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erodasfishtacos · 9 months ago

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Boredom & Blind Dates [pt I]

summary: yn is a good friend, who's willing to go on a blind date so that her friend can try to pull the man of her dreams. the new bigshot doctor at the hospital she's works. the dinner isnt as charming as she hoped

word count: 5k

warnings: angst

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Victoria was a friend that YN had made in college when they were both studying completely opposite majors but happened to be roomed in the same two-bed dorm.

They clicked instantly and just like their majors, they were also exact opposite in their personalities too but it somehow just meshed perfectly together.

Victoria was a social butterfly who did not have a fear of being the center of attention, going after whoever she wanted (and typically pulling them), and her confidence was impressive.

Despite how smart Victoria was, she had a tendency to come off a bit ditzy, and has been called an air-head more than twice in YN’s presence.

The boys in more prestigious majors like law and medicine usually didn’t find her carefree attitude as appealing.

While Tori snagged the frat boys, YN steered clear of them which worked because they had never once had a crush on the same man.

After graduation, it only made sense to move in together because Seattle was a ridiculously overpriced city but their job wages were competitive.

Victoria was a nurse, she worked on a surgery recovery wing, and complained about her job constantly because of the crabby patients and long hours.

YN worked behind a desk all day, very rarely having to interact with anyone but if she did - it was all virtual from home.

She was the head accountant for a social media marketing company which was a pretty high position for the few years of experience she had.

YN had always been serious, more mature for her age, and always excelled above everyone else in her grade.

It hadn’t been a surprise when she was valedictorian or made summa cum laude in her undergraduate and masters degree with ease.

YN didn’t party, didn’t love socializing out in clubs but would go when Victoria pressured her enough to do so, and it was fine.

YN had been so involved in establishing her career, creating a successful life, and making a name for herself that she didn’t have time for the things Victoria did.

Dating app hookups, one night stands from the bar, and casual flings that only lasted a few weeks was how Tori rolled.

Typically, at least once a month, she was bawling to YN about the latest dickhead who treated her like she was disposable but kept going for the same type.

YN had empathy to an extent, always uncorked the wine and half-listened to her rants about chivalry being dead while she was still thinking about an account she needed to work on because the deadline was coming up.

YN liked to think she lived vicariously through Victoria’s stories which worked for her because then she didn’t have to experience those things herself.

YN had been sitting on the couch, laptop balanced on the wide arm as she scrolled through work emails while catching up on her guilty pleasure reality show.

It was nearly ten at night but she was waiting for a reply from a customer with a time difference, work could sometimes be a whole day and night ordeal.

There was no question that YN was uptight, rarely - if ever relaxed, and did not have much time for anything other than what put a hefty sum in her bank account every two weeks.

Victoria tumbled through the front door in a way that is uniquely her - like a hurricane.

Her keys jingling, her water bottle bumping and sloshing water as she drops her purse on the floor unceremoniously with a chapstick rolling out.

She tosses all of her items in a messy pile on the ground with her bag, kicking off her tennis shoes, and nearly prances into the living room.

YN blinks over at her, the excitement of her arrival was a routine now, she no longer gets annoyed that her best friend makes an entrance like that each time.

“Babe, guess what,” Victoria squeals as she sits down right next to her on the couch, still in her magenta colored scrubs and her mascara smudged near her eyes.

“What?” YN replies as she mindlessly clicks refresh in her email, wishing for this message with the information she needs to appear.

“Our new Chief of Medicine started today! He was the head of neurology at another hospital. A literal brain surgeon which, of course I’ve met others but he’s like…the best of the best. They write news articles about him, his studies in medical journals, he’s a big deal,” Victoria is still excited as she nearly bounces in her spot, shaking YN’s laptop.

YN puts a hand up to make sure her computer doesn’t topple, still nonplussed as she looks at her friend, “What does this have to do with you? Is it just because he’s famous in the medical world?”

“No, he’s fucking gorgeous too. I didn’t think you were allowed to be as smart as he is while looking like he just walked off a runway during Paris Fashion Week,” Tori giggles as her cheeks go a bit pink, “He’s the hottest doctor I’ve ever seen.”

“Tori,” YN sighs, clicking her refresh again - nothing, “Again, what is this information leading to?”

“Well I bumped into him today, literally, in the hallway. We spoke briefly, he was polite but serious, and I felt like he was flirting with me. I feel like I have a chance with him,” Her roommate tells her, that same confidence present as ever that she can pull this big shot doctor.

“Good luck with that. I’m sure he’s married with kids,” YN replies somewhat dismissively, unamused that this is how her friend spends her time.

“Nope,” Tori quips back happily, “I googled him. He just made the New York Times list as one of the most eligible bachelors in medicine. Single as they come.”

“I thought you didn’t want to date someone who also worked in medicine,” YN reminds her, clicking refresh once again to no results.

“He’s the exception. If I could settle down with a fuckin neurosurgeon, chief medical officer like come on that would be my biggest achievement,” Victoria pulls out her cell phone, tapping across the screen.

And YN just…cannot relate.

YN only fell in love once.

Where she could fantasize about a life with that person, marriage, kids, a house but it was all fantasy as they were never official in that way.

It was crushed and YN made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t let herself dream like that again.

“Do you want to see a picture?” Victoria asks as she looks for an image to show.

As a stroke of luck, YN’s work phone starts buzzing, and it’s the client she was waiting for to email her, “I’m sure he’s as attractive as you say, Tor. I have to take this.”

Her friend mumbles something about her being in a relationship with work which is honestly not that far off at this point.

However, it gives her an excuse to lock herself in her office for a few hours to avoid the ideas of love, Victoria’s fantasy world, and think about nothing but numbers and percentages.

The next few weeks blend together for YN.

Every few days she actually catches up on her work.

Every few days Victoria recounts her very purposefully crafted run-ins with the chief medical officer to shoot her shot.

Victoria has always been forward, asking bluntly for what she wants but with such a seemingly intimidating man, she finally has met her match.

Her roommate deems the doctor as ‘playing hard to get’ but YN starts to wonder if she’s imagining the spark between them or if it’s truly there.

She talks about times where the doctor flat out ignores her in the hallway but brushes it off that he was extremely busy on a pressing issue.

But then there are times where he will pull her aside, gently by the wrist and ask her about how her day was going, and appear to be interested in her answers.

