#but then again i wouldn't want to work for a clinic that expects that of me anyway

[fatliberation]

they have a point though. you wouldn't need everyone to accommodate you if you just lost weight, but you're too lazy to stick to a healthy diet and exercise. it's that simple. I'd like to see you back up your claims, but you have no proof. you have got to stop lying to yourselves and face the facts

Must I go through this again? Fine. FINE. You guys are working my nerves today. You want to talk about facing the facts? Let's face the fucking facts.

In 2022, the US market cap of the weight loss industry was $75 billion [1, 3]. In 2021, the global market cap of the weight loss industry was estimated at $224.27 billion [2]. 

In 2020, the market shrunk by about 25%, but rebounded and then some since then [1, 3] By 2030, the global weight loss industry is expected to be valued at $405.4 billion [2]. If diets really worked, this industry would fall overnight. 

1. LaRosa, J. March 10, 2022. "U.S. Weight Loss Market Shrinks by 25% in 2020 with Pandemic, but Rebounds in 2021." Market Research Blog. 2. Staff. February 09, 2023. "[Latest] Global Weight Loss and Weight Management Market Size/Share Worth." Facts and Factors Research. 3. LaRosa, J. March 27, 2023. "U.S. Weight Loss Market Partially Recovers from the Pandemic." Market Research Blog.

Over 50 years of research conclusively demonstrates that virtually everyone who intentionally loses weight by manipulating their eating and exercise habits will regain the weight they lost within 3-5 years. And 75% will actually regain more weight than they lost [4].

4. Mann, T., Tomiyama, A.J., Westling, E., Lew, A.M., Samuels, B., Chatman, J. (2007). "Medicare’s Search For Effective Obesity Treatments: Diets Are Not The Answer." The American Psychologist, 62, 220-233. U.S. National Library of Medicine, Apr. 2007.

The annual odds of a fat person attaining a so-called “normal” weight and maintaining that for 5 years is approximately 1 in 1000 [5].

5. Fildes, A., Charlton, J., Rudisill, C., Littlejohns, P., Prevost, A.T., & Gulliford, M.C. (2015). “Probability of an Obese Person Attaining Normal Body Weight: Cohort Study Using Electronic Health Records.” American Journal of Public Health, July 16, 2015: e1–e6.

Doctors became so desperate that they resorted to amputating parts of the digestive tract (bariatric surgery) in the hopes that it might finally result in long-term weight-loss. Except that doesn’t work either. [6] And it turns out it causes death [7],  addiction [8], malnutrition [9], and suicide [7].

6. Magro, Daniéla Oliviera, et al. “Long-Term Weight Regain after Gastric Bypass: A 5-Year Prospective Study - Obesity Surgery.” SpringerLink, 8 Apr. 2008. 7. Omalu, Bennet I, et al. “Death Rates and Causes of Death After Bariatric Surgery for Pennsylvania Residents, 1995 to 2004.” Jama Network, 1 Oct. 2007.  8. King, Wendy C., et al. “Prevalence of Alcohol Use Disorders Before and After Bariatric Surgery.” Jama Network, 20 June 2012.  9. Gletsu-Miller, Nana, and Breanne N. Wright. “Mineral Malnutrition Following Bariatric Surgery.” Advances In Nutrition: An International Review Journal, Sept. 2013.

Evidence suggests that repeatedly losing and gaining weight is linked to cardiovascular disease, stroke, diabetes and altered immune function [10].

10. Tomiyama, A Janet, et al. “Long‐term Effects of Dieting: Is Weight Loss Related to Health?” Social and Personality Psychology Compass, 6 July 2017.

Prescribed weight loss is the leading predictor of eating disorders [11].

11. Patton, GC, et al. “Onset of Adolescent Eating Disorders: Population Based Cohort Study over 3 Years.” BMJ (Clinical Research Ed.), 20 Mar. 1999.

The idea that “obesity” is unhealthy and can cause or exacerbate illnesses is a biased misrepresentation of the scientific literature that is informed more by bigotry than credible science [12]. 

12. Medvedyuk, Stella, et al. “Ideology, Obesity and the Social Determinants of Health: A Critical Analysis of the Obesity and Health Relationship” Taylor & Francis Online, 7 June 2017.

“Obesity” has no proven causative role in the onset of any chronic condition [13, 14] and its appearance may be a protective response to the onset of numerous chronic conditions generated from currently unknown causes [15, 16, 17, 18].

13. Kahn, BB, and JS Flier. “Obesity and Insulin Resistance.” The Journal of Clinical Investigation, Aug. 2000. 14. Cofield, Stacey S, et al. “Use of Causal Language in Observational Studies of Obesity and Nutrition.” Obesity Facts, 3 Dec. 2010.  15. Lavie, Carl J, et al. “Obesity and Cardiovascular Disease: Risk Factor, Paradox, and Impact of Weight Loss.” Journal of the American College of Cardiology, 26 May 2009.  16. Uretsky, Seth, et al. “Obesity Paradox in Patients with Hypertension and Coronary Artery Disease.” The American Journal of Medicine, Oct. 2007.  17. Mullen, John T, et al. “The Obesity Paradox: Body Mass Index and Outcomes in Patients Undergoing Nonbariatric General Surgery.” Annals of Surgery, July 2005. 18. Tseng, Chin-Hsiao. “Obesity Paradox: Differential Effects on Cancer and Noncancer Mortality in Patients with Type 2 Diabetes Mellitus.” Atherosclerosis, Jan. 2013.

Fatness was associated with only 1/3 the associated deaths that previous research estimated and being “overweight” conferred no increased risk at all, and may even be a protective factor against all-causes mortality relative to lower weight categories [19].

19. Flegal, Katherine M. “The Obesity Wars and the Education of a Researcher: A Personal Account.” Progress in Cardiovascular Diseases, 15 June 2021.

Studies have observed that about 30% of so-called “normal weight” people are “unhealthy” whereas about 50% of so-called “overweight” people are “healthy”. Thus, using the BMI as an indicator of health results in the misclassification of some 75 million people in the United States alone [20]. 

20. Rey-López, JP, et al. “The Prevalence of Metabolically Healthy Obesity: A Systematic Review and Critical Evaluation of the Definitions Used.” Obesity Reviews : An Official Journal of the International Association for the Study of Obesity, 15 Oct. 2014.

While epidemiologists use BMI to calculate national obesity rates (nearly 35% for adults and 18% for kids), the distinctions can be arbitrary. In 1998, the National Institutes of Health lowered the overweight threshold from 27.8 to 25—branding roughly 29 million Americans as fat overnight—to match international guidelines. But critics noted that those guidelines were drafted in part by the International Obesity Task Force, whose two principal funders were companies making weight loss drugs [21].

21. Butler, Kiera. “Why BMI Is a Big Fat Scam.” Mother Jones, 25 Aug. 2014. 

Body size is largely determined by genetics [22].

22. Wardle, J. Carnell, C. Haworth, R. Plomin. “Evidence for a strong genetic influence on childhood adiposity despite the force of the obesogenic environment” American Journal of Clinical Nutrition Vol. 87, No. 2, Pages 398-404, February 2008.

Healthy lifestyle habits are associated with a significant decrease in mortality regardless of baseline body mass index [23].  

23. Matheson, Eric M, et al. “Healthy Lifestyle Habits and Mortality in Overweight and Obese Individuals.” Journal of the American Board of Family Medicine : JABFM, U.S. National Library of Medicine, 25 Feb. 2012.

Weight stigma itself is deadly. Research shows that weight-based discrimination increases risk of death by 60% [24].

24. Sutin, Angela R., et al. “Weight Discrimination and Risk of Mortality .” Association for Psychological Science, 25 Sept. 2015.

Fat stigma in the medical establishment [25] and society at large arguably [26] kills more fat people than fat does [27, 28, 29].

25. Puhl, Rebecca, and Kelly D. Bronwell. “Bias, Discrimination, and Obesity.” Obesity Research, 6 Sept. 2012. 26. Engber, Daniel. “Glutton Intolerance: What If a War on Obesity Only Makes the Problem Worse?” Slate, 5 Oct. 2009.  27. Teachman, B. A., Gapinski, K. D., Brownell, K. D., Rawlins, M., & Jeyaram, S. (2003). Demonstrations of implicit anti-fat bias: The impact of providing causal information and evoking empathy. Health Psychology, 22(1), 68–78. 28. Chastain, Ragen. “So My Doctor Tried to Kill Me.” Dances With Fat, 15 Dec. 2009. 29. Sutin, Angelina R, Yannick Stephan, and Antonio Terraciano. “Weight Discrimination and Risk of Mortality.” Psychological Science, 26 Nov. 2015.

There's my "proof." Where is yours?

[justwinginglife]

Just What The Doctor Ordered (A Soshiro Hoshina One Shot)

Y'all know the drill- it's NSFW time.

It's late afternoon and you're typing away at your computer, inputting your latest medical report. You document everything about your last patient, what findings you saw, how you treated the condition, your follow-up instructions for future treatment, the usual.

You're a doctor on base at the Third Division and though usually you see patients either one at a time for their annual check-up's or all at once after a massive battle, at this point in time you have an unusually large gap in your schedule and you plan to make the most of it. You enjoy the peace and quiet because you know that working here, anything could happen at any time and you could be called in the middle of the night if a Kaiju so happened to strike.

You finish your report and lean back in your chair, taking a bite out of an apple you'd rested on top of your desk. You never know when you'll be needed so you make sure to snack when you can to keep your energy up. You stare at the fruit in your hand and laugh to yourself, "Guess an apple a day doesn't scare the doctor away after all." You shrug and start organizing your medical supply cart when suddenly you hear the clinic door open.

You look up to see your favorite patient smirking at you, leaning against the door frame as he clutches his wounded arm. "Soshiro." You say, shaking your head at him, "Didn't I tell you to stop getting hurt?"

He chuckles and pulls himself off of the door frame, sauntering towards you, blood dripping down his skin. "You know I'd do anything to see my favorite doctor."

You knew that was true as you had slowly started noticing he'd become a frequent flyer at the medical clinic, some injuries large, some injuries small. He'd even come in for a papercut once, the cheeky bastard. And he'd always wait for you. There were other doctors and nurses available but even if he was on the verge of death he wouldn't let anyone touch him but you.

You pick up some bandages and something to disinfect his arm. You grab his arm forcefully, leaning in to examine it, to which he grins. "Love it when you man handle me."

You roll your eyes and start cleaning the wound, though the corner of your lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile. He watches as you carefully bandage the cut up. "There- good as new." You say to him, expecting him to flash you that smirk again, maybe press a kiss to your hand, and say "Until next time, doc" as he saunters off down the hallway. But he doesn't do that this time. His eyes remain on you, lips curling into a sly smile.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Yes, Soshiro? What is it?"

He licks his lips, and leans back on the medical table, propping himself up by his hands resting behind him. His legs spread slightly, revealing a growing bulge in his pants. "Oh you know. I thought we could squeeze in some time for my physical."

You smirk. "Oh really now? And I suppose you'll want me to be extra thorough?"

He winks at you. "Oh baby, I want you to examine every inch of me."

You laugh, amused by his bold attitude today, but the laugh trails off as you realize he's slipped his raging boner out of his pants and wrapped his muscled hand around it.

"And I know exactly which inches you can start with." He whispers, leaning in towards you, his eyes daring yours not to look away as he strokes himself.

Something changes in you. You exhale loudly, the breath a little shaky, as you bite down on your lower lip hard. "Fuck." The sight of him edging himself on, rubbing that thumb of his across his own wet tip, causes a warm sensation to pool in your underwear. You desperately want to know what he tastes like.

He gives you a cocky grin as you get on your knees in front of him but you can tell his heart must be racing as fast as yours because he starts to flush a little at the sight of you positioned like this. In an instant, you close the distance and take his throbbing cock in your mouth. He groans and grips the edge of the medical table tight with one hand, pushing your head in deeper with the other hand. You choke a little and he thinks he might just cum now at the sight of your flushed face, saliva dripping from your mouth as you struggle to take all of his length in. He releases his hand from the back of your head and uses a finger to collect the saliva from your chin, bringing it up to his mouth to taste. He moans into his finger as you suck harder.

You love the taste of him, the way his precum slicks against your tongue, the way his dick gets acquainted with the back of your throat. Still gagging on him hard, you slide your knees apart slightly and slide a hand down in between your legs, slipping your soaked underwear down just slightly so you can finger your dripping pussy. His eyes widen at the sight and he grips the medical table harder, panting "Fucking hell."

For a moment, he just watches as you slide him in and out of your mouth while you touch yourself, his dick hardening itself further against the walls of your throat. Then he can't take it anymore. He balls up your hair in a fist and pulls you off his dripping cock. "That's enough now." He growls. He yanks you to your feet and your panties slip the rest of the way down your legs, crumpling on the floor. Then he gets on his knees and presses hungry kisses to your stomach and your hips before taking the rim of your skirt in his teeth and dragging it down your legs. He licks his lips as he eyes your cunt, bursting at the seams for him. He shoves two fingers deep into his mouth, thoroughly coating them, before he quickly shoves them into you. You yelp as you feel him enter you, his movements desperate and hungry. He savors the feeling of you clenching around him, slicking his fingers with your lust for him, as he pumps them in and out of you, curling his fingers slightly to hit just the right spot. He licks and sucks at your clit as he continues to finger you at a hard but steady pace.

"S-Soshiro." You moan. He pulls his head away from your clit, wanting to see what you look like moaning his name. He groans, not quite expecting the fire it lit in him. You're grasping your breast in one hand, thumb circling your nipple, and your head is thrown back in pleasure. He yanks his fingers out of you quickly, licking them clean as he stands up to face you. He wants that fucking neck of yours, it's like it was made for him the way it's arching like that. He wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you to him, gripping your hip hard with his other hand.

"God, when you fucking say my name." He snarls. Without another word, he's sucking and biting at your neck. The movements wet and messy as though he couldn't care less how he takes you in as long as he gets to devour you. He grinds up against your hips, his cock banging in between your legs as he marks up the length of your neck. He decides he wants to claim your mouth now so after a couple of nips at your jaw he dives into you with his tongue. The kisses are passionate and hungry. His tongue is needy, as though it's been set ablaze and the only thing that can save him is your tongue. He bites down on your lower lip, pulling it back a little with his teeth before releasing. "So fucking perfect." He murmurs as he begins to rub his thumb over the spot where he bit down on your bottom lip.

Then he decides he's had a better idea. He suddenly turns you around and bends you over the medical table. He admires the curve of your ass for a moment, giving it a squeeze, before he plunges his impatient cock into your pussy. You breathing gets heavy and the harsh sounds escaping your pretty lips drives him wild, causing him to thrust into you faster and harder. He digs his fingers into your hip and wraps his other hand around your marked up throat. It's just enough pressure to know he's there, but the sensation sends another moan tumbling out of your lips as more of your pussy dribbles onto his cock.

He smirks as he feels how wet you are. "Such a good fucking girl for me." He growls as he continues pumping into you vigorously.

You whimper and grab at your breast again, riding out the feeling. Then you feel it, a warmth that's started to burn in your core. "Ah fuck Soshiro!" You swear, the words coming out louder than you expected. You clap a hand over your mouth and he smirks again. He yanks the hand from your mouth and pins it roughly behind your back.

"None of that now, darling. I want to hear every filthy little thing that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours."

You groan hearing that and it earns you another sharp thrust. "Soshiro you better not fucking stop, I'm so fucking close goddamnit."

He chuckles darkly. "I wouldn't dream of it. Now be a good girl and soak my cock with your cum, yeah baby?"

You nod emphatically, "Yes baby, fuck yes baby." Your moans get louder as you start to convulse, your walls shuddering around his erection as your orgasm floods out of you. The feeling of the warm liquid dripping down his aching cock as he fucks you harder is enough to send him over the edge as well. With a couple more thrusts, he's soaked you in his cum. He collapses on top of your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he groans, riding out the wave of ecstasy.

You pull away from each other finally, leaning on opposite ends of the medical table trying to catch your breath.

Then he smirks at you as he pulls his clothes back on. "Same time tomorrow, doc?"

You roll your eyes and move to grab a towel to clean yourself up.

He's hit with a sudden wave of possessiveness as he realizes you're trying to wipe away the mess he's made in and on you. He knows you need to get cleaned up but somehow he was hoping to see you drenched in him a little longer. He snatches your wrist suddenly, causing you to drop the towel.

"No one's cleaning you up but me." He pushes you down so that your back hits the medical table. Then he starts to lick his cum off of your inner thighs first. His eyes flit upwards to your soaked mound and an involuntary growl rumbles up his throat.

"Yeah forget about tomorrow. We're going for round two now."

