, and in his desirously tired state, tilts his head in confusion.

"You need to sleep." Matt tells you, and you scoff, before reaching for the book. Matt easily pulls it out of your way.

"That's easy for you to say! You took the midterm this morning and probably did amazing!"

"No, I took the midterm yesterday. And you both need to sleep, because if you don't, you'll fail the midterm anyways."

You roll your eyes and reach to your left to grab an unopened energy drink. Matt is quicker than you and snatches it away. In your sleep deprived state, you don't question how a blind man knew where the drink was.

"And no more energy drinks!" he demands. "It'll cause you to crash eventually. Then you'll sleep right through your alarm, and again, fail the midterm anyways." He reminds.

He would never let you or Foggy sleep through your alarm and miss the test, but right now his quest is to get you to sleep.

"Fine, no more energy drinks, but Matt, seriously, I need to--"

"You need to sleep!"

"Ugh!" You groan. You'd be embarrassed of yourself if you weren't so tired. Then, your head tilts back a bit and a yawn escapes your list.

"See! You yawned! Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed." He demands. You shake your head.

"Can't." You yawn again. "Professor Aelwyn will have my ass." You hum. Matt moves around you and sits behind you, so your back is against his chest. His hands rub up and down your arms as he begins to speak,

"I'll wake you up early enough to grab breakfast, and then I'll help you guys do your last-minute cramming. But I'm serious, I'm worried you'll push yourself over the edge." Then, Matthew plays dirty. "Come on, baby," He begins to kiss your shoulders, and then your neck. "Come to bed."

"You two are gross." Foggy declares as he stands up, stretching out. He takes one last glance over his notes and then begins to clean up. "But unfortunately, dude is right. There's nothing we're gonna learn in the next half hour before we fall asleep that we can't learn tomorrow."

"My point exactly!" Matt hums. You sigh deeply, your hands coming up to your face and rubbing your eyes. Bed does sound nice... And Matt is always super warm.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning forward to clean up your notes. Then, Matt gets up and holds his hands out for you, and you take them, before he pulls you up off his floor. You groan at the pain from sitting on that damned floor and he sighs.

"I know, baby." He hums, and then leads you over to his bed. You hear Foggy's snores from behind you but you just barely manage to change into pajamas.

Then, you crawl into bed, cuddling up to Matt. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, legs laid over his. Then, you sit up to double check that you've set three alarms, and that Matt's is also set.

He pushes your head back so that your face is against his neck again.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart."

"G'night, Matty."

He presses a kiss to your head, knowing you already have this text in the bag. He only falls asleep when he hears your breathing study and your heartbeat slow. His fingers gently comb through your hair, and as he drifts off, you begin to dream of running away from College, New York and everything else with your boyfriend, the first person who has ever truly loved you without any familial or platonic obligation.

You won't. You'll pass the midterm with him, pass all your finals, graduate and pass the bar together.

But it's nice to dream about for a moment. Luckily for you, Matt always makes reality just as lovely as your dreams.

[eowynstwin]

Hi everyone. It's been a while—exactly a month since I last posted to this blog. How have you been?

A month isn't really all that long, but it's enough time to be able to look at everything that happened and understand it better. In the end, the whole situation (I've been calling it The Fuckening in my head) really didn't have anything to do with me. I was unlucky enough to run across someone willing to hurt anyone they could for attention, but also lucky enough that everyone who mattered to me in this fandom went to bat for me.

So I’ve decided to come back to this blog. I'll be posting about call of duty again as well as posting my writing. I also plan to blog about other fandoms (I’d already been doing it anyway); I've been getting back into rdr2, for example, and there's some writing I'd like to do for that.

There’s more context which I’ll put below the cut, but that’s the most important part of what I have to say; I often regret how long winded I can be, so the rest is just self indulgence if you can forgive it. I’ve thought a lot about this choice and I’m satisfied with my decision. I hope none of you will mind.

So, lol, things were not great outside of fandom stuff when it all kicked off, though I didn’t mention it publicly because we all know by now that asking for any sympathy when you’re the target of a mob is more likely to just get you raked over the coals harder. I’m still not entirely sure about talking about all of this, but I have a bad tendency to clam up when I really should be asking for support. So:

I mentioned briefly before the accusations started flying that I was dealing with bedbugs—turns out it was actually something else, but leading up to a doctor’s visit I was convinced I had an infestation, and I was stripping my bed every day to look for them. I had alarms set to wake me up twice a night to see if I could catch them, so I was not sleeping all that well. I couldn’t find anything, but I had no other explanation, and it was driving me fucking crazy. Post doctor visit it turns out I had a viral infection. No idea where I caught it, and nothing to do but wait it out. I had a massive, gnarly looking rash all over my body, and to add insult to injury I developed a fever that took me out for a whole weekend. (I’m recovered now but I have a nifty new scar on my hip from getting a biopsy.)