YN loved her friend but was wildly uninterested in these events, the only thing that kept her curiosity lingering was if she was actually going to snag the head of the biggest hospital in Seattle.

She doesn’t hear much for a week or two.

At least three months have passed since the doctor started.

And this finally appears to be a payoff when Victoria comes home with her usual hurricane routine of leaving a trail of her belongings as she comes through the front door.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Close your laptop and look at me!” Victoria announces dramatically as she rushes over to the couch, taking it upon herself to close the lid of YN’s work computer.

“Tori,” YN scolds with a grumble, she really didn’t appreciate it when her friend interrupted her work flow in the middle of her meticulously constructing a report.

“Hush,” She replies, brushing off her concerns, and patting YN’s thighs, “I need the absolute biggest, most massive favor from you ever. And I really need you to agree, I’ll owe you for eternity.”

This didn’t sound good.

YN blinks at her, expression still unamused as ever.

“Okay. I am going on a date with the chief,” Victoria squeals, high-pitched and loud, “But it’s a double-date, he was telling me he’s looking for a date for his friend. I offered you and he invited us all to dinner at The National.”

Fancy.

And YN tries to settle the itching annoyance at her friend offering her up without her approval but unfortunately it was a very Victoria-like thing to do.

Despite how uptight YN could be, she had a soft spot for her friend and would do anything within her to make her happy so instead of lecturing her about setting her up, YN agrees.

YN thinks about it as the days pass until the date, what’s stopping her from actually giving this a try?

The only information she received about her blind date was that he was also a doctor, orthopedics, and his name was Mitch.

YN dresses nicer than she had originally planned, in a form fitting black dress that shaped her chest phenomenally, making her smaller tits look full and lifted.

It also defined her backside well too, making it rounded and voluminous in a way that it normally didn’t look in her regular outfits.

YN hadn’t been with anyone in over a year, not even a casual hookup because she didn’t do those - she did commitment.

Maybe Mitch would be the one.

YN wasn’t one for magical thinking like her best friend but maybe this is what optimism was supposed to be like as opposed to her normal pessimist outlook.

Victoria dressed stunning as well, albeit a bit more revealing which was her go to, cut-outs along her ribs and the hem was nearly to her bum cheeks so she couldn’t bend over without revealing all of her bits and pieces.

YN was sure that the doctor she was pining after would take her home with her that night but she also knows Victoria is possibly looking at this to become serious.

It was all up in the air.

The National was a quiet restaurant, where business meetings were held and deals were made.

Everyone dressed in expensive outfits that made YN and Victoria’s seem a bit out of place but they blended in well enough.

Neither have been to the location before because it was reservation-only and you had to have enough of a name in Seattle to bother calling.

The fact that the chief was able to get them a table, at relatively short notice was flex in itself, showing off what clout he held in the community.

YN wasn’t impressed, per se, felt like it was a bit-show off but nevertheless it was a nice experience that she’d never likely have again after this night.

Victoria gives the hostess their name before they’re being guided towards the back of the restaurant, it lit dimly enough that it would be hard to see the menu.

As they arrive at the table, there’s two meticulous dressed men sit across from one another, both handsome in different ways.

However, one has a big smile and stands up whilst the other stays seated with a scowl that seems permanently etched on his face - light wrinkles to show for it.

The man who stands up reaches for YN’s hand, kissing the back of it, and introducing himself, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it all week, darling. I’m Mitch.”

“YN,” She replies even though he already knows, allowing the kiss and giving him a polite smile back as he pulls out her chair for her.

Victoria walks around the table, somewhat awkward as her date doesn’t get up or offer to move her chair out, only a curt, “Hello, Victoria. You look nice.”

“Thanks,” Tori blushes easily, YN has to refrain from rolling her eyes at the interaction, she always fell for the rudest, douchey men on Earth.

This doctor was no different as he says back in his chair, shoulders broad, and back straight, head held high as he watches Mitch help YN in her seat.

“Thank you,” YN brushes her fingers against Mitch’s shoulder as he sits down, making eye contact with her date once again.

He had these sincere brown eyes, a shy smile, and his long hair was pulled back into a ponytail as he nods at her.

Mitch wasn’t her type, though she wasn’t picky, and was willing to give anyone a chance - he just wouldn’t be someone she would pick herself.

Maybe that’s a good thing.

“What’s good here?” YN asks Mitch as she opens her menu, it was a small list of entrees, most that YN had only seen on cooking shows or never even heard of.

“I haven’t been here. Styles here is a regular but that’s because he’s the big name ‘round here, well according to London Times - everywhere,” Mitch teases as he glances up at his friend.

Styles doesn’t even lift his lip in a half-smile, his eyes dart to YN before his friend, “The Steelhead Trout is good as is the Filet Migon.”

YN’s eyes trace back over the menu, heart seizing a bit as the numbers next to the entree - realizing that was the price was a bit of shell shock.

She knew that Mitch would pay for her but she felt guilty about ordering something that was well over a hundred and fifty dollars when she would never pay that for dinner herself.

“I think I’ll just get the thai salmon,” YN replies as she glances over, it was the cheapest option, not by much but still.

“There’s peanuts in the sauce,” The doctor tells her as he glances up from his own menu to look at YN.

YN brow furrows at him, lips turning down, and about to say something when he adds, “Victoria informed me that you have a severe peanut allergy and to choose a restaurant that could prepare your food properly.”

YN blinks to process before looking over to Victoria, “Thanks, Tor.”

“I’d rather not see freshman year thanksgiving happen again,” Victoria jokes but there is some real concern there from such a traumatic incident.

YN had accidentally come into contact with some type of nut that sent her into an anaphylactic shock.

They couldn’t find her epipen for a good two minutes until they did and were able to administer her medication until she could make it to the hospital.

Victoria had anxiety about food in their house for ages, paranoid about her own contact with the allergen, and always made sure everyone was aware of YN’s condition.

“I’ll get the filet then,” YN sighs, giving up on picking a cheap option as she closes her menu, and the waiter pours a red wine into her glass.

YN was not in the mood to drink, preferring to sip on her water instead as Victoria and Mitch emptied their first glass quickly.

Victoria’s date sipped more sophisticatedly on his, swirling it like a proper snob before taking a minuscule sip as if he was savoring it.

Mitch seemed very interested in YN, asking multiple questions about her work and personal life, he put an arm around the back of her chair which YN didn’t necessarily mind as they spoke.