[envy-of-the-apple]

ok i like the idea of reader going to shoko thinking she’s normal physician (not knowing she only works for sorcerers) and asks for a checkup. one thing leads to another and reader has to continue meeting her for ‘check-up’s’ frequently…..

how does it feel to be the smartest person in the room bestie????

@mynahx3 hiiiiiiiiii<3

Trust the Professionals

Dark!Ieiri Shoko x reader

Synopsis: Doctor Ieiri has a new treatment she’s eager to try on you

Word count: 2.2k

(Warnings: Dubcon/noncon, manipulation, vaginal fingering, dark content, mc's kinda dumb, self-gaslighting lmaooo, hospital kink? im pretty sure this is some type of kink but idk whats its called)

For the longest time, you never really believed in ghosts.

You weren't really the religious type. You went to church every so often, but you weren't invested. It's why it took you a while to get around to the idea that spirits were real, and one was particularly attached to you.

Luckily, the Shamans always seemed happy to help.

"It's back again, huh?" Doctor Ieiri asked.

You nodded, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. She doesn't look like a Shaman. You were expecting more bells and bracelets. Traditional clothing. Doctor Ieiri was always dressed in a labcoat, professional makeup that did little to cover lack of sleep. She looks like she just fell out of a hospital drama.

Despite her looks, you knew she was pretty good at her job. She was the only person who'd gotten rid of your spirit problem. At least, for a little while.

You don't know what she meant exactly, but the spirit ("Cursed spirit," she corrected one too many times) was a replicator. It needed to be exorcised multiple times to fully disappear. This has been your third visit so far.

You watched as her eyes followed something right above your head. She hummed, leaning forward on the desk, tapping her perfectly manicured fingers.

"That's strange," she murmurs, "usually, by the third, it's gone."

You wilt at that. A part of you feels guilty for taking so much of the Doctor's time. All of the appointments so far had been free, but you wouldn't blame her if she started asking for payment, or if she turned you away completely.

She straightens her back.

"Clearly, regular exorcisms aren't working." She states the obvious. "So far, they've just been a temporary fix. There's one more thing we could try but..."

For the first time since you've seen her, Doctor Ieiri hesitates. You look at her.

"Not many prefer this procedure." She explains. "It's a little...unorthodox."

Her reluctance should give you a warning, but you've already spent days putting off this appointment, willing for your cursed problem to go away, spending hours tossing and turning in bed, feeling something crawling up your back with too many legs and too many teeth.

"Anything." You say. "Anything to make this go away."

There's a glint in her eye. Something not quite a smile tugs on her face before it's gone. She stands up, prompting you to do the same. In her hands is a neatly folded hospital gown.

"You can put your clothes over there." She mentions to a chair. "Including your undergarments, please."

She must notice your discomfort because her tone becomes less clinical.

"We can stop whenever you want." She tells you. "But stopping in the middle is typically discouraged. Curses are pretty fickle."

You nod. "Okay, Doctor."

"Please, just call me Shoko." She gives a tired smile. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible for this."

You don't feel comfortable calling her by her given name, but Ieir-Shoko looks so pleased when you let her name reluctantly leave your lips, and you feel too bad to retort.

She steps out of the room shortly after handing you the gown. You put your clothes on the chair, she pointed out. When Shoko knocks, you're already seated on the examination table, swathed in the the thin fabric.

"You follow directions well." She's wearing a surgical mask now but looks satisfied with your compliance. You give a shy smile.

"Let's start with a general overlook for now." She says. "It'd be helpful if we can pinpoint where the curse originated."

You nod, but you can't push away the nervousness as Shoko gently pushes past the fabric. She's wearing gloves, but the rubber is a flimsy barrier to her warm fingers. Her hands brush past your clavicle, and the plastic gown easily yields for her touch. You gasp when she touches your tits, fingers lightly brushing over the nipple. The room is so cold. You're so sensitive. You stiffen against her touch.

She notices, pulling back to see your face. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no." You smile, but it feels watery. "Just nerves." You can't read her expression. The mask hides everything.

She hums, and you're grateful she doesn't comment on how jittery you are. You hold in your reaction when she lightly presses on your breast. Her thumb flicks over your nipple again. You'd call it sensual if you weren't thoroughly convinced that Shoko was a professional and you were the weird one here.

She pulls away eventually, and you sag in relief. It was over. You don't think you could do that again.

"It's not coming from your upper body." Shoko murmurs. "Would you mind if I untied your gown? It'll be better if I can see everything."

You hesitate, unsure, but Shoko's previous words make your rejection waver. Curses are fickle creatures. In the end, you let her unwrap the gown.

There's no real point to it now. You're fully displayed on the examination table, legs spread, leaning back on your hands. It's embarrassing. You can feel yourself heat up at how exposed you are, especially considering Shoko is still wearing her lab coat and that mask.

But Shoko says nothing about it. Right, she's a professional. Instead, she starts pulling off her gloves.

"I'll be able to locate the cursed location more effectively without a barrier." She explains and you nod along.

She starts with your foot, gently squeezing your foot. It feels nice, like a massage. You languish in the touch, only getting concerned when her prodding starts going up her calf.

Shoko rubs circles along your inner calf. Something wells within you, but you're pushing it down because Shoko is a professional. Instead, you lift yourself off the table just to feel more in control.

"Not here either," Shoko murmurs to herself. "Maybe I need to go a little deeper."

Your eyes widen when she rests a single finger at the entrance of your pussy.

"Doctor, I—I don't think that's—" with one motion, she buries her finger inside you.

You're already shamefully wet. Your walls are already clenching down her nimble finger. You can't help it, you shudder, giving out a breathy whine.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" For some reason, you can hear a smile in Shoko's voice as she starts pumping her finger in and out of your sopping pussy. "You can talk. I'm great at multitasking."

"I—I was just saying—saying Doctor, you—" Her finger curls, and you are interrupted by another moan.

"Shoko." She reminds you her voice firm and calm and a total juxtaposition to the way her thumb is circling over your sensitive clit. "I want you to stay calm and relaxed throughout this procedure, okay?"

"Shoko." You keen and you're sure her breath hitches but your brain is numb and she's still wearing that mask. "This—This just feels a—a bit strange and I—"

She coos in sympathy. "It's all part of the process. Just relax, okay? You're doing so well for me."

At this point, you're leaning back on your elbows. The new angle jolts pleasure up and down your spine. It gets even worse when Shoko adds a second finger, stretching your sensitive walls out even further.

"I think the curse is getting closer. We're almost there." Her voice is soft and breathy in your ear and you can hardly understand that she's taken off her mask. "Just a little more. Just a bit further. So so good for me. You're doing so well, baby."

Your orgasm hits you like a train. All at once, you seize up on her fingers, your thighs squeezing together and your moan resembles more of a scream than anything human. Shoko keeps going as the orgasm smashes your broken body like grass.

She stops when you give one last shudder before collapsing onto the examination table. You lie there, breasts heaving, eyes glazed. You're so far out of it that you don't even notice the way she licks her wet fingers.

It takes a few seconds for you to gather your bearings. When you do, you're mortified. You shoot up from the table, covering yourself up with the flimsy gown, ready to apologize when Shoko asks:

"How do you feel?"

It's such an innocent question. It takes you off-guard. Sensitive, is your first answer, but then you think some more and you realize that you can't really feel the dread or the weight on your shoulders anymore.

"You...exorcised it?" No, this felt different from the last two exorcisms she performed on you. Now, you feel five years younger.

She grins, pleased.

"Yes. I found the origin point." She explains. "Even if it ever comes back, it'll be smaller and easier to deal with."

You nod, still recovering from your high as you roll your shoulder. Everything feels so good.

"Wow," you say, "I—thank you! Thank you so much!"

She pulls back, accepting your gratitude with a soft expression.

"We're done for today." She tells you at last. "You're free to put on your clothes. Can't imagine that gown is very comfortable."

You wait for her to leave. She doesn't, sitting back behind her desk, typing away at her computer. There's no real point of you having privacy, is there? After all, you basically just showed her everything.

Still, when you go to put on your clothes, you can feel eyes on you, trailing down your body, your ass. It isn't Shoko. She's always busy with her keyboard, diligent as always. You were feeling things.

One garment was missing, however. As discreetly as you could, you searched around for it, glancing at the floor, underneath the chair. You swore you left it with the other clothes. How could it just disappear?

"Something wrong?"

Shoko's peering up at you, head tilted. You open your mouth. But then you decide they aren't worth the further embarrassment.

"Nothing." You give a nervous grin. "Just nothing."

Shoko can still taste you when Satoru visits her hours after your appointment.

"Get out," she says. Satoru just grins, shutting the door behind him. It was worth a shot.

"I see your favorite little patient had another check-up," he says, "still haven't disclosed we aren't exactly in the personal exorcism business, have ya'?"

Shoko shrugs. "It's a personal project. Don't worry about it."

"Right, you say that buuuuut 'can't help but notice that our lovely non-sorcerer still has a curse swimming around—"Satoru clicks his tongue. "—It's fourth grade, too. This deskwork is making you go soft, Shoko. Maybe I should start dragging you out to missions."

"Did you exorcise it?" Ugh, that would be a pain. Shoko spent so long cultivating that curse to work in her favor.

Gojo grins. "Nah."

"A residual curse." Satoru continues. "Harmless, but pesky enough to be noticed if it isn't dealt with in a couple days. Smart."

By Saturday, to be more exact. Shoko has already cleared her schedule. She can already hear your voice crackling through the phone, sweetly apologizing for such short notice, but would it be possible to book an appointment? She won't tell you that, nor will she tell Satoru. Though, she has a feeling the bastard already knows.

Said bastard is rifling through her drawers. She frowns when he pulls out your panties.

"Aw, these are so cute!" Satoru gushes, shamefully twirling the fabric on his finger. "Are you starting a collection? This some kind of trophy? Hey, I don't judge."

"It's wrong to take things without permission," Shoko says.

"I should be telling you that." Satoru grins. "Y'know, our precious non-sorcerer is kinda' cute. Maybe I should pay a visit—"

Shoko bolts up from her chair. She stares at him. Gojo stops playing with the frills. He's still smiling.

"Easy, easy." He says, but he hands her the fabric anyway. "Damn, I had a feeling, but you're whipped for this one, are n'tcha? Do I hear wedding bells?"

She rolls her eyes. "Get out."

He obliges with a snicker, proving that he only came to mess with her. What did she expect? With a sigh, she collapses back onto her seat.

She dangles your panties in one hand. She refuses to sniff them again, even though your taste and your smell are still swirling around in her head. They must have looked so cute on you. Next time, she'll put cameras in the room, just so she can have a playback of you shyly shucking off your clothes before compliantly slipping on the gown. She wouldn't know what would be more tantalizing to watch; the show or your utter obedience.

Satoru was, unfortunately, right. Shoko was crazy for you, even though you clearly didn't carry the same feelings. That's okay. In this line of work, Shoko knows she has to take what she wants, that letting her desires go is for those like Satoru.

So Shoko will lie and coax and manipulate until you're seated pliantly in her grasp. And maybe if Satoru behaves, he'll get a wedding invite.

And if you still don't yield...well, there's always plan B.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 84 (Checking In On the Clinic - and Another Baby Boom??)

cw: it's not a Conther baby I'll just say that right now. Sorry!

On top of her responsibilities to her family, Heather worked hard to keep Buttercup Pet Clinic's great reputation, but life at work was rarely easy.

She'd recently noticed a dip in her ratings and was tech-savvy enough to realize she'd been targeted. She traced the IPs to an address connected to George Brindleton's old company and gave the evidence to Conrad.

"He's trying to hurt my business because he's still sore over losing his, but as long as he's not going after the kids, I can take whatever he wants to throw at me. My clients know how good we are."

Conrad remembered his threat to sniff around Brindleton & Sons old financial files, but with this evidence he had cause for something better. "We're filing a restraining order," he insisted. "For you and the kids, because next time he might try to do more than hire a bot farm to drag your reviews down. But if I have to stay away from him, too, I can't look into his finances, if it comes to it."

"Is a restraining order really necessary? What if it makes him more upset? I'll always let you know if I hear from him again, but I'd love to just forget we ever met him."

Conrad nodded apologetically. "It's necessary. He just needed to do something stupid like this before I could file for one. Just keep focused on your clinic. I've got my eye on George Brindleton."

Heather tried to increase the value of her clinic's furnishings, but she lacked a real aesthetic eye and now she also had marketing expenses. With every passing day she worked hard, and though sometimes it never seemed enough, George Brindleton wouldn't break her.

One cold winter morning, Kaori Hayashi, Heather's best vet tech, tended to local blacksmith Abby Harms' Australian Shepherd, Jax. As Heather finished with another patient, Spencer Pancakes surprised her old friend when she brought her dog, JJ, to the clinic.

It wasn't that she'd brought her pet, as she had so many times before, but Spencer sported a sizable baby bump, too.

"Spencer! I can't believe it! I thought the doctors said-"

"They were wrong!" (Mod conflicts! Sorta wrecks the surrogacy storyline but also whatever.) "Needless to say, we didn't expect it. We kept it to ourselves until Dr. Scott said we were healthy. We wanted to tell you!"

"Are you feeling okay about it? I know you didn't want a big family."

Spencer sighed. "Everett's thrilled. I had to move another work trip to Selvadorada, but I'm making the best of it. I took my mom's advice and started painting, and it's nice that Lydia and I are pregnant at the same time. Since it's her first and I need all the help I can get, we're kind of in it together. The pregnancy really does feel like a miracle, and Everett's an incredible father."

"Your boys have a great mom, too." Spencer offered a pitiful smile, and Heather remembered her last visit with Spencer's father-in-law. "Bob came in with one of his cats back in the fall and he mentioned he was worried about you. I kept meaning to call and plan a trip like he suggested, but life's been so busy, and...I didn't want to believe what he was saying, I guess. It didn't feel like any of my business."

(Quick for new readers, Heather doesn't want to intrude on their family because Jett is her biological son with Everett, conceived via science as Heather was their surrogate. She's tried to set a clear boundary to avoid any confusion for or about toddler Jett.)

Spencer nodded. "Bob means well. And I'm doing okay, really. The baby kicks all the time. Like right now. Here: feel. Since we moved back to Henford, it's been better. We haven't had any snow yet!"

"Don't remind me. I miss the mild winters in Henford, but Ash really loves the snow. It's great enjoying it through his eyes."

"The boys love living with my parents and running through the fields like we did. Everett's family comes around all the time, and he's happier at the parish in Henford. Oh! Would you believe that old fox, Pawbin Hood, is still alive?! He's still wearing the Sherwood Forest get up you bought from the creature keeper when we were fourteen!"

"I guess I'm not surprised; I swear, the foxes will outlive us all. Everett thinks they react differently to the wild mushrooms than sims do." Gently, she steered the conversation back to her friend. "And all of that sounds great for everybody else. But what about you, Spence?"

"On days I'm feeling overwhelmed, I'm just glad everyone's there to pick up the slack."

"What about work?"

"Paused for now, I guess. At this point I won't get back to Selvadorada until this one's out of diapers." She pointed to her bump. "But if you can get away, you should come with me next time I go. You're just as good at identifying artifacts, and you love exploring the jungle as much as I do."

"I would love that," Heather said, awash with nostalgia over their first trip to the jungle for Spencer's bachelorette. After their quick visit, she tended to JJ - who was fine other than a mild case of lava nose - and she sent them on their way with a refill of organic disinfectant spray to keep treating him.

Later that afternoon, Heather took a moment to relax and hydrate when she was met by another surprise visitor. The woman walked in heavily pregnant and disguised under a bandana and sunglasses, but Heather recognized her name from her digital sign-in sheet. "Emi Wise? You used to be Emi Kudo, didn't you? You were a vet tech here when I was in high school!"

Emi looked around to ensure she didn't recognize any other faces in the lobby. "I remember you and your parents," she admitted. "When I used VetConnect to find a clinic to help my Olive, I realized Sorrel Jackson sold you this place. I like the rebrand, and I liked it even better when I saw you got away from Landgraab Corp. I think you might be the only vet in Simlandia who can help us. That's the only reason I risked coming back here."

As Heather healed Olive in an exam room, Emi noted the place hadn't changed much since she'd worked there. "You've rebranded, and you should really invest in a whole new look. My husband's an architect, and I think he could design something incredible. When Olive has to come back for her follow-up appointment, I'll bring him with me so he can get a look at the place, if you want."

"That sounds great, actually. I'm always looking for ways to really spruce this place up!"

Heather called Conrad to set one more plate at the table for dinner before she invited Emi to her home next door. Grateful for Heather's hospitality so she and Olive could rest a little before their long journey home, Emi opened up about her life in the years since she'd left Brindleton Bay in such a hurry.