Next to that, I was having some PTSD flareups of my own. This was (mostly) unrelated to The Fuckening. Now, I understand that that might be hard to believe, given “Myka’s” claims, and I can’t make you believe me. Nor will I provide details to convince you, other than to say there were some things going on in my neighborhood that recalled a period of time in my life that was extremely unstable, and I found myself irrationally terrified to go home every day. For those of you who don’t experience the symptoms of PTSD, I think it’s appropriate to note that it isn’t just emotional turmoil; I, personally, experience physical pain in my entire body that lingers for hours, days, or even weeks after being triggered. (Everything regarding this, too, is fine now. I have a great therapist and a supportive family.)

All of this to say, I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally when I decided to leave this blog and fandom. And I regretted the decision almost instantly.

However, I didn’t want to let grief make any decisions for me, and also I was still VERY scared Myka was going to hunt down my personal information and either dox or harass me elsewhere. I think this fear was justified; it has happened to other writers in this fandom before.* So I decided to take some time to cool off and watch the situation develop without me.

I don’t think I need to get into the details—although if you’re interested in them, @fulltacs has been keeping track of the drama. Given the most recent development with the four obviously sock puppet blogs that popped up and immediately began stirring shit up again, I realized Myka probably would have done what she did with or without me. I just so happened to give her the ammunition she needed to do something REALLY big. It was pure bad luck.

(Also—and I’m sorry if this is just stirring the pot, but after everything they did to me I feel I deserve to make the accusation—I’ve suspected for a while that the two loudest blogs leading the witch hunt against me were far more involved in this farce than anyone has assumed. I have no proof and I do not want anyone to do anything about it on my behalf, leave them the fuck alone. But I will not forget the distress they caused me for a long fucking time, and the only way for me to let this go is to say my piece. So there. Done. Let that be the end of it.)

Having this hindsight, I feel comfortable coming back. I’m still very touched by everyone’s support, which in the end was louder than the harassment. I also think it’s important for people who care about fighting racism in any community not to run at the first sign of trouble, which I did, and I feel pretty sorry for.

That’s the gist of things. If you’ve read all of this, thank you for doing so!

*I was going to add a paragraph about halfmoth-halfman’s situation but decided against it. For one thing, she wants to be left alone, and for another, talking about the experiences of fans of color, particularly black fans, deserves its own post separate from my white experience, if I should even post about it at all.

[lafiametta]

Anora prompt: Sunday

A little post-film hurt/comfort, as a treat! :)

He wakes up to the sound of his phone going off and blinks his eyes open just enough to see who could be calling him at nearly two in the morning.

“Hey,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hi,” she replies, and in the brief pause he can hear the faint sounds of a scratchy intercom and a baby crying. “So I know it’s late, and you’re probably sleeping, but can you come pick me up?”

“Where are you?”

“The emergency room. I’m still in the city.”

Igor doesn’t respond immediately, his mind still not fully awake, compounded by the spike of low-grade panic about what might have happened to her.

“It’s just...” she continues. “It turns out I’ve got a concussion and they won’t let me leave on my own. And my sister’s not answering. She must be at her boyfriend’s or something.”

A concussion? Wasn't she at work? What the hell happened? He doesn’t ask these questions, though, because he knows that waiting for answers will mean more time before he can get in the car.

“No problem. It will be maybe forty five minutes. I'll try to hurry.”

In the darkness of his room he throws on some pants and a hoodie, shoving his feet into sneakers, then grabs the car keys from the drawer in the kitchen, and leaves the apartment quietly so he doesn’t wake up his grandmother. The roads are fairly empty this late at night so he makes good time through Brooklyn. The tunnel spits him out downtown and from there it’s a straight shot north to the location she shared with him.

After wandering around the building for a few minutes, he finally finds her, sitting near the door in one of the waiting rooms.

His breath stills a little when he sees her. She hadn’t mentioned any other injuries besides the concussion, but as she stands up he can see that her arm is wrapped in a sling and there’s some scrapes and bruising along one of her cheekbones.

“Are you okay?” he asks, as he quickly glances over the rest of her to check that there’s nothing else.

“Yeah,” she says, but her eyes look weary, like she can’t wait to close them. “I’ll live.”

