#911 my period is trying to kill me

[redhood414]

Headcannons! Batfamily

When reader has her period

Dick Grayson

•will buy you chocolate and food. Anything you'd like. The kind of guy who will put everything to the side when you text him 'Shark week'. He knows how horrible it is, those period cramps.

•when you ask for pads, at first he didn't really know what you like to use so he asked some ladies who worked in the store what would be the best. Yes, a true gentleman.

•He knows you've got bad mood swings so he'll leave you alone and when you apologize, give you attention and reassure you.

•Cancel plans with others. When he'll be cuddling you and watching your favourite movie while resting his hand on your stomachs and someone texts him asking where he's at. He'll literally say "Sorry, I'm busy with the love of my life. She needs me. I'll make it up later" and that should do it.

•insecurities. If you get insecure, he'll caress you and tell you how beautiful you are. Every part of you. He's frustrated sometimes because why can't you see you like he sees you? Youre literally an angel and a goddess in one!

Jason Todd

•When he gets a call from you saying you're bleeding he panics. What do you mean blood? Does he have to call 911? When you tell him it's your period he's less panicking. This man knows nothing about periods since he died okay. He asks Dick for advice and stuff.

•will cook for you. Give him a recipe to make and he'll make it. You're his princess. So he'll make sure you feel like one.

•he knows your stomachache is bad so he'll warm heating pads to help with it and give you extra pillows and blankets, even his hoodie. The big, warm, black one with his red symbol on it. More for the warmth (also kind off to show off to anyone you're his. You never know with those freaks!)

•when you ask for pads he panics. He gets confused when you ask for pads with wings so this man brings home..pads and chicken wings. You can't blame the guy! He never saw stuff like that! He gets frustrated at first he got confused but when he sees you laugh he eases up.

•insecurities. This man will stare at you like you've gone mad. What do you mean you're ugly? Jason will literally drag you to the mirror and sign at the mirror "woman. I'm lucky you've chosen me" he scoffs. "Have you seen yourself? Anyone would want your body. Your gorgeous."

•mood swings. When you get mad. He'll let you scream at him and insult him. At first he doesn't get it where it comes from. But after a while he gets used to it. When you come back crying saying sorry he reassured you it's fine and tells you he loves you. He does. Will literally kill for you (and he has done it, will never tell you tho)

Tim drake

•Will look at your calender. You haven't even said it to him you've got your period. Hell literally appear random at your door with a plushie, chocolate and his hoodie. "It's your period right?" He asks. When he sees the confusion he first panics, was he wrong? Then you tell him he's right. You feel flattered he keeps it up.

•Food. Will order things. Japanese, Italien, Chinese..just say the word. He may not be the best at cooking (Alfred noticed that in the kitchen..) so he orders things. Will help you eat. He finds it adorable the way you look like a chipmunk with the sushi in your mouth.

•asking for pads. Will literally search it up on the internet what kind exists and find the ones you've looked for but couldn't find. You're happy he's noticing every single detail about you

•mood swings. Will get insecure himself. Has he done anything wrong? What's happening? Why are you so mad? After some ten minutes you explain it and he gets it. He says that he doesn't mind (but it hurts him sometimes, he knows you don't mean it tho)

•insecurities. Will listen and reassure you. He's not really that good at it, but will try his best to cheer you up. When you hear him comparing yourself to models and stuff he frowns. "They're fake. They wear make up and do special diets. You can't compare yourself to others. You're extraordinary" you can't help but feel butterflies at his words.

Damian Wayne (18 in this)

•at first he's a bit disgusted but eventually will try to help you. When he finds an underwear of yours in blood he'll complain to himself but will wash it out for you. So you'll find it proper, hanging as it dries.

•will bring you random food. Even stuff you've never seen or heard off. Chocolate too. The best chocolate (Belgium, he finds those delicious) and he's secretly pleased when you enjoy it too

•pain. Will be worried when you really have bad stomach aches. Will prepare you a bath and after that help you dry yourself and put your clothes on. Will carry you to the couch and give you warm stuff to help with the pain. Does research on what helps.

•mood swings. Damian will get mad too so it'll be a heated argument. He'll call his brother, Dick of course and complain. But when he hears it's normal he feels stupid and apologises soon to you "sorry for acting like that. I didn't know where it was coming from" (only for you he'll say sorry)

•insecurities. When he hears you mumble about how you don't like your body or anything he'll wrap his arms around you and look into the mirror with you. "Don't say that. If anything, no beauty of any painting could compare to yours. You're a work of art my dear, and you're worth more then the most famous painting in the world."

You can see I'm a romantic myself😌 hope you enjoyed! Also happy new year y'all, still just January, sorry if I'm late lmaoo

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Preparations

Mafia Au in conjuntion with @pilot-boi and @novankenn

“It Won’t happen. I refuse it.” Prismeya Said, glaring right into the red eyes of the sloven man in front of her.

Qrow, leaning back in his chair with his feet on her desk, huffed in response. “You got out as much as anyone. You let go of debts owed to you and all that.” He shifted so he was leaning over the desk and met her gaze with the same intensity she gave him. “But There’s a point to which it isn’t your choice. Someone put money on your boy’s head and now people are out to remove it from his body, and now all you have is the oldest of the underground that remembers your tales for reputation, and nothing else. Your Connections have become limited, and you can’t exactly call shots from above the water.”

Prismeya continued to glare at him. He was hiding something.

“So it seems to me you’ve got two Options.” Qrow Continued. “Either tell the feds Everything, Or get your hands dirty again.” Qrow slammed the rest of his whiskey, stood up and stepped to the door of her office. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pick up some of your ‘Cousins’ for their visit. I’ll be back with them in a few days.”

And with that he stepped out.

Prismeya took a moment, staring at the door with such intensity it should have caught fire. The arm of her chair cracked under her grip.

When she stepped out she could hear the rattling roar of his matte black 83’ Ford F-Series as it started to rumble down the long driveway.

She quickly went over all the surfaces in the guest rooms of her home with Dusters, Wet Wipes, and even went out of her way to make sure the bedding was freshly washed - Not that she didn’t have people for it, but she wanted to make sure it was done right, and done recently.

She breathed deeply in an attempt to soothe herself. Qrow was right, and she hated it with a passion.

Prismeya Couldn’t protect Jaune. Not from this.

She stared out of the window, the sun just passing the high point in the sky.

~~~~~

Jaune slammed into the ground. Again.

Pyrrha held out her good arm for him, dragging Jaune back to his feet. Again.

“Are you sure you want to keep going? You’re going to be bruised if you don’t rest.” Pyrrha said, her tone even and sweet.

“Yes, I want to keep trying.” Jaune heaved, tired and sweaty, but unrelenting. “You got really badly hurt keeping me safe, and I don’t want to just panic, dial 911, and faint again. I need to be able to do more.”

Pyrrha stared at him, some amount of sadness in her eyes, before she tossed him back the broom handle he was practicing with.

~~~~~

“Ruby! You got a minute for your dear old dad?”

“JUST A SECOND! I’M- UH- ON MY PERIOD?”

Beyond her yelling Tai could hear the sound of someone scrambling and the window opening.

He took no time to break the door open, splintering the wood of the frame.

A boy around Ruby’s age half-out of the window. He had tanned skin, freckles, and green eyes. He wore Suspenders and patchy farming pants.

“Hey … Dad … This … is … my … Boyfriend?” Ruby offered, in the most obviously lying voice Taiyang had ever heard.

“... Hello Sir.” the boy squeaked.

Tai stepped forward, silent rage etched onto his face as he pulled Oscar all the way inside. Once Oscar was back on his two feet, he finally spoke again.

“You’re Ozpin’s … Courier? Apprentice? Whatever it is, you must leave. Now. I Refuse to let my daughters suffer the life I had when I was their age. I lost too many people, and I can’t have them struggle the same way. Get out of my house, and know that if you return, I will kill you. UNderstood?”

“I- S-sir-”

“Am I Understood?”

Oscar shrunk under his withering gaze, but didn’t move. “Sh- She went to Ozpin first. I-” He Stood tall. “If you want to talk about this, talk about it with her and Ozpin. I know you can reach him. I understand it’s dangerous for me to be here, but she’s always in danger because of who her parents are, and you know that. I’m just keeping her safe by telling her what I know.”

Tai never averted his gaze, didn’t even blink. He simple stood tall, towering over Oscar, ruminating on his words.

“Fine. But you go through me First. Have you left your message?

“Yes Sir.”

“Then leave.” 

“YES SIR!”

Oscar sprinted out of the room, down the steps, and called out “You have a lovely home!” before the front door slammed shut.

Ruby gave Tai a strained grin.

“You … are grounded forever. You stole your mother’s rifle, searched through my things, went behind my back, and you lied right to my face. I know you’re Aro.”

Tai made several half gestures and frustrated, strangled noises for a minute. “I need to calm down. When I do, We are going to have a very, very Long conversation about this.”

[homestuckreplay]

MY FINAL WORD ON BARBASOL SCIENCE

(page 1465-1490)

There are quite a few parallels with earlier acts in this update, and I definitely feel like Homestuck is bringing its Earth storylines to a close, likely so that all of the kids can enter the Medium by the end of Act 4 and the story can fully take place there.

The first parallel is this sequence of Grandpa Harley panels – killing a butterfly on pages 1130-1 and a basilisk on pages 1465-6. The next is that this basilisk head looks a lot like the heads on Grandpa Harley’s wall on page 911, only color swapped. So the implication is that Grandpa, who is of course an ‘explorer-naturalist-treasure hunter-archaeologist-scientist-adventurer-big game hunter-billionaire’ (p.790), was not content doing these activities on Earth. After discovering the Pacific island where he lives with Jade, I’d guess he explored the mystic ruins and began unearthing Skaian technology; possibly he received some sort of scientific understanding from Skaia itself that taught him how to create transportalizers (among other things) that allowed him to travel to the Medium. Here Grandpa was able to indulge his passions like never before. Due to the multiple colors of monsters, he likely explored all four planets, plus Prospit and the dark kingdom. As the Incipisphere is untethered from Earth time, of course Grandpa would visit the period of its history when it’s most exciting to be there with the most diverse lifeforms. Grandpa returned to late 20th century Earth, built hit house based on the Prospitian towers, mounted his trophies, and began raising his granddaughter.

I’ve seen a lot of speculation that Grandpa Harley is a future version of John, or that the four guardians previously played a session and Grandpa stayed behind in the Medium, etc, but I don’t think those are necessary for the story to make sense. I do like the link between John meeting his nanna, who died when he was young, and now getting to meet Jade’s grandpa who died when she was young, both of whom have interacted with his ‘inheritance’ of the Sassacre book – like John being the heir extends outside his own family (at least, outside his biological family).

After the copper giclops absconds holding the Sassacrusher and Grandpa (drawn in copper silhouette) absconds holding the Sassacre book (weird to connect the two of them like that, I know that Grandpa kills other creatures indiscriminately and without mercy but I’ve seen no evidence that the giclops is so bad).

we move from my favorite character john egbert to my favorite character the peregrine mendicant <3 what a delight!! Just as the Bec symbol on WV’s pumpkin triggered some understanding in AR, a spirograph on the mystic ruins triggers a memory in PM, and we put together a beautiful mail timeline.

Order of events within Homestuck:

John probably finds an uncarved minitablet and chisel on LOWAS (p.1358) if you play the full walkaround.

PM commands John to open the pyxis to take these items (p.1425-6).

A younger PM finds a carved minitablet and the item inscribed on it, and delivers them to the breeze (1476-82).

PM goes to command John to carve the tablet (p.1489-90).

John presumably will do this and place it in the pyxis.

Order of events in linear time:

John finds an uncarved minitablet and chisel on LOWAS.

He carves it with the symbol for the Sburb server disc.

PM finds the carved minitablet, retrieves the envelope and delivers it to the breeze.

413 years later, PM sees John through WV’s computer and commands him to take the actions of first finding and then carving the tablet.

So in the comic, past, future, John and PM are all interspersed, although John’s story stays linear, which sets some guidelines. It does make me sad that this happens in a way that takes a lot of agency from John – he doesn’t get the chance to find his dad’s car and see that the parcels are missing and try to solve the minitablet puzzle himself, he gets the command from PM soon enough to avoid that whole challenge. I think the timeline could have been played with a little more to allow John to at least reach the car before PM’s memory was prompted, and she still could have swooped in to give John a nudge in the right direction if he was struggling to solve this. John has been saved by other people a lot and it’s not satisfying if he never succeeds on his own terms.

