#god for her it would've been 50 years

[eggmeralda]

I have genuinely been living 6 decades in the past for like the last 4 months

[dixons-sunshine]

Imagine this…. for the young daryl X young reader au

Reader has a camcorder which she carries around when her and daryl go on little trips and they end up finding it again after years for whatever reason and it’s a nice little fluffy scene where they relive earlier times together before everything

A Trip Down Memory Lane | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: While unpacking your things for your new apartment with Daryl, you stumbled across an old video camera you had used to film little moments between you and Daryl in your teen years. A visit down memory lane gives Daryl the push he needed to ask you something important.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: This request was so cute! I hope you don't mind that I paired it with another idea I had. It just seemed like it would fit perfectly. And I made Daryl romantic in this because he's a romantic deep down.

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“Dear god, what the fuck was I thinking? That style was horrible!”

Daryl laughed at your comment, pulling you closer into his side. “I think ya looked cute. Kinda like Minnie Mouse in a way.”

“That doesn't make it any less horrible. Polka dots and frilly pink headbands are not my thing,” you laughed, skipping to the next video on the video camera you had found.

You and Daryl were in the midst of unpacking the boxes with all of your things. The two of you had just recently found a cheap enough apartment to rent and were busy organising everything when you had stumbled upon an old video camera that you had used when you were teenagers. Everything else was quickly forgotten as you and Daryl sat in the middle of what should be the living room, surrounded by a bunch of boxes as you took a trip down memory lane.

“Fuck, please tell me tha' ain't me,” Daryl groaned when a younger version of him appeared on the screen. “Jesus, buddy. Ya ever heard of sunlight? It'd do ya good to work on yer tan. Ya look like a fuckin' sheet of paper.”

You chuckled at the comment, nodding your head in agreement. “You do kinda look pale in this.”

“Looks like I needed at least 50 blood transfusions. M'surprised I didn't drop dead back then,” Daryl agreed, shaking his head in disapproval of his former self. “Can't believe s'already been a decade. Feels like jus' yesterday when we were back in yer mom's trailer.”

“Time flies. Now we're moving in to what is hopefully our last apartment for a while. You've got a great job down at that motorcycle repair shop and I've got a great teaching gig,” you replied, placing the video camera down next to you.

Daryl nodded. “Mhm,” he agreed, before giving you a playful smile. “Dun' know 'bout yer gig, though. Those five year olds are gremlins. They're gon' eat ya alive when ya start on Monday. Ya dun' stand a chance.”

You faked an offended gasp and shoved him lightly, eliciting a laugh from him. “I'll have you know, Mr Dixon, that I'm more than capable of handling a couple of five year olds. I've been doing it for two years.”

Daryl smiled and pulled you closer into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I know. S'those high schoolers yer plannin' on teachin' one day tha's gon' eat ya up. Teenagers are the real ones ya should look out for.”

“Luckily that won't be for a while. I'm quite content on just teaching the little ones for now,” you responded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “And teenagers aren't that bad. Most of them are just misunderstood. Some of them are in situations a lot like—”

Despite cutting yourself off, Daryl knew exactly what you meant. If it were any other person, Daryl would've gotten pissed, but it wasn't just any other person. It was you, the love of his life, the person who's stuck with him despite everything, because of everything. He wouldn't fault you for one slip up. God only knows he'd said so much worse a couple of years ago, but you forgave him.

You were amazing to him like that.

“Situations a lot like wha' I went through,” Daryl finished for you, letting out a deep sigh.

“Sorry,” you hurriedly apologised, pulling back slightly to look into your boyfriend's eyes. “I didn't mean to bring it up. I—”

A tender kiss to your lips shut you up instantly. When Daryl pulled back, he gave you a reassuring smile. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he'd get mad at you for one minor slip of the tongue.

“S'alrigh',” he reassured you. “M'not mad. And yer righ'. There's way too many kids tha' go through wha' I went through. Tha's why any highschool would be lucky to have ya. Ya could help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. No, ya will help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. Jus' like ya helped me.”

You smiled and gently cupped his cheek, bringing him into a sweet kiss. “I love you,” you whispered when you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“I love ya too. More than ya'll ever know,” he responded, before pulling away and reaching for something in his pocket. “But maybe this will give ya a glimmer of how much I love ya.”

