#and crying emojis on reblog tags

[ghoulspaw]

24 HOURS

[fisheito]

i saw the tag first and was so confused bc i could not think of which post it was referring to but then i saw the post and i went OOOHHHH and i giggled bc

i imagine 2 versions of the "I'm a healer, but..." meme 1 is oli in his magnificent assassin robes, looking determined and fierce with his essence regulator 2 is yakumo in front of eiden, lookin resigned while pulling his dick out

[oneirataxia-girl]

episode five of alvita attempts to art: so I made a mistake edition

ft. Yume Kazama (Jujutsu Kaisen)

[rosicheeks]

I have a fantasy about getting to know you and us falling in love and being so sweet and caring and clingy and obsessive and we fuck like rabid animals and i fucking ruin you and i know it wont ever happen but i like to pretend<3

[02511213942]

SO funny you say this because i actually reread your aaron & neil study buddy fic while this idea was percolating in my brain!! 🥰 THE BEST!!!! please do not let it stop you from writing even more ahdhdj 😌🧡

something something au where aaron and neil are best friends first :)

[ellieslob]

★ streamer ellie!

ways to help palestine!!!

S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭

S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:

S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”

S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭

iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️

ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶

brondon444: 😭

kvcjjsaj: 😭

loverboydsa: 😭😭😭

“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”

S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻

S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.

ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys

ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.

sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭

slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???

elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩

heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop66

S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”

S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.

Instagram

girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though

S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.

elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot

elliewilliasm: spot*

elliewilliasm: STOP**😭

you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.

girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?

ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻

GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️

S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.

elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)

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[hispanicin]

Sometimes I see people I followed back in 2015 and it's like a time capsule to back then.

[iid-smile]

300 follower special !

— welcome! intro

hi! you've just walked into sunny's bakery! this is a selfship event and anyone can participate, so feel free to look around! you don't have to be a follower <3

open: 8th sep | close: 23rd sep

— your basket... the basics

in my ask box, describe your oc or yourself to me, and make it as detailed as you'd like. then, you can choose three (four for mooties <3) of the twenty four numbers under the cut, formatted in either drabbles or headcanons; format can be different for each number. make sure to only pick one character.

i write for:

jujutsu kaisen

wind breaker

chainsaw man

bungo stray dogs

demon slayer

have a look at some baked goods below!

— ready to order? rules and guidelines

on base level, everything will be sfw.

> smut is not my thing, sorry guys. i can make it suggestive if you specifically ask for it, i don't mind that.

within your ask of describing your oc or yourself, please make sure to include:

> name, pronouns, brief personality description, format preference, and your f/o of choice. remember to pick only three numbers. if you choose to send with anon, give me an emoji or name to go by!

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> trust me, ive had my fair share of "crazy" thoughts, i would never get weirded out by yours! plus its really interesting hearing about other people, irl or oc

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my first event after i procrastinated on forgot my 100 and 200! lowkey kinda nervous but i have high hopes!!! (i think)

tagging: @megutime @meidiary @miujangs @jellicatty @luv-lies @yueliie @kaq3yma @yagirlraee but you dont have to do it! i'll still love you 😌���

[hotdamnhunnam]

Rayyyyyy 🥹☀️

You are truly the stuff writers’ dreams are made of and I’m more grateful for this than words could ever say 😭🙏

But of course I’m going to ramble my ass off and type out a bazillion words below anyway 🤣

Honestly waking up to see this reblog was the brightest ray of sunshine and let me tell you again that I couldn’t stop rereading and re-rereading and thinking about it all day!!! 🤩💭🔂 I swear it had me tearing up in the middle of my workday (thank fuck I was working from home today 😂)

Now I’ve pulled myself together enough to properly reply, or at least to try 😅

The way you quoted almost every single line from the first several paragraphs and shared your wonderful reactions to each and every one?? ❣️ And I believe you when you say you could’ve gone on and on (tbh if you’d just copied & pasted the entire fic like you said, I wouldn’t even have minded 🙂‍↔️ In fact I’d love it because everything you do feels so heartfelt and true 🥰)

