#I had appendicitis and it sucked

[leeafboy]

The strong urge to peel off my dressings and scratch my stitches is strong.

[bmpmp3]

I KNOW every person says this about every medium, art form, hobby, etc. ever, and always specifically about whatever time they get really really really into said hobby BUT i do genuinely think, at least from a software perspective, that we're probably on the cusp of some kind of vocal synth renaissance. the scene never died or even wavered, but with the sheer amount of new software coming out both paid and free, voicevox getting a singing update,stuff like OpenUtau making compatibility easier... i don't care for subscriptions so im only interested in their perpetual licenses but i will admit voisona's subscription model for voicebanks has a lot of benefits for those who just wanna use a voice maybe once or twice.... there are so many robots to make sing you guys. there are so many.

[wigglesforsquiggles]

haha no dont convince urself u have every illness ever and are therefore dying ur so sexy haha

[anarkhebringer]

I just fucking realized what I could do to celebrate my new mic when it arrives. I could record a new voicebank for Furude. Maybe I'll make it VCV this time...

[bad268]

Hi! Can I put in a request for Paul Aron x F1 driver! Y/N? It’s be cute for the reader to bring Paul around the paddock and make him say hi to everyone and vice versa!

Rookie Debuts (Paul Aron X Williams Driver! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I have so much fun with this <3 also, I love Logan, but I needed to give him appendicitis for this)

Warnings: mentions appendicitis (Logan Sargeant)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1751

Summary: The reader takes Paul on a chaotic walk through the paddock.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You didn’t know what was with drivers and their appendixes erupting recently, but you weren’t complaining as it gave you your Formula 1 debut. You have been a Williams Academy driver since 2021, and you were named their reserve driver while you competed in Formula 2. That means that when Logan’s appendix erupted just before the Hungarian Grand Prix, you were pulled up. It sucked a little because you liked racing against your friends and boyfriend, but you were never going to pass up an opportunity to race your favorite track in a Formula 1 car. 

Paul was more than happy for you! You were the same when he got his opportunity at the Formula E race in Berlin back in May, so it was only fair he was just as supportive. He said he would follow you around like a puppy all weekend (not like it was anything out of the ordinary). 

One thing that you made sure to do on media day was to talk to every driver, regardless of who they were. You did not want to be the new meat on the grid and have no insight. You had raced in Hungry before, but it was just different this time. Paul was busy doing his own media obligations, so you got a head start. You were put on a media panel with Max, Charles, Oscar, and Fernando, and you planned to use that to the fullest.

“Question for Y/n,” an interviewer broke your train of thought, “How do you feel stepping into Logan Sargeant’s car this weekend? How has the grid treated you so far? And is there anything you feel disadvantaged by?”

“I’m nervous but excited, so I can’t complain,” You chuckled. “The grid hasn’t really talked to me yet, but it was announced this morning that I was driving. I’m cutting them some slack right now. As for a disadvantage, I just think I’m not nearly as experienced as the rest of the drivers, and I haven’t trained as much. That’s all I can think of, but if any drivers want to give me some advice or anything,” you mockingly coughed, “it would be greatly appreciated.”

“Break slightly earlier going into turn six,” Fernando said quietly as he leaned toward you. “You’ll want to try braking later, but coming from experience, break earlier.”

“Also,” Oscar piped up, “Use heat on your neck before you train and ice it after. It loosens your neck and helps with recovery.”

“And this track you’ll need quick instincts, so brush up on those,” Max said.

“And don’t forget,” Charles interrupted before anyone else could add more, “This is your first race in a Formula 1 car. You’re not going to be perfect, so don’t be too hard on yourself. How many testing and free practice sessions have you been in?”

“Two testing sessions this year, and I haven’t had a free practice session yet,” You answered.

“See? So you’ve had very limited running in this car. No one is expecting you to be Michael Schumacher this weekend,” Charles laughed.

“Thanks, I’ll take all that into this race,” You chuckled as the panel finished up. Each of you got up and walked out together. Just as everyone was about to split off toward their respective garages you stopped them. “Really, thank you guys. I really appreciate everything you’re telling me.”

“Of course,” Oscar comforted as he gave you a side hug. “We were all rookies before, and we know that this track is probably not the best one to be starting on.”

“Yeah, and if you need any more help or have questions, we’re here,” Charles added, giving you a hug too. Max sandwiched you between them as he also gave you a hug.

“What if I just want someone to talk to?” You asked. “Alex is always with James or George and I don’t know anyone in this paddock.”

“You know us,” Max said blankly. “Whenever we don’t have any race things to do, you’re always welcome in Red Bull.”

“Same for Ferrari.”

“And McLaren.”

“And Aston Martin. We also have Felipe this weekend.”

This weekend was off to a great start. You couldn’t complain. You tried your best to bounce between the F1 and F2 paddocks since you still wanted to cheer on Paul. You were a Paul Aron cheerleader first. Williams Formula 1 driver second.

It worked out well, so you were able to watch almost the entirety of Paul’s sessions before having to go get ready for your sessions. Thankfully though, your physical trainer has taken to helping you stretch somewhere where you could see and hear the race. They only made you head to the garage when you had to look over data and change before getting in the car. 

Then, Paul said he would be in your garage as soon as he finished his post-session obligations. After your first free practice session, he was waiting in the back of your garage by the time you came in. He was still in his race suit since he had to qualify later, but it was comforting to have him there backing you up.

It became a ritual that everyone in Williams came to look forward to seeing after every session. They found it adorable. Some called it young love while others said it was true love. Without fail, you would climb out of the car and immediately run into Paul’s open arms regardless of how the session went. 

When race day finally came, you had made an impact on the grid, showing exactly what you could do and why it was a good decision you were pulled up. Every practice session had you in the top 15, and you qualified eighth for the race itself. You and the team were proud, but no one was as proud as Paul.

The morning of the races, you went in early with Paul. You both wanted to support your friends in F3, but you also wanted to introduce Paul to all of your new friends. 

“Come on, Paul! We have time to say hi before going to see Dino and Gabriele before the feature race, but I wanna introduce you to my new friends!” You exclaimed as you dragged Paul by the hand through the paddocks.

“I’ve met Alex and James already,” Paul chuckled, following behind you blankly but became confused when you pulled him past the Williams hospitality. “Wait, where are we going?”

“To meet my new friends, duh!” You laughed as you continued until you saw Max and Liam talking outside of the Red Bull hospitality. “Max, Liam! Hi!”

“Hey, what’s up?” Max said as he turned to pull you and Paul into the conversation.

“Nothing much, just showing Paul around,” You giggled as you leaned into his side. Paul just stood frozen. “He’s a bit shy if you can’t tell.”

“We can tell. Are you ready for your first F1 race?” Liam chuckled as he returned your enthusiasm.

“As ready as I can be,” You answered honestly before looking over at Paul. “Well, I think I should take him somewhere to regain his sense of reality real quick. I’ll see you guys later!” You bid them goodbye as you pulled Paul over to an empty table. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t fan anyone, but you actually talked to Max Verstappen and he didn’t kill you?” Paul asked. You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, but it still made you laugh lightly. “What’s next? You’re gonna tell me you’re friends with Fernando Alonso?”

And as they say, speak of the devil, they will appear. Fernando, as if his ears were ringing, comes walking up to you two with Lance and Felipe.

“Hey, rookie,” Fernando teased as he took a seat in front of you. Lance took a seat next to him and Felipe leaned against the table. 

“Hey yourself rookie,” You chuckled, lifting your hand to fist bump him. “What are you three up to?”

“Walking around before sitting in a car for two hours,” Lance replied sarcastically.

“But you’re sitting,�� Paul pointed out, causing them to laugh.

“Look at that! Your boyfriend can come out of his shell! Max was just saying how awkward he was with him and Liam,” Felipe laughed.

“Ok, I gotta take this guy around to make him meet everyone now,” You said as you stood up and pulled Paul away. “I’ll see you on the track, minus Felipe.”

“Don’t rub it in!”

“I cannot believe I manifested Fernando Alonso to come over,” Paul said in disbelief as you two walked aimlessly between the hospitalities.

“I can’t believe you made a fool of yourself in front of two world champions already,” You teased. After being met with Paul planting his feet and pouting, you turned and placed a short kiss to his lips. “I love you anyway, but you’re my fool.”

“I’m a fool for you,” Paul whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours and pulled you into another kiss.

“Why must I be single?” A voice from behind you two said but it was immediately followed by an “oof”. You two pulled apart and looked back to see Oscar and Lando standing You assumed Lando said it and Oscar elbowed him in the stomach.

“That’s not something I can answer for you,” You chuckled as you approached them. “You guys ready?”

“I think the question is, are you? Any nerves yet?” Oscar asked. “This goes for both of you. Paul, I saw you’re leading the championship, so how’re you feeling?”

“Good, starting on pole, so I can’t complain,” Paul answered.

“I’m also pretty good. Hungaroring is my favorite track, so I’m just ready to have fun,” You added before hearing some commotion behind you. You turn to see a flurry of read running up behind you.

“There you are!” Charles said out of breath. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Why? We have like four hours?” You responded, looking at your watch in confusion before your eyes widened. “Shit!”

“What?” Paul asked.

“Paul!” Ollie shouted as he ran up to you. “Hitech had been looking for you everywhere! You need to be there for pre-race.”

“But F3 hasn’t started yet,” Paul answered confused.

“They’re on lap 18 of 22,” Ollie answered as he pulled your boyfriend away, pulling you in the chain as well. “I’ll make sure someone returns the Williams driver!”