There are a thousand questions he still has, but they can wait. Right now he needs to make sure she gets taken care of.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks. “Do you need to do anything else?”

“I’m good. Just let me wave to little miss control freak over there” —she turns and with her unencumbered arm catches the attention of one of the nurses behind the desk, then points to him as if offering up proof of his existence— “and we can get the fuck out of here.”

They stop at a twenty-four-hour pharmacy on the way back so she can pick up the prescriptions for pain medicine they’ve given her. Along with the prescriptions she buys an energy drink and a gallon of milk.

In the car she finally tells him what happened, but only in the broadest possible strokes. There was a client, a guy she had never seen at the club before, and he was fine at first, but then he kept drinking and started getting possessive and angry. He grabbed her—grabbed you where? Igor thinks, his hands tightening with fury around the steering wheel—and when she pulled away he smacked her on the side of the face.

“Asshole. I fuckin’ got him back, though,” she says, and Igor has no doubt that she did. “That’s when he knocked me down and I hit my head. Sprained my arm too when I fell.”

And where the hell was your security? he thinks. Where were all your bouncers? Just looking at their phones and not paying any attention to what was happening? Cyka blyat! he wants to yell, but instead he breathes out and focuses on driving the car.

He’s never had a problem with her job, even though he knows that a lot of men would. Is taking your clothes off and dancing for money any more shameful than beating people up for money, as he’s sometimes asked to do, or having to clean rich people’s toilets or scrub their floors? It’s just a job, like any other—and it’s one he knows she’s very good at. He doesn’t like the danger that it puts her in, though: the risk that some mudak—like the one tonight—is going to walk in the door and think because he gives her money he has the right to do whatever he wants to her.

“So what happened? Did you call police?” At least if they arrested the guy he can’t try to come back.

She shakes her head. “He ran. Turned out the credit card he was using was fuckin’ stolen.”

“How did you get to the hospital?”

“Jimmy called me an Uber.” Her voice is tired and she looks just as spent, curled up in the seat with her legs tucked under, the side of her head leaning against the headrest. “Thanks for coming. And for picking up when I called. You didn’t have to.”

Igor nods, warmed by her gratitude. “I am glad you called me.”

“You were fuckin’ asleep though, weren't you?” She’s smiling a little, even as her eyes are half-closed. “I made you drag your ass out of bed?”

“Yes, I was sleeping,” he says. “I have to take my grandmother to church tomorrow morning. Or this morning.” He looks at the clock on the dashboard; by the time he drives her home and gets back, he might be able to get in a few more hours of sleep before he has to get up again. “But it’s okay.”

He parks the car in front of her house and then helps her inside. He’s never gone inside before and he’s pleased by how neat and normal it all is, houseplants in the windowsills and little throw pillows on the couch. There’s no reason to be surprised—why shouldn’t it look normal?—but it makes her seem softer somehow, a little more real. Everything’s dark and quiet, with only the hiss of the radiator, so her sister must still be gone.

He grabs her a glass of water for the pills while she changes clothes, her jeans and boots exchanged for sweatpants and fuzzy socks.

She’s sitting on her bed when he brings it to her and for a moment he's distracted by the floor-to-ceiling pole a few feet away. It must be for practice, he realizes, and then does his best to dispel the mental image he’s conjured as quickly as he can.

“They said somebody should stay with me,” she says, more quietly than he’s used to hearing her, “to make sure I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he says. He can’t stay for long—he needs to get a little sleep before church—but her sister will be back eventually and then he’ll go.

She lies down, carefully arranging herself so that her injured arm drapes over her side. There’s some space next to her on the bed—space she’s left for him, he suddenly realizes.

“Stay,” she says, and he can’t tell if it’s a question or a command. It doesn’t really matter, because he’s quickly shoving off his shoes and laying down next to her, his body curling instinctively around hers. Her dark hair smells like citrus and cigarettes and it’s all he can do not to reach out and run his fingers through it.

After a few minutes, Igor hears her breathing turn slow and even; he knows if he falls asleep too there’s a chance he won’t wake up in time for Sunday service. But he can wait a little longer. He doesn’t have to go just yet.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[bellysoupset]

Sick Max + Caretaker Vince - Part 2

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Wendy was a Tylenol and a cup of chamomile tea into sleep when her phone started ringing, from across the room.

It was the age old technique of leaving her phone out of reach so she'd be forced to get up to turn off the alarm and not risk falling back asleep in the process. Normally she was such a heavy sleeper than even this didn't stop her from sleeping past at least two alarms.