"I had an affair with a married man, and he chose his wife, of course. I was so young and naive. I had no idea what to do, but I knew I couldn't stay. So I bought a one-way plane ticket to Evergreen Valley because it felt far enough away from here. I met a man and fell in love a month after I got to town, and he raised the twins like they were his own from the day they were born. We had a son together, and this one will be a girl."

"It sounds to me like everything worked out for the best. You don't have to tell me who the father is, but there are rumours around town."

(Basically, it's a good thing Kaori finished up with Jax and Mrs. Harms before Emi and Olive showed up!)

Emi's face went white. "Please don't tell him or his wife I was here. I promised I wouldn't ever ask for a thing for the boys, but if they see me here they might think I want to cause trouble."

"Your secret's safe with me," Heather promised.

True to her word, Emi brought her husband Layne for Olive's follow up, and he and Heather spoke about plans to revamp the clinic completely - a total rebuild, with class, elegance, and in keeping with Brindleton Bay's coastal charms.

Buttercup Pet Clinic was a place where people felt comfortable being open and vulnerable, and Heather heard her fair share of gossip inside the clinic walls. She was becoming something of a neighbourhood confidante, and took it seriously when people trusted her with their problems. With this in mind, Layne offered to add a small cafe - a relaxed gathering place for owners to wait for their pets and sip coffee. Heather was excited, and couldn't wait for spring to get started on construction.

As a bonafide Friend of the Animals, Heather was pretty great with her human friends, too. And she wanted her clinic to reflect that. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: So my game had ANOTHER baby boom but now I think I'm maxed and need some elders to expire before more nooboos will generate randomly. That said, in addition to Emi and her husband (Layne Wise originally known as Leoric Weild), Everett & Spencer, and Lydia & Alexander, River and Cassandra are expecting again, too! That's two more grandkids for Bella!

I checked on the Gen 1 Nesbitt household, where River and Cassandra live with Neal, Daisy, and their son Michael (plus dog Bernadette and cat Duchess) and pregnant Cass got on an autonomous video call with her mom. 🥰

NOTE 2: It's been on my list to get Heather and Spencer back to Selvadorada for almost a decade (in game!). I'm trying to complete the Jungle Explorer aspiration with Spencer, but there really has not been a good time as they both have small kids or keep getting pregnant. The aspiration isn't a requirement for this generation and more a bonus goal for me, but I really want to do it so stay tuned!

Heather's had Adventurous as a bonus trait since they went on their first trip together, and ever since then she's just been able to use it for wild woohoo and being eager and excited about the Ambrosia Society's challenge, whereas Conrad was a lot more cautious (about the latter - the wild woohoo doesn't trouble him at all!)

NOTE 3: As always, I thank @rinseesims for adding the iconic Leoric Weild from her iconic UDC to the Sims 4 gallery because he makes a great dad/architect in this universe!

[creepy-friday]

Just came across your blog and I ended up binge-reading everything! I'm in love with the way you write the characters, specially the Proxies. And the female Proxy is definetly my favourite👌.

How it would be if, instead of being Slender's trusted minion and already a experienced Proxy, she was a newbie and fresh meat? Kinda like Cody, younger and dragged there with little to no choice because the Operator saw potential in them. Would the dynamics change, since she doesn't have a high rank to rely on?

Maybe Brian is appointed as her mentor and he gets advantage of her inexperience by corrupting her?

I'M VERY GLAD YOU ENJOY MY BLOG💖

Creepypasta Proxies x Newbie!Female Proxy

The overbearing silence after the buzzing static faded away was bringing in a new damned life.It's been a month since you were bought here,locked in your room until The Operator decided it was enough for you to settle in

It was time for you to meet again with the masked men that dragged you here-the same killers that were supposed to be your team, "allies" even

Every resident was looking down on you,even EJ that pitied you and looked at you with mercy behind his blue mask.The first time you had to pay a visit to his clinic he even asked if you are scared because deep down,his instinct made him to enjoy it

The harassing is real,but this time it's more dangerous.Remember,you're a helpless outsider in a place full of rapists,killers and awful fantasies.Walking down dark hallways is always in a hurry,same as eating and showering.

Since Brian was assigned to your ass,you're almost totally saved and worry free next to him,but he's also a piece of shit

He sees your potential,after all, if The Operator views you as valuable-then you're most certainly priceless.

He's a gentle guy,takes his sweet sweet time to teach you everything you need to know.

Sure,he respects you,but during training sessions he will do everything in his power to get you under him,sort of helpless.

"See,it's not that hard" he breathed out as he guided your hands on the right places "if you ever happen to find yourself in this position you know what to do now,right?" he smiled in a gentle manner,slowly standing up from above you,taking you by your hand with him."Do you want to reverse the roles?"

He will defend your name even if you are in the wrong during proxy meetings.He will keep on bringing up how fucked up all of them felt when they arrived there,and this point always works.(more or less for Masky)He knows how to pull the strings when he wants to

You already know the drill,Masky is a menace to work with,especially with newbies.Don't get me wrong,he doesn't expect you to be fully prepared to know shit,he enjoys having you dumb,but he will always make you feel like shit,he will try his best to bring a pained expression to your face because it makes him feel better and he's bored of Toby

Definitely uses you as a vent chat,no restrictions for him,from inventing some fucked up story to telling you about his miserable life from before the mansion and during the present since he doesn't expect you to stay

The only time he stops is when his friend gives him the sign.It's crazy,but he respects Brian more than he cares about breaking some of your lovely bones

Toby was more than glad to know another woman "joined in",especially since you're new and vulnerable,he now has the chance to look out for someone and to be needed

Altough Toby was the most unusual individual,Cody was the one to give you the creeps most of the times.And he does it on purpose

Since he's no longer the fresh meat everyone looks down to,he feels superior that now he has you around

He wouldn't bully you or make you feel bad on purpose, but he will definitely baby you around A LOT

Kate is complicated.She doesn't talk,she doesn't look at you,she doesn't make any effort to teach nor to train you.She looks down on you,and the only time she will open her mouth is to either tell you to stop what you're doing or to answer any of your questions with a phrase so vague it will make you have even more questions

Time is precious,so don't waste it.Every hour can be spent becoming stronger,but also every hour goes by terribly slow when around every fucking corner someone is gawking their eyes at you

[astrolavas]

Who do you think Hunter will stay with at the end of the show? Or who do you want him to stay with

tbh out of all the possible future caretakers of hunter, my primary hope for who will adopt him rn rly is camila. y'know, loved all the different possibilities too but…. camila ❤️❤️❤️ like, just. like. that's his MOMMMM

the vision of him living with camila (and luz and vee), going to hexside (cuz obv there's gonna a portal), and having a woodcarving mentorship under the clawthornes' and some mentorship under darius. and then once in a while occassionally staying over at the owl house.... Y'KNOW? so real.

camila's just too perfect of an option, LIKE. he spent months under her care already, he doesn't have even one bad experience with her that could possibly make him doubt and feel bad abt their relationship (no feeling like he needs to prove himself to gain her respect, no complicated past that'd have to be dealt with, no wondering if the care he's shown is genuine, no previous authority issues, no previous hostility etc etc) like camila's been extremely sweet and caring towards him and nothing else since the very start. it makes me sOO... 🤲😔❤️

the very first MOMENT they interact and hunter kneels in front of her out of respect she warmly tells him to never do it again; makes it clear that he doesn't have to be overly formal with her. just offers her kindness, expecting nothing in return. right away.

camila is probably the first adult ever that hunter associates with only warmth and goodness and whom he feels comfortable with from the start, with whom he doesn't have any past grudges or things they'd need to work out, just.. unconditional love. and justttt just just oughhhghh she called him baby. she's been basically treating him like her son already, and she's SUCH a good and supportive mom, to luz, to vee, to hexsquad. she taught him how to sew. she DIVED into FREEZING WATER at an OLD ABANDONED CEMETERY without a second thought in order to save him. JUST!!!!

him wanting to impress her with the spanish. her touching his shoulder and him showing not even an OUNCE of fear, just smiling and knowing she's not going to hurt him. him taking up interest in camila's and manny's old hobby. camila having experience with dealing with grief.. oof. him being happy living in the human realm (wanting to do things in the demon realm as well but having ties to BOTH worlds). even the fact that the entire noceda family is clearly neurodivergent, just like him. even him being an animal enjoyer and camila having a vet clinic, which- he WOULD LOVE to volunteer there in his free time, like?? COME ON.

AND THIS???? okay......

and we KNOW he WANTS to have a permanent family. it's established at the beginning of the episode when he looks sad as others hang up their family drawings. he wants ppl to care abt him, he wants to have a place to call home, wants to feel safe. he cries (from happiness) when luz calls him family.

and camila cares abt all of these kids so much. she was willing to take vee and hexsquad in JUST LIKE THAT. we can even assume her and manny wanted more kids, like just OUGHHGH she wouldn't even have to think twice before taking hunter in permanently. and she most likely knows hunter doesn't have anyone. she's not going to let him just….. go away on his own after everything is over, or make him move out or sth 💀 she'll want to help him, she'll want him to be safe and cared for.

like the only other possibilities for who else hunter could stay with after the show were: darius, eda/the clawthornes, or joint custody. but imo after... he lived under camila's roof for MONTHS, found a place that he feels safe in.. nocedas are just the best and healthiest option for him. after he'd spent MONTHS feeling happy with camila, i don't think it'd be good for him to be thrust into a completely new environment, and.. there's simply no time for his connection with other adults to be properly fleshed out, or to establish that he'd prefer anyone over nocedas.

like, i feel like sth has to happen with darius as well cuz their arc is unfinished, esp since it's been hinted they've grown closer since ASiAS, and there's a lot they could talk abt now re: grief + darius' mentor... so they HAVE to reunite at least. however, in my opinion at this point of the show there'd be just no time to conclude it as a parent-child bond in a satisfactory way. especially because there would be a LOT they'd have to work through first, considering their very complicated past.

like, all these years in the coven, their relationship pre-ASiaS, how darius treated hunter all these years... we know their relationship has progressed positively since ASiAS (even though mostly in the background/subtext) but still, i feel like it'd definitely take a while until hunter felt truly comfortable while living at darius'. he'd probably worry that it's conditional, could even easily fall back into his old coven mentality/habits, would try to make darius proud no matter what, etc. etc. it wouldn't be the healthiest for him. although eventually he would get comfortable, and that concept also had sm potential, but like the journey to that wouldn't be quick, and it'd have to be an arc on its own too. and, again, there is no time for that. rly cheering for a reunion and a talk, maybe even a mentorship of sorts, but considering hunter already has a place he feels fully comfortable in and ppl who consider him family right now, i feel like him ending in a completely new place after all that wouldn't be his #1 preferred option.

same with eda/the clawthornes tbh; it had sooo much potential and he is technically related to them AND is going to find that out soon, so some kinda interaction/development HAS to happen, and he did say he wants to learn how to carve palismen, so a mentorship may also happen... but as for actual adoption mm i don't think anything can come close to how safe and happy and Good he's felt for those months while under camila's care. again, in the future things COULD develop in such way, but considering we have two episodes until we get a conclusion... mmyeah

so................ yeah.

i just have so so so many thoughts abt hunter finding a family and getting to be a teenager and feeling loved and feeling like he has his own place in the world and being safe and allowed to explore his interests and to be himself........ hunter nocedaaaaa oughhghhh 🤲❤️

[bellysoupset]

I cannot find the ask for this, but to the anon who requested sick Wendy + Max caretaker, here you go!!

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"Marshall, you've gone over your hours," her supervisor had squinted at her in a tired manner, "again."

She was a resident doctor, meaning Wendy's hours were split between clinic, or more often than not ER in her case, and specialized clinic, where she took the neurology cases and discussed it with fellow residents and her supervisor.

Problem was, Wendy had taken half of Jon's general clinic hours during his three weeks away. She had figured it wouldn't be an issue, given those were up for grabs and she'd get a considerable pay bump that month...

"No, I didn't," Wendy pouted, rubbing at her forehead and drumming the pen impatiently against her notepad, "I did my math, I didn't go over 80 hours per the week..."

"You got Patterson's double shift last Monday and came in an hour early every day this week. That puts you at 96, Marshall," her supervisor, Dr. Jones, was a woman in her early sixties, who always looked annoyed, "I'm putting you on leave for the rest of the week."

"What-" Wendy's eyebrows jumped up, "you can't do that, ma'am-"

"The hospital cannot afford all the hours you think you can do," Dr. Jones glared at her, "and frankly, Marshall, it's neither financially feasible or healthy. Push me on this and I'm gonna request your psych eval."

Well, shit.

Really, what was there to even say?

Wendy's frustration at being forced away from work dragged during most of morning, until Jonah had sent her a string of laughing emojis when she told him about it and the text, You're pissed because you got a free vacation? get out of my sight Dee and Bella had sent her a middle finger followed by go FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND, WOMAN!!!!!

Her mood had cleared up considerably as she was forced to realize this meant five uninterrupted days of waking up next to Vince and eating her boyfriend's cooking and getting dicked down until she forgot her name.

Her bag was 70% just lingerie and Wendy had put on her best matching set under her outfit — beige flared jeans, chunky white heels and a sage green frilly crop top, with silver jewelry — all but bouncing to her car. She had turned up the music and ignored the drumming behind her eyes.

By the time she got to Doverport, though, her headache had escalated enough to cause Wendy to shut the music off. She had taken the max dosage of tylenol already and her stomach was iffy from a mix of hunger and too much medication, since she had skipped lunch when trying to get to the town before the school day ended, so she could wait for Vin in the parking lot.

She was glaring at her phone, trying to will Vince to answer her text, when the screen lit up.

P.Mgnt: you're here???

This caused Wendy to pout. She had expected a more enthusiastic reaction than this.

Wendy: sorry?

Vince was typing back an answer immediately.

P.Mgnt: I'm sorry honey, I'm happy you're here. I just can't go meet you right now, I'm stuck in detention duty :/ I'm gonna be here for another hour :(

Ah, shit. Wendy rubbed angrily at her forehead, the throbbing there increasing considerably. It was a warm day and she really didn't want to wait in the parking lot for another hour... She just wanted him.

She considered telling Vince she wasn't feeling well, maybe he'd find another teacher to watch the kids, when another text came in.

P.Mgnt: Go ahead to my place. Get a shower and catch up on an episode of 911 , i'll be there soon🥰

Wendy sighed heavily, feeling a knot form in her throat and her eyes burning. The text wasn't dismissive and she knew it was only one hour and that she had dropped by surprise, but it still sucked and she really just wanted him.

Her headache spiked to the point it it felt like an actual physical drilling on her left eye and Wendy bit back a groan, getting inside her car once more. There was no kidding herself this was just a headache anymore and she felt even closer to tears, it was so unfair she got a migraine right now, of all times.

Not only that, but a sense of urgency overtook her. If it was a migraine, she needed to get to Vince's place quicker, before her brain forgot how to drive and was too busy attacking itself in a constant pain loop.

With something closer to a whimper, Wendy started her car.

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Max Daniels was not a snoop, he'd like this in writing.

Sure, he had been very curious when he saw Vince's cute girlfriend in the parking lot, but instead of staying to meet with her boyfriend she had gotten in the car back again and left.

And sure he was tailing her, but that was only because the shortest route to his own place was through the main avenue and he was not about to take the longer way just to avoid her.

And yes, when she turned the emergency lights and pulled over on the side of the road, he had pulled over as well, but that was called Being A Nice Person, after all he knew the woman. What if she needed help?

He was currently sitting in his pickup, staring at Wendy's car and trying to figure if it was completely out of line for him to approach her or not. Vince wouldn't be pissed Max had tried to be nice to his girl, right? He didn't seem the jealous sort, but then again he had bitten Max's head off for less regarding the woman and he had been all sarcastic that one time Max hit on Wendy, before he knew who she was.

Why wasn't her getting out of the car, anyway?

With a frustrated sigh, Max got out of his own pickup and circled Wendy's pale pink sedan, until he was in front of the driver's side. She was crumpled forward, forehead pressed to the steering wheel and flinched visibly when Max knocked on the window.

His curiosity only grew as he saw her bloodshot eyes and Max jumped back as she pushed the door open and squinted at him, "yeah?"

"You need help, gorgeous?" The nickname rolled past his tongue, before he could think better of it, "you turned your emergency lights."

"Uhm-" Wendy pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead like she wanted to push her eye in its socket, "car-" she gulped down, frowning, "carsssmakin' a weird noise..."

Max's frown deepened, noticing the slight slur of her words, "are you okay?" he asked, really taking in her appearance. Her lips were pale and she looked close to the color of spoiled milk, eyes rimmed red...

"Mmm'kay," Wendy groaned, then a small, cute little burp shook her frame and she squeezed her eyes shut, "S'ry..."

Max was well versed enough with puking to recognize nausea from a mile away. He stepped to the side, but crouched down to touch her arm, "you're feeling sick?"