“Or not! I’m starting ninth, and I’d like a free place!” Oscar shouted after you.

~~~~~

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[abbyromanoff]

hiii! can I request a yelena x reader smut? Maybe something like yelena was gonna assassinate r but decides to fuck her instead? lol

CHANGE OF PLANS

PAIRINGS: Yelena Belova x reader

WORD COUNT: 1052

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of murder, mentions of assassinations, aggressive!yelena, gun kink, degrading, blowjobs on gun lol, cunnilingus, boot humping, darkkkkk fic, threatening, sex on a rooftop, crying kink (kinda), think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Yelena watched with a grin as you continued your desperate humping against her boot just as she asked. The gun pointed at your temple was teasing, a reminder of what could happen if you didn’t comply. You weren’t planning to be in this position anytime soon, but your plans seemed to change the moment the woman tackled you onto the concrete.

Your best friend, Kate Bishop, was the main reason for this, at least that’s what Yelena claimed. She was looking for the woman and her partner but stumbled upon you. Her first thought was to ruin your chance at even trying, but she decided to give you a single chance. You begged her for mercy so effectively, she would have listened to the sounds for the rest of her short life if she could.

“Yele- f-fuck, I can’t take it anymore, Yelena. I’m gonna cum-“ You were interrupted by the sounds of her trigger finger clicking, sending you into a quick, frantic reaction as you instantly started to move faster.

“You cum, you die, Y/N.” The use of your full name made you gulp, you knew she wasn’t one to lie. She always kept her promises, and you weren’t going to be the first to change that. In all honesty, she had noticed you long ago while scoping out another target, but now that she was seeing you again she couldn’t let the opportunity go.

“I-I’m sorry, I won’t!” She chuckled dryly, your submission offering her a sense of arousal. She lowered the weapon, pressing the cold metal against your lips and forcing you to part them. She took advantage of this and forced it into your mouth, grinning as your eyes fluttered shut and your tongue maneuvered around the object continuously. You imagined it was her cock, the plastic inching further until she’d reach the back of your throat, effectively bruising the tissue.

“Look at you, sucking off the same gun I was gonna use to blow your tiny brains out. Mm, such a cute little slut.” You tried thanking her but she was faced with only gags and mumbles failing to leave.

“Such a nasty little girl, I bet you’re not even ashamed.” She started. “And I think that if Kate were to walk out here right now, you wouldn’t stop, would you?” Tears glossed over your eyes and explored the skin of your cheek and she smiled in response.

“Called it.” She eventually let you breathe as she removed the object from your mouth, only to unbutton her bottoms and force your head closer. Her pants dragged down along with her undergarments and you nearly came at the sight alone. Your tongue collided with her pulsing clit and you guessed your actions had been the cause of this. She wasn’t nearly as bad as you, but you were going to make it so she was.

“F-fuck, that’s it.” Her hips thrusted slightly as she chased her appending orgasm. You kept your tongue still, letting her take control as you greedily drank her thirst. You continued a grind on her boot, you truly didn’t care how dirty it may be, you were just as dirty and disgusting.

“Don’t stop, whore. Keep going for me, just like t-that.” Her chest heaved as she bit her lip harshly, tasting blood seeping into her mouth and groaning at the metallic taste.

She seemed able to sense your slowness and finally found a part of her that was willing to let you off easy. She sighed gracefully, looking down at you as she fought the urge to smile. You looked so small compared to her, so weak under her gaze. She pulled your head back for a split moment, eyeing the line of spit that connected you to her weeping cunt.

“Here’s the deal: you’re going to make me cum, and then maybe I’ll consider letting you. Then, I’m gonna take you home and fuck the shit out of you. After that, we’ll never see each other again, and you’ll have no idea who I even was, deal?” You nodded desperately, although saddened by her ending. You didn’t want to leave her just yet, consider it selfish but you wanted to stay by her side, even if that meant the possibility of putting other's lives in danger.

“Good girl. Now make me cum, you slut.” You did as she asked and instantly started up again, taking only a few minutes before her juices flooded your sore mouth. Your jaw was aching to be shut and your tongue was begging to rest, but your body was fueled by the arousal she fed you.

“Oh, fuck! Mhm, y-yeah, fuckin’ cumming, baby.” Her Russian accent made the pit in your stomach tighten even further, and you were shocked you hadn’t broken her rule yet. If it wasn’t for the gun in her hand that you knew was fully loaded then maybe you would’ve.

“Let go,” She asserted. “Now!” The weapon was once again teasing your forehead, the cold material sending shivers throughout your weak body as your legs shook. You looked down, admiring the puddle that formed and the soaked shoe she wore. She chuckled hoarsely, grasping your chin and forcing you to return your gaze to her. Your pupils were blown out, your mouth parted, and your eyebrows furrowed as you whispered your gratefulness through chapped lips.

“Oh, you’re such a cute plaything.” She kept her promise that night, taking you home and fucking you until there was no breath left in your lungs. She brought you to your house to not expose her location, and you weren’t able to ponder on the fact that she knew your address without asking. Although, you guessed you were the first she broke her promise for, as she continued to stop by your apartment. She never gave you a warning when she’d arrive, she’d just knock on your door quietly and slam you into the wall when you opened it, kissing you with hunger before kicking it shut and taking you to the bedroom. There wasn’t a night that she stayed, always choosing to leave in the late nights when you slept. But you hoped that day would come soon enough, and you hoped that if you kept this up, she’d never go near your friends again.

[leclerc-s]

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he said, 'amor, i have a surprise for you.' i'm patiently waiting to see what it is. update: the surprise is just lando... again 🙄

penelope trevino quick, when someone says, 'i have surprise for you' what does one normally think?

rowan todd well, last time pierre told me that we got a dog, so a dog.

natalia ruiz a dog, charlie did the same thing.

zoya torres well he said 'we have a problem' and it was his parents, whom i was meeting for the first time ever.

mick schumacher considering i told freya 'i did a thing' and i had gotten angie, i'd think a dog.

daniel jones-ricciardo i got a cat the last time she said that.

daphne jones-ricciardo i got a heart attack because it was followed by the words 'i got in an accident'

penelope trevino I TOLD YOU TWO!!

lando norris but aren't i a nice surprise? penelope trevino you have a girlfriend, spend time with her for the love of god. bailey winters he just tells me to spend time with max and p so he can spend time with his boyfriend.

carlos sainz but amor, you love lando!

mae jones-verstappen praying carlos sainz lives to see another day.

isabella perez he may have survived appendicitis but he will not survive pissing off penny.

pato o'ward he's about to learn that you never piss off a mexican woman. dulce perez rip carlos sainz, you would've hated to see max win another gp

gael perez rip carlos sainz, oscar can finally let out a sigh of relief

oscar piastri why am i always getting involved in shit?

lewis hamilton does carlos hate oscar because lando loves oscar and carlos wishes that was him?

fernando alonso he wants that mclaren seat back sebastian vettel you two are the biggest instigators in this group chat. fernando alonso it's a talent

rhys jones it's like watching a tennis match but only one cares and the other doesn't

penelope trevino BACK TO MY PROBLEM PEOPLE!

lance stroll carlos has attachment issues and lando imprinted on him like a baby duck.

pierre gasly alternative: carlos and lando have been cheating on their girlfriends with each other.

bailey winters i hate that i can actually believe that. penelope trevino why is that actually believable?

carlos sainz we are not that bad.

zoya torres if trevor noah can make a joke about lando looking like more of a couple with his former teammate (carlos) than his own girlfriend (bailey) it's bad.

lando norris we may have a problem.

penelope trevino you think?

penelopetrevino and landonorris have posted new stories

he's crashing another date. i could probably hurt him. i may be smiling but i need a bottle of patron to get me through the day. she's going to kill me. mclaren you know who to blame when i mysteriously die

penelope trevino quick, say something so i won't kill lando.

rowan todd you'll go to jail?

penelope trevino not good enough

isabella perez jesus will never let you forget this.

penelope trevino we're getting there.

zoya torres you'll never be able to see little jewel again?

penelope trevino thank you for that reminder zoya.

bailey winters i can call his mom for you? that's what i tend to do when he pisses me off or i call ria and she reminds him that i wrote a heartbreaking album about him.

bailey winters and if none of that works i call max, who laughs in his face for hours on end.

daphne jones-ricciardo or you could talk to them, like normal people

penelope trevino you think i haven't tried that yet? it's impossible to get through to them daph!

dulce perez they're like his work parents, he needs them around 24/7

isabella perez personally, i wouldn't let this slide.

mae jones-verstappen throw him into the slammer!!

natalia ruiz all of you guys have third wheels that suck. i love my third wheel.

penelope trevino not all of us can have a joris natalia!

natalia ruiz at least it's lando and not like pierre, who would be an annoying third wheel.

rowan todd okay, that's my boyfriend nat.

natalia ruiz you cannot be publicly defending a man who makes 🐶 jokes or calls himself tripod

bailey winters EMBARRASSING!!

rowan todd your boyfriend would rather spend time third wheeling his best friend than spend time with you.

bailey winters

rowan todd never make fun of me again bailey.

mae jones-verstappen she was obviously starving

isabella perez somewhere on the coast.

rowan todd you two are comedians.

daphne jones-ricciardo i see now why this group chats is named what it is.

daphne jones-ricciardo you're all fucked in the head.

natalia ruiz daphne's never one to reply but she always roasts the shit out of us.

penelope trevino i'm just resigned to the fact that lando is never going anywhere.

penelope trevino he is my sea urchin.

daphne jones-ricciardo this is why lando always crashes your dates.

dulce perez it's an irrational fear daph!!

daphne jones-ricciardo NO THE FUCK IT ISN'T!!

zoya torres so many problems so little time to digest it all.

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penelopetrevino photo dump but half of it is me with a beer (my only company because carlos always ditches me for lando) and the other half is carlos with his true love (lando)

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landonorris i am his true love, glad to see you finally admitting it

↳ penelopetrevino go spend time with your own girlfriend. rowan's roasting her in the groupchat.

↳ pierregasly WHAT GROUP CHAT?

↳ isabellaperez ABORT MISSION!! THEY CAN'T KNOW!!

↳ alex_albon FAKE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!

user26 i would rather die than let this happen to me.

↳ user60 what makes you think penelope has a choice in the matter?

↳ user26 that's very true

user89 those texts from lando are foul!!

baileywinters i say we dump them and date each other instead.

↳ penelopetrevino now that's a good idea.

↳ landonorris hold up what?

↳ carlossainz55 no.

user02 and when these two get married is lando going to interrupt the wedding for shits and giggles?

↳ landonorris that's actually not a bad idea.

↳ penelopetrevino you pull that shit on my wedding day and i'll hurt you.