Anyhooo, I’m glad that you felt the feelz for our baby jaxie pooh 🥺 And you asking me what’s my secret and affectionately sentencing me to jail time for my lines are the kinds of reactions that get me all giddy and grinning like an idiot and feeling like every bit of what I put into my writing is worthwhile!! 💖 My face is going to explode because I can’t control my bigass smile 😄

Please don’t be ashamed to not have found my fics sooner!!! Tumblr is a crazy place so there is no blame and no shame and anyway I was mostly a ghost on here for years till recently when I popped out of my quiet corner 👻 I’m just so freaking glad and grateful that you’ve found them now 🥲 My tumblr experience has been a strugglebus in lots of ways and this one reblog magically made so many of those issues fade away somehow ❤️‍🩹 As for saying to not make you cry I should warn you that Parts 2 and 3 amp up the angst by several hundred levels so if you have any interest to continue, you may want to bring tissues 🤧

“literary genius” stawpppp you’re too sweet 🙉 but also never stop because high praises are my biggest kink (aside from Charlie) so this reblog here is everything my silly little writer soul could ever want and need!! 🙃

I’m sending you so much love and gratitude Ray, and I hope this rambley response from me has conveyed the huge extent of my happiness and appreciation for you in some small way 🥹💖

Kutte to Black

A/N: So here’s an angsty fluffy smutty fic about you being the love of Jax Teller’s life (reimagined in the place of Tara) – you two were high school sweethearts and reunite years later. This fic is a sequel to Kutte and Gown but can also be read as a standalone! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty angst

Word Count: ~2.3k

The Sons of Anarchy just froze.

They look as though they’ve seen a ghost. You haven’t set foot in this room, or in this godforsaken town you once called home, since you ran off eleven years ago. Haven’t returned since that door closed. By now you thought they all forgot—but clearly not—you’re still that summer rose that claimed the young heart of the crown prince of SAMCRO. No love since yours ever came close. And everybody knows.

You don’t, though.

You don’t know shit. How much damage the lost hope of your love went off and did. The way the light in him had died when you left town.

“H-hey, is Jax around?”

You can just barely bring yourself to ask the club. They’re all shook up. Their badass biker hearts have stopped. So you of course assume the worst; reckon your presence here is unwelcome and cursed. One of them gestures toward the rooftop.

God. The roof. Where you had first fallen in love lost in the rosy throes of youth. Of course that’s where he is right now. Some part of you had known somehow.

Some part of you knows everything. Some part of you had tasted every tear he shed and felt the rhythm of his breathing. The deepest part of you had always known no matter how far you had flown from Charming. Living only for the memory of what you left behind when you had run away from here that haunted morning.

Thank the Sons with a stunted smile. Climb the stairs and every rise feels like a mile. Coming home is fucking hard. Your home has always been his heart, even more so in all the years you spent apart. Tried to deny it for a while. Truth cuts deeper in denial.

You remember him the way he was back then. Remember every inch of Jackson. Spun of sun-gold, from his hair down to his soul. The smell of worn leather and smoke, that made you feel at home and whole. The truth in every word he spoke. The inky black of his tattoos. The break of heaven in those baby blues, each time he looked at you.

You wonder how much he has changed in all this time. How deep he’s fallen in this life of sin and crime. Can’t help but feel that on some level you’re to blame.

Wonder until you reach the roof and meet his gaze. Read the truth all across his face. Changed in a thousand ways… but this is just the same.

Keep reading

[coveredinsweetpea]

🔞 Modern day!Eddie Munson 100% has a secret tumblr account. It may have started as a means for him to connect with other people that shared his interests, and he might still have that blog, but he most definitely has another one - blog which, depending on your relationship with him, you know about or not. Because on one hard, it could be full of those edgy couple pics, like full body mirror pics of Eddie with you kneeling at his feet or wrapped around one of his legs. Pics of you with his fingers in your mouth, choking you, or maybe even straight up porn because HE WOULD - maybe like a video of him, sitting at the edge of his bed with you across his lap, slapping your ass and fingering you until you cry... omg he'd love to get asks about the two of you damn!!! But on the other hand, if you're not together, or not yet together, he'd totally have one of those dark, horror themed blogs, mostly centered on reblogging stuff that fits the aesthetic, but also littered with posts like "clueless, sunshine gf 🤝 obsessive, stalker bf" or "a relationship should be 50/50, I buy her pretty clothes and she's my fucktoy" and all the posts that make him think of you are tagged with an emoji that represents you?????