She nodded, gulping down, without opening her eyes and Max winced in sympathy, looking around her car. There was a suitcase in the backseat and a frankly ridiculously looking Stanley cup sitting the cup holder. Max chewed on the words, hesitantly, before saying, "would water help?"

Wendy shrugged, the hand that was pressed to her forehead digging in even more, so much it looked like she was gonna leave a bruise there. Max reached in and grabbed her cup, opening the lid and sniffing at it. Monster Energy, great. No wonder she looked sick, just smelling that made Max's stomach squeeze, he couldn't fathom drinking it.

He needed a new plan, because Wendy was leaning forward, elbows on her knees now and breathing slowly through her mouth, condition deteriorating by the seconds, "were you headed to Vince's?"

She nodded, then let out another little burp, this one not as dainty, with a brassy tone to it.

"Alright, hurl and then I'll drive you there. I can come back for your car later," Max decided by clasping his hands and the clap noise they made caused her to flinch, then another burp snuck up on her, this one turning wet... She whimpered and cradled her head with both hands, while Max moved further away so his shoes wouldn't get covered in vomit.

"Get it up, gorgeous, you're gonna feel better in a second," he figured her stomach was rejecting all that energy drink, as his own would've been, and planted a hand on her back, looking around to give her some semblance of privacy. It was a sunny day and the main avenue was quite busy, cars continuing to go past them.

Under his hand, Wendy's shoulders rolled and she let out a little choked, "Oh god-" before heaving and nearly falling from her seat. Max cringed, glancing down and noticing her wavy hair getting in the way, so he carefully held back her curtain bangs, just in time for Wendy to vomit. A small light brown puddle formed on the tarmac and Wendy let out a burp again, before melting into a coughing fit.

Max grimaced as he heard another whimper, then a gag, "there you go," he moved his hands so his left one could cup her clammy forehead, "get it up."

She nearly fell out of the door with the next heave, whole body lurching as a much bigger wave came up and splashed on the ground, causing Max to internally curse as the tips of his brown boots got splashed with puke.

Then Wendy went boneless.

He let out a yelp as she collapsed forward, only not falling because he was holding her, and puke be damned, Max crouched down in front of her, "Wendy, Wendy, hey-" he said frantically, patting her cheeks, "Wendy, c'mon, don't do this to me, open your eyes."

It was just a small black out, she started to straighten up again, but Max's heart was now in his ears. He couldn't believe his luck if girl died on him. He pushed her hair back, no longer trying to be gentle, hating how white she was, "Wendy?"

"Sssstop-" she grabbed his wrist, whole face scrunching up with pain, "talkin..."

He snorted in disbelief. Some nerve she had to tell him to shut up!

"Well, fucking excuse me if I'm worried! If you die on me, your polar bear of a boyfriend is gonna have my head!" Max glared at her and Wendy opened her eyes. He knew they were pretty, but he couldn't remember their color. Now he saw they were a beautiful dark green shade, currently welling up with tears, "wait, no- No, don't cry-"

"Stop. Talking," she said strongly, as tears ran down her cheeks and gritting her teeth, "hurts..."

Oh.

Max felt stupid and embarrassed, his whole face turning red as he understood why she was shushing him. He wiped the tears with his thumb, trying to collect his thoughts. She needed to be lying down in the dark, not sitting on the side of the road with a puddle of puke in between them.

"C'mere," Max whispered, grabbing her arms and throwing them around his neck, silently praying she was too out of it to comment on how touchy he was being when they were basically strangers. There was no other way of getting her out of that car, "hold on me," he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted Wendy out of the car.

It was a good thing she was so tiny, because he managed to lift her up entirely, so she didn't clumsily step on the mess. She was panting in pain against his ear, burying her face in his shoulder, body tense as a slab.

"Almost there," he stumbled forward with her, all but bracing against his pickup. Max opened the passenger door, then cringed, "sorry, uh- Excuse me," he mumbled, then hugged her waist and lifted Wendy up to sit in the passenger side. Whatever misplaced intimacy he was feeling, was promptly ruined by her gagging and burping up a small stream of puke, down his shirt.

Max froze, while Wendy's forehead pressed to his shoulder, like she couldn't lift up her head. Her shoulders were shaking as she sobbed and he rubbed her back, "it's alright, gorgeous, don't even worry about it," he sighed, straightening her up to rest against the passenger door. It was terrifying how quickly she had become unresponsive, "I'll just put this down in Vince's tab, don't stress it."

He leaned over her, grabbing his shades in the glovebox and then planting them on her face. Wendy let out a little sigh, body melting slightly, "t-thanks..."

"Yep," he grimaced at the mess in his t-shirt, wanting to remove it, but worried it'd make her uncomfortable if he was shirtless around her, "I'm gonna lock your car, be right back."

At her car, he grabbed her purse and suitcase in the backseat, her keys still in the ignition and then stripped his shirt, using her Monster energy drink to wash off the puke. He'd rather be smelling like that than vomit. Then he drove her car further to the dust shoulder and turned off the emergency lights, locking it.

Wendy was curled up as much as she could in the passenger seat and Max squeezed her knee in a friendly manner, before driving off.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being sparked when he left the lost light

The quest was over. Even now he had a hard time saying it. He thought they'd go on forever remain amongst the stars traveling to different dimensions. Maybe in another dimension they had and he was sitting at Swerves right now with Drift and Ratchet. Maybe he'd confessed and told them how he felt wanting more than to be some fling.

Instead he was sitting in his new apartment alone. Wishing he was back on the Lost Light while everyone else moved on with their lives.

He glanced at his comm debating calling Drift and Ratchet but he didn't want to bother them. They were both working to build a clinic and had other things to worry about then him being bored.

He was so annoying they must have been glad to get away from him. Seeing a message he clicked on it and found something from Thunderclash.

He was setting out on his own journey and was looking for crew members. He debated it for a moment looking around his empty apartment. He didn't have anything else going on and it would be nice to get back out there amongst the stars. At least if he was part of Thunderclash's ship he wouldn't be lonely.

Responding to the message Thunderclash was quick to respond and he rolled his optics. The next morning he found himself walking towards the ship. It wouldn't take off for a few more days and he was instead there for an appointment.

The ships medic wanted to give him a physical before the ship took off. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him and was reluctant to see a medic. However he couldn't join the quest if he didn't let them check him over.

He forced his legs to move as he entered the medbay where the medic was already waiting for him.

"Sit over there."

He sat down feeling them poke and prod at him just like Ratchet would do and his spoiler lowered feeling sad and missing him.

Looking around the medbay everything reminded him of Ratchet and he was so lost in thought thinking about him. He hadn't noticed how silent it had gotten.

"Rodimus have you been feeling well recently?"

"A little tired but fine."

He gave them a confused look and the medic hesitated for a moment before showing him the test results.

"It says your sparked."

He stared at the results in shock.

"There must be some kind of mistake."

"I double checked."

He felt tears fall because he knew who the sires were and he was certain they wouldn't want his sparkling.

"I'm sorry but you can't join our quest in your... condition."

Even though he should have expected it and he didn't really want to join them. He still felt devastated and had no idea what he was going to do.

"I'd there anyone you want me to call?"

The medic gave him a concerned look and he shook his head wanting to leave.

"Tell Thunderclash I changed my mind."

The medic hesitated again and then nodded.

"Okay. Can I transfer you to a clinic on Cybertron? Uou're going to need check ups and other important appointments."

"Okay."

He nodded only partially listening as he tried figuring out what he was going to do. In the background he could hear the medic talking sending him to a clinic with a familiar name. Although he couldn't place where he's heard it before.

Not that it matters when he had more pressing matters like the sparkling inside of him. Leaving Thunderclash's ship he went home and collapsed onto the small bed he'd set up.

The next morning he got a reminder that he had an appointment with the clinic he'd been signed up for. He forced himself to his feet feeling exhausted and forced himself to transform and drive over.

He had a lot on his mind and part of him wondered how long until he wouldn't be able to transform anymore. He'd have to ask one of the medics.

Transforming he walked inside and talked to the receptionist.

"There was a small emergency and it might take a few minutes."

"That's fine."

He sat down looking at one of the datapads. He scrolled through it thinking about how much Drift would like it.

"Rodimus?"

His head snapped up and he looked stunned to see Ratchet there.

[nanaskitten]

A little help

minors do not interact! Don't like dont read!

pairing: pervy doctor!jaemin x innocent clueless!reader

warnings: inappropriate medical terminology, non-con, non consensual impregnation, unprofessional medical officer, cameras, non consensual filming and photography

smut under the cut

You had always wanted a baby. It had been you and your husband's dream befire even getting married. However, even though you tried hard, conceiving proved to be a difficult matter. That's why you were sitting here in Na Jaemin's waiting room.

Jaemin was the best gynecologist in the entire country. He had an amazing reputation. He had helped countless patients with conception. Naturally, embarrassing as it were for you, as you grew up conservative, you had no choice but to seek help from the man.

His office was charmingly welcoming. The warm interior was filled with beautifully green, fake plants and gorgeous paintings. You watched pretty little koi fish swim in the large glass fish tank in front of you that seemingly doubled as a coffee table.

You were relaxed. Normally you would've come to this appointment with your husband, however due to being unbelievably busy with work, you were here alone.

It wasnt long before a young man came out of the little room you could only assume to be Na Jaemin's office.

"y/n?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That would be me." You nervously spoke. It couldn't have been anyone else, Jaemin knew. He had no other appointments that day and you were the only one there. "Please", he smiled, "come right this way." He smiled as He led you through the door.

For a clinic, it was strangely empty. You had expected to meet many assistants however, apart from the receptionist downstairs and the man himself, there didn't seem to be another worker.

His office was cozy and pretty small. There was the typical doctor's desk and chair, along with the parient's chair and another chair for guardians in one corner. Tucked away in the other corner was a little bed, half of it covered with a curtain. There was a little wash basin and some gloves and other equipment close by. You felt nervous, but at the same time, the man's natural charm and friendly demeanor helped you feel a little bit more at ease.

"So, what can I do for you today y/n?" He asked with the smile you had begun to believe was a signature part of his personality.

"I'm trying to get..." You blushed. You were not used to talking about these types of topics. Fortunately you didn't have to finish your sentence as Jaemin completed it for you. "...a baby?" He asked. You returned a nod.

"Ah yes." His words rang as if it was the most natural thing. "It's common to face difficulties while trying to have a baby." He leaned back.

"There are many different causes", His eyes were glued to your face, never leaving, "sometimes from the man, sometimes from the woman."

He now leaned forward, clasping his hands together and gently propping himself up on his elbows. "In order to treat your infertility, wr must first find out if it's caused by your body. To do that, we can conduct a physical assessment on yours right now. That is, if you consent to it of course." He was speaking professionally. If he had any thoughts of fucking your little cunt full with his cum, you had no clue. You gave him a nod. He was a doctor, he wouldn't do anything weird, right? Wrong, but then again, what you don't know won't hurt you.

"Alright then. I need you to lift up your little skirt and just take off your panties for me okay? Then go lie down on the bed over there", he said, motioning to the bed, "you may cover your upper body with the curtain, if it makes you feel more comfortable." You already felt a little uncomfortable. You were beginning to question your desicions but then decided that you might as well try to treat your infertility, if any, since you were already here. You laid down as he said, using the curtain to cover your chest area as well as face to still protect any decency you had. To be fair, you hadn't much- granted your pussy was on full display on the other side.

You heard the sound of the lock and rubber gloves.

Na Jaemin watched through the discrete screen as you slowly closed your eyes as an attempt to relax. "First I'm going to gently stimulate your vagina and clitoris using a world class medical tool." He smiled to himself as he saw how his voice made you jump a little. You watched how you pressed your legs together as you bit your lips befire you squeaked out a small "okay". He found it so adorable. He just loved when innocent girls like you found themselves alone, without a guardian in his clinic. The moment you made your appointment he could tell you would be a fun one to tease, and maybe even impregnate, if he got lucky.

He gently pressed a glove finger through your folds. You were already so wet. He deducted that you must be in your fertile window. He let his mind drift to how red and plump your lips had been and how wide your eyes were, emphasized by the fact your eyelashes had been so long, dark and curled. 'Oh she's definitely ovulating he thought to himself.

He slowly inserted his finger inside you. He watched your face through the hidden screen as he slowly curled it inside you, while also using his other thumb to rub directly on your clitoris. You left out a soft moan. You were extremely embarrassed to have let yourself do that. This was a physical assessment and here you were moaning on your doctor's bed. You were so ashamed and red, and jaemin just got all the more turned on. "That's alright. Please feel free to enjoy yourself. The next stage of the assessment will begin shortly." You could practically hear his pearly white smile.

The man quietly zipped down his pants. He took his finger out of you to take out his cock and spread lube all over it. He continued to thrust his finger inside of you, in quicker motions as he simulation stroked himself hard and fast. You were so close to coming undone. So close to feeling relief befire he removed his finger. You mewled. The loss of contact with the 'medical tool' leaving you hungry for more.

"I will insert a new, more sophisticated tool now", he told you, breath almost hitched. You hummed.

He thought you looked so adorable. Completely fucked out from just his hand. He entered into you, pushing his raw cock and bottoming out completely, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. He trusted his long hard cock into you slowly several times before picking up his pace. You were close, he could tell. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was leaking. You had no idea what feeling you were experiencing. You felt your body tense up, you wanted more, and more, until suddenly you felt so good. so overwhelmingly good that you closed your eyes, almost falling asleep. You felt The 'device' stop moving as well. You felt something sticky squirter out. It covered your walls from inside, you could tell.

Jaemin had timed himself perfectly to cum with you, at the same time. "You will feel a liquid inside. Don't worry, it's just for stimulation. I will now remove the device and seal your vagina, alright?" It was less of a question than a statement. He worked quickly to insert a plug inside you and wiped himself. He tucked his cock back into his pants before you heard his instructions again. "You may remove the plug after 5 hours. In the meantime, get some bed rest. You may leave."

When you got up, you felt a little embarrassed but you couldn't reason why. You put on your clothes and greeted the doctor on the other side of the curtains.

He looked as professional as ever as he gave you his signature charming smile and handed over a report to you. "The physical assessment was a success. You may have intercourse with your husband. The test shows there's no problem with your body so if problems persist your husband would have to see a doctor."

[starly-amazing]

You wouldn't download a v— (Siffrin would)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

After the events of In Stars and Time. Siffrin finally finds the time and courage to try crafting their body. As it starts to become something he's more comfortable in, he gathers the courage to ask Isabeau for a hand with "testing" a few things.

Tags: AMAB Siffrin, Bodycrafting, Transitioning, Gender Dysphoria/Euphoria, Hand Jobs, Fingering, T4T, Body Positivity, Scars, First Time, Asexual Intimacy (sort of), No Beta We Die Like Siffrin

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"Hey, Isa."

"Hmm?" Isabeau looks up from his work stitching together another hole in one of Bonnie's shirts.

Siffrin stands in the doorway of their temporary residence and grips a large book tightly in his hands. They are wearing only their thin shirt and pants. He is trembling, but not because of a chill.

"Sif? What's wrong, are you okay?" Isabeau rushes over, nearly knocking his chair over in the process.

"I'm fine! I just uh—" They hide their darkening face behind the book. Isabeau can barely make out the word Bodycraft on the cover under Siffrin's vice grip. Their voice is shaking. "I have an uh—" Their voice quiets to almost a whisper. "A request?"

"A request?" Isabeau lets out a stiff sigh and smiles. "You want some bodycrafting advice? I can help with that! Well, somewhat, since I went the uh...other way, haha. Odile might have more insight if you're both comfortable talking about it. But I can help if you're not! I'm not sure how much of what I learned is relevant to you but there's always a lot of shared steps and we can brainstorm together if there's something confusing, too!"

Siffrin hides even further. "N-no not advice, it's more of a uhhh...physical request."

"Oh! Sure, do you need me to get you something?"

Siffrin shakes their head.

"Sif?" His smile starts to fade.

Siffrin's knees feel weak so he drops himself down on their messy, shared bed in the corner. They open the book to a page with many clinical-looking diagrams and nearly smack Isabeau in the face with it. He jumps out of the way just in time and takes it in his large hands.

"Oh, did it not come with everything you need?

Siffrin's face grows hotter. "No, it came with everything—I just—" He bites his lip and breathes out. "Well, the books say it needs to be...stretched."

"Haha, yeah. It sort of needs to be worked like...clay. I guess. Well, sort of." He leans his cheek on his hand and stares off into space. "It'd be nice if it could be as quick as making something out of clay. But anyway it's a lot faster than before. You know just a hundred years ago it was almost entirely impossible. It could take years to get anything even close to what you wanted. And oof, have you seen the tools you had to use?" He shudders. "They looked like torture devices! I'd probably still do it because I feel so much better now that I think it's st—"

"Isa." His voice is trembling. His face is burning.