From what YN could see, Victoria was not having as much luck with her date as their conversation appeared strained, her friend was doing ninety percent of the talking, and Harry was nodding with an expression of boredom.

After the soup and salads arrive, Mitch and Harry start to chat about something going on with the hospital protocols.

Victoria tries to add in, he doesn’t acknowledge her but Mitch does instead after an uncomfortable pause of silence between them.

YN stays quiet, unable to add anything, and after a moment, Mitch huffs out a laugh, “Enough work talk, we’re excluding YN.”

Harry raises his eyebrow at her, “Need to be the center of attention?”

“Hey,” Mitch frowns, rubbing at YN’s shoulder, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I’m sorry if I just-“

“You’re fine,” YN waves her hand dismissively, giving her friend’s date a displeased glance that Harry returns the scowl just like he’d been doing all night.

Victoria is oblivious, as she tends to be, and is much too focused on keeping her date’s attention to worry about anything else.

“What do you do for work?” Harry asks her, randomly cutting off a story that Victoria was telling about a patient that eloped recently.

“I’m a head accountant for a social media marketing company. What about you?” YN returns the question with sickeningly sweet politeness.

She felt like Harry was a pompous prick, taking pride in his rankings, education, and had a better than attitude that YN really felt was unappealing.

To act like she didn’t know shit about him was the perfect way to irritate him apparently.

It works.

The way his teeth clench together as the wrinkle between his brow deepens further, he straightens his suit jacket before leaning forward to appear casual.

“I’m the Chief Medical Officer of The Hospital of Seattle, a neurosurgeon specializing in spinal cord injury as well as stroke and trauma, I own three outpatient medical practices, as well as instruct other neurosurgeons on new techniques and equipment,” Harry boasts, to be fair, it was extremely impressive.

There was no doubt that the man sitting across from her was extremely intelligent, she’s probably never been around anyone as smart as him but it didn’t excuse his attitude.

You can be intelligent and humble at the same time.

Apparently Doctor Styles did not get the memo.

“That’s nice,” YN replies as she takes a very small sip of wine, even though she was impressed, it didn’t reflect in her bored tone.

Harry scoffs, sitting back, and licking the front of his teeth.

His eyebrow was raised as he repeated in disbelief, “That’s nice? Nothing else, huh?”

Victoria’s eyes dart nervously between the two, she grips Harry’s bicep, “I think it’s the most impressive thing I’ve heard. Not to mention the medical journals you wrote for or the volunteer work.”

YN tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, tampering down a smile at getting a reaction out of her friend’s date, just as she had hoped.

“S’really not as impressive when the person needs to flaunt their accomplishments so extravagantly,” YN shrugs as she puts down her wine glass, nonchalant as ever, and acting as if she was being casual.

Tori delivers a kick to her shin underneath the table, along with a scolding look for her to drop the attitude with Harry because it was ruining their date.

YN pulls back because she did feel guilty at getting into it with this doctor who Tori was trying to pull and she wasn’t increasing the chances with the snide comments.

Harry is about to respond, his ringed fingers clenched on the table, and there were tattoos peeking out from the cuffs of his suit that were very undoctorlike, “You know what I think-?”

“Uhm,” Mitch coughs awkwardly to break up the tension that was getting thick and cloying between everyone at the table, “Victoria, where did you get your nursing degree from?”

The conversation breaks off, Victoria and Mitch start chatting as YN and Harry remain pretty much silent throughout the appetizers.

Victoria is forward, trying to touch her date when possible.

A brush of his hand here, a squeeze of his bulky bicep there.

Though Harry doesn’t shrug her off, he also doesn’t return the favor at all.

He is nearly statuesque, unmoving, and able to sit very still for long amounts of time.

Of course, maybe that is overly obvious because of how all over the place her friend was at all times, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes without needing to adjust the way she’s sitting or fiddle with something on the table.

YN wonders if this whole thing was set up for Mitch and Harry just settled for being on a date with Victoria to help his friend out.

The thought hurt her to think about because she wanted better for her friend.

YN enjoyed having a job that paid her well, more than most people her age were making but it didn’t define who she was.

Doctor Styles seemed to be his entire job as his personality.

How boring.

When Harry manages to get the topic back onto a work issue, YN cannot help but let out a yawn that she very half-heartedly tries to cover with her hand because she could only hear so much about a spinal surgery before she’s zoning out.

Victoria is hanging onto his every word, asking questions, and being overly interested in a lackluster story in his monotone, deep voice that could honestly lull her to sleep because of how bleak and morbid he sounded.

However, when she yawns, no one at the table notices but Harry.

His eyes have darted over to her a few times while he’s been talking, almost to gauge her level of interest, and when she yawns, he visibly huffs before continuing - his words a bit more harsh and a flutter of annoyance twisting into his cadence.

YN had neglected her date during this whole time, in full honesty.

Victoria and Mitch seemed to have a great conversation.

When YN talked to Mitch, he was nice enough and easy to have a conversation with but his boss across the table was distracting and apparently felt the need to constantly be the center of attention even though that’s what he called YN out for.

It’s rude, YN knows it is when she excuses herself to the bathroom mid-story, placing her napkin on the table before swinging her purse over her shoulder, and navigating into the dimly-lit restaurant towards the back.

YN goes into one of the many stalls, a larger bathroom, and sits down.

She didn’t have to go to the bathroom but she had just needed a break because…

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck?

YN would be crawling out the bathroom window if Victoria wasn’t with her.

YN hears the door open and she just knows it’s Victoria.

She is definitely going to give YN a piece of her mind for her attitude at the table and she really can’t blame her because she was not being on her best behavior admittedly.

When YN pushes open the stall, already starting her speech, “Tor, I know you’re probably pissed but -”

However, YN stops mid-setence when she sees that it was not Victoria standing across from her.

No, instead it was Harry, leaning back against the sinks with his arms crossed and a scowl worse than anything that he had displayed at the table across his face.

“Already dating again?” He asks unhappily, the slight crack of his deep drawl gives away the jealously laying behind those words, “That’s pretty fuckin’ rich, innit?”

“Don’t you dare,” YN hisses back, defensive and straightening up, “You don’t have any room to talk.”

“I have plenty,” Harry grits out, his gaze unwavering, his hand twitching like he wants to reach out, “You fucked everything up, not me.”

The awful thing is that YN wants him too.