patriciooward personally i would run him over with my car but that's just me.

↳ landonorris STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!

baileywinters contrary to popular belief, we do actually spend time together.

↳ user57 i would've thrown hands if norizz was neglecting his relationship to crash carlos' dates

↳ landonorris why am i always getting threatened with violence?

↳ isabellaperez because you pull shit like this.

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[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

[6] You Get A Visitor in the ER

Summary: You're working overtime when you get a visit from an unexpected someone who makes your shift just a bit less excruciating.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!single mom!reader.

A/N (26/7/2024): this is edited but still kinda short so I may come back to it at some point and add some things ... second to last chapter yay!

Previous Part: James Takes Liam to School Next Part: Kindergarten Graduation Series Masterlist here

About two weeks ago, you woke up in the middle of the night to a hard thump from Liam’s room

You were in his doorway in a flash, of course, because what if he’s dying

And tbh you were kinda close

Turns out he fell out of his bed and the lower right side of his abdomen was hurting really bad

You figured out pretty quick that he probably had appendicitis, which is definitely not ideal

So one rather tense ambulance ride and night in the ER and OR later, you wheeled Liam out of the hospital in a wheelchair so he wouldn't mess up his stitches too much after literally getting an organ removed

You texted James to let him know what happened and that Liam would be staying hope from school for a week to recover

(James had managed to give you his number under the guise of offering to drive Liam to and from school in the future and although you haven't had to ask or even use his number at all, he still has you as one of his pinned contacts)

(Sirius and Remus make fun of him for it)

(Your contact photo is actually a photo of Liam where he's smiling really big while mixing cookie dough for your birthday, which was about three months ago)

As always, James was totally sympathetic and understanding and even dropped by your apartment after school with work for Laim so he wouldn't fall too far behind

You took the week off from work to watch Liam, of course

But you're paying for it now bc your CNO super sucks and isn't understanding at all when it comes to your kid

So now he has you working a fucking double to make up for your missed days

Two 12-hour shifts in a row, 6AM to 6AM

Not fucking fun, dude

(Your CNO is the absolute worst—this is the one that James is pretty sure violates labor laws pretty consistently)

He actually wanted you to do three doubles over the next two weeks but Poppy (not the CNO, but she’s been a nurse at this hospital for time immemorial) told him off, so you only have to do the one today

And at the very least, it’s in the ER

Which isn’t terrible

Definitely not as bad as med-surg

I mean yeah, it can be stressful but it’s nowhere near as bad as medical dramas make it out to be, and it’s pretty rewarding most of the time

It’s a Friday, so Tonks watched Liam in the morning and took him to school, where Ms. Hope picked him up and held onto him for a couple hours until it was time for Ron's sleepover, which she then dropped him off at

So he’s safe and taken care of

And it’s been a pretty quiet night tbh

There was a big car crash during rush hour in the morning but beyond that, nothing super crazy or out of the ordinary

So now you’re on triage duty with Poppy (which just means you and her are hanging out and talking while waiting for something—anything—to happen)

Lily, one of the administrative aides that checks people into the ER, finally pokes her head into the ER at half past ten at night, and it’s rather urgent

Apparently someone’s cut their had pretty badly

You lose a rapid-fire game of rock paper scissors against Poppy, so it’s you that goes to evaluate the patient

But when you enter the ER fast track, you’re really quite surprised

"James?"

To be fair, James is also quite surprised to see you, it's just that he's more smiley and pleased than distressed

He’s hovering near one of the beds and has what seems to be a kitchen towel wrapped around his palm, which you now see has been bleeding quite profusely

You’re at his side embarrassingly quickly and asking him standard questions as he stares at you with a rather glassy look on his face

What happened? Cut my hand while cooking. Can you feel your hand? Um, yeah, it … it hurts pretty bad. Can you tell if it’s still bleeding? I can’t really, no. Do you feel lightheaded at all? Mm, yeah, just … just a bit. Did someone drive you here? Yeah, um, Sirius did … they told him to wait in the lobby.

James is in shock, that much is clear

You ease him to take a seat on the bed and quickly grab a couple forms, which you fill out as you continue asking him questions

Poor boy gets really concerned when you make for the door to the ER proper but ofc you reassure him you’ll be back in a second

You ask Poppy to get Dr. Longbottom before quickly returning to James

And James—Sweet Summer Child James—he's just asking you what you’re doing here so late, if Liam is at Ms. Hope’s, just random questions that aren’t super related to one another

He’s super out of it but you entertain his thoughts and answer whatever questions come to his mind as you ensure that his kitchen towel is applying a decent enough amount of pressure

Alice shows up pretty quickly with a suture tray and asks you to clean James’ cut as she gets ready, which you readily do

You also let her know that James isn’t exactly all there, to which she smiles amusedly and says she can see that lmao

James is kinda confused at first when Alice tries to take away the towel around his hand, but you gently explain what's happening and he understands pretty quick

He looks down at his hand when you finally uncover the cut (it’s long but clean—easy to stitch right up) and poor boy gets a little too light headed at the sight of all the blood that’s covering his hands and the kitchen towel and your latex-gloved hands

James just about falls over onto your shoulder lmaooooo

He doesn’t quite pass out, just like a severe wave of lightheadedness

You quickly encourage him off of your shoulder and you and Alice manage to lay him down on the hospital bed just so he won’t fall off of it and hurt himself if he does decide to pass out

The cut is easy to clean despite how bloody it is, and you round the bed to James’ opposite side as Alice prepares to administer the anesthetic and sew James’ hand up

This entire time, James has just been following your around with his eyes

He’s never gotten to see you work before and it’s really quite interesting to him

And he loves that you’re taking care of him (Such Gentle! Yay!)

Alice asks you to keep James talking and distracted while she sews him up and you happily obliged

It’s kinda hard to keep James talking though because he just keeps asking you questions

By the time Alice is finished with James’ hand, you’ve told him about Liam’s recovery, your shift so far, and how shitty your CNO is for making you work a double

James is much more lucid by the time his stitches are finished which is great because he was sort of starting to worry you

But he’s pretty much all there now :)

He’s also disclosed to you that he cut his hand while trying to take the pit out of an avocado, which you find absolutely hilarious even though you couldn’t really laugh at your own patient

Alice leaves you to wrap James’ hand in protective gauze and give him post-op care instructions

And James is honestly thrilled that your shift has been a quiet one

Because he’s sure that if anyone beyond you two were in the fast track, they would have seen clear as day how he looked at you while you wrapped some soft gauze firmly around his palm

He’s lucky though because you’re tired after working for about sixteen hours with eight still to go, so you don’t really notice the look in his eyes

You give him the normal spiel—wash around the area of the stitches with soap and water not hydrogen peroxide, put vaseline over it, wrap in a non-stick bandage, the works

By the time you’re done, James is just kinda staring at you

You tack on at the end that he can always text you or drop by your apartment to make sure he’s taking care of them correctly

Sirius leaps up from his chair in the lobby when he sees James finally come out of the ER

He was lowkey super worried bc he knows James is the slightest bit squeamish around blood

But now he’s also like super confused bc James is looking at his newly bandaged hand like it had the best compliment ever written on the palm

It’s only on the car ride home that Sirius finally weasels it out of James

Apparently Liam’s mom was working in the ER and she was the one who bandaged up his hand for him after he got stitched up

And apparently, when James was complaining lightly that his palm still hurt right as he was about to leave, she brushed a light kiss against his palm and whispered something to him about how kisses make everything better

Sirius practically has to pick his jaw up off the floor as he and James walked into the latter’s apartment, where Remus had apparently finished their rather bloody attempt at guacamole

And then of course he made James explain what happened to Remus, who just laughs and shakes his head

James’ only regret is that he was too stunned to do anything except wave goodbye as you left

Next Part: Kindergarten Graduation

[ohtobeleah]

Lessons in Love & War // Bradley Bradshaw

-> A Terms of Endearment Blurb

Summary: On one of your first shifts back at work after the events of ToE. Odette is plagued with an illness that sends her to the emergency room with a very panicked Bradley Bradshaw.

Warnings: Fever. appendicitis. Relationship miscommunication, misguided anger. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x F!platonic!reader.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: Day Eighteen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Fever/Separated from loved ones. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Those were your days off. Tuesday and Thursday were the days that you bravely stepped outside your little bubble of peace and went back to work doing what you loved. No one in their right mind was about to stop you either, you could handle two full days at a time. Two days in one week was enough for you right now. Mav was in full support of you and Rooster sharing your full time hours. He went in to bat for you whenever the topic was brought up to the higher ups. He was your unofficial proxy. 

“Oh hi there Dotty girl.” You weren’t ready to send your little girl back to daycare yet either. So Odette spent her days with her favourite person besides you, her Tooster, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. “What's got you all sad?”

Bradley had been doing some work on his laptop–he was reading up on the signs, symptoms and possible characteristics of depression. You were just a little off at the moment, with good reason. You'd been through so much–more than anyone ever deserved to be put through.

“My tummy huwts Tooster–” Odette mumbled through tired eyes as she padded into the dinning room with her blanky, sucking her thumb. She had been feeling under the weather for a few days now, since Monday–It was now Thursday and she hadn’t started to get better in the slightest bit.  

“Oh sweet girl, come here.” Bradley cooed as he reached out for the little girl who had stolen his heart, he scooped her up under her armpits and sat her on his lap. The first thing Bradley noticed was the heat Odette had to her. “Holy crap, you're burning up baby girl.” He frowned as he placed the back of his hand to her forehead. “You've got a bit of a fever there.” It was worrying, especially since Odette had already had some children Tylenol not long before you left for work. How long had she had a fever for? 

“My tummy huwts–” She nearly sobbed as her little head lulled to the side, she placed her cheek against Rooter's chest to listen to his heartbeat. The kiss he planted on the top of her head as he rocked his knees back and forth to soothe your daughter told Odette that she was safe, that her Tooster would make her feel better. “Tooster–”