[knific]

hi im john! or zero. i'm a LEESBO and i draw stuff : also im multifandom and i switch interests almost monthly. if you follow me for one thing you might not get that.

i'm fifteen and from the southeast of asia. i can speak different languages but i only prefer being spoken to in english lol!

also we MIGHT be mutuals. this isn't my main blog and that was actually a mistake because i didn't know how to use tumblr by the time. if you see you're being followed by some user called epicflowpow then I guess we're mutuals :') that's my main blog that im inactive on! lol! it's hard to explain

byf:

i have bad memory don't expect me to remember anything personal like ur birthday,

i make sex jokes sometimes ok if ur not comfortable lmk and ill stop,

i post what i want, i might post blood, gore, etc. anything i post may be triggering, if you don't like it block me! the only form of censoring you'll get is the tags so get ready to mute a few (ex: cw blood, cw knife, cw suicide)

my social skills suck.. you can try to talk to me but i get very nervous when talking privately and i might say things i don't mean

i am sometimes rude but it's just for fun lol i don't actually mean it,

i don't reaalyyy use tonetags but ill use them when my wording starts to sound a little serious

uhhh i make homophobic jokes because it's FUNNY. im actually a person of the bacon community though so yeah.

i like to cuss my faves out. i will say very very mean stuff about them and I won't state whether it's positive or negative. if you don't like that then you should probably not read the tags sometimes

i ironically use emojis like 😂🥺🥹😜 etc

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dni: i don't have a dni because people are gonna interacr with me anyways. ill block whoever makes me feel uncomfortable and who not (pr/shipp*rs are not exceptions lol ALL will be blocked)

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also i do requests! here are like. rules for my requests n stuff:

i think im most likely to do EVERY request you guys give me, so go crazy! i just won't do it quickly. because im not an art machine

i do any reqs, but i will less likely do/will put for last the oc requests lol :)

okay when I said any reqs i lied: just don't request me taco x pickle loll it's for the sake of some of my mutuals :) i can still draw them hanging out but it won't be tagged as ship or implied ship

i also do any fandom but again i will less likely do fandoms im not in lol

uhh. if im uncomfortable with a ship in particular ill just ignore your req don't bother sending it again or im gonna give you a beating

complicated styled characters are ok but if you wanna give me a first good impression don't send them or you're literally breaking my fingers physically

also comics scare me if you request those too you're also breaking my fingers (it's not prohibited though you can send them but ill cry)

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0 req: art requests!

0 s req: things people draw for me :)

0 reblogs: for reblogs (best muted)

0 txt: me talking

0 talk: me talking w other ppl

0 fave: favourites/saving for later

0 other: other

[onlymingyus]

Honestly just pussy drunk hoshi. That’s it and that’s all bye mommy

Hi Nea baby. (darlin I don't have an emoji for you, pick one for me please!) This has been in my inbox for literally ever but as I am avoiding writing other things and I'm on my Hoshi shit again. I love the idea of just a pussy drunk Hoshi though. So this is what I'm imagining with him...

cw; kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x afab reader - smut (minor dni), oral (f receiving), overstimulation

Your body arches off the bed, Soonyoung loudly moaning between your thighs. His hands reaching to grip any flesh he can grip on to, be that your hips or your breasts. His brain stopped working past instinct a long time ago.

All Soonyoung can hear are your pants of pleasure spurring him on. His tongue buried in your pussy while his nose nudges at your clit causing you to buck your hips towards his face. You were almost riding his face at this point and that was how he wanted it.

When you let out a loud moan of his name, your hand tugging harshly at his hair Soonyoung practically growls against your soft velvet like folds before looking up at you. Meeting his eyes you pant to catch your breath coming down from another orgasm while he ruts his hips into the mattress.