"Yeah, Sif?" He tilts his head. He wears an inquisitive half-smile on his face.

"I want you to do it."

Isabeau looks at Siffrin with the same expression for a long moment. He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Me?"

Siffrin nods.

"You want me...to..."

"Stretch me."

Isabeau blinks again.

"I mean if you don't want to it's o—"

"OF COURSE I DO!" Isabeau yelps then covers his mouth with both hands. Siffrin can already feel the heat radiating off his darkened cheeks. "Sif! I would love to help! I just—wow! I did not expect this but I absolutely would love to help you with this. And I—hold on." He turns tail and shoves his supplies unceremoniously on the desk and rushes to the bathroom. Siffrin hears frantic washing and brushing from inside and he emerges a minute later in his comfortable clothes with his hair slicked back and hands freshly scrubbed. They bite back a laugh.  

"Okay, I'm ready!" He gasps and his eyes widen. Siffrin smells a strong scent of mint on Isabeau's breath. "Wait, you meant now right? Because if you meant later that's fine I can—"

"Yes, now," Siffrin nods.

"Okay!" Isabeau tries to pace himself on the way to the bed and settles a few inches from Siffrin.

"Okay, okay." Isabeau pauses.

"Okay," Siffrin repeats in the same tone.

"Okay."

"Okay."

They both chuckle nervously and stare down at the book.

"So," Siffrin begins.

"So," Isabeau repeats.

"It says basically um...stick something inside and kind of...you know." He puts his hands together and pulls them apart in front of them.

"That seems pretty straightforward," Isabeau chuckles. "I can help with that easy. But first." He puts his hand on Siffrin's and bores his gaze into them. "You really want me to do this? Like, genuinely, want this?"

Siffrin nods and picks at the corner of the book. "I'm really...curious now." His voice is low. "Now that I've started Changing. I kinda wanna know what it's like. To be...t-touched."

Isabeau leans forward and brushes their messy hair from their eyes. He holds their face up to look him in the eye again. He studies them for a moment, looking deep into them as if trying to pull an answers right from their soul.

"Okay," he whispers and smiles.

"Okay, okay." Siffrin sticks their tongue out.

"Oh, shush you." Isabeau pokes them on the nose. They pull away, giggling.

"O—alright, let's get started then?" He shifts himself a bit. "Do we need anything else?"

Siffrin procures a bottle of lubricant from one of their many pockets. The others had been recently emptied and cleaned so there's nothing to get in their way. They cover the bed with an unnecessary amount of towels and settle in the middle.

"It says it might get messy so..." He gestures at Isabeau to sit next to him and he obliges. They're both silent for a while.

"Soooooo..." Siffrin finally coughs. He reaches for the hem of Isabeau's pants and begins to tug it down.

Isabeau jumps back. "Whoa, whoa! Sif let's just try fingers first! I don't want to rip you apart haha." He squeaks and looks up at the ceiling. "I mean I'm not saying I'm massive or anything but y'know I made sure I'm...a bit above average and it might be too much at first. N-not that I'm against it if it does fit and you want to but—"

"Isa."

"Eep! Yes?"

"I'm—okay with," they cover their face with their hat, "t-trying anything."

"Are you sure?" Isabeau gently pulls the hat away to look Siffrin in the eye. "Like, really, really sure?" He cups his large hand on their cheek and rubs his thumb right below the mottled scar where their left eye used to be.

Siffrin leans into his touch. Isabeau is already sweaty. Gross. But comforting.

Siffrin nods.

"Like really really really sure?"

"Isa."

"I mean it, Sif." He cups Siffrin's other cheek and raises their head to look at him. "I want you to promise me you're doing this because you want to. Not because you think I want it. I mean, I do want this but," he coughs, "you know what I mean." His cheeks grow dark and he looks away briefly.

"I promise," Siffrin smiles and places his small hands over Isabeau's. They lazily run their finger over a bit of chipped nail polish.

Isabeau lets out a soft sigh with a smile. "And promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much for you. Promise. The instructions say it will be mildly uncomfortable at worst but it shouldn't hurt."

"What if I want it to hurt?" Siffrin smirks and sticks out their tongue.

Isabeau lets out an inhuman sputtering sound and nearly crushes Siffrin's face between his hands. If they were a lesser fella that hadn't been leveling up with hundreds of loops they might not have survived that. "I-I-I mmmmean if you find out you're into that THEN I could maybe help with that one day, buuuuuut."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In, and out. He slowly opens them and meets Siffrin's gaze again. "We should probably play it safe now. Not just because I want you to be comfortable, but early stages in bodycrafting can be delicate. Oh, and also, well, I'm not sure in your case but for me, it felt more... strange...than good when I was first working...mine...to be bigger." His face continues to darken. The sweat from his hands reaches an intensity that Siffrin has to pull them away and wipe them on Isabeau's shirt.

"Sorry, Siffarooni! I can't help it!" He furiously wipes them dry and reaches for Siffrin's face again but they direct his hands to their shoulders instead.

"It is kinda gross but it's also nice that I'm...worth so much...sweat."

"Haha, ew. But thanks, I guess?"

Siffrin giggles and works his fingers through Isabeau's. He squeezes down on their shoulders and Siffrin lets himself relax into the deep pressure. They close their eye and exhale.

"Anyway," Isabeau coughs. "How do you want to do this?"

"I uh—oh..." Siffrin sits back and thinks. "I don't know."

Isabeau chuckles. "Well, how about a little Isabeau touch therapy to start?"

Siffrin matches his laugh. "Okay." He leans back against the wall. Isabeau climbs in and places his knees on either side of Siffrin's.

"It might be easier if you're relaxed and...aroused. Do you know if you can get w-wet on your own?"

"Wet? Oh like—not really yet. That's what this is for." Siffrin shakes the bottle of lube.

Isabeau nods with a hum. "I'm going to start with your shoulders, okay?"

Siffrin nods and leans against the wall. They close their eye and breathe out as Isabeau presses his palms against his body. His fingers wrap around their arms. So warm.

"Up or down?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment. "Up." They can go for some face touches first.

Isabeau slides his hands toward Siffrin's neck, pressing down every inch or so. They sigh as he wraps his hands lightly around their throat and presses his thumbs into the space between his collarbones just a bit.

It makes no sense to them how being in such a vulnerable position—with Isabeau's large hands wrapped around something so delicate and important—could make them feel so...safe. Secure.

Knowing that, despite being so much larger and—well, until recently, stronger—there's no way he would ever do anything to harm or endanger them.

But maybe he wants him to squeeze a little harder. Just a little. Or a lot...maybe.

Siffrin bites their lip. Hmm. Now's not the best time to be thinking about some unrelated budding kink when there's something more important and pressing to work on.

He files that thought away to unpack later.

Isabeau moves up and around their cheeks. The sudden chill air against their exposed throat makes them shiver. They place their hands on top of Isabeau's.

"Feeling okay, Sif?"

They nod with a sigh and look at him with their eye half open.

"Tell me about what you're working on?"

Isabeau threads his fingers through Siffrin's hair. "Uh, you? Touch therapy?"

Siffrin gives them a look. "No, I mean over there." They nod to the pile of fabric and supplies on the desk.

"Ohhhhhhhh, haha." Isabeau tilts his head to the side and shifts his gaze away. Siffrin snorts. "It's nothing much, just trying to fix Bonnie's shirt after they got stuck in the tree chasing squirrels." He tugs at their hair and brushes out a few tangles with his fingers.

He continues talking about his ideas for sprucing up the shirt and a few other projects he has in mind for the others. His movements get more fluid and automatic and soon he's working his way back down Siffrin's body. Neck, shoulders, a squeeze on the arms, and then a slide to his chest. Siffrin's breath catches in their throat as Isabeau presses his palms to their small, but growing breasts. They hide their shock away so as not to discourage him from continuing. They don't feel like taking the time to convince him he's fine with it if he begins to worry.

They just want to feel his hands on them.

They just want to feel his hands in them.

Isabeau reaches their hips and pauses. His thumbs press lightly on the bit of exposed skin above the hem of their pants.

They look at each other.

Siffrin worries their lip in their teeth and nods.

Isabeau works the tips of his fingers under the fabric. He looks at Siffrin again, studying his expression.

They nod again and lift up their hips. They give a reassuring smile, place one hand on Isabeau's, and begin to guide him. Together they pull down his pants. He pauses as everything between their legs is exposed.

They breathe in, and out, then swiftly pulls their pants down around his knees. It takes another moment but they manage to squirm around to kick them off entirely.

They sit there and watch Isabeau for his reaction.

Isabeau looks down. Siffrin can't. It's still too soon—too new to want to see their Change, though they know they'll have to look eventually. They focus on his face instead. It's neutral and doesn't betray anything.

"I know—" their voice cracks. They swallow to wet their throat. "I know it looks weird, but—"

"Well, yeah, that's pretty normal to be weird. Haha."

Siffrin grips their shoulder and shrinks in on themself.

"No no, Sif I didn't mean that in a bad way." He rests his hand on their bare knee and rubs a small scar with his thumb. "It's always going to look weird and different to you while you're Changing. You shoulda seen mine after the first month. Whew, it was like a—" He squeezes his lips shut. "actually I don't want to think about that right now. I just mean—" He squeezes their hips a bit. "You look fine now and you'll look fine when you've finished Changing. And in the end, I don't care how you look. You could have a pine cone down there and I'd still love you just the—"

"A PINE CONE?" Siffrin snorts and covers their mouth with both hands as they explode with laughter.

Oh no. Not again. They try to stop but they just can't. If they haven't scared him away with his weird, half-junk they're gonna do it now with their weird extra laughter.

But Isabeau simply snorts and joins in.

Oh no. He's adorable. The way he lights up. The way his eyes sparkle. The way his cheeks dimple.

Siffrin feels tears forming in his eye.

Isabeau wipes his nose. "Hahah yeah, or a pine-APPLE!" It hits Siffrin with another bout of laughter.

"Nooo! Then I'd be allergic to my own junk! Sounds blinding awful!" Siffrin wipes tears from their eye. "Isa, why was that your first thought?"

"I don't know!" He snorts. "I was just trying to think of something vaguely, you know, shaped." He scratches at the back of his neck and looks away.

Siffrin coughs a few times and evens out his breathing. He opens his mouth to speak and is hit with another bout of laughter. "Pinecone. Haha. Pine...is."

Isabeau sputters and they both devolve back into giggling schoolkids.

"Okay, okay," Siffrin breathes, chest heaving. "We're getting distracted."

Isabeau nods and has one more chuckle. "Well, I hope that made you feel better." Isabeau squeezes their thigh.

"It made me feel something, at least," Siffrin sighs. They bite their lip and steel themself before looking down between their legs.

"I guess it does look less weird than a pine cone," they shrug then look away again.

"That's the spirit!" He beams and presses his forehead to Siffrin's. They close their eyes together and breathe in sync. His voice evens out. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Mhm," Siffrin nods. They take another breath and open their legs more.

"You relaxed and comfortable?"

They nod again.

Isabeau reaches forward. The entrance to Siffrin's new vagina is covered by their small penis. Day by day as Siffrin crafts their body, the flesh slowly shifts to create something that feels more right, for them. As incomplete and strange as it feels, they can't help but feel a little proud of how far they've already come with it.

Maybe someday soon they won't feel so uncomfortable looking at themself.

Isabeau's hand stops an inch away and he looks into Siffrin's eye for directions. They nod and lean back a bit more.

Isabeau takes the length gently in his hand and moves it out of the way. He presses it against their leg and holds it there.

He breaths in, and out and places his other hand on the inside of Siffrin's thigh with his thumb and index finger right outside their entrance. Siffrin's breathing quickens and they grip the sheets tightly.

"You okay Sif?"

Siffrin nods. "Mmm, yeah. Just nerves."

Isabeau leans forward silently with a raised eyebrow.

"I promise," they smile.

"Okay," Isabeau smiles back. He takes Siffrin's hand and places it over their penis. "You're gonna have to hold it I might need both of my hands for this."

Siffrin nods and covers it completely with their palm far out of Isabeau's way.

Isabeau takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his hand. He takes some onto his two fingers and reaches for Siffrin's entrance.

"Are you ready?"

Siffrin nods, wide-eyed. He's already trembling—in anticipation, fear, excitement, or something else, he's not sure.

Isabeau senses this and leans forward to press his forehead against Siffrin's. Just that is enough to quell his trembling a bit.

"Breathe with me?" Isabeau closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, holds it, and exhales. Siffrin does the same and matches his breaths perfectly. Each exhale blows out waves of anxiety and soon they find themself about as relaxed as they can be considering...well...everything.

Siffrin places a hand on Isabeau's forearm.

"Okay, I'm going to apply the lube first." He reaches forward and slides his index finger around their entrance—not quite going in yet.

"You okay?"

Siffrin nods and gives his forearm an affirmative pat.

Isabeau continues. He applies another finger-full, this time dipping the tip a little bit more into Siffrin's hole. Siffrin squeezes his arm again, gentler this time. He lets out a shaky breath and smiles.

"Okay, I'm going to start with one finger."

Siffrin nods and opens his legs more. Isabeau wipes the remaining lube off his palm and presses it to the inside of Siffrin's thigh. He takes his index finger and slowly, while watching Siffrin's face like a hawk, slides it inside. He pauses at the first knuckle.

Siffrin sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation. The lube has a cool tingle in contrast to the almost intense heat of Isabeau's finger. They relax and squeeze Isabeau's arm.

"You okay?" He breathes.

Siffrin nods and squeezes again.

"No pain?"

They shake their head. "Just new." They move their hips forward a little.

Isabeau smiles and slides into the next knuckle. Siffrin is able to keep their composure this time. They close their eye and focus on the sensation. He gives another nod when Isabeau pauses again.

He works his way in a little more until he feels something stopping him.

"Ah, I think that's the end already." He squeezes their thigh. "How are you now?"

Siffrin squeezes back. "Good." They look at him with a soft smile. "Thank you."

"Of course! Oh, crab what did the directions say next?"

Siffrin blinks. "Uh, I think just press around the sides until it gets wider."

Isabeau hums in acknowledgment and pushes outward just a bit. Siffrin gasps at the stretch and Isabeau shifts his hand around to push against another area. It's hot—almost too hot, but cool and warm and tingly at the same time. He's not sure if it feels good per se, but—

Siffrin lets out a soft moan.

But it's Isabeau, after all. They squeeze his forearm a few times and look at him with a half-lidded eye.

"How do you feel?"

"Strange. But not bad strange."

"Keep going?"

They nod and move themself closer.

He keeps pushing and shifting methodically. Press, hold for a few seconds, slide just a little to the side, repeat.

When Isabeau makes a full rotation Siffrin finds themself sweating almost as much as his much better half. His breathing is already labored but he won't stop squeezing on his forearm to keep him going.

"Does it feel any different?"

"A bit, I think?" He sways his hips and stretches his legs. "Like, I think your finger is deeper than when we started. And...stretchier, I think."

Isabeau smiles at that. "Want to try another finger?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment, then nods. They bite their lip and dig their heels into the bedding as Isabeau applies more lube to his next digit.

"Ready?"

Siffrin nods. Isabeau slides in a little faster this time. It feels similar to the other with a bit more pressure. Still warm. Still cold. Still tingly.

"Mmm," Siffrin hums. They can feel the stretch as the craft magic works its charm. It's starting to feel almost good, even.

Almost.

Isabeau curls a knuckle.

"Ah." He jumps back a bit and tenses his thighs. A mild but sharp pain flashes through him.

"Too much?" Isabeau freezes.

"No, uh—" he bites his lip. You promised. "Yeah too much."

He slides his fingers out. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Do—"

"Nnf, wait no put them back." They grab at his hand and guide it back to his entrance. Isabeau struggles to relax the fist he made. "Just a bit slower."

"Okay," Isabeau smiles. He works his index finger back in and presses gently at the tender walls. Siffrin closes their eye again and spreads their legs out a bit more. Isabeau tugs them forward by their hair and presses a kiss right below his scar. "Thank you, for telling me."

Siffrin's cheeks grow hot again. They can only nod and grunt in acknowledgment.

He starts again, a bit slower this time, making sure not to bend his fingers too much. Just a gentle push here and there. Stretching. Feeling. Testing.

It's nice.

Not so much physically, but just—

Being surrounded by someone so wonderful. So caring. So gentle and cautious and—

It's almost too much to handle.

"Whoa, Sif what's wrong?" Isabeau gasps and pulls back. Siffrin grunts at the sudden emptiness.

"Huh?" They tilt their head in confusion and then feel it. A tear rolling down their cheek. They wipe it away and look at their hand. Another one rolls down and drips onto their shirt. They wipe again but more keep pouring out.