“That’s not true,” YN murmurs softer, trying to keep the feisty edge in her voice but struggling.

The emotions that she was attempting to hold in at the table were much harder to bottle up when they were standing face-to-face like this.

“You like Mitch?” Harry ignores her rebuttal, his knuckles were white where they were gripping the kitchen sink, “Think he’s nice? Boyfriend material?”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” YN snaps back, finding her bravado a bit more.

“Come here,” Harry orders, voice quiet but sharp, demanding, and it sends a chill down her spine.

“Harry-” YN begins to argue but finds herself walking forward, her heart pounding hard enough that it hurts and her hands were shaking as she clung the strap of her purse as a lifeline as her heels clicked against the tile.

“C’mon, dove,” His voice is sweeter, more goading until she’s close enough to touch.

Her lips parted in nerves, excitement, dread.

His hand reaches out to curl around the nape of her neck, fingers lightly pressing into the sides of her throat and though it was gentle, it was possessive - rooted in the jealousy of what was going on tonight with their dates.

Harry brings her towards him by the hold he has on her, until her hands are laid on his chest, and he’s leaning down as he tilts her head up.

He brushes their lips together, once, twice, and on the third time, YN pulls back and takes a few steps away from him.

“You can’t just do that,” YN huffs, grabbing a tissue from the counter and dabbing at the corners of her eyes to prevent the tears from falling and ruining her makeup, “I’m on a date. You’re on a date. It isn’t fair to either of them.”

Harry laughs unhappily, shaking his head as pushes away from the sink, heading towards the door but before he leaves, he bites back, “I don’t think you have room to be talking about fair. You obviously don’t fuckin’ understand the concept of it. Pull yourself together before you come back out.”

YN knows it immature, proves his point but gives him the middle finger before going back to dabbing at her eyes - fuck, she wishes she didn’t cry around him.

She wondered if it was worth sneaking out the window and facing the wrath of her friend later.

ahhhhhhh.

let me know your thoughts. this was difficult to write but im glad it turned out how i wanted it too! what do you predict?

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defilerwyrm · 1 year ago

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I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

#phalloplasty #ftm #trans men #bottom surgery #trans matters #transphobia.#queerdom #medical transition #replies to things

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masa-yoshi-dan · 1 month ago

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Ensemble Stars!! x Pokemon || Stramaker Production

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fine

Eichi: Togekiss. Blissey. Clefairy Wataru: Togetic. Pidove. Meowscarada. Mime Jr. Tori: Togetic. Stufful. Teddiursa Yuzuru: Togetic. Indeedee. Minccino. Budew.

One of the Fine’s images are feathers. So I searched for elegant (white or ivory) flying-types. Decision for between Swanna and Altaria. Altaria felt more fitting with singing themes in it. But. It does not have feathers; its wings are clouds. But then I looked more and decided on Togekiss. It’s based on doves, snowy owls and angels. Also, it has the ability Serene grace. Y’know, like Angelic Grace.

Eichi did not have Pokemons until he got out of the hospital. Eichi has bad health, so I wanted to give him pokemon to help with this. Choice was between Blissey and Audino. Both are about health and partner for Nurse Joy. Even though Audino is more graceful and its mega evolution has some resemblance to angels. All its descriptions are about hearing. Blissey is all about health and care. Also, Blissey are rare, so a wealthy family would get one. Eichi has been compared to the constellation Orion, and it became a motif for FS1, so I wanted to give him a star-based pokemon. Staryu does not really fit him, so I decided on Clefairy.

Togekiss is the only white dove-based pokemon. Pidove, despite having “dove” in its name, is pigeon. But I have no other options. He does have multiple of them. For his theatrical side, I went with Mime Jr. and Meowscarada. Meowscarada is a talented magician. Mime jr. is more whimsical and looks more like a clown or a jester than Mr.Mime (and I just don't really like Mr.Mime).

Tori likes stuffed toys, so Stufful was an immediate choice. Also, it works perfectly with them both being cute but also pretty capable and talented. Tori has a brown Teddy Bear, so Teddiursa goes.

Yuzuru is a butler, so Indeedee was first thought. Yuzuru likes cleaning and tidying up, so Minccino was an opinion for this. Yuzuru picked up gardening and got Budew, which had not evolved yet.

Trickstar

Hokuto: Starmie. Staravia. Gallade. Subaru: Staryu. Growlithe. Murkrow. Luxio Makoto: Staryu. Porygon. Rotom. Mao: Staryu. Espeon. Lilligant (hisuian).

Trickstar’s symbols are trickster and stars. Closest to trickster in pokemon is ability “Prankster”, but no pokemon fits Trickstar. So the choice was among star-based pokemons. Staryu looked more fitting.

Staravia is a gift by Seiya who has Staraptor. Hidaka means “ice” and “hawk, falcon” and might be referenced to “The Nighthawk Star”. Staraptor line is based on predator birds (mostly hawks and falcons) and has “star” in all their names. Gallade is for Hokuto being “prince”. I wanted to give him Ceruledge instead due to Gallade being reserved for another unit, but it's so not prince-like.

Growlithe = Daikichi. The only shiba-inu-based pokemon is Okidogi, which is not only legendary but also evil. “It has body count” type of evil. So I had to look for other dog pokemons. Growlithe looks similar and friendly enough to work instead. Murkrow loves shiny objects, just like Subaru. Subaru hates dark places, so I gave him Luxio, which can luminate dark places (can learn move Flash) and has a star on its tail. Luxio is not a dog, so I could not use it as Daikichi. Subaru likes shiny things, so he can have a full shiny team.

Makoto is all about gaming and technology, so Porygon and Rotom both were a choice for different reasons each. Porygon is a virtual pokemon who lives in virtual reality. So it’s mostly just in PCs. Rotom can possess appliances and electronic devices. So Rotom can be helpful for him in various occasions, like going into computer, phone or camera, etc.

Mao was kind of hard for me to pick. There’s not much to pick from. Mao is sometimes described as a magician, so I decided to give him Espeon. It's psychic-type and pretty simple. Mao likes dancing, so I went with Hisuian Lilligant. The only other dancing pokemon is Meloetta, which is mythical.

RUYSEITAI

Chiaki: Minior. Blaziken. Vulpix Kanata: Minior. Frillish. Squirtel. Lanturn. Palafin. Tetora: Minior. Incineroar. Sawk Midori: Minior. Leafeon. Bulbasaur. Chikorita. Shinobu: Minior. Ninjask. Croagunk. Greninja.