So it was much to her annoyance when she pushed her sleeping mask off and it wasn't 8 AM as it should be, but instead dark out. For a second Wendy considered not getting up, however the ringing was insistent and she was too curious to just go back to sleep.

P.Magnt - flashed across the screen, over a picture of Vince all sweaty, cheeks ablaze and curls a mess, in his football uniform. Wendy's heart plummeted to her stomach.

"Vin? What's wrong? It's the middle of the night-"

"Hey, hey, hey-" His voice was steady and soothing and Wendy let out a sigh, settling back against the pillows, still upright, but not as straight, "easy, honey. I'm fine."

"Uhm," she yawned, "the why are you calling me at-" Wendy squinted at her too bright screen, "two forty five AM?"

"I'm really sorry to wake you up, Wen," Vince sounded tired, but not sleepy in the least, "I just need your expertise for a minute, because Google is telling me fuck-all."

"...What is it?" Wendy yawned, sliding down on the bed and pulling sleeping mask down once more.

She heard shuffling around, then Vince cursing and faintly, far in the background, the noise of someone coughing, "when should I be worried about dehydration if someone is throwing up non stop...?"

"God," she groaned, "please don't say you're sick, Vin-"

"No! No, not me, I'm fine," he hurried to soothe her, "Daniels, my coworker."

"Oh, I know who Daniels is," Wendy couldn't help but tease him, "how long he's been sick for?"

"I don't know, uhm- Since around ten... I think ten, yeah."

She tried to do the count, landed in a vague four hours and left it at that, "he's got diarrhea as well?"

"Nope, don't think so. Not on my watch, at least."

Wendy smiled, wrinkling her nose. In another life, he should've been a health professional, "he's dizzy? Lost consciousness?"

"Dizzy, yeah, but very conscious. Pain in my ass," Vince's voice got louder, clearly meaning for the other guy to hear it. In the background, Wendy heard a door opening and a loud groan, "we got a medic at the resort, but he doesn't want me to take him there."

"It's embarrassing," Wendy heard Max say, voice all husky, "humiliating."

"So is dying during the kid's field trip," Vince pointed out, but Wendy interrupted before he decided to elaborate in the bickering.

"Vin, I think he's out of trouble. Give him an hour before trying liquids again, then try ice chips every other 15 minutes, and only after you empty two cups he's allowed to have sips of water. Just sips!"

"Yes, ma'am," Vince answered cheekily, voice thickening up with a yawn, "alright, so I don't have to worry he's dying? It's been non-stop."

"Not unless he starts losing consciousness or you notice a very dry mouth, if he still has liquid to bring up its generally a good sign," Wendy turned on her side, snuggling up her phone, "take him-" she yawned, "take him to the med bay if the puking doesn't taper off in 4 hours."

"Alright," Vince let out a sigh, "thank you, honey. And I'm sorry for waking you up-"

"No," Wendy smiled, "it was nice hearing your voice, I was sad you didn't call before bed. Now I know why."

"Yeah, sorry, it's been a mess," Vince sounded wounded, "I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."

"You better," Wendy yawned once more, "I'm going back to sleep, text me in the morning about your patient, nurse Monacelli. Love you."

"Love you too and thank you again," she heard a noise like Vince sending her a kiss and Wendy grinned to herself, letting her phone fall between her pillows, not bothering to hang up.

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Max was curled up on his side, shivering non stop and Vince didn't like it one bit. The puking he could handle, the fever...

"Hey, let's try the ice chips," Vince crouched down, sitting on the side of his coworker's bed and the blonde simply curled up more at the jostling of the bed.

"Won't stay down," he croaked, causing Vin to roll his eyes.

"Nothing to stay down," he pointed out how small the ice chips were, holding a spoonful up to Max' cracked lips, "c'mon, man, otherwise I'll have no choice but take you to the med bay here."

"Noo-URGHP-" his whine morphed into a burp and Max scrambled to sit up, but he was long empty and didn't bring anything up despite the heaving. He let out a groan, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead, "my head is killing me."

"Because you need to drink something," Vince pushed the spoon closer to the other man's mouth and he fully expected Max to slap his hand away, but instead the blonde opened his mouth obediently and took the ice.

His grimace melted away at the sensation of the cold melting ice and he took in another spoonful, letting out a unsatisfied noise when Vince put the paper cup away.

"Sorry, we'll try in fifteen minutes," Vince winced in sympathy and Max nodded, falling back against the pillows and curling up, wrapping both arms around his stomach.

It was unnerving to see the guy so down for the count, it made Vince want to shake him like a rattle toy. Instead, he fixed the room, washing the trashbin in the bathroom and setting it back down next to Max's head, covering the guy with a thin blanket and finally falling into bed.