"I—don't know." Their shoulders shake in a silent sob.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Siffrin feels Isabeau's hand tremble against his thigh. His breathing quickens. "Please Sif you promised."

"Nono, it's not that. It doesn't hurt or anything, I super promise. It's just..." Siffrin sniffles and wipes their face with their sleeve. "You're just being so nice and gentle and..." He lets out a small whine and covers their eyes with their forearm.

"I was thinking about that and—I don't know. They're not bad tears, I promise. You just make me feel..." He thinks about the next word for a moment. " Safe. " He presses his forehead against Isabeau's broad shoulder. " Home." They wrap their free arm around his back and pull him closer.

"I love you, Isabeau."

Isabeau's lip quivers and he breaks out into a lopsided smile. "Aww, Sif. You love me so much it makes you cry?" Isabeau bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. "Aww, stars you're gonna make me cry too!"

Siffrin lets out a sniffly chuckle. Isabeau presses his lips to the top of their head.

"I love you too, Siffrin."

"Mmm," he hums and brings his other arm around his partner's back.

Warm. He holds him tight and lets the tears flow freely.

He feels something wet seep into the back of his shirt.

"Oh, eww Isa did you not wipe your hand?"

"Oh, nooo! Sif I'm sorry! I was too distracted with the emotions!" He pulls back and wipes his fingers furiously on the towel.

Without thinking, Siffrin pulls their shirt off in one fluid motion and tosses it onto the floor. The cool air of the room hits their bare chest and they shudder at the sudden exposure.

Isabeau looks up and pauses. Siffrin is half tempted to cover up with something, but they stop. They relax. They let Isabeau take in the entirety of their form.

He looks at their chest and their breasts just beginning to form, then slowly his gaze travels up and meets their eye. He reaches out and tilts his head.

Siffrin gives a short nod. Isabeau nods in return and places his palm right below their breast. He wipes his other hand once more for good measure and brings it up to their other.

So warm.

Siffrin takes Isabeau's left hand, guides it just a bit higher, and lets his fingers sink into his soft skin just a bit. Isabeau gives it a gentle squeeze which elicits a soft hum from their throat. They close their eye and let him explore their chest at his own cautious pace.

His thumb brushes an old scar below their neck that they don't even remember the origin of. He leans forward and brushes his lips against it, then looks up to Siffrin and tilts his head.

They bite their lip and nod.

With a smile, Isabeau plants another soft kiss just below the scar, and another lower, and lower. He sinks into the soft fat and pauses when he feels their nipple.

Siffrin sighs and wraps their arm around Isabeau's head. They hold him there. He doesn't protest.

"Sif?" he questions after a moment.

"Hm?"

"I can't move."

"Oh." He releases his grip. "Sorry."

Isabeau chuckles and kisses their nipple before moving on to the next one. His hands continue exploring the rest of their body.

Every scar and blemish makes him pause. He takes his time to be delicate and show his affection for all the little imperfections on Siffrin's body.

There are sure a lot of them.

They feel themself beginning to tense as Isabeau slides his fingers across a large, flat scar Siffrin quite frankly is embarrassed to admit the origin of.

They grab the hem of Isabeau's shirt and tug at it. He sits back and looks at them before taking their hands and helps them slip it off.

They let it flutter down on top of Siffrin's.

He sits back. He's seen Isabeau's bare chest before but never really in this context before.

The fighter is scarred too. Not as much as they are, but still.

Siffrin reaches to touch one he got from battling the King.

They frown and mold their palm against his skin.

To think he had this bleeding under his clothes when Siffrin—

"Sif." Isabeau's soft but firm voice made him jump.

"Huh?" They pull back and hold their hand to their chest.

"It's okay." He takes their hand and places it back on the scar. They bite their lip and run their thumb around the edges. "I would do it again in a heartbeat to save you."

Siffrin bites down harder.

"I mean it, Siffrin." He takes their chin between his thumb and forefinger and makes them look into his eyes. "You mean so so so much to me. This is nothing." He brushes a finger lightly across their scarred eye. "And I know you'd do the same for me."

Siffrin bites back a sob and nods. Isabeau plants a soft kiss on the scar and pulls back.

"Now c'mon. We're just getting started here!" His big, goofy smile is back which helps ease Siffrin back into the mood. He takes their hand and places it on another scar Siffrin wasn't familiar with.

"I got this one in my first week of Defender training while getting a cat out of a tree. She fell right on me when my partner tried to climb up and grab her."

Siffrin snorts. Isabeau moves their hand to another scar.

"Oh and this one I'm very not proud of," he whines. "There was a bee flying around during a lunch out with my old team and I tried to smack it when I still had my fork in my hand."

"Isaaaaaa." Siffrin giggles.

"Hey, I was lucky everyone was trained in first aid but they all had to stop and laugh a bit before giving me any."

"How rude! I would give you first aid right away." Siffrin starts to smirk. "Might laugh while giving it to you though."

"Sif!"

"I'm kidding!" They poke their tongue out at him. Isabeau pokes his out further and winks.

He takes Siffrin's hand and moves it up to the two identical long scars a little below his nipples.

"And these here are the ones I'm most proud of!" he beams. Siffrin can't help but smile too. "They're a reminder of a victorious battle of sorts to become who I am today. To become someone I'm proud to be."

"Someone I'm proud of, too," Siffrin hums. Isabeau's face grows dark again and he covers his face to squeal.

Siffrin puts their other hand on Isabeau's soft, but firm stomach. He looks over his hands and tilts his head curiously.

Siffrin, too, starts growing curious. Now that they're beginning to be more comfortable with their own body, then maybe...

"Hey, Isa." They pause; their fingers brush against the bit of hair that peeks up above his hemline. They glance up and Iseabeau's eyes widen.

"Y-yeah?"

"Can I try the uh—" He makes a stiff motion with one fist. "With the other thing you're p-proud of?"

He watches as Isabeau's face cycles through multiple emotions. Uncertainty creeps in and he starts to pull his hand back until Isabeau begins nodding furiously. There are tears in his eyes.

Cute.

"Please," he squeaks in an unnaturally high pitch. "Please, if you want, yes please I'd love that, please! B-but only if you're really okay with it!"

Siffrin snorts and places his hand back right above his pants.

Just to try. Just to know what it's like and to see Isabeau fall apart at the seams for him.

Breathe in. And out.

They press down and slide their fingers between the fabric and his soft skin. They roll some of his coarse hair between their fingers for a bit before continuing down.

Isabeau's breathing quickens and he shifts himself around for easier access...and to keep from falling off the bed if things get too heated.

He leans back and props himself up with his back to the wall.

Siffrin waits for a nod before he slides his fingers along the base of Isabeau's cock.

He moans immediately, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the towels tightly. Siffrin smirks and starts running his fingers along the shaft. They take in the textures of his skin and the little whines that are already escaping from his mouth.

This won't be hard at all.

Heh. Hard. It definitely is going to be hard.

They bite back a laugh.

Focus.

His fingers wrap around the length. They can feel the blood pumping through it keeping it hard and delightfully grabbable.

It feels weird. But not weird like their own. Just different. Not wrong.

Definitely larger, though.

"So should I just—" He gives it a few light pumps and Isabeau squeaks higher than Siffrin expected he could.

"Yeah, Basically." He tilts his head and looks Siffrin in the eye. "Wait. You've touched yourself before right?" He looks almost concerned.

"Oh, yeah, a few times. It felt...bad, but good. Wrong. I guess. Like physically it was, kinda good but also everything else didn't feel right."

Isabeau nods knowingly. "Yeah. That's kind of what I felt too. It took longer for me to Change back then; things weren't as easy as they are now. It's kind of wild how it's not even been ten years and now it'll take just a fraction of the time I did to Change."

Siffrin looks away. "I guess I'm lucky I'm doing it now. But also I wis—would have been nice to have been able to try things before."

"Yeah," Isabeau nods. "I think we all do. But you know what they say; the best time was years ago but the second best time is right now."

Siffrin clenches their fists. Isabeau lets out another squeak which reminds them they still have his cock in their hand.

"Sorry!" They let go but Isabeau's hand is on top of theirs in an instant and presses it back around his dick.

"It's okay. Oh, uh. Only if you want to." He lets go but Siffrin doesn't pull back. They chuckle softly and begin stroking.

Slowly. Gently. At first. But it doesn't take many soft sounds from Isabeau to spur them on more. They quicken their pace and lean into him.

"Yeahhh, just like that, Sifffffffrin." He wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them even closer. They have barely enough room to even move their arm. It doesn't stop them. Isabeau is too important to let silly physics get in the way of his happiness.

Isabeau keeps breathing their name over and over. So many times it almost became uncanny just hearing it. He throws his head back in a loud moan and his breathing becomes more frantic.

"Sif, please. Faster, please." He threatens to crush Siffrin in his grasp. Siffrin obliges, deciding almost immediately it wouldn't be a bad way to go out, time loops or not.

Siffrin squeezes their way up and presses their lips against his ear. "As you wish Mr. Amazing Funny Buff Smart Wonderful Isab—"

He doesn't even have the chance to finish speaking before Isabeau cums with a loud cry. He buries his face in Siffrin's neck and lets out a shaky whine.

"Siffff, that's not fair," he pants.

"Ew. Eww. Ewww. Ewwww." Siffrin is momentarily preoccupied with the mess on their hand and quickly wipes it on a towel before turning their focus back on their partner. "Eww, it's all in your pants now."

Isabeau lets out a shaky laugh. "Heheh, sorry Siffaroni." He pulls his sweaty face from Siffrin's neck and kisses them right below the jaw. "That's kind of on you though for playing with my delicate maiden heart like that."

"Don't sweat it," they smirked. "I did nut expect it to be that...explosive."

Isabeau coughs and breaks down in a wheezing laugh.

"Oh, cum on, Sif!"

Siffrin breaks down with him and they share their joy for a long minute, simply soaking in each other's presence.

"Want me to keep trying with you?" he hums after a while. "You might not have anything as—er—explosive as mine but we can see how far it goes."

"Mmm," He mumbles. "Yeah, that sounds like a bomb idea."

"Ah, stars," he chuckles. He moves his hands under him and starts to push up but his shaky arms won't hold his weight. "Give me a moment though."

Siffrin hums and breathes deeply again.

Isabeau pushes himself up and off Siffrin.

"Okay, I'll do what I did earlier but try to find a spot that feels good." His voice is still breathy and his chest still heaves with exertion. He gathers up all the pillows on the bed and props Siffrin up with them.

"Okay." Siffrin shifts around until he's comfortable and spreads his legs out. He looks at Isabeau, waiting for his next move.

Isabeau breathes in, and out, then puts his hands on Siffrin's thighs.

"We might need some more lube," he murmurs and before he even finishes speaking Siffrin is holding out the bottle for him. His face darkens even more in a blush. Isabeau holds out his hand, smiling as Siffrin pours out entirely too much in their haste.

"Oh, oops."

"It's fine," Isabeau smiles. "Who knows how much we'll end up needing, anyway." He works some more onto his fingers and presses them against their entrance.

He looks deep into Siffrin's eye. "Ready?"

Siffrin nods with a hum.

"And you still promise to tell me to stop if it's too much?"

"I super duper promise."

Isabeau gives him a satisfied nod. He slides his index finger back in. Siffrin closes their eyes and focuses on the feeling of him methodically prodding at their walls. The warmth, the stretch, and the newness of it all.

The intimacy of being so cared for.

He lets out a sharp gasp as Isabeau's finger brushes against something sensitive.

Isabeau pauses. "Good gasp or bad?"

Siffrin gives him a weak thumbs up. "Good. That was good." They turn their body to give him easier access.

Isabeau fumbles around a little trying to find the spot again but another sharp gasp from Siffrin tells him he found it.

He rubs the spot while pumping his finger against their walls. He slides another finger in after giving Siffrin a questioning glance and begins stretching them out more bit by bit.

Isabeau leans closer; their shoulders touch. Siffrin feels exposed again. The cool air on their bare skin was making his hair stand on end and his nerves dance.

"Isa, come closer."

Isabeau obliges and is quickly taken into Siffrin's embrace. He gasps, steadies himself with his free arm, and lets Siffrin reorient themself.

He tests them with a small pump. They hum into his ear and with a shudder, he continues.

The minutes pass as Isabeau focuses everything he has on Siffrin. They busy themself by burying their fingers into his back and working on any tense knots they find.

The silence is broken occasionally by a soft whine or a whisper of his name.

They feel like crying again. It feels so nice.

Not even the fingering, so much.

Just being held.

And loved.

They hug Isabeau tightly and he plants a soft kiss at the base of their neck.

Siffrin feels it building up inside. They lean back to give him better access. Their nails dig deeper into his skin but he doesn't seem to mind.

They're lying fully on the bed now. Isabeau's free hand is working its way around their body, searching for another sweet spot. Their other is pleasuring a particularly sensitive area deep inside them.

"Isa. Isabeau." His name leaves their lips in a heated whisper. The feeling starts to radiate out through the rest of their body and they almost don't know what to do.

It slowly starts to fade.

"Ah, wait," they almost cry out.

"Sif?" Isabeau pauses.

"No, not that," they grunt. "It's going away." Isabeau begins to pull out. "Wait! No, I meant, keep going. Ughh..." He covers his face and chews on his lip. "Keep going I think I'm close."

"Oh," he breathes. "Hold on." He adjusts his finger and searches for a fresh spot to tease.

They wince as he pushes a bit too hard in one place. It's starting to become overstimulating. But they're so close. At least, they think they are.

Just a little more. If they could bite through the discomfort then maybe—

No.

They promised.

"Wait," he pants. They squeeze down on Isabeau's arm and tug on it.

"Hmm?" Isabeau freezes.

"I think that's enough." They grit their teeth.

Isabeau nods silently and withdraws. Siffrin lets out a tiny grunt as he exits fully.

"Is it hurting?" Isabeau wipes his hands clean and leans over them.

"Just a little sore." They shift their legs together and sit up. "Already getting better. That, er, tingly nice feeling went away," they frown.

"Ah, that's too bad." He settles in next to them and hands them a fresh towel. "That's still impressive, though! I'm surprised you had enough sensation to even get that far."

Siffrin blushes and hides his face under the pillow.

"It was because you helped."

Isabeau makes another, softer, inhuman sound. They pull him closer and peek out from behind the pillow to give him a small peck on the cheek. He squeals again.

It wasn't the explosive finish that the romance books suggested. But it was warm. Promising.

Something to look forward to.

Maybe one day they'll be a screaming, sweaty mess beneath him while he fucks the living daylights out of them with his own Changed pride and joy.

The thought is a little scary if he's to be honest. He's open to trying, at least.

"Thank you." They wrap themself up in the sheet and crawl into Isabeau's lap. They look up into his face.

"Anything for you, Siffaroo." Isabeau looks down with the softest smile. He's beaming, practically glowing. He's wonderful. Beautiful.

More than they deserve.

They clench their fist.

No. Not the time to dwell on that.

They swallow the creeping guilt and reach for his cheek. They pull him closer, to their lips but not quite close enough to touch.

"May I?" he whispers.

"You may," Isabeau hums and bridges the gap between them.

[junkiefox]

Teen Wolf "Green Creek au"

Part 2 | Part 1

It was a strange thing to think about Theo Raeken as an omega. Okay. It was expected, Theo was a loner. The one of a kind. The first Chimera. He was selfish, bitter, didn't care for anyone. But Liam was stroked by a feeling of wrongness when he saw Theo's eyes. Purple, so, so purple.

Because Theo was selfish, and bitter, and didn't care for anyone, but Liam didn't believe that they were all true. He was all those things, but he was also the boy who fought with him. Who decided Liam was enough saving or didn't see enough on himself to save. He was the boy who didn't know how to take someone's pain away because no one had taught him. The kid who was manipulated into thinking that to be powerful, he couldn't trust anyone.

"His leg is going to be okay," Deaton said. "It's going to take longer to heal, at least longer than it should for your kind."

Liam was stroking Theo's head, his fingers moving as if it was an instinct. He wasn't awake, Deaton had given him a sedative so he could close his wounds, and stop the unstoppable bleeding. "Why? Silver shouldn't work on him. I couldn't smell any poison. So, what-"

"He's an omega, Liam. Have been for a while. The Dread Doctors have created a perfect imitation of werewolves, even on this thing."

"He didn't have a pack before."

"Didn't he? They could be dysfunctional, and wronged, somehow, but they were all he had. A family born into that mess, or, at least, something he could rely on. He was with ten for what, ten years? They might not had the strongest bond, but they were all he had. And then, well, he had you to rely on, I suppose." Liam felt out of breath for a second, his hand stopping its movement before he relaxed, letting his hand rest on top of Theo's head. The thought was too close to saying Liam was Theo's anchor.

"How long?" was all he managed to say. "How long is going to take to heal?"