“I know baby, I know.” But the fact of the matter was Bradley didn't know. Sure he’d lay his life down on the line for Odette, but he really had no idea how to act when she was sick. It broke his heart to see the usually so energetic and full of life extension of you so down in the dumps and sick as a dog. She hadnt been her usual self for a few days and it was unnerving to say the very least. He did his best however, to keep a confident front up that he had this covered while you were gone. 

Bradley Bradshaw was confident and wise enough to take care of a sick three year old. How serious could a flu be? Or a tummy bug as you were pretty sure it was. 

“How about I make you some soup and we watch cartoons and hang out on the lounge for the rest of the day?” All Odette did in response was nod very tiredly. She hadn’t been sleeping through the night and the little sleep she was getting, was in between you and Rooster, where she felt safest and where you felt like she belonged right now. 

Odette didnt eat her soup, Bradley had tried to get her to have a few spoonfuls of the pureed pumpkin and sweet potato soup he’d heated over the stove but it was to no avail. Your little girl was not having a bar of it before the tears started. 

“Oh sweetheart, don't cry.” Bradley cooed as Odette snuggled as close as she could into her Tooster. 

“My Tummy huwts Tooster make it stowp.” Dot mumbled into Rooster's shirt, clinging to him for dear life as she climbed his torso and laid herself flat as she could on him. All Bradley did was try his best to soothe the clearly uncomfortable three year old he’d been left in charge of today. 

“How about we get you some more medicine to make you feel a little better?” It was the only thing he could really think of in the moment, Dot hadn’t been well sure, but this was a whole new level of unwell. “We’ll get a washcloth for your forehead too baby, that might help.” Bradley was starting to realise that he may or may not have been in over his head with this. He hadn’t gone through this before, he hadn’t ever had to worry so deeply about a child not being well before. He wanted so desperately to take Odette's pain away. He wanted so desperately to make her feel all better like you somehow always managed too. But this seemed more serious than just a cold or flu or random stomach ache. 

And when little three year old Odette Dolan (Bradshaw) started to scream, cry and throw up in the bath Bradley tried to run for her to help her feel better, he didn't know what to do. He knew it wasn't just her being scared of the bath, because she’d been really good in it as of late. The past few weeks she’d gone without a fuss so long as Tooster and you were in it with her. But right now, as Bradley rubbed small circles into her little back and watched as she dry heaved into the bow he held under her chin, he knew he had to take her to people who could actually make her feel better. 

“I think we need to take you to the hospital baby girl.” He sighed to himself, watching as her tears streamed down her puffy face. She hadnt eaten all day, hadnt cried this hard ever. She was in pain–Bradley could clearly see that. “Let's get you dressed and I'm gonna take you alright, see some doctors so that they can help.” Before Bradley could think about helping Odette out of the bath, she slumped into his hold, completely exhausted from crying and trying to throw up. Her fever had yet to break and she was burning up. “Okay, Okay–” That's when the panic really set in. “We’re going right now baby I've got you.” 

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“You know I’d ask what exactly it is that you’re doing—“ Jake made sure to make himself known as he entered your hanger. “But I’ve come to learn overtime that that question doesn’t always have such a good answer.” He didn’t want to scare you, he knew that coming back to work was what you needed in order to move on, get back into a normal routine and make an effort to keep yourself from completely falling apart. The day had almost passed you by and you’d only caught yourself thinking about Jaidyn Dolan like….seven hundred times. 

“I tried to call Roo at lunch to see how things are going at home but he hasn’t returned my call.” You replied while you sat at your workshop desk, working on a part Jake couldn’t quite pick. “Tell me everything’s fine, that we’re okay?” He knew what you meant, you didn’t need to elaborate or explain yourself. Jake knew, hell he knew because that very morning he’d woken Amilia up with his horrendous screams. He’d called out for Bob in the void of darkness. 

“Dots sick isn’t she?” Jake sighed as he stood behind you, watching carefully as you worked. He didn’t want to point out that you were tapping your leg up and down like a mad woman or mention that you were tensing your shoulders, so instead he bent over to kiss the top of your head and kept his hands firmly on your shoulders. “They’re fine Fe—if anything Bradshaws probably just spending his day off sleeping and watching Repunzel for the thirteenth time.” You couldn’t help but to smile at the thought. “Trust me, they’re good, we’re good, everyone’s good and accounted for.” 

“Thanks—“ It was like Jake had talked you down from some metaphorical ledge that you’d been standing on, ready to jump. Only you had been contemplating leaving work early to race home and make sure two of the most important people in your life are safe. “You’re right, he’s probably just sleeping with Dotty.” 

“I can almost guarantee it.” Jake replied. “Besides, you’re off soon enough, no need to stress when everything’s okay Fe.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Everything was not okay. Bradley Bradshaw had never been more freaked out in his entire life. He hated seeing Odette this way, so sick and visibly in pain. This had to be more than just a stomach ache, her fever hadn’t broken in hours, she wasn't keeping food or fluids down and she could barely keep her little head upright as he carried her into the emergency room of the Miramar Base Hospital. 

“Sir–?” The triage nurse was immediately on her feet when she saw Rooster through the little window. “Bring her right in.” Bradley did exactly that, he took the little girl who was burning up in his arms right into the triage room so that Odette could be assessed. “Who do we have here?” The nurse asked softly as she set up her station. 

“This is Odette, Uh–Dot, she prefers Dot.” Bradley cooed as he sat down on the empty chair with Odette still clinging to him. “She my daughter, well, kinda, I’m her mothers partner and I’m one of her medical proxies and emergency contacts.” Bradley felt like all eyes were on him as he explained his relationship to Odette. He wasn't her dad but he was the closest thing she had. “She's been sick for a few days, but today her fevers just skyrocketed and she's not keeping anything down.” 

“Is she throwing up?” The nurse asked as she placed little Odette's arm in a blood pressure monitor. “Any diarrhoea?” 

“She's been throwing up, but I haven't noticed any diarrhoea–” 

“And you said she's had a fever for a while?” 

“Yeah and today her stomachs been hurting pretty badly too.” The nurse could see the worry in Bradley Bradshaw's eyes. She knew enough in those few moments to know that he cared enough about this tiny human to bring her in for treatment. 

“Dot honey?” The nurse cooed as she looked at Odette and placed a tiny admission wristband on her wrist. “Can you point to what side your tummy’s been hurting on?” Odette, albeit slowly, pointed to her right side, just above her pelvis. The nurse sitting across from her immediately typed something onto the report she was writing up and turned back to face Bradley. “Okay Mr. Bradshaw, you can take Dot through to fast track, I'll have her admitted for an ultrasound but if I had to take a good guess here I'd say your little girl's appendix is acting up.” 

“That means surgery?” Bradley held the little girl who was everything to him a little tighter. The nurse nodded in confirmation. 

“You did the right thing bringing her in, we just need you to fill out these consent forms and we’ll take care of her.” The triage nurse could see on Odette file that Bradley was indeed an authorised person to give medical consent on Odette's behalf if you weren't able to. “But yes, she’ll need surgery if it is in fact her appendix, we don't want it to burst and by the looks of things if she's been sick for a few days it could very well be about to.” 

“Okay–” Bradley pressed his lips together in a fine line, he felt sick to his stomach, his little girl was in so much pain. “Okay, uh–let's go Dotty, I've got you baby.” But in all the fuss and worry and focus he’d forgotten one very vital thing. He’d forgotten to message you about what was going on, all his focus had been on Dot that he forgot to message you. Her Mother. 

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You hadn’t heard from Bradley all day. Usually he’d send you little updates, let you know when Odette had gone for a nap, if she’d eaten, if she was at  daycare when he picked her up and dropped her off. But today he’d been radio silent since around ten this morning. 

“Roo honey?” You were already on edge with the radio silence, but when you pulled into the driveway to see Bradley’s Bronco wasn’t there your heart immediately sunk into your stomach. “I'm home, you here?” Nothing. There was nothing but a still silence that flooded your home as you went in search for the man who had helped you out yourself back together again. 

“Rooster?” You nearly sobbed out as you walked down the hallway to the bathroom, at the sight of water in the tub you immediately broke out into a heartbroken cry. No. No, not your baby, not your little girl. “Bradley!!?” It felt like you were right there, watching your ex try to drown you baby girl in the bath when your phone rang. 

It was like the ringtone snapped you back into reality and all of a sudden the scene playing out before you was gone. It was just you again, staring at yourself in the mirror across the bathroom. When you looked down at your phone to see that it was just Jake and not Bradley, you cried a little harder and answered. 

“Told you everything would be o—hey woah? What’s the matter Fe why are you crying?” Jake had just picked Amilia up from Paybacks play to drive her to work when your sobbed rang through the truck. “Y/n?” 

“Roosters not here and I can’t find Dot.” Was all you had to say before Jake was pulling over on the side of the road before swinging around. Amilia slammed against the doorframe of the passenger’s side as he did so. 

“Righto, ease up turbo.” She hissed as a frown overtook her face. “And you have the nerve to call me a maniac on the road.” 

“Talk to me when you know your left and rights Oz.” Jake chuckled knowing that Amilia from time to time still had to really think about what side of the road to drive on. “Fe, try to breathe alright, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for why they aren’t home.” 

“He hasn’t been answering his phone all day Jake! He doesn’t do that!” You sobbed painfully as you slid down the wall of your hallway to hug your knees to your chest. “He doesn’t—he doesn’t do that, he doesn’t—“ Jake knew you were having a full on panic attack, he knew because he got them too. Amilia heard it in your voice, the way you tried to breathe through your words. “He left—he took her, I can’t breathe—“ 

“I’ll call Rooster.” Amilia quickly pulled her phone out to call Bradley, his name in her phone was the Chicken Man. “There’s gotta be a good reason he’d just vanish with Dot right?” 

“She’s sick.” Jake mumbled just loud enough for Amilia to hear. “Something could have happened but until we get ahold of him I don’t know what to do.” 

“Voicemail—“ Amilia didn’t wait for Jake to tell her to try again, she was on it before he even had a chance to blink. “Fucking dammit Bradshaw.” 

“We’re around the corner Fe, we’re on our way, just stay on the phone with me yeah?” Jake cooed as tears welled in his eyes, he hated this, hated hearing you so panicked. 

“Fuck! Voicemail again.” Amilia groaned as she tried for a third time to get ahold of the missing lieutenant. “Surely he’s not intentionally ignoring us right?” 

“No—“ Jake sighed frustratedly as he ran a hand across his face. “No somethings wrong, he’s distracted by something, he wouldn’t just go radio silent, not on Fe, me maybe, but not Fe.” 