First I was looking for super sentai or power rangers—like pokemon. But then I remembered that another RUYSEITAI’s theme is meteors. And Minior became the perfect choice. It has multiple colors for each member. There’s no actual black one for Tetora, but shiny is black! Also, now there’s no single leader, so a no-evolution line with no super forms (mega or g-max) works best.

Chiaki is very passionate about the color red, so I had to make all of his red. His introduction as Ryusei Red has "The red flames are the proof of justice!” so it must’ve been red and/or fire type. Blaziken was an immediate choice. It can also mega evolve. In the anime Mega Blaziken was protector of Kalos in ownership by Meyer. Armarouge was another choice, but it’s more yellow, despite pokedex color being red. Vulpix became the second choice. I think super protective over juniors Chiaki, having a not-evolved little guy cute and kinda fitting.

Kanata likes blue and loves the ocean, so blue water-type it is! His FS2 is based on jellyfish, so Frillish. He likes stuffed turtles so Squirtle. His last name means “deep sea” so Lanturn, who lives deep underwater (also it has a hero-like face mask). And Palafin, who looks like a normal dolphin but actually a hero. Like Kanata being actually stupid strong.

Tetora is Ruysei Black but like the color red and his Ryusei introduction references black flames. So Incineroar was the first choice. Also it’s based on a tiger and pre-evo has “tora” in its name. It would be perfect if Inceneroar was karate based, not wrestler. For karate i chose Sawk.

Midori likes greenery and cute mascots where the species is unclear. So Leafeon it is! Eeveelutions are pokemon’s second mascots at this point and they’re designed to look like a dog/cat/fox/rabbit all at once. Surprisingly, there’s not many veggie-based pokemons. So I went with starter pokemons that looked plant -enough: Bulbasaur and Chikorita (pokedex classifies it as green). They also work with “species is unclear”. Is Bulbasaur a frog or turtle? What is Chikorita?

Shinobu is Ryusei yellow and ninja so I was looking among that. Ninjask is based on ninja technique and yellow. Croagunk is used by ninja trainers. Greninja is also based on ninja and its category is ninja pokemon. And with that I cover his two pet frogs. Accelgor is also based on ninja, but doesn't really feel like Shinobu’s pokemon.

Alkaloid

Hiiro: Nidoqueen. Dragonair. Gyarados. Turogue. Aira: Nidorina. Sylveon. Luvdisc. Swoobat. Mayoi: Nidorina. Shuppet. Umbreon. Gastly. Tatsumi: Nidorina. Hatenna. Maushold.

Alkaloid has multiple themes to look into: medicine/toxin, cards and keys. There’s no card-based pokemons. Galarian Wheezing is the only poison-type who is not just poisonous/toxic. And Klefki is the only key pokemon. In the end I went with Nidiqueen. Queen like in cards, it's blue like a unit color, it’s defensive more than offensive, i have no other options, i am working on it for hours already…

Hiiro had only Dratini before MDM and Hiiro started learning more about the world. Dratini evolved after the main story. I picked Dragonair line as a “village ruler’s family has that pokemon”. Hiiro is good at martial arts so went with Tyrogue for him. Who knows what it evolved into. For Hiiro learning world around I thought about pokemon which can easily be found. So Magicarp which already evolved into Gyarados. He's a fast learner (It can also symbolize Hiiro being called dumb in the village and now blooming into a strong idol).

Aira had an Eevee which evolved into Sylveon. Sylveon was introduced in France-based region and evolves from affection/friendship. Aira’s catchphrase is “Love”/”Rabu” so I went with Lovedisc and Swoobat. There’s not much pokemon that symbolizes love, btw (why Luvdisc is not fairy-type?).

Mayoi has association with phantom and ghost and likes cute things. So I gave him Shuppet, Gastly and Umbreon. Shuppet is described to feed on negative emotions which helps people. Umbreon is dark and evolves with friendship. Gastly has been shown to be able to move through the walls and can help Mayoi to escape unwanted social interactions with gas.

Tatsumi was kinda hard. The only religion pokemon in-universe gods (god of sea, god of time etc) and THE God. So no pokemon for this. One of Tatsumi's specialties is sixth sense, and pokemon have the ability “anticipation”. Hattena prefers to be with calm people and can have that ability. Tatsumi likes to do house chores and Mausihold is the only pokemon that can learn move Tidy up through level up. And it's a family of four, like, y’know, Alkaloid.

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violetmuses · 5 months ago

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Bad Boys: Legacy ❤️‍🩹

Title: Bad Boys: Legacy ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Every torch burns in the dark.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss 🏷

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2024

“Mike, can we talk?” Detective Marcus Burnett questions his partner and best friend Mike Lowrey. His wife Theresa ran errands with the kids again.

“Another donkey rant?” Mike rolled both eyes while standing on the terrace and nursed his drink after sharing lunch.

“No!” Marcus narrowed his eyes through bewilderment. “I wanted to ask something important when the family wasn't here.”

“Sure, what's up?” Genuinely concerned, Mike whispered.

Marcus glanced around before speaking and Mike simply waited to hear the question. There was no other choice.

“Have you heard from Armando?” Marcus offered this true inquiry. “It's been a while since we put him on the boat, man.”

“Went off-grid.” Mike finished his drink for the afternoon.

“You're cool with that assumption? Your own son could be dead somewhere and we might not even know about it. Judy Howard let Armando live. Be grateful.” Marcus folded both arms.

“Thought you'd have more faith.” Mike shook his head, disappointed. “Everyone saw Armando leave.”

“Yeah, well excuse me for being paranoid about my nephew.” Marcus continued. “If Reggie pulled this shit, I'd start tracking everything.”

“I only gave Armando the passport.” Mike recalled back.

“Look, we gotta check with Dorn and find Armando's location.” Marcus took charge.

“Damn.” Mike sighed, leaving the house and dreading time.

*****

This search began right away. Soon enough, late nights and early mornings scrambled from every single corner of the Miami Police Department.

“Bingo, I found his location!” Dorn snapped his fingers while facing virtual screens.

Mike and Marcus hustled into the room without fail, outright invested.

“What's going on?” Mike sat down in the opposite chair.

“Armando started to drift after reaching Mexico first.” Dorn clipped an explanation.