The close ups on the minitablet make it really clear that these are stone age captchalogue cards, with the same broad function but a long time delay between ‘captchaloguing’ and possessing the item, while on Earth the technology was instant and at people’s fingertips. This fits especially well with Jade’s new fetch modus, which is interesting as the Pictionary modus was chosen through a reader poll while the minitablet system is author-created. Jade’s modus is essentially the best of both worlds – it works instantly, but can also be used to acquire new items.

John’s stone minitablet carving fits right in with the other drawings he did for his friends, which I’m sobbing and crying over cause he’s really just like this all the time. <3 I love even more that this drawing counts as ‘signed authorization to deliver one of the parcels’ (p.1481). As AR can plainly see, and only a fool would think otherwise. Finally John gets given some respect.

John and PM both leave to follow some strange men, and I have all my fingers crossed for a sword origin story for PM now the narrative has drawn so much attention to her never thinking ‘to carry a sword or resort to violence under any circumstance’ (p.1478). AR is going to the dark kingdom to return a package to his superiors and PM is following, and I’m betting every boondollar I have that these two will run into Dad Egbert.

So, the Barbasol debate. I have definitely looked into this before but I am stating once again for the record: the cream itself is not flammable and in fact can work as a flame suppressant (like a foam fire extinguisher) but the propellant in a standard aerosol can is extremely flammable pressurized gas, so a sudden change in heat, such as being thrown into a fire, will definitely ignite it. That’s my last word on Barbasol science because I’m more interested in its leadup on page 1479 – AR doffs his hat too furiously and almost starts a fire, which is ‘not the best idea around all this oil. Especially without any sort of flame suppressant handy’. ‘Flame suppressant’ links directly to a Google image search for ‘barbasol’, which has been mentioned before (along with its flammability debate). This obviously works great now because Barbasol is a current product, but Google is a dynamic search engine that will update its results with new content. All it would take is for me to create a character named Barba Sol and get them to be really popular, or create a viral meme about Barbasol, or smear the product’s name with a major scandal, and I could completely change this joke. When reading back in the future this page could be entirely different.

The big gust of wind on page 1487 is really pretty and looks great in the swirly Homestuck style. But who did that?? Surely Grandpa Harley is not out here with a giant wind cannon so who else is helping John? Did Dave’s bro zoom past on his rocketboard at such speed that it caused a huge gust of wind? Has AR declared the fire illegal contraband and blown it away?

[kiniism]

ive got so many different thoughts in my head i think this is probably a bad idea so i might delete it later but im just going to. write them all down here in whatever order they come out of my brain just to try and get them Out for real. below the read more is genuine unfiltered (unmedicated lmao) just...fears and anxiety and Bad, so please dont click it if you're in a bad spot yourself. or maybe like at all in general idk its embarassing

okay we're here in the read more now. last warning to look away or scroll really fast. i really doubt this post is staying up for too long if i even have the balls to post it in the first place but im just waffling between so many extremes right now i have to do. something. anything. so again. leave if you need to, im not expecting to get anything out of this except selfishly maybe clearing my own head on my own blog and praying it helps me stop mentally self destructing

idk how to format any of this so ill just do bullet points and let them spill in whatever order happens

i have an absolute crippling fear of leaving my house At All because bad things have happened and ive come Home to said bad things having happened in my absence. also the fact that i currently dont have any health insurance or money period means if i go out and theres a car accident or i fall and break a leg or anything im just. thats it. its done. im done. this is a fear so big and ive lived with it for (checks watch) three years straight and its been impacting my basic ability to function since

i have no money. my savings were never amazing (perks of being employeed by a big chain corp at minimum wage right) and theyve only gone downhill since i lost my job. i havent told any of my family this, and between covering things for them so theyre not suspicious and my own stupid fucking brain trying to go "its a treat to keep me from killing myself :)" my bank is charging me fees for being under the minimum balance again. so what little money i have is continueing to drain away month by month and i literally cannot stop it or tell anyone in my house out of fear

im trying to do commissions to at least get my mimimum balance back again to stop the slow descent into not having a dollar to my name but i dont know how to put myself out there. no one has asked me to draw something for them. i dont know what part of it im doing wrong. am i just not good enough? are the prices too high? is my style not appealing? i dont have a following. i cant reach strangers. i dont know how to improve my art because i cant have FUN drawing when im SO AFRAID of whats going to happen to me when i hit zero. i cant bring myself to experiment with my style because if i change it, im afraid i wont be able to go back. ive essentially told myself im not allowed to enjoy art because i now have to make it my job, but i cant market myself, cant advertise, cant appeal, cant.........do anything to stop myself from falling further and further into obscurity

a family member a few states away is having a surgery in a month and needs someone to stay with them for a week in case of complications. im the top pick for this because i have no job or obligations but i a.) am currently mad at them for other drama reasons, b.) cannot drive, and c.) cannot help them off the floor by myself if they fall. the only thing i would do is feed their cats and call 911, which then means i either have to go in the ambulence with them to the hospital upon which we would be STUCK THERE (because no car to drive home) or stay alone at the house to do nothing. compounded with the fear of being gone from my own house for a week and the fear from the very start, this is the thing thats actively fucking me up right now. i dont want to go. if i go, somethings going to go wrong somewhere. i cant

speaking of things going wrong when im not looking. i started calling my grandma every day at the same time because i love her. and she fell one day (she wasnt hurt, just startled by a stuck door) and thankfully my sister was home so we could go over together and help her. but what if she hadnt been there. what could i have done by myself when she called asking for help. what would i do if i was states away and she needed help again. i would be stuck there. by myself. with the relative i hate the most. i dont want to think id actually hurt the relative im babysitting in that scenario but im afraid of myself and how unpredictable my moods have been lately

lets keep going down the list of bad things i fear happening because why the fuck not. one of my cats is turning fifteen in may and while shes still her normal grumpy self now i have to go and physically make sure i find her every night before i go to sleep to make sure shes still alive. sometimes shes sleeping so deep its hard to see her breathing, and i have to shake her awake which i feel really bad about every time. but one of the bad thigns that happened while i was away from the beginning. actually this specific thing has happened three times in total. was coming home to either news a pet had passed or needing to take them to the vet to have that confirmed

speaking of may. theres a subscription service i still have which is one of th eonly things that makes my life feel worth it at this point. its stupid but the things it offers brings those small moments of joy, and im desperate to Not find out what losing that is going to do to my brain, even though the thing itself has been going down in quality every update still. its a fucking stupid thing to want in the face of despair but i want to hold onto things that Do make me happy in the face of this massive wall of panic im constantly being crushed under day in and day out. its why ive been trying to push my commissions, so i can get out of the minimum balance and have enough to pay for it without going back under again, but at this rate ill just get overdrafted if i let it renew or i Will be finding out what losing it will do to me in a month

im almost certain im bipolar to some degree because i ve been swinging between WOW MY FAVORITE VIDEO GAME CHARACTER and this literal wall of soul crushing madness for several hours now. the wall of soul crushing madness is currently winning (i am crying as i keep letting the thoughts ramble out) but being unmedicated and undiagnosed and unable/unwilling to go to therapy and ACTUALLY tell a professional about any of this that im writing is going to end up killign me

i feel awful for writing any of this. i feel like im complaining about stupid shit and i should die for even feeling any of this, let alon espeaking it aloud. ever since i was small "other people have it worse than you" was drilled into me over and over again and its right. and i know its right. but its also wrong, but i shouldnt forget that its right too. i dont even know if anyone is down here reading this still, or if i really am just screaming into the void like i expected to in the first place. selfishly, i hope someone is out there. embarassingly, i hope no one clicked read more

all of my friends are going through their own struggles. i cant burden them with my own, because i dont have the strength to carry anything in return. i want to help them, connect with them, but what happens if i make even More work for them by Trying to help and then i end up breaking into ten thousand pieces

i dont know if i can think of anything else right now. i guess thats the end of it. thats the most of the thoughts. im still crying but at least i think i can breathe a little better now.

if you read this, a.) why, b.) thank you. please sleep well tonight

if you didnt read this, its okay, i didnt have any expectations for that (in like.. the most positive way i could mean it). i just hope you're doing okay

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, miner injury

Episode mapping: This chapter takes place during several episodes - episode 5 of season 10 "Fan Fiction", episode 6 of season 10 "Ask Jeeves", episode 7 of season 10 "Girls, Girls, Girls", episode 8 of season 10 "Hibbing 911"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

After a half an hour argument between Dean and Sam, a couple days after we first met, I was allowed to have my phone and my laptop back. 

Another five days after that, I was granted permission to take some adapters, cables and tools from my car but Sam was with me the entire time. 

After two weeks living together in the bunker, Sam accepted the fact that he cannot follow me everywhere and watch my every move.

He is still barely talking to me and throws me measuring looks every time we pass each other in the hallway.

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The boys are on a hunt, some drama teacher went missing after rehearsal, and I'm buried in cables, gears and tools. I had connected to the bunker's mainframe and am trying to figure out what is wrong with it. The poor thing has not been upgraded since the 1940s. So… I took the drastic decision to make some improvements while I'm searching for the main problem. This is exactly how I ended up tangled in an inferno of wires. And this is how the boys find me when they come back from the case. "Wow… Is that what you did when we were gone? Are you sure you know what you are doing?" "Yes, I'm sure…" I pick my head from under the counter. "Oh my God! And those glasses! You are trying to check all the nerdy boxes or something?" "Glasses or no glasses, I can still…" I start with a cold tone but when I look at Dean, I see the sneer on his face "Oh! You think you're funny?" "I know for a fact that I am!" "You are not." I say but the smile on my face contradicts my words. "How was the case?" "It was… strange… even for us."

I'm laughing uncontrollably after Dean finished telling me about the case. Yes… I'm laughing with the man I'm going to kill… My attempts to keep him away are not going as well as expected. "There are books about you! And they did their own interpretation of your lives!? In a musical!? I… I can't… That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I'll have to check those books…" "Don't you even dare!" I return my focus to my work but I keep randomly bursting into laughter in the next few hours.  This is hilarious!  Books and musicals!  I'll definitely have to find those books.  That's an interesting concept, a prophet turned author.  Did some person like this Chuck, have also written my prophecy? And if so, did they know more about how I am supposed to stop the unstoppable Knight of Hell? But even if they did… this was at least 15 years ago… and since there can be only one prophet at a time… and the boys know at least two… Another dead end…

"What the hell?" I hear Dean yelling from the kitchen. I rush through the maze of hallways and almost bump into Sam on the kitchen's doorway. "Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks. "What's going on?! What the hell is this!" He points to the countertop.

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"An espresso machine, obviously." I answer and roll my eyes with annoyance.  He scared the shit out of me!  And for what!?  He is such a drama queen.  "I can no longer drink this vomit you Americans call coffee." "But…" "I'm not forcing you to use it! Yours is still there. You can keep using it. But I can't." I turn around and head to the door.  I see Sam trying to contain his smile. He is really enjoying this situation but will never show it in front of me. "How did this appear here?" He asks instead. "Online shopping, Sam… Don't worry. I ordered just a coffee machine… No weapons… I promise…" "You ordered it here!?" "I picked it up from the delivery center in town… I'm not stupid! I know how to keep a bunker a secret, remember?"

My schedule is an infinite loop of little to no sleep, coffee in large doses, coding, debugging and searching through every corner of the bunker's system I can think about, more coffee and pizza.  And then again.  And again.  The boys had been on a couple of hunts, but the way they are searching for cases is inefficient. They go through the internet and local news sites for unusual occurrences. I thought all the bunkers have a notification system… But maybe this one is too old for that… Maybe I should write them an algorithm for this.

I notice Sam is carefully watching Dean. Again. He started to do that after their last case.  Something had happened that made Sam worried.  But he will never tell me.  All I know is that it was a case involving a shifter.  It sounded like an Agatha Christie novel. The maid turns out to be the daughter of the late rich lady and a shifter. And was planning to kill all her greedy family members. She had tricked the boys by giving them fake silverware and they were not able to identify her as the shifter until much later.  "That's why I'm always wearing my rings." I told Dean while sitting on the couch. "This one is silver, the other one - iron, and this one - steel." But something else had happened on that case that makes Sam worry about Dean. "There is still time. At least 5 months. Maybe more." I say to Sam when we happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. "I'm not going to let you kill him. I'll find another way." Is the only thing he says to me and walks out of the room. "Do you honestly believe that I want to do it?" I mutter to myself.