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“Tooster.” She looked so tiny in the middle of the gurney. “My tummy huwts.” But Bradley knew as he walked with the surgical tray who was about to take your little girl in for emergent surgery that she was going to feel a hell of a lot better after. 

“I know baby I know.” Rooster cooed as leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your daughter's forehead. “But the doctors here are gonna make you feel all better.” When Odette spoke soon after, Bradley’s heart sunk into his arse. 

“I want mamma—“ Holy shit, he’d been so caught up making sure Odette got the care and help she needed, that he hadn’t even checked in with you. 

“Mammas gonna be here when you come out of surgery baby, I promise.” Bradley could feel the colour draining from his face as he watched your little girl nod. “And so is uncle Jake—“ Bradley knew he was about to be in the dog house. He should have rung. He should have kept you in the loop. He couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind right about now. 

As soon as the double doors closed, Bradley immediately pulled his phone out of his back pocket and couldn’t believe what he saw. An unknown amount of missed calls and texts from one Amilia Fisher explaining in great detail the way she was going to skin him alive for whatever it is that was keeping him from getting back to her. 

There were a handful of missed calls and text from you throughout the day, just checking in to see how Dot was going. 

And then there was one very important text, a singular message from none other than Jake Seresin that scared the shit out of Bradley. The overall calmness of it all, the time he read it in, the lack of urgency made it all the more worrying—because when Jake got calm? Bradley knew he was about five seconds away from blowing up. 

H_ngm_n: “You better have running shoes on man.”

“Fuck—“ Braldey pressed on Jake’s called ID to ring him as quick as he could. This wasn’t good, not at all. It only took three rings before Jake was answering. “I can explain!” 

“Where are you?” Was all Jake asked, again as calm as ever. 

“I’m at the hospital, Dots fever was skyrocketing so I brought her in, turns out she has appendicitis, she’s on her way into surgery.” It was the most rushed explanation Bradley could give as he ran his free hand through his hair and paced up and down the hall. “Is Y/n okay? Is she alright?”

“We’ll be there soon.” Was all Jake said before he hung up. Bradley felt like he couldn’t breathe, he knew he’d fucked up. He should have called you when he was heading over to the hospital and think back to it he knew he had left the bath water in the bath too. 

He’d fucked up, and he knew that you’d be a wreck too. 

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When you first saw Rooster sitting in the waiting room, your heart beat just a little faster. But although you loved him so deeply and so fiercely, his decision not to call you about what was going on had left you wondering if he understood just how important it was for you to know the whereabouts of your daughter right now. 

“Where is she?” You asked sternly. “Where’s my daughter?” Bradley could tell by the look in your eyes that you were pissed, but the love you had for Odette took priority. 

He sat in one of those plastic hospital waiting room chairs, dishevelled and worried that he’d crossed some invisible boundary. Bradley didn’t mean to keep you in the dark, it was never his intention. He was just so focused on Odette that he didn’t think of anything else. 

“She’s in surgery, they said someone would come give us an update as soon as she’s out.” Bradley explained as he stood from the chair he sat in and reached out to draw you into him. But you shrugged him off. “Y/n—“

“How am I the last person to find out my daughter has appendicitis?” You asked through a hiss. “Tell me Rooster how do you forget to tell the mother of the child you rushed to the emergency room that hey—we’re going to the hospital don’t freak out?” 

“I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Jake could tell that Bradley was sincere. “I was just so focused on Dot I didn’t stop to think, she was so upset, I just wanted her to be okay.” 

“Well she’s not alright is she!” It was just the fear talking, the fear taking over your critical thinking capabilities. “She’s in surgery getting her appendix removed and her mother wasn’t by her side to tell her everything would be alright because you—“ You shoved at Roosters chest, he didn’t budge. “Didn’t tell me what the hell was going on.” 

“Y/n, listen to me for a second alright sweetheart?” It was killing him, the idea that you were mad at him for doing whatever he could for Odette. 

“No—no don’t you dare sweetheart me right now Bradley, how could you not remember to ring me? Send me a fucking text?”

“Because I was looking after her! The little girl you left me to take care of! Her fever was getting out of control Fe!” It was one of the first fights the two of you had ever had. 

“She’s not your damn daughter Bradley!” You didn’t mean it, hell the words you spoke even shocked you and you could immediately tell that what you had said cut Bradley deep as his features softened In disappointment and frustration. “I’m her mother, and you should have called me when she was getting worse.” 

“Yeah—“ Bradley stiffened up as he looked over at Jake, he knew just how hurt you were by this mess but he never thought you’d throw Bradley’s ability to care for your little girl back in his face. “No yeah you’re totally right, I’m just gonna go, I’ll uh—I’ll just go back to my house and clean up the mess your daughter fucking makes all day because you’re too scared to send her back to daycare then.” 

It was your turn to be stunned. 

“Call me when she’s out, or don’t, I don’t care.” Bradley hissed as he walked past where you stood with his hands in his pockets and his tail between his legs. 

“I won’t!” You called back as you watched Bradley walk out of the front doors of the Miramar Base Hospital, wondering how the hell he was going to fix this god awful mess. 

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[avesblues2]

It's wild how under researched endometriosis is yet 1/8 women have it. This also isn't a period disease, it's an autoimmune disorder with symptoms that impact the menses but it impacts every system in the body. I had my appendix removed because it caused appendicitis and I had it all over my diaphragm, back nerves and bladder along with my bowels and all my reproductive organs. It causes chronic inflammation and has been shown to cause other diseases like celiac disease. Just sad how neglected women's health is and we are told to suck it up and our pain is normal.

[bellysoupset]

I feel like I’m obligated to ask about an appendicitis fic for Jonah considering he’s my favorite character and I quite enjoy appendicitis fics and would love nothing more that to read one about him!

Took me a while, but I got to it! Also included a recent ask from anon who requested "Jonah getting sick on the white rug that Leo hates". Enjoy!

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Leo was expecting a fancy restaurant when Jonah told him they'd be out celebrating him passing the bar exam, so it was much to his surprise when instead he was met by their little group of friends, in a dimly lit dance bar.

"I propose a toast," Lucas said across the table, raising his glass of coke. Him and Bell were the designated drivers for the night, but that didn't mean either of them were sulking. If anything, he was almost bursting with happiness, "to our big shot lawyer."

Leo's cheeks hurt with how hot his face felt and he raised his shot of tequila, "shut up, Luke-"

"Best lawyer in all of Maine," Jonah chorused in with a smile, clinking their glasses together and then they all said "to Leo!" and threw back the alcohol.

Leo grimaced with the bitter taste of tequila and reached for the limes sitting in the middle of their table, sucking on it and chuckling as he heard Jon cough and hiss as he swallowed the shot in one go. He turned around, pressing a zesty kiss on his lips and Jonah let out an unhappy noise, kissing him back.

The blonde pulled back with a huge smile, before he felt hands on his armpits, dragging him out of the bar booth and up on his feet.

"Hey!" Leo exclaimed, but he was too happy, too tipsy, and a chuckle forfeited any offense he attempted to explain. Vin squeezed his nape.

"C'mon, kid, we're going dancing," he declared and Leo giggled, unable to help blushing. He reached out, grabbing Jonah's wrist.

"You heard him," Leo smiled, pulling him up, "it's my night, we're going dancing."

The rest of the night was a blur. Leo remembered, vaguely, as they did two more round of shots. He remembered slipping and falling at one point and Vince pulling him up, but not letting go, instead Luke joining him in and then them both carrying him on their shoulders. He remembered Jonah dancing with him, pressed on his back during the slow, early 2000s, R&B songs and then Bella giggling, saying something like "you're such a mess" as she pushed him in the backseat of a car.

"You're so beautiful," Leo mumbled dizzily, reaching in to grab one of her auburn curls, that had slipped out of her dutch braids. She chuckled, batting his hands away.

"You're a cute drunk," she fixed his seatbelt, then Leo leaned back, the whole world twirling and little fireworks going off behind his closed lids. He knew the backseat door was still open, the cold breeze inside the car, Bella's voice talking with someone going in and out and then he heard the car door slamming shut.

Leo opened his eyes, confused, and then let out a pleased smile as he noticed Jon sitting on the back with him. He reached out, closing his eyes to avoid the carsickness and grabbed his boyfriend's wrist.

"Are you okay...?"

Whatever Jonah answered was completely lost on him, because the next thing Leo remembered was Bella unlocking his front door, stumbling with them inside the room and then falling on the bed because she didn't quite manage to unhook herself from both men quick enough.

Leo drunkenly chuckled as he watched her squirm and try to free herself like she was stuck in quicksand. He blinked lazily, then when he opened his eyes again, Bell was sitting at the edge of the bed, a hand on Jonah's back and saying "the bucket is right here, okay? Are you good?"

Next Leo woke up he felt much more sober. Not fully sober, but alert enough that he knew which way was up and that he needed to get out of last night's clothes and that Jon was missing from his spot.

Leo groaned as he got up and the world twirled around him, he sat there for a minute, waiting until the nauseating sensation passed and then stumbled into the bathroom, already stripping his shirt on the way there.

"Aw, Jon..." Leo chuckled a little, not exactly surprised, when he walked in the bathroom and found Jonah curled up near the toilet, "you're getting old, Dr. Banks."

"Uhmm..." Jonah seemed exhausted as he leaned in and spat again, "fuck off, Leo."

Leo opened a little amused smile at his hungover boyfriend, busying himself washing his face and brushing his teeth, then greedily drinking from the tap. The water sat on his tummy heavily and he pressed on it, until a relieving loud burp came up, smelling like tequila.

Jonah let out a scoff, "whatever happened to my polite boyfriend?"

"I'm too drunk for that," Leo shrugged, opening his pants and throwing them, alongside last night's shirt, inside the laundry basket that was under the sink, "come to bed, babe, I'm pretty sure you're wrung dry if you've been here all night."

"I don't feel done," Jonah groaned, an arm gingerly wrapped around his belly, the other one draped over the toilet as a makeshift cushion for his forehead, "my stomach hurts."

Leo crouched down, patting his arm, "let's get you out of these disgusting clothes, you sweat through your shirt."

He vaguely noticed how Jonah shivered violently as he peeled off the sticky shirt and undid his pants, but Leo blamed it on the fact their bathroom was pretty chilly at this early morning. He rubbed a hand up Jon's spine, fingers brushing on the little curls at the base of his nape and he pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "come to bed, Jon."

"I want to, I just..." Jonah leaned over the bowl, letting out another heave, that brought up nothing, "I don't wanna get sick in the bed."

"You're empty," Leo yawned, exhaustion catching up with him quickly, "you'll feel better after some sleep. C'mon-"