“What's Armando's location right now?” Marcus interfered, pissed off.

“Let Dorn work!” Mike stepped toward Marcus once more and couldn't take judgment. “Armando is my son, not yours.”

“I started looking for Armando. If it wasn't for me, you'd wait too long and skim through autopsy reports later!” Marcus yelled, not apologizing.

Everyone paused, silent.

“Fuck you, Marcus!” Fed up with his partner, Mike gathered belongings and took this extra flash drive, leaving the precinct.

_____

“After everything we've gone through, Marcus doesn't trust how I put Armando on the boat that day.” Mike vented to his wife Christine, a physical therapist.

“You made a personal decision.” Christine tried to help.

“I know.” Mike sighed, yet intrigue pulled when this notification reached his laptop.

“What do you see?” Christine turned to Mike and also watched the screen.

“Oh, shit!” Grinning, Mike chuckled for a second when reality kicked in. “He's close.”

****

Vibrant colors painted the sunset before nightfall loomed over South Beach.

Drifting all around the world just to survive his escape, Armando Aretas finally returned to Miami and entered this hotel without true luggage.

The late-night hour calmed each famous noise located downtown. Right here, observant staff members noticed how Aretas stood up front.

“Welcome. How can we help you this evening, Sir?” The receptionist greeted Armando.

“Hello. I only need a room, please.” Cordial, Armando offered slightly accented English.

“Of course.” The receptionist handed this entry card and smiled once more. “Have a good night.”

Thank goodness. Now I'll take an immediate shower. Armando thought.

______

It's time.

After taking that much-needed shower, Armando unpacked this single bag to rearrange his only belongings. Travel pulled all kinds of hiding.

“Hello?” Detective Mike Lowrey, Armando's biological father, picks up.

“I'm back.” Armando clipped two words in an attempt to speak.

“Where?” Mike reached Armando's level instead of freaking out.

“Downtown.” Aretas cleared his throat for a second.

“What's the move?” Mike dropped his voice. “I'm not doing anything unless you're ready.”

“Just know that I'll need a minute before coming around.” Armando told the truth and hung up, genuinely trying to sleep.

*****

The next day, Armando wakes up alone, but plans his day while sitting among guests.

Leaving breakfast, Armando heads back to the elevator just as you exit these silver doors. One of the suited bellhops pushed this luggage cart.

“You missed out, man.” Another bellhop laughed near Armando once both doors closed. “She was really nice this weekend.”

“Who?” Armando offered eye contact for the conversation.

“The girl who just left us. No drama and gave simple requests.” The bellhop raved about you. “A lot of people act up without thinking twice just because it's Miami.”

“I get it.” Armando nodded.

“Take care.” The bellhop looked out before Aretas returned to his room.

_____

He didn't even learn your name, but Armando found himself thinking of you, this complete stranger.

Moments before you left the hotel, Aretas had quietly remembered your smile and kindness eased staff members again.

****

When the evening arrived once more, Armando pulled together and finally stepped out.

“Partying tonight, man?” The previous bellhop noticed Aretas.

“Just going out.” Armando gave himself permission to loosen up.

“I know some places nearby.” The bellhop suggested.

“Cool.” Armando nodded, ready to see the nightlife again.

______

You found each other near during this rooftop event and evening stars welcomed this opportunity.

“Stayed at the hotel, but I'm leaving soon.” You planned to drive home by tomorrow.

“Do you know who I am?” Armando questioned you after finishing his drink.

“Aretas.” You grounded his last name, smart as hell.

“Ratting me out?” Armando stepped closer regardless.

“No, but I need to tell you something.” You leaned forward and planned to whisper in his ear.

“Yeah?” Armando took this moment, playing along.

“Marcus Burnett tracked down your location.” You reveal that unexpected bombshell and walk away, leaving Aretas in the shadows.

What the fuck?! Armando fumed within.

*****

“What's going on? A stranger just told me that Marcus followed everything.” Armando called Mike back at the hotel.

“Marcus hasn't trusted me since you left on the motorboat.” Mike revealed this truth. “Dorn helped us find your location.”

“Maybe I should've gone right back to prison now.” Armando defended himself. “We did all that work for nothing.”

“Everybody's worried. Where you at?” Mike still debated his son gently.

“If you still can't trust the way I move, what's the point of speaking up anymore?” Aretas shook his head.

“I'll listen. Say whatever you want.” Mike genuinely wants to hear Armando's perspective.

“Tonight could've been great.” Armando vented this time. “I'm tired of y'all breathing down my neck.”

“That wasn't me.” Mike responded on the other line. “Marcus thought I'd leave you for dead.”

“Would you throw me to the wolves?” Armando pulled his question from the heart.

“Never.” Mike repeated himself from the McGarth mission and tried to ease Armando's doubt. “Of course not.”

“I'm not coming back for a while now.” Armando put his foot down.

“I understand, but at least tell me that you're good.” Mike requested.

“I'm alive.” Aretas finally ended the conversation himself.

Moments later, this unknown number reached his phone.

******

“I thought you were gone.” Aretas laughed when reaching your driver's side of the car.

“Need some help?” You've returned to the hotel's parking lot and found Armando.

“Leave the building first and then we'll start talking.” You led this chemistry.

Trusting you so much more than his estranged father Mike Lowrey, Armando Aretas checked out of that hotel room.

*****

That next day, this beachfront home stood tall when you reached the destination with Armando.

“So just to be safe, Are you a cop?” Armando still questioned your motives.

“No. I would've arrested you last night.” You entered this house and welcomed the coastal air.

“Nice hotels and a beautiful home. What am I missing here?” Armando seemed puzzled about you, though intrigued.

“Long story short: I have an inheritance.” You solved this affluent lifestyle.

Armando glanced around the living room to observe cheerful pictures. Your friends and loved ones gathered different snapshots over time.

“Miami of all places?” Armando sat by the kitchen counter, watching you.

“What about you?” You arched your brow after washing your hands to make dinner.

“It's complicated.” Armando gently expressed himself.

“Might as well tell me.” You shrugged behind the counter.

Here we go. Armando thought.

______

You've been flabbergasted by the rollercoaster of storytelling.

“I knew about the cartel shit, but Detective Mike Lowrey is your father?” You're stuck during the meal.

“It's not easy, but yeah.” Armando cut brutal details.“My mother told me right before she died.”