It was around 5 AM when Vince woke up with stirring. He was an incredibly light sleeper, so this wasn't surprising. For a minute he just lied there, trying to figure out what was happening, only to hear a choked up sob and the noise of liquid hitting plastic.

"Aw, man," Vince yawned, stumbling out of his bed and crossing the dark room, "there's no way you got anything to bring up..."

Max hiccupped, then let out a pitiful moan, "kill me, Vince."

"In Canada? I'll get in too much trouble for it to be worth it," Vince teased, planting a hand on the man's trembling back. Sleepy as he was, he couldn't hold back from how touchy he was.

Max let out a little shaky chuckle, moving on the bed in order to muffle a sick burp against the pillow, "my eyes hurt..." he mumbled, sounding more than a little drowsy.

"Hold on," Vince yawned, walking to the bathroom. He grabbed the little hand towel, then folded it in half and ran it under the water tap, before returning to the room. It wasn't as dark anymore, the sun just starting to appear in the cloudy horizon, bathing the room in dark grey color.

He crouched next to bed, wrinkling nose as he got a clearer view of the bin, with only some cloudy water sitting inside of it, "c'mere-" Vince instructed softly, grabbing the blonde's bicep and forcing him to uncurl, so he facing up instead of having his face buried in the pillow, then he planted the humid washcloth over the man's forehead and eyes.

The effect was immediate, Max's whole body melted against the mattress, tension leaving him, "whoa... Thanks..."

"No problem," Vince shrugged, grabbing the bin, "try to sleep."

Daniels nodded and Vince went back to the bathroom to clean out the bin. Once he was back, Max was snoring softly, seemingly not in pain, his face slack.

Vince yawned in his fist, stumbling back to bed and rolling on his side, hoping to get a couple more hours to sleep before their alarm went off at 8 AM.

As soon as he was up once again, he was checking on his co-worker-rival-friend. Max was curled up, the washcloth had fallen from his forehead, but the head had diminished considerably, to the point Vince let out a relieved sigh.

The blonde stirred slightly with the touch, frowning and opening his eyes, "what...?"

"Nothing," Vince shook his head, "just checking your fever, go back to sleep."

"Uhm-" his eyes slipped close once more, but he frowned, "what time is it? Do I have to get up? The stude-"

"I got them," Vince ruffled Max's hair without thinking, then pulled back his hand, cringing to himself. Thankfully Daniels was too out of it to think about the gesture.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, get some rest." Vince stepped away from the bed, but not before he heard Max's little:

"Thank you, Vin..."

[thesharkiestshark777]

Hello Tokyo Debunker fandom, this is my first fanfic ever, please don't crucify me. I don't know what possessed me to write this.

Yuri Isami x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood, descriptions of pain, mentions of surgery

A shooting pain ripped through my body, waking me from my sleep. It radiated from my lower torso, like a white hot flame searing my organs. Obviously something was very wrong. With one arm wrapped around my waist to try and stifle the pain in some way, I fumbled through the dark to find my phone. Emergency calls didn't exist at Darkwick, or if they did, no one ever told me the phone number to call for it. My thumb quivered as I tapped at the contact for the only doctor who I knew would probably be awake right now. The phone rang 11 times before sending me to voicemail. I let out a sob as I clicked call again.

After four rings, the call went through.

"Do you know what time it is? This had better be important-" Yuri sounded pissed, but sleep hung thick on his words.

"It hurts. Help me please." Talking didn't hurt per say, but with the waves of agony rippling through my body, it was hard to say much else.

There was silence on the other end. And then, "I'll be there soon. What hurts?" His voice was calm, professional even.

"M-my stomach. Or next to it. That area."

"... Alright. I shouldn't be long." The phone beeped as the call ended. I pressed my hands into the area to see if the pressure would alleviate the pain, but all it did was make it so much worse. I writhed for what felt like hours in a dazed state from the pain. I could barely register my bedroom door opening, lights flickering on, followed by rushed footsteps to my bedside.

I felt a hand press against my forehead, before I heard, "Point to where it hurts."

I pointed just below my navel, my hand shaking as I moved it.

"I'm going to lift your shirt." Yuri warned me, before I could feel a slight chill on my lower abdomen. I could feel his fingers prodding where I mentioned, and my whole body shook from the pain that accompanied. I whimpered and let a few tears slip out. I cracked my eyes open, and was met with the sight of Dr. Yuri Isami, hair tussled, wearing what must be his pyjamas.