A laugh drips from his lips before he licks your cum from them with a lust filled groan. His arms hooking back around your legs to pull you back towards him causing you to shake your head, your thighs quivering from overstimulation. "Soonyoung!"

He whines against your thighs rubbing his cheeks against your soft skin before placing kisses to the same areas. "Y/N...you can take it. God you taste so good." When you moan, Soonyoung grins and nips at your folds causing you to grab his hair making him look at you.

His pupils blown out from lust like a man drunk because he was. You watch him struggle against your hand before you push his head back down towards your swollen folds where he gets right back to work making you arch off the bed with a cry of his name.

Soonyoung whines your name into your pussy, grinding his cock on the sheets when his own release takes over untouched by you because all he needed was to be drunk on you and your perfect little pussy.

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[justasecretflower]

🥀- being childhood! Friends with Ben drowned! And meeting him again

Fluff, platonic.

!! Please do not reblog !!

Gen! Reader

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Before he died- you’re one of his only friends, he gets super attached and clingy.

- friendship bracelets

- gaming allll the time!

- he expresses his care for you by getting you little trinkets and stuff !:)

- if you’re a fem! And sleepover then he will prolly be a lil akward about it. In a “girls have cooties” manner.

- you sleep on an air mattress in the living room, which is decked out with some spare blankets and pillows.

- protects you from bullies when you get bullied from hanging out with him, he gets a lot of beatings for you.

- you always patch him up with your moms first aid kit at home and then drink a pop while playing video games.

- he’s really funny, actually!

- you chase the ice cream truck together. He makes fun of you for being too slow if he gets to it first.

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While he was dying-

- I imagine you get there when they were beating him up.

-tried to interfere but ended up getting beat up as well, a black eye and a broken nose.

-you’d cry and plea but they wouldn’t stop.

-Ben would try to tell you to leave but you don’t.

- you hold him and cry into his hair, shaking. Blood all over your hands and clothes.

-you tell him that you will never forget him and you loved him as a brother and a best friend. You were just close like that.

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After he died- honestly you’d just take his majoras mask game so you could feel sentimental and close to him a month or so after his death

- seeing his save file makes you tear up a bit.

- while playing. The scream goes black, the lights in your house turn off, and some text comes on the screen.

- “My friend, you’ve never betrayed me.”

- He’d pop out the screen to hug you. He was damp,like he was just drying from swimming.

- you didn’t care. You’d hug him back tightly.

- he’d say you were like a sibling to him, how he loved you for being so close to him and never betraying him.

- he’d hack into your computer and devices all the timeeeee .

- even years later, when you’re long into your adult years he’d sometimes trap you in a chat bot chat so that he could talk to you.

- he stalks your socials.

- gets more and more resentful when he finds out you’ve got more friends now, or got married, or traveled around, or got that new job you’ve been wanting.

- he knows it’s not fair to take it out on you, but he can’t help but imagine if he had that life, what would’ve happened if he got the chance to grow up.

- you still talk to him time to time.

-if you get married 100% he has a little seat with candles, his portrait and his copy of majoras mask in the front row.

- he still cherishes you deeply and deletes all hateful comments you might have on your socials.

Thank you for reading! If you would like to request a creepypasta story or headcanons use the “🥀” emoji with your ask please !:)

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blinkies i made using blinkies.cafe!

ID: 1) "i'm always right" with an angel emoji. 2) "tragedy enjoyer" with sparkling and floating hearts. this is mostly red and black. 3) "i block people for misusing the term "unreliable narrator" between two caution symbols.

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25) vampire fangs dripping blog next to the text: "my daughter is my sister is my throw pillow." 26) a frog and lily pad with the text "will you sit on a lilypad with me?" written between them. 27) "whatever pronouns make you the most uncomfortable" written on the trans flag.

28) "i doth yap" written next to finfin icon. finfin is half-dolphin half-bird. 29) sparkling orange "mass like/reblog is ok." 30) a a blinking computer with the text "queue feature with no tag" next to it. end ID.]

[falcqns]

would it be enough (if i could never give you peace)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen x Tamara Colins

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: everyone at Mid Wilshire knows that Tamara is Tim and Lucy’s daughter. There is only one person who isn’t aware of this, and that is Tamara. Until she gets hurt, that is. 