"It's not so easy to guess, but I'd say a week. He's not eating properly, nor drinking water, it's not only he being an omega that's doing this."

Liam worried his bottom lip, eyes focused on Theo's fur "I'm going to take care of this."

"Liam-"

"He can't go back to the woods. He's hurt, and he's going to be vulnerable. He can't go back. Theo is my responsibility, I'm taking care of him."

"I can't tell how long he has shifted, Liam. He- an omega can be dangerous, they can go feral. He's been missing for what, one to two months? He can be in his wolf form since then. This, combined with him being omega is dangerous. He's unpredictable. Theo might be too lost in his wolf. Besides, we don't know when he actually became an omega and how this works, since he is a Chimera."

"Exactly. We can't tell when he became an omega. Deaton, Theo was unpredictable before, and I chose to take him as my responsibility. I'm choosing again."

The vet sighed, shook his head, and pitched his nose before he looked at him again. "Call Scott. He'll want to know what his beta is doing, and why my clinic smells like Theo. Call him as soon you can."

"Yeah. I will." Liam hadn't thought about that.

Nor had he thought how he was going to hide a huge wolf in his room without his mother finding out.

He ended up sat in his bed looking at a still-asleep black wolf. His bedroom smelled like a hospital, a slight smell of blood. But it was combined with citrus and rain, caramel and lightnings. It made his stomach twist.

Theo was an omega, and I felt wrong. Because Theo deserved a pack, a second chance, and happiness. He was eighteen and was caught up in a mess when he was nine. They had promised him that he would be powerful, he wouldn't need to feel insecure or afraid, and what kid would deny that? Theo was a kid when they came, he had been manipulated and used and Liam felt nauseous.

And then, he was ignored by Liam's pack. They had been betrayed before, they had forgiven those. But they ignored Theo. He was left in the woods, they were happy that he was missing —even if Liam said it wasn't true, that he had to hold himself so he wouldn't go searching for him, he never did, so it didn't matter. They didn't care Theo was still a kid, a kid who was brought up in a broken place.

They had failed him. Liam had failed him. He was his responsibility, after all.

And Liam got it, okay? Theo had destroyed their trust, he almost destroyed them. But now, he was an omega, he had shifted into his wolf form because feelings were easier like that. And even then, he couldn't imagine how lonely Theo must have felt. Wolves weren't meant to be alone.

Liam felt sick.

He needed to call Scott, but he wanted to scream at him, even though it wasn't his fault. He never asked anything to them. However, Liam wanted someone to blame and the Dread Doctors were dead while Theo was still suffering.

He inhaled slowly. Citrus, rain, caramel and lightnings filling his lungs. His eyes were on Theo, his wolf form occupying half of his bedroom.

Liam was going to take care of him, at least until his leg healed. He wasn't going to let him alone, not again. Everything was going to be okay, somehow.

He needed to call Scott.

[avopumpkin]

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Relationships: Sebastian & Farmer

Tags:

Emotional hurt/Comfort, Sebastian needs a hug, Matchmaking, Crush, Overthinking, Peace

Summary:

Sebastian is alone. But does it have to mean he's lonely?

Notes: Farmer has no specified gender and I use they/them pronouns, so everyone can feel included. Feel free to modify the pronouns to your preferred pronouns. <3

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He always knew he's alone. Well, maybe not exactly alone - he had a mother, half-sister (though they weren't on good terms, or more like this is what he wanted to believe in), and... Step-father. He'd rather not to think about him. And he usually doesn't, especially during his long sessions of succumbing into a despair in his room. It's easier when the said room is located in his mom's basement, without any daylight due to lack of windows.

Mom... He truly loves her. Yes, she's annoying sometimes - she enters his room without knocking, throws out his comics and reprimands him for smoking cigarettes. But he loves her. Besides this, she's the least annoying person he knows.

Maru... His little, annoying half-sister. What can he say more? She's the smartest, she's likeable, she's the sunshine, she's the cure, the panacea, she's... He can't stand her. Little girl of her father. He can't stand them both. He can't stand she keeps talking to him, he doesn't care about the things she says.

And Demetrius...

Demetrius...

Demetrius..

Demetrius.

Demetrius.

He doesn't understand why mom is so happy with him. What is so special about him? Sure, he's a scientist, he's smart, but what about his personality? How can she love a jerk like him? How can she not see?

And then here he is - a loser without a job because freelancing is not a job. This is what Demetrius says. This is what everyone says.

Sometimes he just wants to ride away with his bike and never come back. No one would notice anyway. Everyone would be happy again. He wouldn't be an inconvenience anymore. No one cares, even Abigail, so there's no point in confessing to her. Not that he still wanted.

The sudden sound of the phone broke him out of his thoughts. It's Sam. Sebastian sighs heavily not feeling like responding to him. It's probably another attempt to make him go outside. It's not like he hates his friend, quite the opposite. He just hates going outside when it's all sunny. The feeling of the sun scorching his pale skin is unbearable. So when he sees that he was right in his assumptions, he lets another sigh out. "I still need to finish this code, the deadline is due tomorrow..." he thinks to himself but before he can text back rejecting the proposition, another message appears in their conversation. His eyes widens seeing the contents of this message. He was already expecting Abigail to be there for the meetup, but he wasn't expecting them. The farmer.

The first time he heard that someone new moved in to the Pelican Town, he couldn't care less. It's not like it matters, not that he cares. Not that he cared. But mom kept talking and talking about them as if they were someone really special, so the moment he actually met them, he didn't know what to say. "Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?" he thinks back to the moment he met the new farmer. This question was asked casually, yet the farmer could hear a hint of curiosity in Sebastian's tone. This town was weird. Everyone who's ever been here knows this. The same mountains, the same beach, the same stores, the same clinic his perfect sister works at, the same old, ruined community centre, broken bus stop and plenty miles away from another civilisation. What on earth made them move in here?

He gets up from his bed and yawns. It's 3pm already and he should be heading out to the Stardrop Saloon soon, deciding that his work can wait. "Ugh, I will be forced to do small talk." he mumbles. He's been trying to avoid small talk his whole life. He really hates being entrapped in meaningless conversations about the weather, taxes or if mayor Lewis is involved in an affair.

Quickly saying his mother goodbye, he finally leaves his house. His pace is rather slow, taking his time. It's not like he wants to be at the Saloon now, at least this is what he tells himself. Because why would he make an actual effort to go there knowing he got work to do? None of his recent actions made sense anyway.

He's finally there. Taking a deep breath he enters the building, the smell of cigarettes lingers in the air. He quickly welcomes Gus seeing a few of the villagers are already inside but he's making his way to the gaming section - his favorite place. It looks like he's first here, at least this is what he thought until he noticed the farmer sitting on the sofa. The farmer doesn't notice first, but when they do, they wave at Sebastian and give him a warm smile. This smile. He doesn't know why, but he likes seeing it. It's beautiful, even more than Abby's.

The silence remains for some time after Sebastian sat next to the farmer. He doesn't know why he chose the place next to them, even though the saloon possesses another sofa. He decides not to overthink it. It just feels nice. And warm. The farmer feels warm.

"Looks like we're first, huh?" He heard a quiet voice next to him and looked at the person saying this. "Yeah... Though Sam usually is first here practicing his pool skills. He believes he will beat me some day. Loser." He replies, hearing a quiet laugh after. A cute laugh. He can listen to it every day and not get bored. He wouldn't mind as he doesn't mind the farmer's presence. He doesn't mind small talk with them. He doesn't mind anything about them. The farmer feels warm. It's not awkward to be around them.

As the time passes, he finally realizes Sam and Abigail are not coming at all. Why would they get him and the farmer here, and then not come without any word? Thinking for a while, he turns towards his company and asks "Wanna take a walk? I don't think they're going to join us.". He smiles when he gets an enthusiastic nod in response. They're cute. "Cuter than Abigail." he thinks.

Everyone has worries, Sebastian is no different. But when he's with them, all of his problems seem to disappear. As if the farmer was the last piece of the puzzle in his life. The reason he finally feels complete. With them there's no worries, there's no evil, there's no deadlines due tomorrow. There's only miracles sent by Yoba, pleasant fluttering in his chest. Warm. Home. They feel like home.

With them all of the negativity disappears. With them he doesn't think about his work, Demetrius nor his bad sleeping schedule.

He's usually alone but thanks to them he's not lonely. And with them by his side he never will be.

[demonslayedher]

This is the Hashibira House--hear me out

I've mentioned this idea in a few posts here and there, but I'm putting it here with my nine reasons:

I think Tanjiro will ask Inosuke to inherit the family home and charcoal kiln.

Reason 1. Kanata and Sumihiko live in the city and show no ties to charcoal farming. This makes me very sad, but although they inherit Tanjiro's sword and the earrings, and although the two of them both perform Hinokami Kagura at a local shrine at New Years (Fanbook #2 Taisho Secret), they are is no mention of charcoal aside from the "sumi" in Sumihiko's name. Even then, he is the second son, so it's kind of like they forgot the family traditional when Kanata was born. Really goes to show how much they still value the old family trade that kept them working with fire, hmph!

Although Tanjiro knew the need for charcoal was decreasing (Fanbook #2 post-epilogue comic), and although he'd probably be happy to see his descendant free to be a parkouring zookeeper, that's still generations of the family trade that's been tossed out. Not that Hinokami Kagura is needed in their world anymore, but still, that sucks some of the meaning dry. So again, I am sad.

Reason 2. There is precedent for the house and its legacy to be passed around.

According to the Taisho Secret right before Chapter 191, the house was previously used by Yoriichi and "Uta." It only became the Kamado house once Suyako and Sumiyoshi came across it when it was abandoned.

It was temporarily abandoned again later on when Tanjiro had to take Nezuko and make a run for it, and despite all the care taken of it the house is already hundreds of years old, so it wouldn't be surprising if it gets abandoned again. Still sad, though.

Reason 3. Tanjiro already kind of expected he wouldn't live there long.

In the Fanbook #2 post-epilogue comic, Tanjiro mentions that even though he doesn't need to, he likes working, and he wants to leave money for everyone when he's gone.

He feels the effects of his injuries and everything else he's been through, and needs regular check-ups down at the Butterfly Mansion. Maybe he'll be fine for most of the years he has left, but what if it's a steady decline from the easily-tired point he's already found himself in? Take care of the house is going to take more and more out of him, and his children won't be old enough to take on many responsibilities before he's 25.

He's at peace with the understanding that he'll be gone someday and hopes the others will live peaceful lives without him.

We know that Kamaboko living arrangement couldn't had lasted long, though, because he and Kanao go on to have descendants together.

Reason 4. Kanao's not going to have Kaburamaru for long.

As much as I have faith in Kanao to live near-blind in the deep mountains, it's going to be a bit harder once she loses her seeing-eye snake, and Kaburamaru's already a somewhat old snake by the time she inherits him. If she's going to continue being a doctor, she may have an easier time of that staying in the Butterfly Mansion with all the resources there, and patients coming to her (a challenge to ask them to go up the mountain for her services).

Reason 5. There's someone who might do just fine without those extra conveniences and resources, for she is very resourceful.

Even though Kanao would insist the contrary, Aoi--who always called Shinobu by "-sama" and never "-neesan"--might feel Kanao has more claim to inherit the Butterfly Mansion, for Aoi was always a little hard on herself and insecure in her role as a failed Corp member. I stress again, none of this would make a difference to Kanao, who knows Shinobu cared about Aoi just as much. As much as Aoi has demonstrated her ability to run a clinic, I have just as much faith in her to run a mountain household, including handling its inevitable repairs, as well as to go make house calls around the village whenever needed.

Reason 6. Inosuke is more genki than anybody. And, more importantly, he's learned to make charcoal.

This takes us back to the comic in Fanbook #2, where Inosuke is so well-adjusted to life in the Kamaboko household that he's not only learned the charcoal trade well enough to say, "buy Inosuke-sama's charcoal," but he's also a shining star when it comes to doing chores. He's doing really well with growing up and taking on human responsibility!

He is also, however, the King of the Forest. That's his home, and even when spending long periods of time in the Butterfly Mansion, the forests call him.

Reason 7. You know who else loves nature? This dude.

Just because he wants to be alone in nature doesn't mean he grew up on Mt. Kumotori, but I do suspect he has spent a lot of time there, because that's where the blue spider lilies--the subjects of his failed research--had come from. Although we don't know how this research started and who got the flowers in the first place, the potential connection is strong.

If he wasn't raised in that house, then maybe he and his family still go out there regularly to take care of it. After all, even if they don't remember who and they're unmarked, there are important graves to show respect to and take care of there. Maybe it was on a trip like that when Aoba discovered where the blue spider lilies grow, which put him on the botany path.

You know who he apparently didn't run into? Any Kamados, as he and Sumihiko didn't meet until Aoba was unemployed and Sumihiko was scolded by the police and they were both hanging out and depressed in the park.

Reason 8. Tanjiro trusts Inosuke.

Entrusting Nezuko to Zenitsu is one thing--Zenitsu obviously would do anything to keep Nezuko safe, happy, and comfortable, but Zenitsu's heart isn't in the mountains. He's a city boy and doesn't like the inconveniences of mountain life, and clearly he doesn't show much initiative for the demands of keeping a mountain home. Tanjiro wouldn't expect this of Zenitsu, nor would he trust him with it, even if he'd trust Zenitsu with just about anything else.

In Inosuke's case, Tanjiro understands Inosuke at an intuitive level--what he needs to hear and be told, and what Inosuke's strengths are. If ever Tanjiro got the inkling that he can no longer take care of the house, or that he must prioritize taking care of his small children and partially blind wife, then he wouldn't think of anyone else but Inosuke who would be happier having that home for his own.

Inosuke sure wouldn't be happy at first, though. That house is Kamado Tanjiro's house, and he doesn't want a house without Kamado Tanjiro in it.

But Inosuke, who has never had a traditional nuclear family, might come around to the idea of being the head of his own family, and having something normal and human like this of his own.

The Hashibira house, with Inosuke the head of the Hashibira family, providing for them with his labor.

I can imagine Tanjiro would run the idea by Aoi first, who would accept the responsibility as an honor, and maybe this would come after Tanjiro and Kanao had been a married couple on their own a while in the house first. The town where the boys sell charcoal is big enough that I can see Nezuko being pretty happy settling down there where it's close both to home and more along the lines of Zenitsu's tastes, but eventually...

Reason 9. One way or another, the Kamado and Agatsuma families are both going to wind up in the heart of urban sprawl, far away from Mt. Kumotori.

It's only a question of when and why.

[stray-cat-21]

The Pariah and the Freak

Part 3: telling the parents.

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) bring their families together for dinner in order to tell them the big news unfortunately it doesn’t go as planned.

"Hey Eds” (y/n) breathes anxiously. "Hey sweetheart, these are for you” Eddie grins offering her a bundle of picked flowers. (Y/n)'s nervousness melts a little as she accepts the flowers and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "They're beautiful, thank you” she says with a grin. He steps into the house while shrugging off his leather jacket.

Eddie is dressed in a nice button-up with his normal jeans, his hair as tidy as he could manage. Behind him steps in Wayne, dressed in a fall-colored flannel with blue jeans. "Hi Wayne, nice to see you again” she greets. "You too darlin” Wayne agrees with a nod.

Awkward heavy silence filled the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. (Y/l/n) sat across from Eddie and (Y/n), while Wayne took up a spot at the end of the table. There wasn't a lot that Wayne wouldn't do for his nephew but spending his only night off like this was definitely something he hadn't expected. Eddie and (Y/n) sought comfort in each other holding hands under the table.

"This is really good Mrs. (Y/l/n)" Eddie awkwardly broke the silence. Mrs. (Y/l/n) managed to muster a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Edward, it's an old family recipe" she responded. Eddie imagined their child someday inheriting treasured family recipes. He made a mental note to ask Wayne to jot down his famous chili and tomato soup recipes.

However (Y/n)'s father seemed to be simmering with disapproval throughout the entire evening. He scrutinized Eddie with piercing eyes interrogating him about every aspect of his life, from school to work, to the band, and even the van he drove. The metal head answers truthfully and respectfully but still nervously, while (y/n) squeezes his hand under the table. Wayne somehow managed to bite his tongue while still giving his nephew looks. Mr. (Y/l/n) is just in utter disbelief that his little princess could bring home such a boy.

The table goes back to awkward silence yet again. The young couple share a look and (y/n) offers Eddie a small nod. "Look um everyone, there's a reason we wanted to get together tonight, not just for you guys to meet” (y/n) breathes. "We've got some news, good news. (Y/n) is pregnant, we’re uh, having a baby” Eddie says taking control of the conversation.

Wayne nearly chokes on his drink, while Mrs. (Y/l/n)'s eyes tear up, and her father scowls. "Oh god” Mrs. (Y/l/n) cries bringing her napkin to her mouth. "Mom, dad, we know this isn't ideal, but-" (y/n) begins to explain. The scraping of her father's chair against the floor interrupts her mid-sentence.