"Em, we are going." Dean shouts.  The boys were digging through the Men of Letters archive for the past 4 days.  When they are in the bunker, I spend a lot of time with Dean. Sometimes just sitting in the library, other times he stays with me for hours in the mainframe room, exchanging stories and talking about old cases.  And here they are going again on a hunt.  I have left the bunker a couple of times to go to town for supplies or for the next package of equipment or gear for the bunker's upgrade but for the most time I was stuck in here.

"Ok, sit here. Easy, be careful."  The boys are back. I walk in the library and see Sam sitting on the edge of the table, an arrow sticking from his right shoulder. "What happened?" "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." Dean answers me. Sam is ignoring me, like usual. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam declares. I'm going to leave the room and leave them to handle it themselves when I see Dean preparing to try and break the arrow. "Stop!" I yell before he can cause irreversible damage to his brother's shoulder. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." I try to wipe my hands clean of all the grime while I walk to them. My efforts are in vain so I grab some medical gloves from the first aid kit. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam tries to protest. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!" I cut him off, frustrated. He is so unbelievably stubborn! "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I explain, seeing their confusion. "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." Dean retorts playfully. "Really?" I look at him and roll my eyes. Those boys are dancing on my nerves today. "Now! The belt!" While Dean is unbuckling his belt I start to unroll the tail of the carbon arrow. When Dean gives me his belt I make Sam bite on it.  "I'm not..." He tries to protest again but I just tilt my head to the side and look at him with a 'oh, you are' look. I had enough with his attitude for today. He seems to understand because he just does as I had told him. The younger Winchester is too tall and I can not pull out the arrow from this angle so I climb on the table. "Are you ready, big guy?" I ask Sam. He stiffens but I don't wait for his answer before swiftly pulling the arrow out. He grunts and clenches his teeth. "Затова беше коланът." I whisper. *That's what the belt was for.* I climb down from the table and see that Dean is staring at me with wide eyes. I take Sam's left hand and make him put pressure on the wound. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" Dean just nods, still staring at me.  I ignore him, remove the gloves and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" I yell.

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I make Sam sit on the edge of the table. We had been injured too many times but an arrow, that is something new. "What happened?" Em enters the library. "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." I explain. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam's distrust and animosity towards her hadn't changed with the past few weeks. It was not like him at all. I'm preparing to break the tail of the arrow like I have seen in the movies but I freeze when I hear a sharp "Stop!" Emilia is strolling through the room towards us. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." She fails to wipe her hands in her jeans so she grabs some gloves from the first aid kit.  She is covered in grime and dust, her hair in the usual braid, her glasses perched on her nose. The bunker's mainframe must have not been cleaned like… ever. I realize she has been stuck in that small room for more than a month now. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam repeats again. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!"  This woman definitely has some sass in her, when she is not trying to hold back and act like a soldier. This is the first time I have seen her snap like that.  "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I never in a million years imagined that someone talking about power tools would turn me on so badly! "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." I retort but I'm surprised by her taking charge of the situation like that. "Really?" She glares at me through her glasses. "Now! The belt!" I just shrug and give her the belt. She unscrews the tail of the arrow. Hm, so that's how it's done? Then she makes Sam bite the belt. "I'm not.." Sam starts to protest but obviously the look on Emilia's face makes him shut up. The look on his face is one of fury.  The next second she climbs on the table which makes my jaw drop. Her left knee is on Sam's right side, her right knee… between my brother's legs. She is practically straddling his leg. Sam visibly stiffens and stares at me over her shoulder in shock. The look on my face mirrors his. "Are you ready, big guy?" Em acks and I arch my brow. Before Sam can even react, she jerks the arrow from his shoulder. Sam grunts and Em mutters something before hopping down from the table. She grabs Sam's other hand and makes him put pressure on his shoulder then she turns to me. The shock and disbelief on my face must be obvious but she completely ignores it. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" I nod and she turns around and leaves the room tossing the medical gloves in the bin next to the door. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" She yells from the hallway. "Did she… Did she just climbed on you, straddled you and called you a 'big guy'?"  Sam chokes.  "Well…" I look at the doorway where she had disappeared. "She is hot when she is bossy."

Chapter 7: The Fates >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[vrepit-salt]

Hey I saw your tags on that post about 9-5's - I'm a Certified Medical Assistant and I've thought about becoming an EMT in the past but I was always worried about stress and - what's it like working so closely with police?

Hi there! Hope you're doing well 💗

First, regarding the stress thing, like yeah, there is a considerable amount of stress, given the circumstances you find yourself in on calls. You really have no idea what you're gonna walk into, and you have to be prepared for the worst (it's usually not the worst, but you truly don't know).

There's lots of moving parts, changing situations, people, tasks, things to think about, and planning ahead. All of this at a fast pace oftentimes. You learn to manage it and understand that the stress is normal. And most likely, you'll have a good partner and fire crew to help out so things flow smoothly. (If you work 911, that is).

And the police thing.... yeah, it's often conflicting. They're like, a hit or miss. I'm fortunate enough that the area I work in has law enforcement that are actually pretty on the ball with treating people respecfully. And they're often willing to assist on like CPR calls, moving people, extrication, etc. Of course, I'm always mindful of the potential use of force and escalation, especially when there's mental health issues, a crime, or drugs involved. Especially involving minorities or homeless folks too.

There's also been situations where we've needed law enforcement because our safety was legitimately jeopardized, despite our attempts to defuse the situation ourselves. EMS gets threatened, EMS gets assaulted, EMS even gets killed sometimes. This job has considerable safety risks. There's always mutual respect and cooperation on scene with other responders, and we try to keep it that way.

The role of EMS is to care for people. Period. Patient advocacy is our priority.

I encourage you to try EMS, I certainly had no idea I would absolutely love what this career entails. If it's not for you, that's totally valid. It's not for everyone. Becoming a paramedic was simultaneously the most stressful and most empowering period in my life. It's terrifying but rewarding, and a whole lot of fun sometimes. Also, everyone in this field has raging ADHD so if you like being constantly stimulated, moving around, and not having a normal routine... get in loser, lol.

Feel free to reach out or message me if you have any questions or want to talk EMS!

Take care ✨️

[marcusrobertobaq]

By the time we arrive at the scene Emma been a hostage for exactly a hour. Other POs arrived inside this period, we got 3. Deckart (20:03), in my opinion, died before those other 2 officers arriving, as they're on the terrace and seems like Daniel was inside the living room before. We already got a Daniel with Emma doing whatever the fuck for 30 minutes - i think it's related to Caroline (she's out of the scene only when we arrive).

Those other 2 officers arrive and try surrouding Daniel who's threatening to jump and shoots both. One fall on the water and dies, the other one is still alive. The way he haven't died of blood loss yet makes me think maybe he arrived recently.

MY ASSUMPTION IS: the SWAT team arrived very recently, tried evac the dude but Daniel shoots everybody on sight before they can even enter the terrace (he let those 2 POs get inside the terrace and see what happened).

I gonna enter hc territory here to give a timeline

19:27 - John is killed, Caroline is present when it happens

19:29 - Daniel try dealing with Caroline

19:31 - Caroline manages to call the police

20:00 - PO Deckart arrives and Daniel takes Emma hostage, backup is called

20:03 - PO Deckart is killed, Daniel takes Emma to the balcony and Caroline still in contact with the police

20:10 - Media finds out what's happening after people started paying attention on what was happening. 911 also called.

20:12 - Connor being prepared to be deployed, likely already on the way

20:17 - Backup arrives, they check on Caroline and go to the balcony

20:18 - SWAT is called as it's a hostage situation now, an officer tries approaching Daniel but get killed. The other officer survives. The surrounding area is now being closed.

20:22 - SWAT arrives (entry, perimeter and air support).

20:23 - SWAT is ordered to remain in standby by 'em commander, deputy or chief cuz CyberLife saw what happened and said they would send Connor

20:29 - Connor arrives

[mint-moon25]

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ANOTHER - GREAT - SINGER - WHO - I - MET 2

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THERE - 911 - 9TH ST - PUBLIX - AND WHEN

THEY - NOTICE - YOUR - FAVORITE - CAN B

INCLUDED - WITH - THEIR - $5 - SUSHI DAY

MAIN - LIBRARY - HACKER (s) - THERE - IN

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INVISIBLE - SEARCHER - WILL - SHOW - HIM

AND - WHERE - HE - IS - WILL - B - GIVEN AT

ONCE - 2 - OUR - TOKYO - MALE SCIENTISTS

RFID - BLOCKING - SCANNERS - FR - THEFTS

AMEX - GOLD - $200,000

GONE - LESS - THAN - 1 SECOND

CHECKING - DEBIT - $5 MILLION - GONE

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THEY - HAVE - SPECIAL - X RAY - SCAN 2

GET - INSIDE - SO - THEY - CAN - HAVE ID

WITH - WHAT - THEY - NEED - LATER - ON

MAIN - LIBRARY - LIKE - CITIBANK - CAFE

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DESTROY - YOUR - NEW - LAPTOPS - AND

THEY’RE - TRYING - 2 - DESTROY - ANIME

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THAT - I - GOT - FREE - MANNED - ALSO

BY - T - MOBILE - USUALLY - NOT - FREE

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FREE - AT - PARKING - LOT - WHERE - ME

GOES - THURSDAY - FRIDAY

SW 2 ST - AND - SW 2 AV

SO - HERE - AT - BOX VAULT - MIAMI

SELF - STORAGE

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FORGOT - ZIP CODE - BY - MEMORY

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2 - ROADS - POINTING - DIFFERENT

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[dxsturbia]

And everybody Hass to breathe in Ericas cigarettes

Joyce’s Frederick mine

You know damn good and well that that is what’s gonna kill not necessarily marijuana smoke

You can harp on the clean air act all you want I’m not being on the one who doesn’t follow it which I assume is the reason for the bullhorn

It’s been true for a decade you cannot /smoke./On public housing

Period

End of sentence

You also cannot pass my door without 24 hour notice or Xpress invitation by me

One of the most addictive drug in the world are you leading cause of lung cancer that actually contributed into the decline of smoking cigarettes that led up to the ban in the first place

It’s my motherfucking house I don’t know what your expectations were at the beginning maybe You believed as a lot of people did that this would be temporary but I live here this is my house and right or wrong I have the right to privacy in my own house if you smell smoke say it’s not coming from you

If you go outside and look upstairs and see that there may be a fire or are you at the very least going to call 911 so that he can get out or are you going to go the extra mile and try to knock on the door and get them out

And if you can call 911 and knock on the door how come you can’t tell me what’s hurting you

[seat-safety-switch]

For a brief, shameful moment in my past, I lived at a pretty upscale condo complex. It wasn’t my fault: the landlord had fallen on some tough times and needed a renter right now, and I saw two guys in the parking lot doing an engine swap on a Jetta. So I figured it was my kind of place.

Of course, as the lease period wore on, I soon found that I was surrounded by enemies hostile to my way of life. The Jettabros left almost immediately, and although I could sometimes make small-talk with the Porsche 911 owners, they would immediately clam up as soon as we rounded the corner in the parking garage and they saw the car that I was driving. Angry words were said about oil leaks. Worse, those angry words were inaccurate – it was actually brake fluid.

Near the end, they wouldn’t even let me do work on the car. It wasn’t spillage, or tools, or parts, or spare engines lying in the guest stall next to me. No, it was the volume and density of profanity emitting from my mouth whenever I had to attempt even the simplest task.

According to the condo board, and I should stress that this information was not followed up with legal action because they are a bunch of chicken-shit assholes afraid of a real attorney, I swore so much when trying to change out a headlight bulb that it reverberated through the concrete foundation and killed a 75-year-old woman sitting on the toilet on the eighth floor. So I had to do all my work in the underground parkade of the local shopping mall, which meant I had to steal old bags from Sak’s out of the condo trash in order to place on the trunk-lid of my car, so as to throw off the many and varied suspicions of mall security.

Did I leave as soon as the lease was up? Yes, but I left as a king. You see, the condo board regulations were not particularly well-written, and my condo was pretty big. After subletting it to approximately 300 of my closest friends, I won the board election in a landslide. Coincidentally, several of my friends/roommates also won elections for their seats, and we were virtually unopposed except for Old Man Johansen. He was so convinced that we represented a Communist plot to overthrow Resale Value, that we had to show him how long of a burnout in a Mustang we could do in the parking lot. Once that was taken care of, the condo was ours.