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: crying, like lots of it. Car crash, near death experience, fluff, angst with a happy ending. tagging @natashasera

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Tamara loved Tim and Lucy. Ever since they had busted her for stealing Lucy’s car, Tamara had felt safe with them. There were her warmth; the people who cared for, comforted, nurtured, supported and loved her, something she had never felt as a child. Right now, there was nothing Tamara was missing more than the warmth of Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen while she was upside down in her totalled car, hanging on for dear life, just before the world around her went black.

Lucy loved Tamara like her own. She had never had such strong maternal feelings for someone than she did Tamara. She rarely made her angry, she kept her space tidy, and rarely talked back, which had resulted in Lucy rarely feeling upset or frustrated with the teen. But right now, she was frustrated. Tamara was ignoring her messages. 

Tamara’s high school had called her; she wasn’t present for morning attendance. This isn’t what frustrated Lucy. What frustrated her was that Tamara was then also absent for 2nd period, and now 3rd. 

Lucy knew that Tamara was struggling with her birthday approaching. That meant that the teen would put even more pressure on herself to find a job and move out, which was something Lucy and Tim did not want. They wanted her to know that she was family, and that because she was family, she didn’t have to leave on her 18th birthday, but no matter what she or her boyfriend said to the teen, the words just weren’t getting through to her. And Lucy knew that having stress like that, especially self imposed stress like that wasn’t easy to deal with, but Tamara also knew better than to skip school. 

Lucy sighed heavily, looking down at the 5th unanswered text from her teen. She then shoved her phone in her pocket, and stepped out of the shop, walking towards the table between the food trucks that her and Tim always shared. She plopped down next to him, and didn’t greet him, instead she grabbed a few fries and shoved them in her mouth, hoping that she would feel less angry with some food in her system, but it didn’t work. 

“What’s going on?” Tim asked. Of course he knew something was wrong, Lucy thought to herself. 

“Tamara is skipping class.” She said simply, and Tim shrugged his shoulders. 

“She’s a teenager. Teenagers skip school. I did it, and I’m sure that you did too.” He said simply, taking a drink of his pop. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, turning to face Tim. “She also isn’t answering any of my texts. Something that she knows to do, even if it’s just an emoji. I know she has a lot on her mind right now, but that doesn’t mean she can ignore me.”

Tim sighed, reaching out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I know. I know you’re frustrated with her, and that’s okay, but there must be a logical explanation for her not answering. Maybe her phone is dead, or she forgot it at home. She’s not doing it deliberately okay?” Lucy nodded, and she opened her mouth to respond to Tim, but was cut off by Tim’s phone ringing. 

He lifted it from the table, and Lucy saw Angela’s name. Tim answered and held it up to his ear. 

“Hey.” He said, and Lucy could hear Angela’s voice on the other end, and it sounded concerned. Lucy’s brows furrowed, and she honed in her hearing, trying to pick up what was being said. Tim hung up a moment later, and once again Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but was once again, cut off. 

“We have to go back to the station.” Tim said, standing up, and tossing out his garbage from his lunch. 

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked, standing up immediately, and following him to her shop, tossing him the keys in the process. Tim opened his door, and made eye contact with Lucy.

“I don’t know, but judging by her tone, it can’t be anything good.”

——

As soon as they pulled up to the station, Angela pulled them inside and into an interrogation room. She sat them both down, and took a deep breath before sitting down across from them.

“What’s going on?” Lucy said, an edge of demanding to her tone. 

“Nolan and Juarez responded to an accident a few hours ago.” Angela started slowly. “By the time they arrived on scene, paramedics had gotten the driver out of the vehicle and were preparing to transport to the hospital. Nolan and Juarez took witness statements, and then followed the ambulance to the hospital.” Angela finished, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

Lucy and Tim looked at each other, confused. Why was Angela telling them this, and why did she seem to be on the verge of tears. 

Angela took a deep breath, gulping before she spoke again. 

“We were unaware of who the victim was until she was being prepped for surgery, and Nolan got a good look at her.”