"I'm pretty sure your appendix ruptured. I'm going to take you over to the lab to preform surgery. Hold still." He spoke firmly. I could feel one of his arms curl under my legs, his other one supporting my back. I could feel his arms slightly shaking from the weight, but he held firm and didn't drop me. I rested my head against his bicep, clutching my stomach. Yuri walked quickly out of my room, trying his best to maneuver around while holding me.

"Jiro wasn't picking up his phone, and he wasn't in the lab. I'd usually have him carry you, but this seemed urgent." The night air of Darkwick bit at my skin, but it was ignored in favor of the heat flashes I was feeling. I barely registered us walking into Mortkranken, all I felt was me being placed down on a surgical table. Yuri quickly connected me to an iv, before telling me, "You'll be out in a second. I'm preforming surgery." He had me count down from 10, and I barely hit 6 before everything went dark.

I woke up what felt like seconds later, my torso sore, but nowhere near as painful as earlier. I was still on the surgical table, but I had a thin blanket thrown over me. Above me was a lamp, but it was off. I turned my head to the side and saw Yuri sitting in a chair, his arms resting on his knees, his head pointed at the floor. His white and blue striped pyjamas were covered in blood, and his hair looked even more disheveled than when he had first entered my room.

"Im assuming it went well?" I asked him, grabbing his attention. His head snapped up to look at me, before he sat up straight and put on his usual cocky grin.

"Of course it did, I was your doctor." I could practically see his ego. "That is the first time I've ever preformed surgery alone, though. I will have to have a talk with Jiro later about keeping his phone on him." He looked irked.

"Thanks for picking up the phone. Sorry about waking you up." I said, not actually feeling sorry, but also not really knowing what to say. "You had a good enough reason to call me, just don't make a habit of calling me at three in the morning." He stood up from his chair and walked over toward me. "I had to do an open surgery instead of the less invasive one, so recovery will take a while. You should feel better in about six weeks." Yuri picked up a bottle off of the desk a few feet away from the surgical table, "You'll need to take antibiotics to make sure that you don't get an infection." He handed me the bottle. "If you get a fever or if the surgical site feels hot to the touch, come back immediately." Yuri handed me a shirt. "I had to cut the one you were wearing off. I went back and grabbed this while you were unconscious." He averted his eyes and said, "I can bring you to the recovery wing, you should be able to leave in the next day or two." Yuri helped me get off of the surgery table, and we made out way to the recovery wing.

"You know, this is the nicest you've ever been to me." I spoke. Yuri glared at me.

"I have no idea what you mean by that." His voice was as sharp as his gaze.

"I just thought you'd give me more shit for waking you up in the middle of the night." I shrugged.

"It's not your fault that your appendix burst. I'm usually awake at this time anyway." Yuri helped my lie down on the bed in the recovery wing, before he stood up straight and crossed his arms.

"I'll check in on you in the morning. Get some rest." He turned on his heel.

"Hey, Yuri. Thank you. Seriously." He didn't turn around, but I could see the tips of his ears flush. "I'm a doctor, it's my job. But... you're welcome." And he left the wing.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #16

A/N: Ya girl is running behind, but still trucking! ✌️

part 1

xxx i can't feel anything

"Dickie!" Jason says, a dopey grin splitting his features. "Heyyy."

Dick smiles back. It's the kind of tired, fake smile that Jason sees through every time – when he's not drugged up to his eyeballs, anyway. Dick's physically exhausted; being up for over thirty hours straight will have that effect on most people.But it's not just that. Mentally, emotionally, he feels flayed, like he's a walking bundle of exposed nerves. Babs has been trying to coax him into going home for a shower and some sleep, but he can't bring himself to leave Jason's side.

They don't understand. They can't. He knows they're trying to, and he appreciates the effort, but the fact is they weren't there. Anything he says to them to try and explain won't come close to capturing how harrowing the experience had been. In the collapsed building, and then in the ambulance ride and ER after, as they struggled to keep Jason stable.

"How are you feeling?" he says, forcing himself back into the present. Pushing down thoughts of last night is getting harder to do as he grows increasingly fatigued. "Any pain in your arm?"

"Pain?" Jason says, squinting. "In my arm? No, I – I can't feel anything." He frowns. "They didn't take my arm, did they?"

"Nope, they didn't. Your arm is still there," Dick assures him. He points to Jason's left arm. "It's in that cast, see?"

Jason looks down and his eyes widen comically. "Whoa." His gaze shifts back to Dick. "Will you sign it?"

"Later," Dick says.

"There," Jason says, gesturing at the cast.

"Careful, Jaybird. You don't wanna pull your IV."