I learned a lot from that volunteer position. For one thing, condo board reserve funds don’t pay for a carbon-fibre widebody kit for a Volare and a new roof at the same time. And they certainly didn’t have enough in the bank when one of my fellow board members accidentally left an oxy-acetylene torch turned on in the underground parkade all morning.

[daddyyy88]

Family | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

TW: ABUSE, ABUSIVE PARTNER, PREGNANCY, UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF UNWANTED PREGNANCY/BABY, ABORTION, MORNING SICKNESS, HINTS AT EATING DISORDER (?) CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Word count: 7.2k

summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way

y’all I am sincerely sorry for how long this got and how long it took to write and the fact that this is only a part one but uhm yea this took a week to write so I’ll see you in a momth for part 2 💀

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

“Ed-Eddie- Eddie please, I-I need you- he’s gonna k-kill me! God damn it- pick up yo- y-your phone- ahh! No, n-no please-” you whisper-screamed into the phone, until your boyfriend found you in your hiding spot in the linen closet. He snatched you up, throwing the phone across the room and then, throwing you.

“You dumb, stupid whore!” He screamed, kicking you so hard you felt your ribs breaking. You cried and cried, having no choice but to take the beating because of course you’re dating an abusive 6’4 grizzly bear for a boyfriend.

You had been dating (for all intents and purposes) for the last 3 years and it had been the worst 3 years of your life. It was okay for a few months but by the time you were 6 months into the relationship you had been forced to cut everyone off and you were buying more and more makeup than you knew what to do with to try and cover the bruises.

You had to cut everyone off, including Eddie. Especially Eddie. Adam, your “boyfriend”, hated how close you were with Eddie. He didn’t like how happy Eddie made you in comparison to him so he beat you till you could barely move your fingers enough to type out the text telling him you didn’t want to be in his life anymore.

You cried non stop for months, Eddie never knew about the abuse but he was just such a good person and was always te for you and always loved you and protected you when he could and you never ever imagined a life without Eddie in it. But when Adam started threatening to kill the people in your life, you had to cut them off to keep them safe.

And even here, lying in a puddle of your own blood, wheezing, barely able to hear, or see, you stand by the decision. Even on death's doorstep, you would’ve gone through it all a thousand times to protect him and everyone else in your life.

Eddie went over the speed limits 20 miles to get to you, falling to his knees and sobbing once he found you. He was sure you were gone. You weren’t breathing, he couldn’t find a pulse, and your lips were blue and your skin was getting paler all ready. He called 911 anyway. He had to try.

He didn’t know how, or why, but you made it. You woke up a few hours later, you told the cops everything and talked to Eddie for quite some time. You two hadn’t seen each ot in years, and came to find out this was the reason why. Believe me, Eddie was pissed he didn’t try harder to figure out why you weren’t talking to him anymore.

You didn’t say much after that night, and 3 weeks later you were okay enough to live out of your car, so you did. You left Eddie again, not wanting to be a burden to him any longer and started living in your car. You went back to work at the mall, making just enough to survive since you were working as a manager at one of the high end stores.

Yea, life sucked but it was okay for the time being whilst you healed the physical and mental wounds Adam left you with and got your life back. That was until, you were throwing up 1,000 times a day and couldn’t breathe without smelling something that made you nauseous. Not to mention, your boobs hurt badly and were getting swollen like you were about to be on your period, which was super late.

Between the stress of recovering and the relief of no longer being with Adam anymore you didn’t realize you were late on your period. You were scared shitless, this was not the time to be having a baby, especially one with your abusive ex-boyfriend as the father. You felt so stupid, so reckless.

Of course, all the tests you took came back positive. You cried for hours, called in sick at work and it got to the point we you were genuinely contemplating suicide. You knew you couldn’t afford the appointments and the clothes and the diapers, much less the actual baby and you didn’t even have a home. You’d probably end up giving birth in your car, it’d be a disaster and you couldn’t fathom letting an innocent little baby being born into that kind of shitty life.

You did as much research as you could, and you realized you would never be able to afford an abortion. You didn’t have insurance, so it would take forever to save the money and it was a lot more complicated and expensive the farther you got into the pregnancy. You had no choice but to have the baby, probably in your backseat, and probably leave it at a police station to hopefully go to a better family.

You cried nonstop the entire day, you felt like shit, and then you tried to eat and threw it up before you finished the meal and you genuinely felt like you hit rock bottom. You never imagined you’d be finding you were pregnant whilst living in your car barely 2 months after getting out of an abusive relationship that was so bad it almost got you killed at 22.

You thought you’d be in college right now, getting a journalism degree, sending and receiving letters from Eddie all the time, living the dream you’ve had since you were 15. Not this. Certainly not this.

Pregnancy really kicked your ass. You lost more weight than you could fathom, constantly skipping meals because every time you did eat it ended up in the toilet. You couldn’t afford new bras for a while and oh my god did that hurt like hell. You grew fast, it kinda scared you because eit you were farther along than you thought or this baby was gonna be pretty big compared to your small hips, which meant that giving birth was gonna tear you in half.

You were uncomfortable all the time, between the nausea, the sore boobs trapped in tight bras, your clothes being too small, your constant hunger yet persistent morning sickness, and your highly sensitive and emotional state, and your constant inability to sleep you were a complete wreck.

You were also starting to feel all the pain the pregnancy books mentioned, like the sore and uncomfortable feeling in your back, pressure in your hips and pelvis and the sore feeling in your stomach from the muscles getting torn apart for your stomach to grow. Your feet weren’t achy yet, which you were thankful for considering you were on your feet a lot at work.

However, about a month or so after you found out you were pregnant, you lost your job because the boss was sick of you always throwing up and being tired and always coming late and constantly asking if te was any way you could make some extra money or earn a raise.

You were actually kind of happy that day, you had scarfed down a breakfast burrito and didn’t throw it up, and you’d gotten a good amount of sleep last night.

You got through your day, no rude customers or anything, it was one of the best days you had in a while. That was until you were stopped by your boss on your way out. “Listen, uhm, I’m gonna have to let you go, y/l/n. I know you’re pregnant and everything, but you’re…a lot, okay? I’ve found someone better for the job so, uh, you’re fired” he said and you scoffed, tears filling your eyes.

You nodded and said “okay…uhm that's just- that’s awesome. It’s not like I need to eat to keep my baby alive or try to pay for an appointment to see if my child is healthy or anything like that. Fuck you, have a terrible rest of your day” You sniffled and threw your badge in his face and got out of te as fast as you could.

It’s 10pm, you worked the night shift for that asshole and all you wanted was to fucking punch him in his stupid face. You got to your car and just let it all out. You hadn’t cried once since the day you found out you were pregnant, after that you stopped letting yourself cry because it wasn’t worth your time and wouldn’t get you anywe but you couldn’t help it now. It was hard to suppress your emotions for so long, especially with all the hormones which made you wanna do nothing but cry most of the time.

If you hadn’t hit rock bottom before, you certainly had now. No job, no house, soon enough no car, and a baby on the way. You sobbed and sobbed, you couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. You should’ve known not to let yourself actually believe things were getting better. “Nothings ever actually going to get better, idiot” you thought.

You had nowhere else to go, the only person who might let you stay with them was Eddie, but you were sure after what you pulled a couple weeks ago he wouldn’t. Yet you still managed to get here, on his doorstep, a blubbering mess of tears and sobs.

“Y/n? O-Oh my god- what’s wrong, are you okay?” He asked and you sniffled. It was raining now so you were soaking wet, shivering a little. You shook your head and said “no- n-no, nothing i-is okay, I-I…I n-need somewhere to- to stay p-please” “of course, yea, come in quick…come in…it’s okay, breathe, relax. You’re okay, I got you” he said and you whimpered, trying to get to his bathroom.

“Alright, alright relax, try to breathe for me. I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes and you go ahead and take a shower, I already took a shower and Uncle Wayne is still out working for a while so use up as much hot water as you need” he said and you nodded. He wiped your tears away, not without you initially flinching first, and said “try to calm down for me, okay. I’ll make you dinner, what do you want?”

“W-Whatever you h-have is fine” you said and he sighed. He kissed your head and said “okay, the water is nice and warm. Hurry and get in, I don’t want you to get sick” You nodded and closed the door, letting out a shaky breath. You got your clothes off, finally being able to breathe without the bra squeezing your chest and your pants squeezing your bump.

You didn’t take too long in the shower, you just rinsed off and warmed up some and found what appeared to be one of his tight fitting shirt on the toilet seat, which worried you because he didn’t exactly know you were pregnant yet, the shirt you were wearing before was a little more your size but still hid your bump enough that it wasn’t obvious. He also left you a pair of shorts and he must’ve ran to the store really quickly cause he left a pack of panties too.

“Hey, hi, are you feeling better? I ordered pizza it’ll…be- be here soon…” he said, his eyes glued to your bump. He blinked a few times and smiled at you, offering a glass of water. You took it carefully and quietly said “just ask, Eddie…”

“Y-You’re pregnant? Like for real?” He said and you sniffled. You nodded and he said “how many months?” “I-I have no idea…I can’t afford an appointment and I don’t know how to figure it out for myself. My best guess is probably 4 months or so” you said and sat down at the tiny little “dining table” that was more for decoration than practical use.

He nodded and said “is uhm…is it…his?” “Yea…yea it is” you said and sighed shakily, looking down at the floor. You felt like a failure, Eddie was probably figuring out how to get you out of e as soon as possible.

“I uhm…got fired. And I’m living in my car, which I won’t have for much longer if I don’t start making money again to pay it off. I’m trying to save for an appointment but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold onto that money for much longer. I didn’t want to come e and bot you with this and be anot thing on your overly full plate but I just…I don’t have anywe else to go,” you said and tears filled your eyes again, your lip trembling.

He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears away. He took a few deep breaths with you and said “it’s okay, y/n. I’ll always welcome you with open arms no matter what. God, every day since you left I’ve been waiting to see you again, to make sure you’re okay. You can stay here as long as you need to, I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re not a burden or a bot or whatever the hell, you’re family, y/n. Family takes care of each other”

You looked away, trying not to burst into sobs but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey it’s okay…can I hold you?” He asked and you sniffled, nodding. Eddie quickly pulled you up so you were standing and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. You cried and cried and cried, you just kept remembering all the things Adam did to you and how much you’ve been going through and all the suppressed feelings were coming up with a vengeance.

He held you tight, kissing your head and rubbing your back. “E-Eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to breathe a little. He shushed you softly, he wanted you to just let everything out and relax a bit. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, I got you. Let everything out, relax. We’ll stand here as long as we need to” he said and you sniffled, nuzzling into his chest and fully wrapping your arms around him now.

You hadn’t been hugged like this in years, literal years. Hell, you really hadn’t been hugged much at all, Adam made sure he was the only person in your life and that you had no one else to be with or run to except for him.

“You’re okay, y/n…I got you” he whispered soothingly, resting his chin on your head. You let out a shaky breath, whimpering softly. Someone knocked on the door and you pulled away slightly, looking up at Eddie.

“I’ll get it, why don’t you get comfy on the couch?” He said and you nodded, smiling a little. You curled up on the couch, taking a deep breath as you watched Eddie bring two plates over as well as the box of pizza. He left and came back again with two beers and you chuckled softly.

He stuck his hand out with a beer in it towards you and when you shook your head, making him confused. “What, you don’t drink anymore?” He asked and you looked down at your bump, then back at Eddie. He gasped and said “crap- I’m sorry. You can’t drink while you’re pregnant?” “Nope…” you said and he shook his head.

“And that’s why I thank god everyday that I am not a woman” he said, bring you a bottle of water instead. You chuckled and he gave you a slice of pizza, and pulled out one of your favorite movies to watch toget. (I can’t think of a movie Eddie would be into from the 80’s)

You slowly ate the slice, not wanting to get nauseous but also not wanting Eddie to know how little you eat, he would definitely lose his shit if he knew how bad things were. He handed you a second slice and you shook your head, already feeling like crap from trying to focus on not getting nauseous.

“Come on, you’re eating for two, eat another slice,” he said and you hesitantly took it, getting more nervous by the second. You tried to focus on the T.V but after two bites you couldn’t handle it and ran to the bathroom to throw everything up.

Eddie followed you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. “This is uhm…this normal, I think. Pregnant people they…they throw up a lot cause…cause they’re pregnant” he said, trying to figure out how to be comforting.

You groaned and said “ye- fuck- yes, that’s what- shit-” you just kept on throwing up, not able to get a single sentence out. He cringed slightly, but you didn’t see it and he wouldn’t have done it if you could, but it was a little gross.