With some prodding, he managed to get Jonah standing up straight, or rather, just standing up, because he was still hunched over his tummy, walking back to the bed like an elderly man.

Leo followed him, noticing there was a bucket right next to Jon's side and it was empty. He let out a huff, of course Jonah had to take the hardest way, then fell back on the bed too, rolling on his side.

"Uhm..." Leo breathed out, eyes closed and smiling, "last night was great."

"Yeah?" Jon's voice was stranded and queasy, but still fond, "I'm glad you had fun, you deserved it."

Leo smiled even more, scooting closer so he could rest his cheek on his boyfriend's bicep and planted a kiss there, falling right back asleep.

Once more he woke up alone, with JD rushing inside the bedroom and climbing him like he was her own personal bed. Now the sun was high out and his hangover was in full swing. Leo let out a groan as their cat decided his neck was a perfectly good spot to sit on.

"No, stop, stop-" he grabbed her, planting her sitting on the mattress and sitting up. There was a drumming inside his head, the whole world seeming a little fuzzy around the edges, "go bother Jon. Where is he?" Leo grumbled, rubbing his face and sighing as JD meowed sadly and tried to climb his naked back. Her claws weren't big, but they were still claws.

It took him a second to situate himself and Leo finally got up from the bed, planting the kitten back on the ground and stumbling to the bathroom to get a shower. He felt disgusting, sweaty and hungover.

The lukewarm water helped clear up his head, although his stomach still felt a little queasy and his head was still throbbing bloody murder when he walked out of the bedroom.

Jonah was sitting on the couch, petting JD with one hand, the other one thrown over his eyes to block the light and Leo let out a chuckle.

"Morning," he smiled, rolling his eyes when JD glared in his direction and promptly turned around, offended she hadn't been allowed in the bathroom with him.

"Morning," Jonah grumbled. He had showered too and Leo wondered if he had even fallen back asleep.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast," he said, waltzing into the kitchen and opening the fridge, "did you take anything for that headache?"

"Uhmmm," was Jon's elaborate answer and Leo rolled his eyes, grabbing the carton of eggs, the butter and milk and planting them on the kitchen counter. He hummed under his breath, making scrambled eggs and orange juice, while Jonah groaned in the background.

"Here you go," Leo said, walking into the living room and handing Jonah a bowl and a glass, "you just need to eat something."

He sat down too, already halfway his own portion of the eggs and wolfing down. After the initial queasy bite, hunger had hit him like a ton of bricks and he was, in fact, eyeing Jonah's bowl in case he didn't want it.

"My stomach hurts," Jon said quietly, sitting up correctly on the couch and wrapping an arm around his belly, "it's burning."

"That's tequila for you, love," Leo shrugged, taking his boyfriend's glass and putting it on the coffee table before it spilled, "really, you just need to take a bite, it'll help-"

He barely finished that sentence, because Jonah suddenly heaved and bright yellow bile gushed up and splattered between his naked feet and all over the striking white rug he loved so much.

Leo cringed, putting down his fork, appetite gone. He crawled on the couch, planting a hand on Jon's trembling back and grabbing JD with the other one when she let out a meow and looked like she wanted to inspect the mess on the ground.

"Well," Leo said in a teasing, sympathetic manner, rubbing up and down, "I don't think the rug can recover from that. What a pity."

He expected Jonah to snap back at him, at least flip him off, but instead all he got as a response was a sob and his boyfriend gagging again, bringing up even more vomit.

Leo's good humor started to vanish seeing as Jon clearly wasn't feeling well, "hey... You're alright, baby, get it up..."

He didn't need to say anything else, as Jonah was still heaving, stomach hellbent on getting rid of anything that had been forced upon it. JD let out a meow and Leo fixed his grip around her little torso, making sure she wouldn't run away.

Jon was panting, struggling to breath in and Leo frowned as he heard a quiet sob. He moved even closer, leaning to get a good look at his boyfriend's face.

He was gray, yes, but also openly crying, face twisted in pain, drool coating all of his bottom lip, clinging to his chin.

"Hey," Leo touched his cheek and then hissed. He was burning up, "aw angel, this isn't a hangover... I think you caught a bu-"

"It hurts, Leo," Jonah shook his head, wincing, "it fucking hurts so much."

"Your head?" Leo gave up on holding JD back, worry giving him tunnel vision. He cupped Jonah's face, "Jon?"

"My stomach-" Jon gagged again, shivering violently, "it's fucking killing me..."

Leo glanced down, as if he was the doctor of the duo and could figure out what was wrong by simply looking at his boyfriend's belly. It was bloated, but that wasn't unusual after a night of partying.

"I... I don't-"

"Something isn't right," Jon rasped out, curling right back up and gagging even more. He coughed up even more bile and it was Jon's total disregard for the mess he was causing that had Leo terrified. Even when he had a vertigo episode, Jonah hated causing messes...

"I... We're going to the hospital," Leo decided, but his voice was shaky and hesitant, hoping for a negative on his boyfriend's part. His mind was made up when Jon didn't argue, "yeah, let's go to the hospital."

He only put on a shirt and flip flops, grabbing JD by the scruff and putting her inside the guest room, "sorry, sweetheart, we'll be right back," Leo whispered, kissing the top of his cat's head and grabbing Jonah a zip up hoodie, as well as his own flip flops and wallet.

"C'mon, baby-" Leo carefully wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's back, heart hammering as he noticed the heat rolling off of Jonah and how badly he was trembling, "put your arm around my shoulder."

Jonah was full on sobbing by the time Leo managed to get him inside the car, his own hands sweaty with panic as he watched his boyfriend collapse against the passenger door and rock back and forth.

It seemed he couldn't drive fast enough. Jon dry heaved a bunch in the drive there, forehead pressed to the dashboard, and completely ignoring it when Leo tried to get a seatbelt around him.

He had no idea what was going on, but Jonah's behavior was scary...

Leo pulled up in front of the hospital and didn't even attempt to get Jon to walk, instead jumping off and walking to the emergency doors, calling for help.

The rest was a blur. The nurses barely managed to get Jon out of the car and onto the stretcher, before he was throwing up again, trying to curl up in a little ball, despite the fact he was a tall man and barely balanced on the stretcher.

A nurse approached Leo to guide him to the waiting room, answering none of his desperate questions about his boyfriend's well being and then he was left alone and terrified.

Leo paced the waiting room, counting the minutes. If no doctor got there in ten minutes, he was going to cause a scene. Or call someone. Or cry. Or all three of those options.

He was still pacing, twenty minutes later, when a doctor came out, calling for "Jonah Banks".

"Appendicitis?" Leo echoed, dumbly, "no, it can't be- Isn't that something... Something that takes time? He was fine yesterday..." he seemed fine yesterday, Leo mentally corrected himself. He hadn't actually seen his boyfriend until evening, since he had been at the courthouse all day, taking the bar exams and then waiting for the results.

"The symptoms do, yes, generally last a couple days before they get as bad as what you witnessed, but it's possible he brushed it off-"

"Fucking hell, Jonah," Leo scoffed, cutting off the doctor, "and.. And he's gonna be fine? Can I see him? Where is he?"

"He's already being prepped for surgery. It's a routine surgery, but of course I can't say it's without its risks. It's still a surgery."

Leo stumbled back, nodding. He couldn't wrap his mind around this. The doctor offered him a sympathetic, awkward smile.

"If everything goes well, he should be sent up to the private room in a couple hours. I'll ask one of the nurses to take you there."

"Okay... Thank you," Leo mumbled, feeling numb. Goddammit Jonah.

He sat down on the waiting room, checked out, mind running circles around last night. Had he completely missed his boyfriend being sick? Or had Jonah hidden this?

It was just like Jon to hide it, because of the bar exam.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Leo whispered, tugging at the roots of his hair. His mind started to spiral, dark thoughts such as this is all your fault and Jonah is going to die taking over.

Leo clutched at his chest struggling to breathe and trying to ward off the horrible images and ideas rushing through his mind. He swallowed down the tears, but it was to no avail and soon he was fully shaking and crying, worrying eating at every little bit of him.

A hand cupped his face and then Leo was staring at Luke's green eyes, his friends' lips moving, but the blonde couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Jon- He... Surgery..." Leo managed to choke out and Luke shook him, rattling him like a toy.

"Hey," Lucas' voice slowly managed to make it through the fog, "please breathe, you're hyperventilating, Leo."

Leo sucked in air, coughing when it suddenly filled his lungs and had his head swimming, "Luke, they took him away and I don't know... I don't know if he's okay, I don't know anything..."

"It's okay, I got you," Lucas squeezed his shoulder, "it's just appendicitis, he'll be fine, I promise. It's a routine procedure, I know it looks scary, but he's going to be okay."

Leo let out a little sob, shaking his head, "he didn't look remotely okay, Luke..."

"I know," Lucas leaned in, pulling him into a hug, "are you alright?"

Leo shrugged, melting into the hug and only pulling back when it went on for too long, "I guess... I guess not, I don't know. I just want him to be fine so I can strangle him..."

His friend let out a snort and Leo opened a little smile, frowning, "how did you... Why are you here?"

"Uhm," Lucas blushed, "I'm Jon's emergency contact, they called me."

Leo's frown only deepened, "you are? I thought I was."

"Maybe both?" Luke shrugged, "I guess he thought I was the logical one to put down, since I know his medical records and stuff..."

Leo still felt vaguely offended, but he said nothing, "alright..." he leaned back, "I think he was sick already and didn't say anything because of my stupid exam."

"Your exam wasn't stupid," Lucas berated him lightly, "and I can't blame Jon, I wouldn't have said anything either if it was me. You'd have to wait six months before the next one..."

"Six months is nothing," Leo scoffed and Luke rolled his eyes.

"You're saying this now, because you're worried. Jon probably thought it was just a stomachache or a bug. That's what I thought when I had it."

"Oh yeah, you and him are the same brand of idiot, I forgot," Leo rolled his eyes, feeling a pang of guilt over Luke's offended face, "...Sorry."

"It's fine," Lucas sighed, sitting on the ground next to the armchair Leo was occupying, "do you need me to do anything?"

"No, just stay," Leo said quietly, wringing his hands, "I hate sitting here, I just wanna hear he's okay..."

"I know," Lucas jumped up, "c'mon, let's go outside. They're not gonna have any news for a while."

It took some more convincing, but eventually Luke managed to drag Leo outside, taking deep breaths himself. Leo cringed, he had forgotten how uncomfortable hospitals made Luke.

"You don't have to stay..."

"I want to stay..." Luke shook his head, pacing around the little winter garden. Leo rolled his eyes, poking his ribs.

"No, really. I locked JD in the guest room, could you keep her for the weekend?" Leo said, handing him his keys.

"Are you sure?" Luke pouted, still pacing around, "I can stay a bit longer, just until they move him to the room."

"Okay," Leo couldn't pass up the offer, he didn't want to be alone with his thoughts, "but then you have to go."

"Deal."

They sat outside for another thirty minutes, Lucas easily chatting Leo's ear off, a bottomless well of conversation starters and Leo couldn't be more thankful.