"You can sign it right there," Jason continues, ignoring him. "D-I-C-K." A mischievous look crosses his features. "Or you could just draw a dick."

Dick laughs. It's the first genuine smile he's had since he learned that Jason was in the building when the explosion happened.

"You'd better watch it, dude," he says as the post-op nurse snorts.

Jason hums. "You love me."

"Mm-hmm."

A shadow falls across Jason's face, and he looks like he might burst into tears. "Bruce doesn't love me."

Dick's heart clenches. "Of course he does."

"He hates me," Jason says quietly.

"Don't say that." Dick lays a hand on Jason's knee. "Bruce does not hate you."

"He does," Jason says, and lets out a wet sob. Dick looks up at the nurse, who's moved forward to put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"It's normal to feel a bit emotional after the anesthesia," he says, and Dick knows he's saying it for his benefit as well as Jason's. "That's okay. You're okay, buddy."

"How long will it take before it wears off?" Dick asks, and the nurse shoots him a small, sympathetic smile.

"This part of it usually lasts an hour or so, but it'll be about twenty-four hours for all of it to be flushed from his system completely."

"And he won't remember any of this?"

"It's highly unlikely, unless you want to get your phone out."

Dick absolutely doesn't.

xxx

Jason falls asleep pretty quickly after he's settled back in his room. Dick texts the group chat.

Surgery went well. Jay's resting in his room now

There's a small knock on the door and Haley, one of the nurses that's been in and out a lot over the last day and a half, pokes her head in.

"Sorry to disturb you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's a gentleman here to see you."

Dick frowns. "To see me?"

She nods.

"Huh." He looks over at Jason, and something like grief pangs in his chest. Jay looks younger when he's asleep like this, more his age. If not for the white in his hair and the scars, he could pass for a regular nineteen year old.

"He'll be okay without you for a few minutes," Haley says gently. "I'll make sure he knows where you are if he wakes up."

Dick sighs and, a little reluctantly, stands. "Thank you," he says.

She smiles, and there's a ruefulness to it as she pats his arm. "You're a good brother."

Another sharp pain through the center of his chest, and this time it persists as he follows the nurse through the halls.

"Just in here," she says, opening the door to a quiet room.

His stomach drops.

Bruce.

xxx to be continued...

[autobot2001]

The Beginning of a Long Recovery

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie's recovery from serious wounds, emergency surgery,  and an infection begins. Continued from day 11.

Day 28.2 @febuwhump: Recovery

Ao3 or under the cut

Jamie has slept for most of the past four days. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price struggle to fulfill their daily duties. They don't care that she sleeps most of the day; they want to be by her. Today, the four visit after eating breakfast to see Jamie awake. Jamie still looks sick but is doing better. They sit on chairs on either side of the bed. Ghost and Price sit closest to Jamie. "You just love scaring us, don't you?" Preice jokes. "You take reckless chances on missions and now decide to be this ill." Jamie weakly smiles, still feeling exhausted. The four men know she'll be back to sleep soon but don't want to leave. "How long before you complain about being on medical leave?" Soap asks, smiling. "For a month." The four know Jamie will not like being on medical leave, even if she can stay at the base. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price have already agreed to help Jamie, but she will argue with them. It's not long before Jamie falls asleep. Everyone but Ghost leaves the room.

Ghost sits by the bed for a few hours until Jamie wakes up. She looks at him and then at her hand, which Ghost holds. She smiles at this. "What?" Ghost asks. "You have me worried." He lets go of her hand. "I'll be right back." Ghost gets up and leaves the room, leaving Jamie wondering where he's going. A few minutes later, Ghost returns and sits back down. "Do you think you're up for eating?" Ghost asks, showing a small cup of applesauce and a spoon. "I'll feed you if I have to." This gets Jamie to laugh. Ghost smiles under his skull balaclava. Without an answer, Ghost feeds Jamie the applesauce. Jamie doesn't protest.

Once Ghost finishes, a doctor walks into the room. He looks at Jamie's vitals and infected incision. The doctor believes Jamie can be discharged in a few days but confirms what Soap said earlier about being on medical leave for a month. "Unbelievable," Jamie says once the doctor leaves. Ghost laughs at her displeased tone. "You're going to be a pain in our asses for a month." "Shut up!" Ghost continues to laugh as Jamie gives him an annoyed look. Jamie tries to get up to slap him but is unable to. "See? You are still sick with an infection and need to regain your strength. We'll care for you, and no, it's not being weak." Jamie doesn't argue. Soon, a couple of nurses walk into the room. They've come to get Jamie out of bed. Ghost is curious about how this will go due to the size difference between the female nurses and Jamie. He watches and sees how well the woman thought of how to get their shorter patient out of bed. Jamie's legs feel like jelly from being in bed for five days. She struggles to walk out of the room. Ghost provides encouragement. "Come kick my ass," he jokes, but the nurses don't find it funny. Jamie was exhausted after five minutes of walking. Once Jamie is back in bed, she closed her eyes. "Good job," Ghostpraised her. "You'll be back to full stretch and giving us a challenge during training soon." Ghost sits on the chair and takes Jamie's hand. He watches her fall asleep and stays for a few minutes before talking to the others.