You sat back, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet with your foot. He chuckled and handed you a little wad of toilet paper. You whimpered softly, placing a hand on your achy stomach. “What- what, do you have to throw up more?” He asked and you shook your head.

You sniffled and said “no, no I’m fine…I-I just…ugh I feel like shit now” You started tearing up, damn these fucking pregnancy hormones. You took a deep breath and said “do you have any extra toothbrushes laying around? Actually nevermind, I have one in my car”

“I’ll get it, I’ll be right back” he said and stood up, and sped off quickly. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet sob. This was not supposed to fucking happen. You had stopped trying to get away from Adam because you knew deep down that unless he killed you there was no getting away from him so there was nothing left to do other than give up.

That was until, you saw a corroded coffin poster and had to go, you had to at least get a glance at Eddie for the first time in years. You did and Adam decided to come home early which meant he found out and that was the night he got arrested. You hadn't told Eddie that, and you didn’t plan on it because you knew it would break him.

“here,” he said and handed you a toothbrush. You brushed your teeth and he left you alone again, and sat down in the living room. He felt so bad for you, he wanted to hold you forever and just keep whispering that it was gonna be okay until it was. He put the pizza away, at some point in highschool or throughout his life he’d also heard that smells make a pregnant person nauseous as well.

You came back, your face all red and slightly puffy again as you curled into the corner of the couch. “Do you uhm…do you have to eat again….or uhm, w-what-” he said and you sighed. You ran your hands through your hair and said “I’m fine, I don’t want to eat again, I just uhm…I’ll be fine, thanks”

“Ok…” he said and sat next to you again, continuing the movie. You knew he wanted to ask about we you’ve been, if you’re keeping it, he probably had a million questions to ask you.

“We can uhm…we can talk about it now if you want to” you said and he nodded. He played with his hands nervously and said “where uhm…where have you been?” “I was living in my car…it’s not the safest or the most comfortable but I need to spend as little money as I can” you said and he nodded, a little sad knowing you were living in your car this whole time when he would’ve gladly let you stay with him for the rest of your life.

You sighed shakily, trying to stay relaxed and calm. “Is the baby healthy?” He asked and you shrugged. You chuckled and said “I have no clue, I can’t afford an appointment, remember” He nodded, giving a sad smile knowing you were struggling so much.

You sniffled and said “I…uhm I’m gonna have to give the baby away. I’ll probably leave at a police station or something, but I’ll never be able to take care of them the way they deserves” “You have to give it up, or you want to? You can tell me if you don’t want it. But if you do, I want you to know that we will make this work. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, y/n, ever since we were kids you’ve always been eager to take care of your baby cousins and the neighbors kids. Being a mom is something you undoubtedly were made to do. I know these circumstances aren’t ideal and you’re allowed to not be ready and to not wanna have this baby. But do you?” He asked and you sniffled.

You wiped a stray tear away and said “I-I have to…” “y/n….” He said and a few tears rolled down your face. He scooted closer and grabbed one of your hands. He held it tight as he said “do you want to have the baby you are carrying right now? I’m not gonna judge you for what you choose, and I’ll support you and take care of you either way”

There was a few moments of silence, your sniffles and whimpers the only sounds in the room along with the faint noises of the movie you were supposed to be watching. You looked up at him again and nodded as you said “I-I want to keep it s-so bad…I- I-I do…but I just- I can’t afford it, esp-especially since I’m fucking jobless now. And this- this baby- I can’t force them into a life as shitty as this, they’re better off w-with someone e-else”

Your tears had increased now that you were really saying it out loud and Eddie’s heart broke. “Hey, hey don’t say that. You and I - we can do this. You can live here for the rest of your life if need be and I will help you raise your baby and I will be here for you in every way I can and I will be the very best fucking uncle on the planet” he said, making you laugh slightly.

You sniffled and said “do you-…d-do you really th-think this could work? I mean- I-I-” “hey, if it’s what you want we'll make it work, okay? I want you to be happy, I want you to be the mom you’ve always wanted to be” he said and you nodded weakly.

You closed your eyes, trying to stop more tears from coming as you said “I am…I-I’m gonna keep this baby. O-Oh god,” He smiled and you chuckled softly, him giving a soft, reassuring squeeze to your hand.

You yawned and he said “you tired? Come on, I’ll get you nice and comfy in the bed and I’ll take the couch” “what? No, Ed’s this is your house” you said and he sighed. He stood up and said “it’s your house too, it always has been whether you needed it or not. And, you’re pregnant so if anyone deserves the bed it’s you, you’re sleeping for two now so you need to be as comfy as possible”

You just chuckled quietly to yourself, following Eddie into his room. He made the bed for you, putting on fresh sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep on spilled beer and hot sauce all over the mattress. “Thank you, Eddie. For putting up with all this. I know I can…be a lot sometimes but you’ve always dealt with it, I couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend” you said and he smiled.

He turned on a fan and said “you’re not too much, y/n. I love taking care of you, I love seeing that pretty smile, it’s really not a problem” You gave him a soft smile, god you’d smiled more in the last hour and a half than you did in the last 3 years prior.

Yea, pregnancy still sucked after that. You found another job within two weeks and it paid decent considering you were now a waitress. Eddie had noticed your shrinking frame, besides the bump of course and hadn’t said anything yet, becuase he knew you couldn’t do anything about the morning sickness (morning sickness is a lie by the fucking way, and if you don’t think so tell that to y/n who woke up at 2am last night and damn near threw up all over the floor for no reason at all)

Anyways, you were supposed to meet the friend group today, after staying at Eddie’s for 3 weeks he’d had enough and insisted you had to, and you were really nervous. You kept feeling butterflies in your stomach, and they felt weirder than normal. Eddie had been so supportive, he’d bought every pregnancy book in sight and was helping you save for an appointment.

He would drive you to and from work, massage your feet for you after a long day and even try to help relieve any pressure in your back if you’d let him. He knew based off what he read that some women struggle to breathe as it is while being pregnant so when he realized that you were also squeezing your chest into a small bra he was adamant about getting you as many as he could afford so you weren’t uncomfortable.

He’d been dealing a lot, using it to go towards the appointment and buying you clothes, and stretch mark creams, and he’d even bought a few little onesies he saw that were too cute to leave behind. He loved every minute of it, he loved seeing you smile more and more everyday, because it meant you were getting better.

But still, you were still crazy nervous about meeting his friends. He talked about them all the time, and they sounded like good people but you hadn’t had good social interaction in a very long time. You two got in the car and he noticed how fidgety and tense you were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed shakily and said “nothing it’s just…I-I’m nervous, that’s all” “don’t be…they’re gonna love you, and they’ll be excited they are getting a new member to the group again in a few months” he said and smiled at you, making you blush slightly.

He learned a lot more about what Adam had done to you as the weeks went on. A lot of late nights, and a lot of tears were shed to get there but those mini therapy sessions had you smiling more and more everyday. It was still pretty rare, but sometimes you’d forget about Adam and life felt like pure bliss for a moment.

You fell asleep on the way to the house so Eddie just carried you inside, making everyone relax because they still had some time to think about what they were gonna say and do. With your permission, Eddie had told them the basics of your situation and some of them nearly cried when they heard it. They just wanted to make you feel okay, make you feel comfortable.

“Don’t stare like that. No exotic animal staring, we talked about this” Eddie said as he tucked you in, kissing your bump and leaving you be. They all fidgeted nervously, eventually sitting back down wherever Eddie sat on the floor in front of you.

They fell into comfortable conversation, stopping whenever you made any small groan or movement. Eddie just chuckled at how careful they were, he knew you were fine, just uncomfortable because of the pregnancy and you’d fall right back to sleep in no time.

“Eddie…” you groaned, flipping over so you were on your back as your eyes fluttered open, your hands gently rubbing the sleep from them. He turned to look at you and said “hey, sleepy head. Are you okay?” “Yea, yea just…mmh” you said and stretched. You winced, scratching the itchy skin on your bump due to the skin stretching so much so fast.

“You’re on Steve’s couch by the way. You fell asleep in the car, and everyone’s getting pretty antsy and wants to talk to you” he said and your eyes shot open, you sat up so fast your heart practically stopped for a second as pain surged through your lower back.

“Ow- fuck! Eddie- god damn it why didn’t you wake me up?” You said and pulled Eddie’s your shirt down. You groaned, smoothing your hair down and Eddie chuckled. “H-Hi?” You said and they all waved or quietly said hi

It was the day after Christmas, so there were still tons of lights and a huge tree, and all kinds of Christmas decor. You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails nervously. “Guys…come on, say something” Eddie said, putting his hand on your lap so you could play with his rings and calm down.

Dustin took a deep breath and said “sleep well?” You nodded cautiously, feeling those butterflies again. They felt so weird and awfully strong, it was like there were real butterflies in your stomach.

“So like…there’s a real baby in there? Like, actually?” Robin asked and you chuckled. You looked down at your stomach and said “I hope so. I didn’t swallow a watermelon seed not to long ago so we’ll see” Eddie smiled, he was glad to see you weren’t stumbling over your words or anything, you seemed comfortable and relaxed.

You sighed and said “so uhm…w-what are your names?” They all said their names quietly, which made you wonder if they thought you were really fragile or something. “That’s…a lot” you said and Eddie stood up, sitting on the couch next to you.

“So like, you and Eddie?” Steve asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. He scoffed and said “god no, Steve. And you will not even try anything because if I find out I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’re gonna be shitting your teeth out for a week. For fuck sake, she’s pregnant too, jsut cause she has a heartbeat doesn’t mean you have to date her”

You chuckled at the last part, but you’d be lying if you said that the way he said “god no, Steve” so fast didn’t hurt you. You’ve had a crush on him for years, and the hormones are probably making it stronger but you wished you were with Eddie everyday, and that when you gave birth in a few months you’d be holding Eddie’s left hand, both of your wedding rings shining as you brought your first kid into the world.

I mean, as of now you definitely weren’t ready for a relationship but they way he sounded so disgusted at the suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Ignore Steve, he’s a literal manwhore” Nancy said and you noticed Robin biting her lip as hard as she could trying not to laugh.

“Do you uh…know how to play D&D?” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head. You shrugged and said “kinda? I’ve played games with Eddie over the years but I don’t know how I’d be now”

“Do you like Kate Bush?” Max asked and you nodded, you didn’t go out of your way to listen to her but you didn’t mind her music. They eventually started asking a million questions and soon enough Dustin and Steve went out to get everyone burgers and fries.

“So…Christmas just passed and uhm…you’re our new friend so we all got you some gifts” El said as her, Mike, and Will all carried them out. Your eyes widened and Eddie raised his eyebrows, he didn’t know about that.

You tried to tell them it was okay and you didn’t need anything, Eddie had to promise unlimited massages for the rest of the pregnancy just so he felt like he wasn’t doing something wrong by not giving you anything for Christmas.

Mike bought diapers, El bought a little onesies with Waffles all over it that had a matching pair of socks and a beanie, Will bought a little stuffed bear, Robin bought a bunch of cute little neutral outfits since you weren’t sure if it was a boy or a girl yet, Nancy and Jonathan bought a whole ass stroller which is when you started crying, Max bought a little music player that was supposed to help babies sleep, and when Dustin and Steve got back Dustin got it a pack of pacifiers that has little monsters all over it and Steve got it a few swaddles and blankets

“I…hate you guys,” you said, wiping your tears away as everyone laughed. Eddie chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly. You sniffled and said “at least it’s stuff for the baby and I’ll actually be able to use it” “yea, Eddie said you don’t really do gifts but we figured we could spoil the baby instead” Dustin said and you smiled.

You ate the best fucking burger of your life and they all asked more questions about the pregnancy, and also about you. You got up to get yourself more water, and noticed you still felt those butterflies from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie said as he came in and noticed you looking down at your bump like something was off. You looked up and said “nothing just…I’ve been feeling butterflies all day but I’m not really nervous any more, at least I can’t really tell if I am so I don’t know why it’s still happening”

“Butterflies? Are you sure they aren’t kicks?” He asked and you shook your head. You drank some of your water and said “no, no it can’t be. This is my first baby, I’ll probably feel them in a couple weeks, it’s a little early for me to be feeling kicks and stuff”

“That’s for most women. Maybe you’re special. Maybe your baby is kicking and you're an idiot” he said and you smacked his arm playfully. You chuckled and felt the butterflies again, making you start to wonder.