“Who was it?” Tim asked, and Angela looked down before looking back at the couple. 

“It-uh, it was Tamara.”

Lucy felt her heart drop and shatter, and all of her frustration immediately disappear, tears pouring from her eyes with no warning. “N-No,” Lucy whimpered, and she felt Tim immediately wrap her up in his arms. “No, sh- she-“ She gasped, and Tim hugged her tighter, leaning in close. 

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered, hugging her to her chest as she broke down. “I-is she okay?” He asked Angela shakily. 

Angela sniffed, wiped away a stray tear. “She’s in surgery, but last I heard she was stable. From Nolan’s once over of her, it appeared she only had a broken leg, but we won’t know the full extent of the damage until she’s out of surgery.” 

Tim nodded, finally breaking down, burying his face in Lucy’s hair. “She’s gonna be okay, baby.” Lucy sobbed harder. “C-Can we go see her?” He asked quietly, and Angela nodded immediately. 

“Of course. I’ll inform Grey.” She said, wiping her eyes as she stood up. Just before she shut the door behind her, she looked at Tim. “Keep me updated, okay? Doesn’t have to be much, just a quick text. Just so we know she’s okay?” 

Tim nodded. “Yeah, yeah of course.” 

Angela smiled, and shut the door behind her, and Tim held Lucy even tighter. “She’s strong.” He whispered. “She’s our strong girl. She’ll pull through, and she’s going to be okay.” He said, unsure if he was reassuring Lucy or himself more. Lucy pulled away from his chest, and Tim held her cheeks in his hands. 

“I c-can’t lose her,” Lucy whispered. “She’s my baby, I can’t,” 

Tim nodded, chin wobbling, a tear falling from his eye. “I know. But like her mom,” Lucy smiled at that. “She’s determined. She doesn’t give up. There is not a weak bone in her body. She’s going to get through this, and she’s going to be okay. Wanna know why?” He asked, and Lucy immediately nodded. 

“Because she has you for a mother.” Lucy smiled, more tears streaming from her eyes. “You’ve been to hell and back, and you are the perfect person to help her through this. She’s going to be okay.” He said, and Lucy nodded, taking a deep breath. 

“Don’t discredit yourself so much,” Lucy whispered. “You’ve done a lot for her too, you know.” She said quietly. “And you’ve been through a hell of your own, and you survived, which is why you are the perfect person to be her dad. You support her, comfort her, and love her like your own, and thats something she hasn’t had for so long, if at all. You’re right,” Lucy said, taking a deep breath. “She’s strong, and she’ll get through this, because she has us.” 

Tim nodded, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Can we go see her now, please?” Lucy asked, and Tim nodded with a smile. 

“Yeah, Goosey, we can.” 

——

By the time they had changed out and reached the hospital and had found the right ward, the doctor, who just so happened to be Grace, was just speaking to Nolan. They walked up to the pair, and Tim and Lucy immediately interjected. 

“How is she?”

“Is she okay?” 

Grace smiled, and turned away from John, who raised his hands, and stepped away. 

“Your daughter is very lucky. She had some internal bleeding, but it was an easy fix. She also has a broken ankle, but we’ve set it, and it should heal perfectly. She’s just being moved to recovery now, I’ll come and get you two when you can see her, okay?” Grace said, and Lucy nodded. 

“Thank you,” She said. “So much.” Grace smiled, touched her elbow briefly, before walking through the double doors behind her. 

Tim wrapped Lucy back up in his arms, holding her tight. He bent down, and began whispering in her ear. “I told you she’d pull through.” 

Lucy choked out a sob. “I was so scared.” Lucy expressed. “I thought I was going to lose her. I thought that I would never see her again, that I’d never hear her call me Mom, never tell her how much I love her, how important she is to me.” 

“I know, baby.” Tim whispered, rocking back and forth slightly. “I know. I was thinking the exact same thing, but know we’ll get a chance to tell her, and to show her how much we love her.”

Lucy looked up, a slight smile on her face. “You were thinking you’d never hear her call you Mom?” She asked playfully, and Tim glared at her, but with no real heat behind it. 

“You know what I meant, Boot.” He said, kissing her forehead. 