“Damn.” You whispered and Aretas offered to clean up, letting you rest since driving home.

______

Later that night, you organized Armando's place in the guest bedroom, ready to sleep.

“Need anything else?” You face Armando in the hallway.

“No.” Aretas stepped closer once more and chuckled, standing inches away from your lips.

Right as you plan to kiss Armando for real, his phone rang.

Both of you scoffed and casted your eyes toward the ceiling.

“Answer.” You excuse yourself from Armando and sleep, letting that phone call dish out.

Dammit! Armando raged with his own thoughts once more.

______

Picking up the call, Armando recognized Mike's phone number.

“Hey.” Aretas held back drama to avoid waking you up.

“Look, I'm sorry about what happened the other night. Mike apologized for once. “Where are you?”

“Appreciate your apology, but my spot doesn't matter.” Armando wouldn't reveal your home. “All you'll do is lock me down somewhere else.”

“I won't.” Mike tried offering another chance. “I just need to know that you're alright.”

“I'm happy.” Armando clipped his response once more and hung up, sleeping in your guest room at last.

*****

“All the space and no one special woke you up this morning?” Armando flirted after sharing breakfast with you the next day.

“You didn't wake me up.” You stepped forward after cleaning the kitchen together and smiled against his lips, trying last night's moment a second time.

“Just say the word, mami.” He chuckled, bringing chills down your spine.

“You're so cheesy!” Finally moving toward him, your lips meet Aretas through laughter and his heart skips for the first time in a while, beaming.

No more danger. This moment feels right with you, unexpectedly sweet.

“Hey, you okay?” Armando held your cheek just in case something went wrong through his gesture of kissing you.

“Yeah. I'm all right. That was good.” You offered the truth and smoothed your fingers along his beard, watching Armando bite his lip.

He's melting and suddenly realized that your touch could solve anything. No one has ever moved so gently with him.

Even now, you look so pretty while sporting no makeup and wearing comfortable pajamas from last night.

“C'mere.” He takes your hand, leaving both of you to the living room.

Within seconds, you're sitting on his lap despite noticing the weight of this couch and just started talking to each other.

“You hid from law enforcement after Judy Howard spared your life?” You ask, not dreaming.

“No other choice.” Armando rasped. “The police department made a deal, though. Missions cut down my prison sentence, too. I should be behind bars right now.”

“I'll ask again: what made you come back to Miami?” You questioned.

“Running got old. I guess….” Armando trailed off and struggled to express himself this time.

“If you need anything, I'm here, whether you're a fugitive or not.” You kiss Armando once more and rest in his arms, protective over this stranger.

_______

“I have a surprise for you.” You covered his eyes this evening and guided footsteps toward the dining room after Armando napped in private.

Dessert lined up around this table and gifts joined the cluster.

“Oh, what's this?” Aretas sat down and observed this moment.

“You've only kept one bag with you, so I pulled a few strings.” You smiled.

“Cariño…” Though not crying, Aretas offered his native language of Spanish and called you “Sweetheart.”

“I got you, okay?” You walked around the table and hugged him. In return, Armando held your wrists, grateful.

From cologne to new outfits with luggage and more, you refused to let Armando travel again without dignity. His one bag dropped your spirit.

Standing from the table, Aretas ignored dessert and kissed you once more, lost in this moment as dim lights captured your silhouettes.

“I won't forget about you.” Armando vowed.

“Then don't.”You nodded with absolute consent when Aretas lifted your weight and drifted to the bedroom.

_______

The following day, blankets rustled as you wake up in his arms.

“Morning…” His accented English pulled all senses, but you couldn't respond while kisses greeted your lips.

“Morn, oh. You're nasty…” You've realized that his erection set beneath the covers.

“You already know that.” Armando flirted right back and wanted so much more, but this doorbell rang out of nowhere.

“Don't worry. I got it. Kay?” Armando teases your neck before you could roll both gorgeous eyes.

“Mmm!” You covered your face with a pillow to seek darkness and rest.

Regrettably pulling himself together and leaving your bed, Armando checked the RING Camera.

Mike and Marcus waited outside, pissed off after somehow finding this location.

“Baby!” Aretas yelled and you scrambled from dreams to stay alert.

Despite everything, you ran to the foyer and realized who showed up.

Fuck! Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett followed Armando.

“What should we do?” You're barely dressed in this robe, teasing lingerie.

“I'll go.” Armando kissed the top of your head and stepped outside.

_____

‘It wasn't my idea!” Mike defended himself while speaking to Aretas first.

“Didn't even tell you where I was last night! How the hell…” Armando paced back and forth, reaching his breaking point.

“Hey, watch your mouth, Mike's your father no matter what!” Marcus finally interjected near Armando.

“Nigga, shut the fuck up!” Mike snapped toward Marcus. “If you trusted me from the beginning, we wouldn't be standing here.”

“Let us in. Who's there?” Marcus took charge again and faced Armando.

“None of your business.” Aretas refused to have Mike and Marcus invade your privacy further.

“This girl could hurt you.” Marcus stepped closer and still ranted.

“Like y'all haven't? You keep forgetting that I'm not a weapon.” Armando then held his heart. “For the first time, I didn't look over my shoulder.”

“She's a stranger.” Marcus continued doubting this explanation.

“So are you, Detective. Both of you. Get out of here.” Aretas went back to your place fed up.

______

“I can't believe you pulled that shit, man!” Mike shouted in the car while driving home.

“I won't apologize for my choice, either.” Marcus kept grumbling.

“So you'll ruin our entire friendship over one choice that I made with my son because we disagree.” Mike still looked toward the road.

“For somebody who wanted a good relationship with Armando, you probably didn't even think about him until I said something.” Marcus went on.

“You don't know anything.” Lowrey noticed the venom once more. “Thought you were my brother.”

“I am, always.” Marcus eased. “But Armando's silence didn't bother you?”

“I told you before, have faith.” Mike then answered. “Armando would come back, but now we'll probably never see him again because you don't trust distance.”

Marcus stopped talking and peered beyond the car windows.

****

“Here's an extra house key if you need it, all right?” Sometime later, you face reality when Armando leaves paradise.

“Come back with me. The house is too big for you to be alone.” His kisses locked you down as a suitcase waited by the door.

“I'm not ready.” You just can't handle Mike and Marcus.

“Kay.” Armando whispered, leaving your side Mike Lowrey's classic Porsche rolled up. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You smiled one last time before Armando vanished.