You lifted your shirt, pressed against your stomach and noticed a faint little twitch in your bump, as well as that butterfly feeling again. “Oh my god- wait, Eddie I think you’re right. Look, look,” you said and grabbed his hand, pressing it to your bump.

“Woah…that’s weird,” he said and you chuckled. You showed him how you could kinda see it too and he was like “dude, that baby is totally kicking…Jesus Christ we have got to get you to an appointment” “we actually can…I thought we had to pay a lot but we actually have more than enough for the appointment. Almost the amount for 2” you said and he smiled, he was really freaking excited, his kid or no.

The gang found out about the kicks, and they flipped out too, Dustin thought it was pretty cool and Steve thought it was pretty freaky that there was a real human in there. You totally crashed on the way home, Eddie was beaming at the fact that you did so good today and you weren’t super anxious for the most part, and you bonded so well with everyone.

He was so happy that you could finally go to an appointment, he literally called the doctors all by himself that night and got you an appointment for tomorrow. You were so happy when he told you, you felt so happy that you had that kind of person in your life who cared so much for you and you were especially glad that it was Eddie.

The next day, you ran a few blood tests and stuff, and after quite a while Eddie was waiting in the room with you for the ultrasound. “You think we can find out what it is?” He asked and you shrugged. He played with the ends of your hair as he said “what do you think it’s gonna be?”

“I feel like it might be a boy. I don’t really care though, I just want this baby to be healthy” you said and he nodded. Eventually when the doctor came in, you heard the heartbeat and literally burst into tears. Eddie couldn’t help his laughs, but he did struggle not to cry at the heartbeat. He was attached to this little baby too, he couldn’t wait to meet it.

“Ok…it looks like we’ve got a baby girl on the way. Look at those kicks, baby is very active at the moment” the doctor said and you sniffled. Eddie knew it was coming, you began to cry even more at the news that you were having a daughter.

Everything was pretty okay, but there were definitely some concerns which Eddie was gonna do his best to handle. The morning sickness was supposed to go away a while ago, and the doctors even believed that the reason you were losing more weight than you gained was because of the prolonged morning sickness. They prescribed some pills and medications that would hopefully help with it, and Eddie really, really hoped it would. The doctor told you not to worry too much, but he did want you to really make sure you try hard to improve it because it could be a problem in the future.

The baby was healthy, a little small but not too small to the point where it was putting her at risk. Eddie was just glad to know your little one was okay, he knew it would’ve been epically stressful for you if the doctor had given you really bad news.

Eventually you started really getting along with the group. You were closer to Steve and Robin, but the younger members were super fascinated by the kicks and the wriggles of your little girl so you spent plenty of time with them.

They’d even massage your feet for you when you asked, which you couldn’t help but take advantage of sometimes. Oh my god, and don’t get me started on how much they fed you. Ever since Eddie told them about how the doctor recommended you eat a little more, they’d been shoving food down your throat non stop. Every time you hung out with one of them, you ended up eating till you were absolutely stuffed.

One of your favorite moments was when you, Eddie, and Dustin were walking around getting baby clothes and stuff. You found a place selling burgers and stuff and had been complaining about how you were starving the whole way there. You then attempted to order a small combo and Dustin and Eddie threw a fit. You wanted the small combo cause it cost less but thing 1 and thing 2 weren’t having it and you absolutely had to get a large combo.

It took a while for you to be okay with asking them for the things you craved. You didn’t necessarily enjoy asking for food, period, so it was really big for them when you started asking for food of any kind.

They took care of you well, always making sure you were okay and the baby was okay. Every minor inconvenience caused by the pregnancy was taken care of, but you surely wouldn't dare to complain. “Hey, why are you awake?” Steve said and you groaned. You sighed and said “she’s kicking…a lot”

“Yea? You didn’t drink a whole lot of water before you went to bed did you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Have any caffeine today?” He asked. Again, no. “No, my kid is just a brat. I’m fine, Steve, really. Go back to bed” you said and he sighed.

Some of you had hung out and slept over at Steve’s house, and you knew you’d come to regret later considering this baby was super active at night. “No, you’re not fine. You should be sleeping. Is there anything I can do for you to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

You rubbed over the spot she was really kicking at and said “nope. Go back to bed, she’ll get tired eventually” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He chugged a glass of water and said “if you aren’t up in time for work tomorrow I’m calling you in sick. No if, and’s, or but’s” You shook your head, acting scared as if that was a crazy punishment that would ruin your life.

The baby really liked Eddie, so sometimes he was stuck to your side all day long to keep her from kicking your ass. “Eds? Oh, please, please get over here” you said and he quickly ran to the bedroom in the trailer.

You sighed and said “please, just talk. If she hears your voice maybe she’ll stop” “oh- uhm…Hi, you know me. I hope so. I’m uh…uncle Eddie. I’ve been putting on all those super cool metal songs through the headphones for you to listen to. S-Start em’ young, you know?” He said and you groaned, grabbing his hands.

You placed them on your stomach where she wouldn’t stop kicking and took a deep breath, really hoping that she would just stop. She always kicks so much and nonstop, it’s honestly crazy. “Please…please….” You whimpered, you were trying to do laundry before this but the baby had a problem with that.

“I-I’m sorry” he said and was about to move away but you stopped him. You gasped and said “no wait, don't go…oh my god, oh my god you’re my savior” He chuckled, moving so he was more comfortable. He sat behind you, still keeping his hands on your bump and pulling you a little closer so you would rest against him and he could hold you.

You’d been getting closer with Eddie, when you first came to him you were terrified to be too close to him, let alone touch him. But now, a little side hug here and there felt okay. You really trusted him with your whole heart, which was big for him because he wanted you to have someone like that after Adam and for it to be him made him so freaking happy.

“You’re stuck here for the rest of your life” you declared, putting a hand over one of his as you smiled, feeling no harsh kicks from your little she-devil. Eddie chuckled, kissing your head. “How long was she at it for?” He asked and you sighed.

“I don’t remember really, but her kicks have been getting stronger and stronger the farther I get into this pregnancy and she was just trying to knock the wind out of me while I was doing laundry” you said and he sighed softly. You started folding up laundry and he said “glad I could be of service to you” “damn straight” you said and giggled.

However, things took a bit of a turn at the end of your 6th month of pregnancy. You started feeling weaker, and the meds weren’t working as well, and you got really dizzy sometimes. You didn’t want to freak Eddie out, so you didn’t tell him and hoped this was just some kind of fluke and it would pass.

But it didn’t, not at all. She kicked so much too, which kept you up night after night and you were finding it hard to sleep even if she wasn’t kicking up a storm. And it really became a problem when you were on your way to work and you passed out while driving.

yasss cliffhanger😝 (sike I just didn’t know how to end this and I was like “I need to do a second part this shit is getting too long omfg)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

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[fear-of-flyers]

enough to last a lifetime (part 1)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pregnancy, a little angst, swear words (if there's anything else please tell me!)

Shit. I’m only 19 and I definitely am not ready for a child. Oh my god Owen’s gonna kill me, he just got drafted and he has his whole career ahead of him, fuck I’m screwed. You know what, calm down. I haven’t even gotten a test yet, maybe I’m not pregnant and the fact that my period is 2 weeks late is just a fun coincidence! Yeah, that’s definitely it. Perfect.

These were the thoughts that ran through your head as you walked from your dorm to the campus CVS to buy a pregnancy test. And despite trying to see the best in things you knew that this wasn’t just some fun coincidence and that you are definitely pregnant. At least you knew who the dad was?

You had been dating Owen for almost 3 years, meeting in your junior year of high school after your family moved from Boston for your dad’s job. You were attached at the hip and neither of you could imagine life without the other. You surprised him with your acceptance to UMich, the both of you mentally preparing for at least 4 years of long-distance as you finished out your degree wherever you ended up. But, after touring the school with him you loved the campus, applying for their education program, and telling him the news after the last hockey game of his senior season. The point is, you couldn’t imagine life without him and were definitely nervous about his reaction if you did end up being pregnant.

When you finally got to the store you thanked the gods that it was empty and that you didn’t know the cashier. You walked right to the ‘family planning’ aisle and past the condoms you probably should have used (wrap it before you tap it besties), to look for the cheapest tests you could find. After grabbing those you get yourself a pint of Ben & Jerry’s (to cry into after Owen inevitably leaves) and head to the checkout. The cashier, thankfully, minds their own business and you are soon out and heading back to your dorm, hoping that you didn’t see anyone you knew.

Finally arriving back at your dorm you were grateful to have an attached bathroom, knowing you would rather die than take a pregnancy test in a communal restroom. Accepting your fate you lock yourself in the bathroom, knowing that your roommate had class for the next hour you couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was time to pee on a stick. You did just that, placing the test facedown on the counter and sliding down onto the floor as you set yourself a five-minute timer. With that done, you couldn’t avoid thinking about the situation you were in, panic rising at the thought of being pregnant and in college. Two minutes left on the timer and you were fully panicking, tears streaming down your face as you hyperventilated. On instinct you reached for your phone to call Owen, sobbing harder when you realized that that wasn’t an option.

Your next option was Luke, the two of you becoming super close as the year went on, and you called him praying that he would answer and wasn’t with the boys. “Y/n? Hey? Y/n are you there?” Luke said, picking up on the second ring. Calming your breathing down you answered “Yeah, I’m here. Can you come over please?” Clocking the fact that you were crying Luke quickly rushed to pack up his studying and asked “Are you okay? Should I call Owen? Should I call 911?” That made you laugh, reassuring your choice, and you took a minute to check the timer before answering. “Kind of, please no, and absolutely not.” You said before summarizing the current predicaments. “I think I’m pregnant and I’m taking a test and Owen is going to leave me and I just need someone here.” At that, the line went silent and your heart sunk. If Luke wasn’t gonna be able to help who would you have? You didn’t want to be alone right now and even that was falling through.

On the other end of the line, Luke finally realized that he fell silent and that even though he was literally outside of your dorm building you probably needed reassurance. “Shit, sorry I’m here. Like literally, and figuratively too. The point is I’m outside and you aren’t alone, or won’t be alone? Someone let me in I’m coming up I-” Your laughing suddenly cut off his rambling “I’m in the bathroom in my suite, please come right in. Oh! Grab the ice cream and two spoons on your way in.” You said, grateful for Luke making you laugh even if it wasn’t on purpose. “Okay, I’m outside your suite so I’m gonna hang up,” Luke says and you hear a door open and close followed by shuffling in the kitchen and footsteps before the bathroom door finally opened, the weight of silence settling in.

“Well? Are you?” Luke says, placing the ice cream on the floor before sliding to sit next to you. You shrug your shoulders, looking up at the test before saying “I wanted to wait until you got here. Can you look first please?” Luke nods, reaching for the test and turning himself a little bit away from you, ensuring that you wouldn’t see it before him. After looking at it he realized that he had no clue how to read a pregnancy test and grabbed the box, comparing the examples to your test. “Well, Y/n, there are definitely two lines,” Luke says, handing the test over and moving back next to you. As you look at the test and let reality sink in Luke reaches over to grab the ice cream certain that it’s the next move. That’s proven slightly wrong when you suddenly break out into a fresh round of tears. Luke puts the pint down, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his side.

This is the position you still find yourself in 45 minutes later, ice cream back in the freezer thanks to your roommate’s class ending early, the two of you half asleep. Having fully calmed down you unfolded yourself from Luke’s arms and declared it nap time. You hugged Luke goodbye and promised to tell Owen soon then cleaned up the bathroom (and hiding the test) before crawling into bed to sleep forever.

You finally woke up 8 hours later, at around 10 p.m., to banging on the door and your phone buzzing like crazy. “Y/n? Y/n are you in there? Luke said you were here. Are you okay?” You recognized the voice as Kent’s, wondering why Owen wasn’t there himself. “I’m here gimme a second. I’m fine Kent.” You yelled back, grabbing your phone and walking over to open your door. “Hey, sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?” You ask, swinging the door open and almost hitting Kent in the process. “Is everything okay? Yeah, I’m banging on your door and everything is just peachy.” Kent responds, rolling his eyes and barging into your room, plopping himself down onto your bed. “Check your phone Y/n.” You mumble “Kay,” unlocking your phone and deflating when you realize how many notifications you had from Owen. “Shit. We had a date didn't we?” You say, looking at Kent. He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘No shit idiot’ before letting you continue. “I should apologize, something came up and I had to cry for a while then I fell asleep. Do you think he’s mad?” Kent looks up at you like you’re insane. “No you idiot, he’s not mad just worried. He was looking forward to the date and this isn’t like you. Just talk to him. I can drive you over, just let me piss first.”