By the time they did walk back inside, he had finally stopped shaking like a small prey animal. A nurse that Leo knew he knew the name off, but couldn't remember, guided them to the room, saying Jon would be brought up in a few and Leo collapsed on the chair next to the bed, emotionally exhausted.

He watched Lucas pace around, face pale, cracking his knuckles absently minded.

"Was your mom in a hospital?" Leo asked, unable to tolerate the silence. Lucas jumped a little, then shook his head.

"No, she was- She was too proud for a hospital," he bit on his knuckle, "she had stay at home care, though we had quite a few trips to the hospital towards... Yeah- uhm. Yeah."

"So why are you traumatized with hospitals?" Leo frowned, rubbing his eyes, "I mean, no judgment, it's just not very intuitive."

Luke shrugged, "it didn't- It's not hospital trauma," he explained quietly, voice wavering, "it didn't start like that anyway. I was scared of the exams, because every time I thought of getting any type of check up, I thought of how mom found out the cancer and well..."

Leo nodded and Luke continued, "and then it just... Exams turned into being afraid of needles and then of doctors and then hospitals and it just became one big thing."

"Sounds like you need therapy," Leo said and Lucas let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Thanks Sherlock, let's hope BBC gives you your very own adaptation" he crossed his arms, just as the door opened and two nurses pulled in Jon's stretcher.

Jonah was still knocked out cold, but although he was grey and his lips were chapped, he still looked more healthy than Leo had last seen him. The blonde had to fight the urge to lunge over his boyfriend, knowing the nurses wouldn't appreciate it.

"The anesthesia should wear off soon," the older nurse told him, "as soon as he's up, please ring the bell."

Leo nodded, barely listening and studying Jonah, "I love him, but right now I wanna kill him," he said quietly and Lucas let out a surprised, loud cackle.

"Well yeah, welcome to every day of my life," he chuckled, leaning in and messing Leo's hair, "I'm going to go, but you can call me, alright? I'll be at your place grabbing the kitty cat."

"Okay..." Leo smiled, pulling the armchair closer and stroking Jon's cheek, "thanks Luke."

"No problem, kid," Lucas waved at him, quickly stepping out of the room and then Leo was alone and fighting the urge to shake Jon awake.

That damn idiot.

"When you wake up you're so getting yelled at," Leo scoffed, leaning in and planting a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.

TBC?

[seeingivy]

hiiii Ronnie!!

it’s your girl, Taylor as Gojo Anon, reaching out to check in on you.

How are you doing? 🤍🖤

hi sweet angel face!

(im cut tagging it because i accidentally procured a long response)

how are you my dear? things have been kind of up and down from me, which is why i haven't been so active. that makes me feel really sad, not because i necessarily feel obligated to write, but because i just want to!!! idk mental things and blocks have been all over the place. and i have so much fun thinking about ideas and such but sometimes i get in my head about writing about them or other stuff comes up.

my best friend's mom passed away two weeks ago, which kind of has turned things upside down. we were really close - her mom and mine are best friends, we all went on a cruise to mexico together (? idk its kind of like a fever dream but it makes me laugh now) and she was just someone i felt really really close to. i am so sad she's gone and i loved her so much.

school has started up and this actually happened during my first week of school so it kind of changed the tone. i'm a senior now but weirdly enough things feel so different. one of my best friends actually graduated and school feels different without her and i guess there's been internal stuff happening where my job and my research lab and everything just feels like it's drastically changed dynamic wise and it makes me wish it was still last year and i wasn't so old and i wasn't leaving.

i have so many ideas but don't know which ones to write! and i think about them so hard that i can't do them justice as one shots but i just don't know if anyone would read it if it was longer or if idk i would drop it after i felt like it wasn't good or anything. i hope to write something soon just for my own joy. (see: list of ideas below that I could write like 200k words of if I wanted to)

good old satoru gojo and y/n getting strapped with kids after an untimely passing. BUT they used to date. oh the sweet angst of living together but being responsible for two kids but getting close but one of you has a partner that kind of sucks and it kind of feels like you're a family but you can't really admit that you want to get back together bc. u know. family and all that and a lot at stake and obv angst of almost dying bc it's me and I would have to do that just for fun

satoru gojo (again? shocking I barely ever think or write for this man) but its like kind of like a royalty clan au? like arranged marriage but she literally don't gaf about gojo and sneaks around with a secret lover (that he knows about. and knows that is a snake) and then when things go wrong he's kind of like well I told you so but then they get close and kind of besties and she tells a maid or something that like omfg he doesn't even care about me like that he just feels bad and he overhears SO he has to obviously romance her. obviusly he has to like go to war or a fight or something where he almost dies becuase you know angst of almost dying its me and I would have to do that

I still think about dream girl everyday.

I also think about canary mate all the time too. I almost actually wrote some today but had to write a ghostwrite a deferral letter for my friend to delay her acceptance since her mom passed away

also bsfs older brother sukuna one shot of y/n getting sick or somethign or appendicitis bc u know bsfs older brother sukuna having a panic but in a sweet way

anyways I swear I think about writing and will write again sometime soon.

the good thing is that i'm applying to study abroad and that makes me really excited! it's one week in london and one in paris and they do the whole harry potter studio tour and where bridgerton was filmed and it makes me so excited to think about it.

anyways. thanks for asking. its sweet to know you still think of me even when i'm not active! i would send you asks all the time but you are an anon. but if u ever sneeze or something idk juts think its me sending u an ask like omg hi I love you.

[sapphim]

Thought I had a post already with all this information in it that I could link people to, but this seems not to be the case! So, resources for getting started modding DAO. (A lot of these will also help with DA2, due to the similarity of the engine and filetypes.)

Dragon Age modding discord - These days most modding conversation takes place on discord rather than forums, and this is the best way to get some helpful eyes on your project.

DA Toolset documentation wiki - Still a great resource. Always one of my first stops.

Fextralife forums - Back in the day, people were discussing modding right on Bioware's very own forums. Then Bioware deleted the whole kit and caboodle! Thanks, Bioware! Fortunately, fextralife backed up nearly the whole thing. Lots and lots of helpful threads here, if you can find them. As for finding them: the site search sucks. Append site:fextralife.com to your google query instead.

Other resources:

Lots of toolset video tutorials can be found with a quick youtube search

From woe to go, a lengthy pdf tutorial for the toolset

Nexus Mod forums, more for its archives than responsiveness (see: discord)

This post links to many modding tools, updated where possible after the BSN was wiped

This post links to several good starter tutorials, updated after the BSN was wiped

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Could I possibly request a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine where the reader is the current AEW women’s champion and he’s (obviouslyyyy) the TNT champion, they have a little family together. At some point in the chaos of the road life and taking care of her family, she ends up getting sick which takes a turn and ends up being appendicitis and she ends up having to have emergency surgery to have it removed?

Life On The Road

Word count: 1001

Summary: Life on the road was always stressful, what happened when a simple cold turned into something worse. After the readers match Wrestledream it turned out they had appendicitis and needed surgery. (Warnings Mention of Surgery, Injury and Vomit)

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Life on the road was always manageable until you introduced children into the picture. Christian and I spent years on the road together traveling all over the world winning championships. Four years ago I joined AEW, I was one of the first to get signed to the new company. Due to my legacy before joining AEW I knew I had a lot of weight on my shoulders. I attended all of the shows and helped train the new talent along with performing. It was exhausting at times but I had already been doing this for 15 years so I knew I could handle it. That was until Christian and I decided to have  a kid. Two years ago when the world was still in lockdown Christian and I decided to have a kid. Lots of our fellow wrestlers did too, none of us could travel for work so it was the perfect opportunity. Christian and I ended up having twins, a boy and a girl and during that time Christian finally joined AEW. Fast forward two years here we are, Christian was the TNT Champion and I was the AEW Women's Champion. We traveled all around the world with the twins. These past few months had been hectic, All In in London, All Out a week later and now Wrestledream. I must have caught something because all week I had been nothing but sick. I tried to blame it on the cold that's going around backstage and the stress but my period had been late for weeks. I didn’t want to think about being pregnant, Christian and I were on yet another peak of our careers and another kid would throw everything off. 

“Maybe you should go see a doctor” Christian said to me as he watched me doubled over in pain. “I’m fine, I told you it’s probably just stress” I told him in annoyance. I knew I should see a doctor but I didn’t want to know what was wrong with me. This was a bad habit that had followed me throughout my career. Back during my days in Japan I once wrestled two weeks with a concussion.  I knew I had a concussion but wouldn't go to a doctor because I knew they wouldn't clear me to compete. It worked until someone ratted me out. I knew if I didn’t get better soon Christian would do the same. 

“Y/n, are you sure you can even compete tonight?” Christian asked with a nervous look on his face. “Yes I’m fi-” Before I could even finish my sentence I could feel the vomit start to come up and I ran to the nearest garbage. Spilling whatever I had  in my stomach. I could feel Christian’s disapproving stare behind me. “Fine, I’ll see a doctor after my match” I told him in defeat. 

******

My match against Saraya had been going well until I ate a hip toss and felt a sharp pain in my side. I kept wrestling for a few more minutes before rolling outside of the ring clutching my side. The ringside doctor checked me out quickly and I could see the concern on the doctor's face. I was told I looked pale and to cut the match short. It sucked that we had to end the match 10 minutes earlier than we planned but shit happens and there is nothing you can do about it. I hit my finish on Saraya and it was over. I walked backstage championship in hand but I could tell something bad was about to happen. 

*****

I really wanted to stay until the end of the PPV to watch Christian’s match and the debut of Adam Copeland but the medical staff insisted that I go to the hospital immediately. One of my best friends Kris Statlander was kind enough to take me to the hospital. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of her, I promise” Kris told Christian. “I promise I will be there as soon as I can” Said Christian as I assured him I would be fine. 