When the door closes behind you, tears fall from your eyes and this beautiful home turns vacant like your own heart.

______

Returning to Miami, you're out with friends one night, but familiar hands reached your waist on the dance floor.

“Uh-oh!” Everyone cheered when you started moving with Armando and grind to the music.

“You're back for good?” You questioned Aretas between spotlights.

“I'm not going anywhere.” He kissed you during this reunion and could stay in your world forever.

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Enigma// ch 31

anakin x reader

A/N: once again i’m v sorry (i feel like i have to say this every time i post nowadays) but i just wanna thank you all for your continued support- it means the world to me :)

Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel

warnings: cursing, disabled character, insecurity

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The comforting aroma of Anakin’s gray keurig filled the flat; both of you had gotten up early for different reasons.

You were starting your classes again- thankfully you were able to switch to finishing out the year virtually after you explained your situation to the academic dean.

Anakin had to get up because he was interviewing part-time caretakers for himself (not that he even wanted one).

Since you were at home too, you listened in on the questions he asked and his attitude towards the workers, just in case you needed to step in.

“No I don’t need assistance with everything- I’m not fucking helpless” Anakin huffed in annoyance at the younger caretaker on the screen; they couldn’t have been much older than yourself.

She had been speaking to him a bit condescendingly though, but still-he needed to keep his temper in check.

“Ani” you called in a hushed tone.

His blue eyes observed your expression and he sighed, “My apologies- it's been a long few weeks”.

The interview concluded not long after and Anakin frustratingly shut his laptop before burying his face in his stiff hands. “Fuuck… This is annoying” he groaned as you waltzed over to the counter and placed an assuring hand on his back.

“I know Ani, but it's a necessity right now”

The past few days had been full of Anakin being his normal prickly self and scaring away or offending possible candidates- it was becoming exhausting to have to moderate his interviews but you knew this was also not something he was very comfortable with.

He leaned into you and you placed a comforting arm around his broad shoulders. He breathed in a sigh before turning his face to press a delicate kiss into your side.

“Thank you for everything sweetheart- I know I’m a lot, but I really am trying for us” he said as you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

You placed a kiss to the back of his head and rubbed his back soothingly, “I know, Ani”.

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Anakin’s heart drummed against his ribcage as he sat in the oh-so familiar hospital grade recliner chair. But he wasn’t here for himself (for the first time in a long time) instead, he was here to finally meet his children.

Enough time had passed that he was strong enough to see them and possibly hold them; he’d been waiting for this moment ever since he knew they made it.

He- Anakin Skywalker- was a father. Not just of one, but two!

He remembered the day the doctor told him and Padme it was nearly impossible- he could still feel his heart shattering; he had always been a passionate lover and wanted to create life with whomever he decided to love. And now his dreams were a reality; he created two little angels with you.

Anxiously, he bounced his leg as he tried to calm his breathing. What if he wasn’t suited for this? What if they didn’t get along with him? What if-

Suddenly, your hand grounded him; he turned to see your smiling face, “It’s all going to be ok Ani. I promise”.

Nothing could soothe his worries like your sweet voice; he nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips. Not long after, the door opened and the nurse wheeled in a cart holding the twins into the small room.

“And here are the little ones now,” she smiled.

Anakin sat straight up in his seat (or as straight as he could) and his heart began to race. This was real- his children were right in front of him.

The twins had been doing well and were finally off of the oxygen machine. The boy’s light hair was slowly growing in, whereas the girl already had a full head of soft, wispy, brown hair. They were both very small for their age, but were at least consuming more nutrients on the daily than before.

They were beautiful.

The short woman rolled the cart in front of the chair Anakin was sitting in and leaned the chair backwards so that he was almost lying down. He looked towards you with nervous eyes as the nurse began to pick up the girl.

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder; “It’s alright Ani”

He nodded and focused his attention onto his baby girl. She looked so small as she was handed to him; as gently as he could, he maneuvered his inflexible arms to cradle her tiny body.

He bit the inside of his lip in as he anticipated her uncomfortable cries from the stiff sensation of his appendages- but they never came.

Anakin watched in awe as his baby yawned in his hold; he was overjoyed- for a few months now, he had worried his disabilities would get in the way of his ability to interact with and raise the kids, but maybe he had been overthinking.

She opened and closed her tiny hand as she nuzzled closer to Anakin’s chest; you smiled at the endearing moment and picked up your son.

“Would you like to hold both of them?” the nurse asked.

Anakin immediately nodded.

“Alright” the nurse chuckled, “We should probably set you back so they can rest on your chest- that might be more comfortable for you”.

Anakin looked to you for approval to which you giggled lightly, “go ahead baby”.

He looked at his daughter before looking ot the nurse as she reached out to pick her up before lying the bed back. Once he was laid back you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “do you want to take your arms off Ani? So you can feel the babies”

His eyes widened and he breathed out a small “yes”; he had never considered that- how had he not?

Of course he wanted to hold his children with his own arms.

You leaned down and helped him remove his prosthetics before placing them gently down in his wheelchair.

“Alright Mr. Skywalker-” the nurse started as she placed the girl back down on his left side and then the boy on his right.

The twins were still so small that the both of them still didnt cover the expanse of Anakin’s chest. He took his longer arm and ran it over each of their small backs as they wriggled closer to him.

Anakin was so enraptured by his children he didn’t even notice the nurse had left the room; his whole being was trained on the miracles in front of him… He felt his eyes begin to water as he inhaled deeply.

How could he have made something so precious?

He looked at you with a grateful expression and managed “thank you”. Before he looked back down and began to weep.

“For what Ani?” you asked.

“Thank you for giving me a chance… for giving me a family” his tears continued to pour from his beautiful eyes.

He was always such a pretty crier, but you felt your heart tug; you knew Anakin felt that he didn’t deserve this- that he didn’t deserve happiness- and that broke your heart.

Thankfully you were here to assure him that he deserved everything he had; you leaned down to his side and wrapped a hand around his head and placed the other over your babies on his chest before pulling him in to kiss his temple.

“Thank you for making me a mother, Anakin. And thank you for loving me when I thought no one could”.

“Always” he choked out before turning his face towards yours before mapping out every inch of your radiant face.

You were an angel sent to save him… his angel.

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(a/n: sappy but, yk this story needs more happy moments lol)

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