Processing, you nod and walk over to pull on your shoes and put on a hoodie. You move to sit on your phone but before you can settle Kent’s shout of “holy shit” startles you. That’s when you remember the full events of the afternoon and the pregnancy test in the drawer with your hand towels. You quickly stand and start running towards the bathroom when the door bursts open and Kent runs out, test in hand. “You’re fucking PREGNANT? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll quiet down but let me have my moment. When did you find out? Are you gonna tell Owen? Is Owen even the dad?” He rushes out, waving the test wildly. You snatch the test from him and put it in your purse before answering. “Yes I’m pregnant, I found out today, I am going to tell Owen and of course, he is the father.” Kent is still staring at you in shock so you push past him and open the door “Can we go now?”

Kent finally stopped freaking out enough to drive the two of you the 7 minutes to the apartment he and Owen shared, and it was your turn to panic as you turned the corner to the front door. You stopped suddenly, yet before you could open your mouth Kent pushed you toward’s the door and into the apartment. “O, I’m home and I brought you a present,” Kent yells into the space. Keeping you in front of him, Kent moves the two of you further through the entryway and into the kitchen. “I don’t want anything unless it’s Y/n. Leave me alone Kent.” At that Kent rolls his eyes (again) and pulls you into the living room, shoving you into Owen’s lap before walking towards his room shouting “Figure your shit out!” in your direction.

The slam of Kent’s door gave the two of you no excuse to sit in silence anymore so you pushed yourself off of Owen’s lap, pretending not to see the hurt that flashed over his face as you did so. “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry for missing dinner” The two of you spoke at the same time, chuckling in appreciation for the brake of tension. “You go first,” Owen said, reaching for your hand, unsure if you wanted the contact. You grabbed his hand fully before starting again. “I’m sorry for missing dinner. Something came up and I fell asleep and completely slept through my alarm. Is there anything I can do to make it up?” Owen sighed, grateful that you were okay and didn’t want to break up, and pulled you fully into his lap again before answering your question “I’m just glad you’re okay. There is one thing you can do though, spend the night?” You snuggled further into him, allowing yourself to ignore the looming issue before responding “Of course love.”

Sometime later the two of you were watching Tangled on the couch when Kent came out of his room. “Oh thank god the two of you made up, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle it if you hated each other,” Kent said, making himself comfortable on your other side. “We wouldn’t have hated each other,” Owen said, “It was just a simple miscommunication, no big deal.” You chuckled uncomfortably, “Yep, just miscommunication!” Kent stilled for a moment, your response helping him realize that Owen still didn’t know. Upon that realization he poked you, widening his eyes to question why you didn’t tell him. “It wasn’t the right time,” you said under your breath before turning back to the movie, silencing any response. “It wasn’t the right time” Kent mocks, turning to the movie himself.

Finally, the movie ended and the three of you decided to head to bed. “Night Kent, Y/n are you coming?” Owen said as he pulled himself off of the couch and headed to his room. “Yeah, just gimme a sec, I want to grab water.” You responded, turning to Kent because you knew he had questions. “So…” You said, letting the awkward silence take over. “So? What do you mean ‘so’? A miscommunication??? Y/n the child in your uterus is not a miscommunication, how dare you hurt the feelings of my future niece/nephew. Also, you have to tell him.” You get up to grab your water and respond to Kent’s series of questions. “Technically a miscommunication isn’t wrong when you only know what he knows. Also, the baby is barely alive it can’t hear you yet and I know I have to tell him. I will after the game tomorrow.” Turning off the lights in the living room Kent rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day, “Fine but you have to tell him. If you don’t by the end of the day tomorrow I will.” You go to protest before realizing that he isn’t being completely unreasonable. “Fine,” you relent, “Goodnight Kent.”

[casper-the-rose]

From across the room Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Part 2 is up! Here

Background: this takes place after season 4 (well what’s out currently anyway) and Vecna has been defeated. y/n is currently close friends with Robin and the others, when suddenly a new plague takes over the town. Teenagers and children around Hawkins have been in mysterious comas which turn their pupils and the whites in their eyes black, no one knows the cause.

Additional notes: I had writer's block while writing this and did not proofread so apologies in advance. Also I most likely will write a part 2, considering most of this is more of background and like story than the actual like lovey dovey part if that makes sense.

  Warnings: fem!reader, but they/them pronouns are used and no explicit mentions of the reader being female. This is my first time posting something like this on tumblr so constructed criticism is greatly appreciated

Reminder! My requests are open, I do Robin Buckley mainly, but I can also do Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson :)

   “ Wait wait wait, huh?” Robin says, obviously confused after you just ran into Mike Wheeler's basement out of breath stammering incoherent sentences. “ S-something happened, something bad.” You manage to get out in between wheezes. “ What bad? Wait, weren't you just with Nancy?” Mike says, panic rising in his voice. “ Yeah, that’s the problem.” 

   �� Steve drives Robin, Y/n, Mike, and Dustin, to Lovers Lake. “ Wait, so why didn’t you just call us on the walkies?” Steve says once everyone is out of the car. “ Oh wow Steve I totally didn’t think that it’s not like no one picked up.” You say, sarcasm in your voice. Steve glared at Dustin, “ Heh, sorry low battery.” Dustin muttered. 

     You sigh and walk over to Robin. “ Hey, are you okay? Like the weird coma thing didn’t get you too or anything, right? I mean I know you’re not in a coma now but we don’t know anything about this like that's why you and Nancy went over to see if the watergate was maybe still open but- god I’m rambling again aren’t I?” Robin says, and you chuckle. Even though you would never admit it, you love the way she rambles on. “ I’m fine, I promise.“ You reassure her. “ Okay, good. You’d tell me if you started showing any signs of rabies, Right?” You laugh and hug her. “ Of course.”

     Soon enough, you get close to the lake, where police tape is blocking off the rest of the path. “ You called the police?!” Mike almost yells. “ Be quiet! And of course I did, it’s not like I could carry her. And what, you wanted me to leave your sister in a boat alone in lovers lake or on the forest floor?” Mike sighs and you walk up to the police officer “ Hey um- I’m the one who called 911. Sorry after I panicked and got Nancy’s brother and friends.” You say, pointing to the group of people behind you. The officer sighs. “ We’ll interrogate you and your buddies later. Go run along now and uh, stay safe.” He says, dismissing everyone. Robin sighs. “ Well at least you tried?” She says, trying to be helpful. 

     “So what was the point of dragging us here?” Steve sighed. “ Follow me.” You demand more than suggested, going off the path and towards who knows where. “ Y/n's gonna get us all killed.” Dustin mutters. “ Yeah, that's what I like about them.” Robin chuckled, before chasing after you. “ Y/n! Y/n! Hey, wait up!” 

     After about 15 minutes of walking, you finally stop in front of a small pond that could probably only fit one  person at a time. “ Woah..” Robin said, peering into the pond. There was a strange red glow coming from the bottom. “Ha! Now what'd ya think of that!” You proudly declare. But there was no answer.

You turn around to find your not in the woods with Robin anymore. Instead, in your first period middle school classroom, seated next to Robin Buckley. You catch her staring at you, and she quickly looks away. But this Robin doesn’t look like your Robin. She's smaller, and her hair is longer. It takes a minute for you to realize this isn't your Robin After looking in the window behind you, you let out a sharp gasp. This is middle school you. You’ve somehow been transported years upon years into the past. “Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit jumpy.” Robin says with a chuckle. “ Y-yeah i'm fine.” You whisper. How the hell did I get here?

~Meanwhile~

“ Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Shit, shit shit! Please please wake up.” Robin begged as she shook you, tears streaming down her face. Your eyes were black, and your chest was slowly moving up and down. “Please  please please.” She whispered. 

[a-smr-things]

Underwater (Peter Parker x Reader)

T/w: Suicidal thoughts, trauma

Read at your own discretion.

This is my first time and I am still developing my fanfic style...so please do forgive any stupid errors on my part.

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If there was one person you hated in Midtown, it was him. Perfect hair, perfect grades and your academic rival, Peter Parker.

But like, seriously, even Flash didn't annoy you as much as Peter did.

And he just had to interrupt you while you were explaining your interpretation of the poem.

What the hell did he know about literature anyway? Science nerd.

It didn't help that both of you were the chairs of the student council.

"MJ," you yelled out as you ran after her.

"Y/n," MJ acknowledged you as she turned to face you, the wind blowing her hair all out of place.

"Do you have any idea where Peter is?" The exasperation was evident in your voice.

This would be the third meeting he had missed in a row. You didn't understand how the hell he had managed to disappear off to nowhere just before the meeting.

Either the guy knew apparition or he was in serious need of a smack to the head.

"Well, guess I will be alone this time as well," you mumbled to yourself as you walked towards the meeting room.

***

"Ow," Peter groaned as he walked away from the scene of crime.

Falling face first onto a garbage bin wasn't part of his bucket list but sometimes you get stuff you never asked for.

He swung over to the rooftop where he had left his backpack. His phone was buzzing off when he got to it.

16 missed calls from Y/n

"Why is she calling me?" He mumbled as he grabbed his backpack to go back home.

"Oh shit," he said when he realized, quickly changing lanes and swinging towards the school.

***

After school student council meetings are nothing to be excited about. It was pretty evident that Peter didn't like them. You weren't especially crazy about the meetings either.

After all, why would anyone want to sit in a room with some bored ass kids who just wanna go home?

As much as you hated Peter, having him in the meeting did take off some of the burden from you and you would rather he be present. But, no! The guy was apparently continuing his "Let me ditch on the meeting" ritual again.

"Y/n, did you bring the agenda for the segment about lack of sports equipment?" The representative of the football team asked you as you sat at the desk.

"Ah shit, of course Peter had to be in charge of it. Wait, let me go get it from his shelf." You said hurriedly, walking out of the door.

"Thank God Miss Martins asked us to put the files in her staffroom shelf, else I'd be doomed," you thought as you took the shortcut by the swimming pool to reach the staff room.

"Fuck." The tiles beside the swimming pool were slippery and you weren't being careful when it happened.

It was all so sudden.

Water rushed into your mouth and ears as you sank deeper into the pool.

Panic set in and you knew you had to save yourself but a cold yet somewhat warm and tingly numbness settled in your limbs.

Your heart ached and you felt as if someone was squeezing it. The sudden weightlessness mesmerised you.

Your joints felt like lead and your body felt like paper. Your face and chest hurt as you ran out of oxygen...but somehow, it felt good.

You couldn't feel anything but a sense of relief.

You didn't understand where this feeling of satiation was coming from, but it made you feel at ease.

You knew how to swim, but you didn't feel like saving yourself. As your body became oxygen deprived, your struggle increased as you flayed your arms aimlessly in the water.

But somehow you managed to stop yourself from trying to swim to the surface.

An addicting void filled your head as you slowly fell into unconsciousness.

***

Peter ran through the hallway trying to get to the meeting ASAP, cuz no matter how much he hated working with you, he was responsible.

Sure, he did forget about the previous two meetings but being a superhero was hard.

He ran towards the swimming pool corridor to take the shortcut to the meeting room.

He didn't expect his spidey senses to tingle when he passed the deep end of the pool.

He peered into the pool and saw a girl half-floating haphazardly near the floor of the pool.

Without leaving any time for hesitation, he jumped into the pool swimming in to grab the drowning girl.

It was only when he pulled her out of the pool that he saw her face.

"Y/n? Holy shit, Y/n? " He croaked out, rushing to check your breathing.

You weren't breathing.

Peter panicked and checked your pulse only to not feel one. After a moment of confusion and fear, he came back to his senses as he remembered the emergency drill they'd had the previous month.

"Five breaths, then a round of thirty chest compressions, then two breaths and repeat." Peter recited as he laid you on your back He had 911 on call as he started CPR.

He heard a sickening crack but had no other option but to continue. He alternated between thirty compressions and two oral resuscitations like he was taught.

"Wake up, Y/n. Please don't die," he cried as fear, panic and desperation filled his mind.

Her body was cold and her skin was shrivelled up from the water. She didn't look like the prim and proper Y/n he knew.

She looked dead.

Peter was overcome with incomparable relief when she opened her eyes wheezing for air. She wheezed for a while and stared at Peter, looking confused and disoriented.

"Y/n, are you okay? The ambulance is coming, don't worry. You will be fine," he said as he pushed you into the recovery position.

Your consciousness didn't last long. You were in pain and exhaustion.

Peter was on call with his homeroom teacher as you drifted in an out of consciousness.