"Ideal? You bring home this-this miscreant, and you just expect us to, what, congratulate you?" her father spits. "Hey now, I know this isn't what any of us were expecting, but my boy is not a miscreant” Wayne says standing up. "Oh please, my daughter was a good girl, and then he comes in with his long hair and tattoos and knocks her up!" her father bellows.

"Daddy, please listen, Eddie is a good guy just give him a chance” (y/n) pleads standing up from the table. "You had so much potential! You had good grades, good social standing, you were a cheerleader for god's sake!" he argues, smoke practically pouring from his ears. "Oh god, she'll be kicked from the team. What will Heather and Veronica think when they hear?" her mom worries about the embarrassment.

"It's okay, we can fix this. We'll just drive her down to that clinic, the one Bill brought his daughter to over in Indianapolis. Mistakes happen we can fix it, her life doesn't have to be over” her father announces, grabbing his keys. "Dad, I know it's hard to believe but this is what we want. I don't want to fix it” (y/n) says .

He spins around, wearing a deep angry frown. "You are a child you do not get a say in this” he snaps. (Y/n) flinches back a little not used to seeing her father so angry. Eddie is on his feet and by her side now. "She's the only one with any say actually” he counters, his eyes narrowing at the man.

"You are living under my roof, young lady. We are getting this taken care of tonight. We have spent eighteen years giving you the perfect life, not for you to screw it up by getting knocked up by some trailer park trash” her father rants, grabbing her by the wrist. He begins trying to drag her off to the door like she's a petulant child.

Understanding that he needed to protect the woman he loved, Eddie swiftly intervened pulling her from his grasp and standing between them. "Look, I don't give a shit what you call me. But don't touch her like that again” Eddie warned. Unrelenting (Y/n)'s father made another attempt to

"Excuse me boy, but you have done enough here” the older man snarls. He attempts to get to his daughter, but Eddie blocks his path. "I think we all just need to calm down and let the kids talk if they say they've got this figured out" Wayne says trying to ease the tension. "We do, and I promise Eddie is really good to me and you'll like him if you just give him a chance" (y/n) pleas desperately trying to bridge the widening gap between her family and herself.

"No daughter of mine is gonna be a mom at 18. You do not get to embarrass this family by being pregnant in high school, especially not with his baby” her father scoffs, gesturing towards Eddie. "Maybe we should hear them out," her mother frets. "That's all we're asking Dad please! Eddie and I have this figured out" (y/n) attempts one last time.

"I know I'm probably not what you pictured when you thought of the father of your grandchildren, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love your daughter, and I love our kid already and I won't stand here and let you hurt either of them” Eddie says confidently. Eddie seems not to notice what he just revealed, however (Y/n) heard it loud and clear. Her heart swelled with love, knowing that the man standing before her was ready to stand by her side no matter what.

Her father shakes his head looking away from his daughter. "I did not raise you to be a damned whore. Either you get this taken care of, or you leave” he says coldly. The room goes silent at the ultimatum. "Honey, please” her mother begs.

"You have ten minutes. Get your stuff and get out of my house” he orders exiting into the garage. Her mom follows and the door slams behind them. "Wayne, I'm sorry about all this” Eddie says quietly, letting out a breath. "We'll talk about this later son, just help her get her things together” Wayne interjected extending a calming hand.

"C'mon, sweetheart let's grab your stuff alright?" Eddie whispers wrapping an arm around her again. She nods silently, letting him lead her up the stairs into her room. He can hear the sniffles she's trying to silence and see the tears she hastily wipes away. The second the door to her room shuts he wraps her in a tight hug. "It's alright, I got you. I promise” Eddie murmured his lips pressing gently against the top of her head.

He sees the clock on her dresser and notices a couple of minutes have gone by. "You wanna sit down? I'll grab your things?" Eddie asks eager to ease her burden. "No no um, I'll help. Will you um, grab my bag over there?" she asks.

Eddie nodded wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "Whatever you need, sweetheart I'm here” he assured her their lips meeting in a soft comforting kiss. Together they packed (Y/n)'s belongings the room's atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. "I'm sorry about all this. Maybe me being involved wasn't such a good idea I didn't mean for your life to implode" Eddie confessed quietly.

Shaking her head with a weak smile and teary eyes (Y/n) held his hand tightly. "I'm glad you're involved Eddie. I hate to think what would have happened tonight if you weren't here” she admitted gratitude coursing through her. "Told you I'd take care of you both of you," Eddie said, his smile growing as his free hand moved to her stomach. Their lips met once more.

"Let's get you out of here” Eddie says quietly his arm enveloping (Y/n) once again as they made their way downstairs. Wayne waits by the door. "Do you think you could give me a ride to Chrissy's place Eds? I think I should be good to hide out there at least until her mom finds out” (Y/n) requested turning to face Eddie. "You can do that or you can come on home with us darlin' the choice is yours” Wayne offered surprising both (Y/n) and Eddie with his kindness.

"Are you sure? I feel like I've already been enough of a burden tonight” (Y/n) frowned. Grabbing her backpack gently Wayne shook his head. "I'll tell you the same thing I once told my nephew: you make do for family” he said lightly squeezing her shoulder.

Grateful Eddie thanked his uncle nodding with appreciation. The three of them exited the house with Wayne instructing Eddie to drive carefully. Assisting (Y/n) into the passenger seat Eddie ensured she was buckled in before closing the door. His actions elicited a small laugh from her a momentary release from the turmoil that surrounded them. “I can do that myself you know?” She giggles as Eddie climbs in.

He smiles a boyish smirk. “I know but you’re precious cargo sweets” he winks. As they pulled away from the house, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a tinge of hope. Her life might have taken an unexpected twist, but with Eddie by her side they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. And she knew that together they could handle it.

Most of the drive is quiet. Black Sabbath playing from the speakers. (Y/n) keeps her eyes mostly out the window or focused on her hands. The van rolls up to a stop sign before (y/n) breaks the silence. “So that went well” she laughs even though it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, how are you doing?”

“I mean it doesn’t feel great being homeless”

“I’m sure that was hard but I promise you aren’t homeless. You’ll just stay with me and Wayne till you and I can move out alright?”

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble for either of you. I feel like I’ve already made such a mess of things”

Eddie puts the van in park looking over at her. He cups her cheek in his ring covered hand looking into her eyes. “Stop that, all that stuff your dad said was bullshit alright? You didn’t make a mess of anything I swear” he promises her. Once she nods he quickly presses their lips together.

“I was actually saving up for a place of my own before you and the baby came along so we won’t even need to stay with Wayne much longer”

“This all seems so crazy I mean we’ve only been on three dates and we’re moving in together”

“I know it does but y’know what- wait we’ve only been on two dates: the movie last night and Benny’s?”

“Well technically I did say that the party was a date”

“That doesn’t count”

“What why?”

“It just doesn’t that’s not how I want you to think of our first date”

“Fine but that only makes it worse just two dates, I sound like a floozy or like I’m incredibly lovesick desperate enough to jump on the first guy who gives her affection”

“I think you’re being way too hard on yourself first of all. Secondly if anyone here is lovesick it’s me I’m the one who initiated all this remember?”

“I know I just worry how quickly we’re rushing this”

“Then we won’t rush we don’t have to move out just yet”

“Right okay, that’s a plan. If we do move out you’ll at least let me contribute? I have some money saved up”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the provider or some shit? I mean you’re growing our baby that feels like a huge contribution to me”

“Edward Munson”

“Fine yes ma’am”

“You know something else was said tonight I was curious about”

“And what’s that”

“You told my dad you love me”

Eddie takes in a deep breath leaning back in his seat. It was something that had definitely come out in the heat of the moment not the way he had planned for it to. “Yeah that did come out didnt it, look that wasn’t how I wanted that to go, is there anyway I could get a do over maybe after a couple more dates?” He asks. (Y/n) nods before kissing him much slower this time. “Sure Eds you can have a do over” she smiles.

When they get to the trailer Wayne is already there and sends them a nod. “I’m gonna get her settled then we can talk” Eddie says to his uncle. “Take your time. Darlin you try and have a goodnight alright you and I can have a chat tomorrow about livin arrangements” Wayne assures her. (Y/n) nodded quickly giving Wayne an unexpected hug.

He returned it giving her a small pat on the back. “Make yourself at home I mean it” Wayne promised when they separated. (Y/n) smiled returning to Eddie’s arms. He leads her to his room with a small kiss to the crown of her head.

When Eddie enters the living room Wayne is sat in his recliner two unopened beers sat on the coffee table. “She doin alright?” He asks. Eddie takes a breath sitting down. “Probably about as good as she can be” he answers grabbing one of the cans. Wayne nods silently grabbing his own drink.

“I’m sorry about all this”

“Were you careful at least? I mean I bought you those condoms for a reason”

“I know you didn’t want to raise another kid that wasn’t yours but you won’t have to raise this one. I really want to Wayne, I want to be a dad. Be the dad I never had y’know? The kind you were”

“And you’re sure about all this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been”

“Then I’m happy for you son and I’ll do what I can to help”

Taking that as a sign of approval Eddie reaches into his back pocket pulling out his wallet. He’s careful pulling the small photo from it passing it over to his uncle. “This the peanut?” Wayne asks quietly looking over the picture. “We uh talked about it and I know technically you’d be great uncle but how do you feel about being a grandpa?” Eddie asks. When Eddie looks over at his uncle he can the the slight water to the man’s eyes.

“Grandpa?” Wayne asks. “Yeah I mean especially after tonight we want our kid to have a family. And since he didn’t exactly love the whole dad thing I doubt Al’s gonna be stepping up to be a grandpa any time soon” Eddie explains. Wayne takes in a shaky breath nodding slowly. “Yeah son I think that has a nice ring to it” Wayne answers clearing his throat.

There’s another pause as Wayne admires the photograph. Wayne stands up and Eddie quickly joins him. The two share their most earnest version hug. “I uh should go check on her, thank you again Wayne” Eddie coughs when they separate. “Have a Goodnight son.”

Tags: @emilyshortcake @munsonmoonshine86

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 19 (Dumped at a Wedding!)

"Heather, I care about you, so I need to be honest: I was working late, but I was also afraid to come tonight."

Offended, Heather tore herself from his arms and zipped herself back into her dress. "And you're telling me this now? What's wrong with you, Malcolm?"

"Yeah, I'm a jackass, alright! Is that what you want me to say?"

"You don't respect me or my life as a vet in a small town. Why are you with me at all? Are we just supposed to build a future on great sex?"

"Who doesn't respect who here, Heather? Or should I say, 'Buttercup'?"

"Switching suppliers wasn't about you."

"No? You made it pretty clear how little you're interested in the business success of my family," he countered. "It's a beautiful venue for the wedding, by the way. With fireworks, too. Really looks like your dad's enjoying the windfall from his new business venture."

Heather seethed. "You should leave. Don't call me."

"If I leave right now, I'll never call you again," he vowed. She couldn't stop the tears, but refused to crumble and held her ground. "My loyalty to my family is no different than your loyalty to yours. We're done, Heather."

"Just go!" she begged, sobbing as she watched him walk away. He didn't turn once, and she scowled at his back.

She made her way inside and found comfort in her friends and family. Her mother Daisy offered a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Heather dabbed her tears with a napkin. "I know it's the right choice, but I'm embarrassed. And I'm angry I didn't end things with him sooner."

"Our hearts don't always feel what our heads are trying to tell us," said Daisy. "Don't beat yourself up. Just remember you've always got us."

She drowned her sorrows in her mother's shoulder. "I'm glad I don't need to go back to work for a few more days," she said. "This vacation's been more emotionally exhausting than I expected."

"How's your friend, Dylan? You should visit her before you leave the city."

Dylan and Gavin missed Holly’s wedding because Dylan had just had a baby, so before she left town, Heather stopped in to meet her friends’ newborn daughter, Pearl.

"How's married life?" asked Heather.

"A lot easier than taking care of a baby! But we're doing great. And I've never been happier to have my mother around!" Heather laughed as Dylan's clingy mother, Susan, hovered nearby. "Sorry we didn't invite you to the wedding. We just went down to the courthouse with my mom when we found out we were expecting. We didn't need a celebration, but I don't want you to think we wouldn't have wanted to share the day with the people we care about."

"Are you kidding? You can do whatever you want for your wedding. We're friends, and I'll just support you whatever you do."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "My mom really had me thinking not having a wedding would alienate people! She's so old-fashioned."

"My parents eloped in Oasis Springs when they found out they were expecting me, so I think it's kinda romantic."

Dylan smiled as her friend cradled Pearl, making faces at the blinking babe. "You're going to find someone who makes you feel as special as you are," she promised her friend.

"You don't know that. Maybe I should stay single."

"For a while, maybe, but not forever! You're a real catch, and the right guy is gonna see it."

Nearly everyone around her was happily married or on their way to it, but Heather had a broken heart to mend.

As always, she leaned on her work. She was great at her job and brimmed with confidence at her clinic. With every successful pet surgery, she felt more a part of the Brindleton Bay community.

Heather had navigated heartbreak before, but would things be different with Malcolm? ->

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[monimccoythings]

Arlong x Healer!human!reader Part 2

Part two of this fic! Arlong as a patient kinda gives me the vibes of that beauty and the beast scene, but Arlong is a bigger asshole, lol. I can't believe I'm still getting ideas, OPLA Arlong got me good, Mckinley Belcher III thanks for your service. This ends on a bit angstier note.

Since what you mentally liked to call 'the incident', your patient was quieter, but no more cooperative. He would only address you with short words or small noises. There still seemed to be an aura of hostility around him, but at least he wasn't trying to actively murder you. Trying to get him to take his painkillers was a constant fight, since he refused any kind of help that came from you.

Arlong wouldn't even allow you to change his bandages. No matter how much you insisted, every attempt was met with low warning growls. No matter how good your arguments were, he always refused you out of pride. You needed to be smarter if you wanted him healthy and out of your life.

"Look." You said, massaging your temples, a migraine incoming. You had to choose your next words carefully because he had a very short temper and had already proved to you that he greatly surpassed you in strength. "You don't want to be here. You want to leave as soon as possible. You can't do that as long as your bandages are dirty, because your wounds won't heal properly. So. If you are THAT eager to get out, please let me use my knowledge to change them. Think of my knowledge as a tool to achieve your goals."

That seemed to do the trick. At least he seemed to be considering it. After seconds that felt like hours he finally agreed. "Fine, do it quick."

Your hands were quick and efficient when removing his dirty bandages, your delicate touch never causing him an ounce of pain or staying longer than needed. Arlong himself looked quite impressed with your work, no human had ever touched him so tenderly and carefully, surprisingly, it was not unpleasant. Why would you do it? Why treat a fishman like himself? Why keep trying to help when all he wanted to do was chew your head off? Humans were really stupid creatures. Still, something about you made you stand out from the other members of your race.

Your fingers cleaned every single wound of his broad chest, only stopping a moment to admire the sun tattoo he had. It was a vibrant color of red. "Quick, human!" Better rush becuase his patience was running thinner by the second.

Finally, the terrible task that had been so dreaded by him was over in like ten minutes. If he hadn't been so insistent in behaving like a baby, it would have been over much sooner. None of you spoke to each other for the rest of the day, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you.

After that fateful encounter, things seemed to get a bit better, albeit not much. You really thought you could really crack his shell, even if just a tiny bit. You even saw him smile a bit at some funny comment you made. You could get used to that.

Then, one day, you woke up and Arlong was gone. You felt a little hurt, not that you would miss his snarky comments and cruel remarks about your species. Still, he had gone without saying goodbye. You didn't even expect a thank you, God knew that not even at gunpoint you would get a thank you from him. He could have said he didn't want to see your disgusting human face again, at least that could have counted as a goodbye.

'What an asshole.' You thought to yourself as you leaned on the railing of the porch of your clinic. Wherever he was now, you could only hope he didn't get beaten as badly as he had been when you found him. Letting out a sigh, you turned back to your duties, there were still tasks to be done and patients to attend. You couldn't let the tiny hole in your chest distract you from your responsibilites.

Unbeknownst to you, Arlong observed you from afar, sitting on a large rock near the cliffs. He couldn't stay longer, he didn't want to stay longer. Those feelings growing in his chest were dangerous and he refused to have them for a human. Humans were monsters, slave holders that destroyed anything that was different ffrom them. Over time, you would prove to be just like the others, a cruel merciless soul that rejected his kind. This ridiculous idea of peaceful coexistence was just a foolish dream, this island would slowly fall apart. Because Humans and Fishmen were not meant to be.

With that last thought, he jumped into the sea, hoping the cold waters would help to erase the memory of you that had deeply engraved itself inside his head.