“Not your boot anymore,” 

“Maybe on paper, but in my heart you’ll always be my little Boot.” 

Lucy slapped him across the chest, and he choked out a laugh just as Nolan walked back up to them, with Juarez beside him. 

Tim looked Nolan in the eyes, a serious look on his face. “How bad was it?”

Nolan breathed in through his nose before answering. “It was bad.” 

Lucy turned around in Tim’s arms. “How bad?” 

“Like ‘I’m-surprised-she-survived’ bad.” Celina answered, and Lucy closed her eyes, breathing deeply, to stop herself from crying again. 

“Thank you for being here with her.” Tim said, and the duo nodded. 

“Of course. She’s family. There’s no other place we’d be.”

A moment later, Grace came back out through the doors, and walked up to them. “She’s still asleep, but should be awake within the hour.” 

“Can we see her?” Tim asked, and Grace nodded immediately. 

“Of course, follow me.” 

Lucy followed Grace immediately, and Tim followed after nodding at Nolan in thanks. Tim grasped Lucy’s hand as Grace led them through the hallways towards Tamara’s room. “She’s in here. I’ll give you some time.” Grace said, and walked away once Lucy nodded. 

Tim squeezed Lucy’s hands, and after a collective deep breath, they entered her room.

“Oh god,” Lucy whispered once she laid her eyes on Tamara. Tamara was laying in the bed, a cannula under her nose, heart rate monitor on her finger, and other various wires in her body, along with an IV with what Lucy assumed was pain medication. Lucy wasted no time in going to her side, and Tim wasn’t far behind, moving around her to stand at Tamara’s head, brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Lucy grabbed onto her hand, and pulled up a chair. She pressed Tamara’s hand to her cheek and just gazed at her, a million thoughts running through her head. Tim came up beside her, and rested his hand on the back of her neck. 

“What’s on your mind?” Tim asked. “And don’t try and lie to me, Lucille.” 

Lucy rolled her eyes at his use of her full name. “Don’t call me Lucille.” She snapped, but sighed, and explained. “I was mad at her earlier. I was mad at her, and she was probably terrified. We could have lost her today, and all I cared about at the time was that she was missing school.”

“Luce-“ 

“I was mad at her over something so stupid, for no reason, too. So what she skipped class? She works so hard she should be allowed to rebel a little bit. I should have realized that it wasn’t like her to not respond to me. I should have driven her to school today, I should have let her stay home-“ Lucy rambled, more tears falling from her eyes. 

“Lucy-“

“She didn’t deserve this. She worked so hard to buy this car, and now all her hard work is gone. Her car is totalled, and she’s going to be crushed. She deserves to have a car, to have a safe space with her at school after not having that for so long-“

“Lucy.” Tim said, finally catching her attention. “Baby, you’re rambling, and none if it really makes sense.” 

“Sorry.”

“No, no don’t apologize, but you do need to calm down. That’s what she needs right now. She needs her mama to be the cool and collected one, right now, at least. We don’t want her feeling guilty for crashing her car, or her thinking that we’re mad that we had to leave work. She just needs us to show her that we’re here for her, and show her how much we love her.” He said, and Lucy nodded. 

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” She said, and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep, calming breath. 

“And about the car, we can just get her a new one.” He said, and Lucy looked at him like he had 10 heads. 

“What?” Lucy exclaimed. “How?”

“With the money I got from selling my father’s house.” He said, shrugging as he did. 

“You mean the money that you were saving to buy yourself a new car?” Lucy asked. 

“Yeah.” He said. Lucy shook her head in disbelief at him. “Look, Luce.” He explained. “The car I wanted was just that, a want. But Tamara just lost her car. The car that takes her to school and back every day, the car that she worked so hard to buy. She needs a car, and I’m willing to use the money to buy her something that she needs instead of something that I wanted.” 

“So you’re not gonna be sad every time you see a Tesla, and you’re not going to be singing “That Should Be Me” in your head?” Lucy joked, and Tim rolled his eyes, before grasping Lucy’s chin in his hand, and leaning in. 

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” 

Lucy hummed. “Yeah, I do. I’m hilarious.” 