Once we got to the hospital the doctors ran many tests trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. I felt like I was sitting there forever. Just then one of the doctors entered the waiting room. “Ms. Reso, would you like to come with me?” the doctor asked. Kris and I followed, entering a cold room. “It appears that you have appendicitis” That was the worst thing I could get right now. “Does this mean she needs surgery?” Kris asked the doctor “Yes, it’s a miracle it hasn’t ruptured yet. We would like to do emergency surgery as soon as possible” Surgery of any kind was scary but this is serious. I agreed to the surgery while Kris talked with Christian explaining the situation. 

****

A few hours later I woke up and was greeted by Kris sitting next to me. 

“Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” She asked as she came up to my bedside. 

“Hurting, where is Christian?” I askes Kris as I looked around the room, looking for Christian

“He’s talking on the phone with Tony, they said you will be out for 8-12 weeks. You got a pretty nasty scar dude, you have to be careful that you don’t tear the wound” I looked down and noticed the large bandages on my side. I could only imagine the scar. 

Just then Christian walked in the room. “Hey Honey, you're up. How are you feeling” Christian asked me as he placed a kiss to my forehead. 

“I could be better, they said I have to be out for a few months?” I asked 

“Yeah, under the circumstances it sucks but thankfully Tony is letting you keep the belt”

I didn’t even think about that. 

“Well don’t worry too much. That’s a problem for another day. You just get some rest alright , love.” Christian spoke, noticing my nerves 

“Thank you”

“I love you Y/n” 

“I love you too Christian”  

[astrosfaerydae]

Love is the Death of Peace of Mind || Chanlix

Chapter 25: I'm no Angel

[wc: 7.6k]

Summary:

Routine? What routine? Everything has been thrown off kilter by their overwhelming grief. They seem to become strangers in their own home but the world still turns regardless of whether they want it to or not. They seem to drift until Felix finally reaches out but he may have gotten more than he bargained for. (Even though he was technically begging for it)

Notes/Tags:

Uhmm so yes here's the porn tags for this chapter cause yea:

First time, blow jobs, anal sex, begging, crying, Felix is a menace as always, Chan is cheesy, unsafe sex(always use protection people!), heavily emphasized consent, Chan is careful possibly too careful

So sorry it took so long to get this out really I apologize 100%! But seriously I'm about to call Sam and Dean to figure out if there's been some curse or something around me cause I've had nothing but bad luck! Since I posted last my step dad passed and he for all intents and purposes was my real dad, a few days after my husband was hospitalized for 5 days for an impacted kidney stone and surgery to remove it, due to that we lost a whole paycheck and that sucked ass still catching up from that and then a few days later my grandpa had a stroke and my mother in law found out she had appendicitis and needed her appendix out. The cherry on top, all this stress has given me a stomach ulcer. Things have calmed down now obviously as I'm posting again so hopefully it stays that way. Soon fingers crossed things will be back to normal and I can knock out 7k in a night like I was doing towards the middle of December that was really nice lol. Thanks for listening to me babel and thanks for being here still and supporting my fic it really means a lot!

[Fic Masterlist]

[randomgooberness]

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OKAY.....SO NOW THAT MY WRITING POST APPARENTLY HAS 80K+ NOTES, MIGHT AS WELL POST THE COMIC OF THE SCENE THAT I USED AS AN EXAMPLE! 

This is Jack and Tower, they’re characters from a campaign me and my pals have been doing for over a year and a half- and it means a lot to me. Jack is my character, and he’s the mc of my webcomic, @killcount, which posts twice a week and is nearing its 5th anniversary in a few months. Tower belongs to @collabwithmyself, who is an AMAZING character writer and one of my best friends. I’m genuinely shocked over how this relationship came to be in the campaign itself- neither of us expected it but it’s currently one of my favorite things. 

Under the cut is a portion of the scene.

"Dude, I-I can walk, you don't have to--" Tower stammers in Jack’s grasp, being carried to the bathrooms of the hospital labeled Lemons Room, which the two of them had grown used to this past year.

Carrying the high of the fiery, victorious fight with the Ten of Pentacles, the ghost that had been haunting Jack’s mind for the past two months and torturing him inside out, he finds himself lighter than he had felt in a year- no…has he ever felt this good?

What happened with Tenpents would eventually settle in- the abuse he’d gone through with him living in his head would haunt him still, and he’d have to reheal from something like this yet again- as if what he went through as a child wasn’t enough. Torn open, over, and over again. 

But not tonight. All Jack knows is he feels full of butterflies as he sets Tower down.

“You have a bad head.” He smooches Towers temple.

Tower is as red as a tomato. Truthfully, their headache had considerably lessened the moment they weren't around so many people, but they're still tongue tied.

Jack laughs- tearing his eyes from his friends flusteredness. He doesn’t know why he did that, but it felt right. 

He looks in the mirror at his now shirtless form, and grimaces at the wound Tenpents had left behind- one that, his own blessing as he lit the room ablaze healed for the most part, but let behind a vivid mark.

“…ew.” He pokes at the new purple scar.

"...s'that where Tenpents got you?” Tower blinks towards Jack.

“…Yeah.” he grumbles. “…Hurt like a bitch. Went right where my appendix was when I was a kid.”

"Ugh, you had yours taken out too?" They stand up, considerably less wobbly than before. The solitude and the Advil are working wonders for their headache, thank God.

“Yeah! What, you get appendicitis as a kid?”

"Yeah, when I was eight. Sucked ass, but Jase let me borrow his DS while I was stuck in the hospital."

“That's nice.” Jack laughs a bit. “I didn't get that. My dad jus’ told Strangelove to yoink it out. Got my tonsils out the same day.”

"...what the fuck?" Tower blinks in bewilderment. "Don't you need it unless it blows up? And-- I thought you had to go to the dentist for tonsils?"

“Its good to have- but you don’t NEED it.” Jack shrugs. “Dads from the sixties where they yoinked it out if they cut you open. So he decided I didn’t need it either.”

"That's bullshit," he mumbles, awed. He approaches the sink beside Jack to wash his sweaty hands, and splashes his grimy face for good measure.

Jack laughs. “You can use the shower if you want.”

He takes a moment to drink out of his cupped hands - apparently a whole bottle of water wasn't enough for this guy!! - and nods. "Uh. Yeah. Okay. If you're cool with it."

“Yeah no I don't care.” Jack shrugs. “I might use it after. I just gotta hype myself up.” He plays with his long hair. “…this shit really is a mess when its out of the ponytail, huh?”

"You need help with that or anything?" they offer automatically. "Maybe we can cut it. Mine's getting pretty long too."

“…I don't think I’ve…ever actually cut my hair before.” Jack mutters. “…Closest I've gotten was…cutting random strands that annoyed me.”

"Huh. Well, I've never cut mine before either, always got taken to the barber." He rubs the back of his neck. "We'd probably make total messes of ourselves if we tried, huh..."

“…Yeah.” 

He looks in the mirror. 

…He’s tired of carrying all this weight with him- on his shoulders. He’s tired of it being a mess that he can never maintain, something easy for others to grab and take advantage of- even if he ties it up and keeps it close, they can always see. They can always tell. 

He vaguely remembers what Amaris told him about letting go. It…was so horrifying to him- he melted the freezer aisle in fear. 

But…he’s tired. He needs to let go. 

He takes out his first aid kit, digging out his scissors, and grabs a strand of hair. 

He angles it between the two blades, and takes a deep breath. 

He’s letting go. 

snip.

Tower takes a deep breath as the storm of Jack's emotions washes over him. But it solidifies into a burning resolve, and he hesitantly relaxes, content to simply watch Jack work.

The freckled man saws through his mane- cutting through it all with reckless abandon- cutting it onto a short bob, like how he had it as a child, and continues to cut higher.

The Tower watches as the storm brings everything down. The locks fall, and they watch them tumble like cinders from flames, like stones from a wall, like rain from the sky.

Justice, with blade in hand, cuts away the imbalances, settling the scales of his mind at last, forming an unruly crown to rule over himself as he always should have.

Change is here, painful and raw and right.

Once he’s finished, Jack stands there, staring at the mirror. 

Its…not the best. Actually, it kinda sucks. Its choppy and a buncha hairs are standing up and different lengths, but he has such a big grin. 

Its pride. Bare chest with no extra weight and letting go of hair that's grown far too long. He lets out a laugh, and looks to Tower, eyes sparkling.

His own eyes shine as he takes Jack in. Standing tall, the most at ease that Tower's ever seen him. Changed. Ready to change.

He's so proud of him.

God, he thinks he loves him.

"You... you look like a mess. In a good way."

Jack grins like a moron, lighting up. 

"Y-yeah?" His sharp teeth look less like weapons, more like crooked youth. God, Tower can feel it back.

Tower is literally lighting up, the glow returning to their markings, intensifying and fading with the pulse of their heart.

"You look... I-I guess you look more you. If that... makes sense."

"Y-yeah...I-I guess this...this is me." 

His voice is a delicate rasp, not out of fear, for once- so much excitement that his heart is pounding. He's here. He's real. 

Jack Wexler doesn't need to be a weapon, or a shield. 

Jack Wexler is allowed to love.

He stares at Tower.

When was the last time Tower felt like this? There's no envy to taint their heart, no possessiveness of something that doesn't belong to them. Just... the desire to see someone happy. To help them be happy.

Is this what love is supposed to be?

Jack places a hand on Towers cheek. 

They're both so fucking gross, standing in the gender neutral bathroom labeled Lemons, recently cut hair sprawled amongst the floor. Jack can still feel a film of old tears on his face and he still feels the slight hiccup-y feeling of a post-breakdown, but god this is the happiest he's been in weeks. 

He exhales, tracing his thumb down Towers chin.

They shut their eyes, feeling their skin buzz at the touch. For once, the circuit doesn't need to be forced - sparks jump back and forth between the two, carrying both their emotions with them. Happiness. Relief. Adoration.

After all they've gone through, even with whatever's coming next looming over the horizon, they can take solace for a moment in the eye of the storm.

Jack closes the gap between them, and their lips lock with one another. 

It's warm, and it's loving, and it's right.

He shudders, not unpleasantly. He doesn't know what to do, he's never kissed anyone before, but he rocks forward on the balls of his feet a little.

He smacks their foreheads together. 

"Sorry--!" Tower breaks away, flushed and sweating, and bursts into nervous laughter. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

Jack laughs a little, tilting his head back. 

"Yeah! Yeah! Your headbutts are nothing compared to the one Gage gave me earlier today." He snorts, leaning forward again.

"Pff-- what?" they giggle. "Sorry, I've never--" Oh, oh geez, here they go. This time they just shut their eyes and let Jack carry the kiss. They've learned a lot from him already, so... what's one more lesson?

Jack starts laughing, and leans in again. 

He kisses Tower. He's usually better at it drunk, but hey, at least it's better because the other party isn't better at it than him! 

...He gets too into it and one of the lightbulbs nearby explodes. They weren't even on.

Tower yelps, and then starts laughing all over again, pressing his head into Jack's shoulder. His face feels very hot. "Sorry!"

"It's okay!" Jack snorts. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay? Both of us. I can shower with my underwear on I don't care. You are not putting a shirt back on me, though. Just by the way."

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