The ambulance arrived just as Miss Martins reached Peter. She was horrified to see her model student lie unconscious on the wet tiles of the pool, her skin pale and her lips trembling from the cold.

***

You woke up in the hospital with an IV drip and an oxygen mask over your face.

You tried to get up, but the nurse was quick to stop you from doing so.

Soon, people were rushing into your room.

"Mom," you whispered under the mask.

"Baby," she was crying when she sat beside you.

"Wha-," your mom cut you off when you tried to speak.

"Don't strain yourself, you have pneumonia. Take it easy." Your head hurt and your legs ached.

Your throat felt like parchment paper with jelly on it.

"Phlegm and jelly? What a good comparison, Y/n," you thought to yourself.

Slowly, the gravity of the situation weighed in.

You felt like there was a stone in your chest when you remembered how you had let yourself drown.

You didn't try to swim up and save yourself. You had purposefully let yourself drown.

You didn't even know why.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you realised that you had almost killed yourself.

You remembered exactly how you felt underwater. You'd never had these thoughts before.

Why did you do that all of a sudden? Were you suicidal? How could you be? There was nothing wrong with you, you were perfectly fine...Why would you want to die?

The heart-rate monitor went off as you went into a full blown panic attack.

The nurse rushed in, calling for the on-call doctor as she checked your vitals.

Your eyes widened, tears flowing down your face. You wanted to scream but your throat felt like it was clogged shut.

Your hand clamped onto the doctors hand in panic as you fell onto your pillow in exhaustion.

***

"Run, run, run..." You chanted to yourself as you ran through the forest.

You had no idea how you reached there, but somehow you knew that you had to keep running.

You panted as you reached the edge of the forest only to see a huge expanse of rock and a gigantic rock wall in front of you.

You walked over the rocks, your legs shaking from exhaustion. The sun was shining onto you, some of the rays falling onto your eyes giving you a headache.

You fell onto your knees trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly the stone beneath you started rumbling and a loud sound filled the silent atmosphere.

You stood up, afraid and confused. And then it came.

Water rushed from top of the huge rock wall, falling right onto the stone you wear standing.

Your skin hurt, the force of the water bruising it up instantly. Suddenly, you weren't standing on the rock anymore.

The strong current of water swept you off your feet and pushed you along its course.

You tried your best to stay afloat but the current was too strong.

Water rushed around your ears and entered your nose as you struggled to breath.

The water threw your limp body around.

Crack

You woke up screaming, sweat covering your scrubs.

"Y/n, sweetheart, you okay?" Your mother barged in hearing your screams, followed by Peter and MJ.

Seeing Peter, you composed yourself and leant back against the pillow.

"It's nothing. Just a bad dream," You muttered under your breath.

"Honey, I'll wait outside. I have a phone call to make. Meanwhile, you just chat with Peter and Michelle, okay?" Your mom said as she left.

You took a sip out of your water bottle as MJ and Peter made themselves comfortable in the bystander seats.

Your throat still felt clogged up with phlegm, but at least you did not have a fever anymore.

"So, how are you feeling?" Peter spoke awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

"You scared us, Y/n. One minute you are going out to take a file and the next minute you are being wheeled into an ambo. " MJ said, trying to make her voice monotonous and nonchalant but failing miserably.

"Peter found you." She said, directing her gaze at Peter who was doing his best at avoiding your eye contact.

"I know," you replied, not bothering to look at Peter anymore.

"How did you fall?" Peter asked, still not making eye contact.

"I slipped. " You replied but your gaze was directed towards MJ.

"Thank God you're safe. You are taking swimming classes after this, when you recover, period." MJ says, concern leaking through her usually stone-cold behaviour.

"Anyways, Ned says he will be here soon, I'll go get him," Peter said looking up from his phone. As he stood up to leave, MJ beat him to it and said,

"You stay here with Y/n, I'll go get Ned."

What her intentions behind this were, you didn't know.

You just stared at your arms covered in the hospital bedsheets. A cough racked through your body as you hunched over.

You were surprised when Peter sat beside you and rubbed your back as your body was racked by the violent coughs.

"Here, drink it," Peter said handing you the water bottle. You leant back against your pillow, feeling weak and tired.

"So, how did you find me?" You whispered, straining your throat.

"I was taking a shortcut to the meeting room," He said, finally looking at you as he spoke.

"The whole school is talking," he states out of the blue.

"It's kind of a given with what happened. I don't care," you rasped out.

"Peter-," you began to speak but he cut you off.

"If you are going to say thank you, don't. It's not a big deal. Just don't run beside the pool in those shoes again."

" Well, I wasn't going to say thank you and yeah, of course I need you to tell me not to run beside the pool when all this shit has already happened." You retorted, annoyed at how Peter interrupted you.

"Wow, typical Y/n behaviour," Peter scoffed.

"Well, if this is how you are gonna behave towards me then you might as well have let me die," you weren't gonna give up either.

"Is that what you wanted to do? Die? Did you want to kill yourself?"

Damn, he really hit the nail on the head with that one. But you weren't gonna admit to it. After all, it was an accident in the first place.

"Yeah, sure. You run around searching for a file your partner was supposed to bring but then he is an asshole who ditched three meetings in a row and then when you slip and drown, which you wouldn't have had he came in the first place and then he has the audacity to act all therapist hero-" Your rant was cut off as you went into another coughing fit.

"Fuck, shit, shit, it hurts." You said, clutching your side, your eyes watering from the pain.

"I'll go call a nurse," Peter stood up, panic evident in his eyes.

Saving random people in the streets and saving someone you know, whether you like them or not, are two completely different things.

***

Water in your ears.

Water in your mouth.

Water all around you.

Crack. ******************************

A/n: Part 2 scheduled for next week.

[trixicbean]

🩹+12 meradd pretty please :)))

patching up a wound + “You did what?” + meddison (meradd)

Addison sprinted through the hospital. Mer 911 ER. That’s all she got. It was Meredith, it could be anything. She stuck her hand into bodies with a bomb, almost drowned in freezing Seattle water and constantly walked that terrifying line between life and death in an effort to give Addison a stress-induced heart attack. 

“What’s going on?” she yelled to Mark as soon as she had pushed her way through those ER doors. His arms restrained her from running and looking through the doors of the trauma room where she could hear Meredith’s yells and protests coming from. 

“Addie,” he held her back, “Take a breath,” he warned her. 

“My girlfriend is in that trauma room,” Addison tried to fight against him but he was so much stronger than her.

“It’s not that bad. There’s no way this could kill her,” Mark told her. 

“I don’t care,” Addison managed to push him out of the way as he let his guard down and ran into the trauma room. Meredith was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eye already turning black and swollen not to mention the cuts on her head and her cheek. She stopped speaking when she turned to look at Addison. 

“At least close the blinds,” she turned to the intern in the room. 

“Then get out,” Addison told him. He was the only one in there. Meredith had been working the ER and she suspected Mark way have been helping stitch her up before he saw Addison come in. 

“Cristina, Lexie and Alex were here but they had surgery,” Meredith explained as the intern scurried away, “I was fi- I am fine. I made them go,”.

“What happened?” Addison finally had her legs start working as she walked up to Meredith, her hand going instinctively to her girlfriend’s unscathed cheek. 

“A couple of patients got angry,” Meredith shrugged, “I got in between th-”. 

“You did what?” Addison interrupted her girlfriend. 

“One of them had signs of a raised ICP and was about to collapse. If he hit his head it would be worse. I needed to get him back in the bed. The worst of it is from where he fell forward on to me. I had turned to face the other guy so I got knocked face-first to the floor,” Meredith explained calmly. Addison heartbeat rose uncontrollably. Meredith couldn’t keep doing anything like this. 

“I’m fine,” Meredith leaned forward to press a kiss to Addison’s lips to try and calm her but she stopped a millimetre before she reached Addison’s lips and gasped in pain, clutching her ribs. 

“Mer,” Addison panicked, lifting up her girlfriend’s scrubs to reveal black and blue bruised ribs. She sprinted to the door, “Mark! Get an ultrasound,” she yelled out before she went back to Meredith. 

“It’s fine,” Meredith shook her head but Addison ignored her, pulling her girlfriend’s shirt off and pushing her onto the bed. “You know, It would be a lot more fun if this went another way,” Meredith quipped. 

“You couldn’t even kiss me,” Addison chastised her as Mark wheeled in with the ultrasound. Addison almost snatched it out of his hand, setting it up quickly, with the usual instructions to Meredith, on autopilot as she did. 

“Addie,” Meredith hand grabbed hers before she placed the ultrasound wand to her ribs, “Just breathe, please,” she sat up with a wince, bringing her face closer to Addison’s. “My heart and lungs are completely fine. Normally breath sounds and normal heart rate. It’s probably just a bruise,”. 

“Let me check, please?” she asked. 

“Fine,” Meredith leant back against the table as Addison checked it out. Meredith was right just a bruise, no breaks, nothing wrong with her heart. She cleaned up Meredith’s chest gently, ignoring her girlfriend’s smug smile before Meredith pulled back on her top. She went to go get Mark but Meredith stopped her. 

“You stitch me up. You won’t leave a scar either,” she smiled, pulling Addison closer again. 

“Mark’s the best,” Addison protested. 

“And you are my incredibly talented girlfriend who I would much rather stare at and listen to for an extended period time,” Meredith smiled brightly. Addison couldn’t say ‘no’. 

“Okay,” she smiled, standing next to her girlfriend’s and starting again where Mark had left off. 

[matan4il]

Thank you so much @agnesclementineblog and @bubblesandroses88 for the cute love tumblr chain asks! They made me smile. And for what it’s worth, I miss talking to both of you more. And also, your asks came just in time, when I was in need of some love, so extra thank you! xoxox I hope both you lovelies are having a great day!

And from the ever wonderful @lovingherwasgay, thank you for sending these to me, I enjoyed reading them and I hope I can answer them satisfyingly for you, my darling...

theory-dumping here sorry, but what if both Buck AND Maddie are adopted? but not by conventional means. what if they were the kids of a couple in the family who died, and the Buckleys had to take them in? But only maddie was old enough to remember, that's why buck "always thought you were sad too." And the Buckleys "weren't bad people, just bad parents" because they WEREN'T parents. AND maybe they were cold with them because they blame B/M for whatever accident killed their parents

I always try to speculate less. It’s because sometimes fans build such great theories, that when the show comes in with something good, but simpler, it can comes across as a disappointment, which is a shame. But of course with such a big secret, it’s impossible not to speculate. I think your theory is very possible and does explain a lot of things really well. I have my own theory that I think best connects the dots, especially in regards to Maddie and her reactions tying this to the desire to protect her unborn kid. But I’m trying to temper my expectations by not thinking about and discussing it too much. I’m glad we’ll find out in ep 404, a lot of shows wouldn’t have revealed the secret just one ep after introducing it, they would have tried to milk it by stretching out the guessing period and I’m glad 911 is not like that. We’re lucky.

sorry for the double ask, but in reference to your last anon and how eddie and marjan mirror buddie's first meeting: I think a clearer parallel is how he shows both of them pictures of chris!!! and for both of them, he makes an offhand "casual" comment about being a single parent. It's like twin scenes. / PLUS, the way Buck and TK compare calls, is exactly like he did with Eddie in 2x01. / They were both flirty with other people BUT basically flirting with each other while doing it lmao

Never apologize, send all the asks you feel like, my love! And I agree with you, IDK if you saw my 403 meta post, but I mention that parallel there, of how Buck and Marjan learn about Chris. Though it’s probably notable that Buck asks who Eddie is trying to reach and Eddie chooses to show him Chris’ pic, while with Marjan, Eddie doesn’t show her those pics specifically so much as she comes across them because they’re on Eddie’s IG, which she looks at because he follows her due to Buck having mentioned that he was following her IG account. Seriously, all Eddie roads lead back to Buck. IDK if I see Marjan as a version of Buck just because they’re both daredevils, Eddie is one at times too (remember his Spiderman routine in 214? Or how quickly he volunteers to go up into the inclined building in 202?) plus I think Buck is more overall similar to TK than to Marjan (which to me says something about why TK can read Buck so easily and figure out that Buck’s into guys as well). It’s an interesting idea that they were flirting with versions of each other, and does have some merit, but I think to me the overall arc tends to read more like what I mentioned here, that it’s built like a lot of rom coms where a couple is already together, so the rom com needs to have them have an argument, they go off their separate ways, flirt with others, but it only to serves to remind them that even when there are some awesome people out there, they want each other and no one else.