Tim and Lucy shared a laugh, and had just started to lean in when Tamara began to move, and make noises. They immediately pulled apart; Tim shot up from his seat and resumed his place by her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin, while Lucy held on tighter to her hand, and shifted from the chair to the bed beside her leg. 

“Mmmm-mm,” Tamara whimpered, and opened her eyes, blinking at the harsh light. 

“I’ll go get the doctor, okay, T?” Tim whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead again, before heading out of the room in search of Grace. She nodded, squeezing her eyes closed. She opened her mouth again and attempted to talk again. 

“M-ma-“ Tamara said, and Lucy furrowed her brows, confused on what Tamara was trying to say. 

“Take your time, baby,” Lucy encouraged, leaning closer. 

Tamara’s face crumpled up slightly, and she was finally able to speak, as tears began to stream down her face. “M-mama,” she whisper-cried, and Lucy immediately helped her sit up, and wrapped her up in her arms, a warm feeling spreading through her chest after hearing her call her Mama for the first time. She knew Tamara probably didn’t know what exactly she was saying, but it meant that she saw her as her mom. And Lucy also knew that she needed to lean into it, to show her that she accepts her as her daughter, and that she loves her.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Lucy whispered into her ear. “You’re okay, Mama’s got you.” 

“W-where’s D-Dad?” Tamara said, and Lucy smiled, hearing the name, knowing Tim would cry.

“He went to go get Grace,” She explained. “Dr. Grace is just going to make sure that you’re okay, and then as soon as we are able to, me and Dad are going to bring you home, okay?” 

Tamara nodded, burrowing her head into Lucy’s neck. Lucy adjusted her position, laying back on the bed, and helping Tamara lay down, resting her head on her chest. Lucy started to play with her hair as Tim walked back in. 

“She’s on her way, she got pulled into another surgery, but she said to press the nurse’s station button if anything is wrong.” He said, walking over to the side of the bed, and taking up refuge in Lucy’s previous spot on the bed. He took Tamara’s hand, and rubbed his thumb back and forth. “How are you doing, T?” He asked. 

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” Tamara whimpered as she started to cry. Lucy hushed her quietly, her hand traveling down to rub her back. “I crashed the car. I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

Tim leaned forward. “It’s okay, bubba. I’m not mad, neither is Mom. It was just a car.” He soothed.

Lucy smiled, seeing tears in Tim’s eyes. She knew that it was a mixture of being thankful that Tamara was okay, and extreme happiness that Tamara called him dad. 

“A car can be replaced.” Lucy explained. “You, however, cannot be replaced.” 

“Yeah, bubba.” Tim said, pressing a kiss to her hand. “There’s no replacing our daughter, you know that right?” 

“D-Daughter?” Tamara stuttered, and both Tim and Lucy nodded. 

“Of course you are. You are so important to us, T. And we want you to know this because we know your birthday is coming up, and that you’re stressed about having to move out, and we want you to know that we want you to stay. Especially after today, we want you where we know you’re going to be safe.” Tim explained. 

“You’re our girl,” Lucy said, kissing Tamara’s head. “You’re with us forever, okay?” 

“Even when I annoy you?” Tamara asked, a small smile on her face. 

Tim laughed. “Especially then.”

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Hi, the name's Ish, and I'm just a very awkward teen guy who sounds like a golden retriever but is not. Nice to meet ya. He/him but gender neutral's cool too.

I'm... supposedly an INTP (or INTJ? Still working it out), but best not to ask. I have an identity crisis almost every other day. Probably INTP. Still not sure. Help.

Please do not ask me to speak in Hindi, I will probably make you cry from how horrible my vocabulary is. Course B go wiiiiii

I also have a horrible tagging style. Sorry about that. Did I mention I apologize and use the crying emoji a lot? If I didn't, now you know.

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Likes: Academia, books in general, poetry, animanga (I'm sounding super nerdish now aaa), talking to the peeps I like, fictional characters, COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEE, being alone (please talk to me though, I like you guys talking to me). Also, lazing around is a given I relate to Nagi so much. Please talk to me about your interests, I would love that.

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