"We knew she'd be displeased," Price comments. "Yeah, but I worry about how she'll be displeased," Soap says. "A grumpy ass, or shutting us out." "He's right," Gaz sighs. "She's shut us out before when she was sick with a cold. This time, she has serious injuries, is recovering from an infection, and needs our help." "She'll be difficult, but we've learned how to deal with her stubbornness," Ghost says. They all know this will be a long month for Jamie as she's not used to sitting around all day.

[aziralock42]

Ok, here is my analysis of each song of the official angelic playlist of our dear ineffable husbands (azira and crowley). I listened to them and I will write to whom I feel the lyrics correspond.

The hidden phrase is: season three (can i hear a wahoo?)

1. Crowley. Him suffering to see Aziraphale leaving with Metatron, is him preferring to stay blind after seeing how he left him alone 😭 he doesn't want him to leave him, and he can only sit there thinking about his kiss :(

2. Crowley. He will still love him no matter where Aziraphale is, his heart will still beat for him no matter what 😭 it's the Titanic song.

3. Crowley. Shit, this one hurt me a lot, Crowley sleeps to dream about him, he describes how Sandman puts him of his magic when he closes his eyes and so he dreams that he talks to him, that he walks with him, that they are together 💔 but the moment comes when he wakes up and comes back to reality where azira is gone "i remember that you said goodbye".

4. Aziraphale (female voice) and Crowley (male voice). Azira convincing himself that the answer (the solution) is not them together, because now there is nothing that can change what happened, maybe things would be better if only he had known how crowley feels about him, he assumes his mistake, and says he thinks about him when he is alone. He tries to pretend that he doesn't spend all his time thinking about what could have been. On the other hand, crowley shows up and claims what's the point of continuing to pretend they are not more than friends, wonders why he would end something he enjoys. Just a sign from aziraphale would suffice, one place and one hour, he would go for it.

5. Aziraphale (I had my doubts, but since in a certain part he asks the lord for something, I think it would have to be him). Aziraphale in love with crowley, seeing him as the boy of his dreams, but then falls into the reality that it only happens in his imagination. He begins to fantasize about the perfect life they could have together. He prays to God that no one will take his love away from him, otherwise he will die.

6. Crowley. Basically Crowley a little bit spiteful HAHAHA he thinks azira didn't even shed a tear so what difference does it make if now that he's sorry and looking to apologize, since he already cried a whole river and suffered for him, it's his turn to suffer. He doesn't forget everything he said to him.

7. Aziraphale. This is beautiful, I feel it's him as he romanticizes the dance and mentions that he loves to hear him read something to him. Sounds to me like an Azira completely in love and how he relates his feelings to a book of love.

8. Aziraphale. This one is my favorite in regards to how beautiful it is, and it's very very aziraphale. This vintage song makes me imagine him gawking at the kiss that has been stolen, as he can't help but think how magical it was and how his lips have never been so strangely arranged. Azira so smitten as he remembers that unforgettable kiss that marked him heart and soul.

9. AZIRAPHALE 😭. It's amazing how well it fits the situation, Crowley wishing to have something with him and be happy together as his dream, while Azira, although he loves him and recognizes that he is a great guy, chooses to keep developing and growing to get that great supreme angel power. I could write an essay on what this song represents so I'll leave that for another post. Something that touched my heart, that I must mention, is when he says "he was sunshine, I was midnight rain", because aziraphale sees himself with pain and sadness while Crowley was his light, but he still chose to leave and go on his way.

10. AZIRAPHALE. Clearly it's about how he hides his pain with a smile, the show must go on. I love that these last two songs very much represent the reasons why he made the decision to leave and helps to understand this poor little angel more.

11. Crowley. This one saddens me because crowley believes that he is not reciprocated, that he is not enough and tries to convince himself that everything will be okay.

5 Crow, 5 Azira + Azira/Crow =11 songs

That's all for today, I hope you liked the interpretation and join me in this pain <3