You gasped in surprise, happy tears welling up in your eyes. A choked up laugh escaped you, ecstasy flooding through your body as your eyes flickered between the man you loved and the small, round object he held delicately between his fingers.

A ring.

“I know this ain't the most expensive ring out there, and it dun' have some big diamond in the middle tha's worth more than this apartment, but m'hopin' s'enough. If I could get a better one, I would, and I will someday. Someday when I finally get promoted and yer teachin' high schoolers, when we dun' have to worry 'bout rent and shit like tha'.”

You smiled through your tears, another small laugh escaping. “Daryl—”

“Nah, please let me finish 'fore I chicken out,” he cut you off. When you nodded, he continued. “Ya've always been there fer me. Ever since we were twelve and ya started joinin' me by tha' river. When I needed ya the most, ya were always there with a reassurin' smile and a willin' ear. Then ya became my girlfriend ten years ago, and despite everythin', ya've stuck with me. Despite my outbursts, my baggage, my brother...”

You laughed at that. “I really don't like your brother.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. “I know, but ya stayed. Fer ten years now, ya've been by my side. Yer my best friend, my partner in crime, the love of my life, and there's no one I wanna spend the rest of my days with than the beautiful, kind, funny, smart woman right in front of me. Yer my ray of sunshine, the one who always manages to make me feel better.”

Daryl adjusted himself until he was on one knee in front of you. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you scrambled to sit on your knees, your eyes sparkling in wonder as the ring glinted in the light.

“Sunshine, would ya do me the honour of bein' my wife?”

Words completely eluded you at that moment. You quickly grabbed his face and brought him into a kiss, that particular kiss conveying more than words ever could. When you pulled away, you smiled softly at him.

“Yes, I'll marry you. You didn't even have to ask.”

Daryl let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “God, tha' was nerve wrackin'.”

You laughed as you pulled away from the hug. “I bet. You know, for a man of few words, that speech was kind of incredible. It definitely beat the one I had planned for you.”

Daryl frowned in confusion. “Wha' speech fer me?”

Nervously, you reached into your own pocket and pulled out a silver band. Daryl's eyes widened in surprise as you showed him the ring you had.

“I was kinda getting fed up with waiting for you to pop the question, so I was gonna take matters into my own hands.”

Daryl let out a laugh of surprise and shook his head. “Wow,” he mused. “Gender roles be damned, huh?”

“Damn straight,” you agreed, before motioning to the ring in his hand. “You can slip the ring on my finger, Mr Dixon.”

Complying with your request, he slipped the ring onto your finger. Before you even had to ask, Daryl extended his left hand to you. You smiled and slipped his own ring onto his finger.

Looking at the ring, Daryl smiled fondly. “Ya continue to surprise me everyday, Mrs Dixon.”

“I'm not a Dixon yet,” you reminded him, allowing him to pull you into his arms for the millionth time that day. “But I could be one soon. Maybe tomorrow, even.”

“Ya suggestin' we elope?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at the idea—an idea that sounded absolutely perfect to him. “Yer mom would kill us if she found out.”

“Well,” you began, admiring the ring on your finger. “It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Besides, we don't need some elaborate wedding to show how much we love each other. All we need is each other, and someone willing to officiate. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow.”

“Tha' sounds absolutely perfect,” Daryl agreed, pressing a kiss to your head.

“By the way, if you buy me another ring in the future to replace this one, I will be pissed. This ring is perfect.”

“Whatever makes ya happy, Mrs Dixon. I love ya.”

“I love you too.”

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[imaginespazzi]

niviiiiii where you at my love??? need your game recap and your crashout over ur wifey being back on the court!!

48 hours later, and now that I can remember the game for more than just Azzi because really that's all I could think about on the actual day, I do have actual game thoughts:

Thank god I had that cloud of happiness about Azzi coming back because if I didn't, I think that game might have actually killed my soul because quite frankly, I didn't think that game was great by any stretch. And listen I love my alums, I love seeing them, love their support etc. etc. but please for the love of god, they can never come to a game against a real opponent and they needa stay so far away from the team during March/April.

The one thing I did enjoy: SARAH FUCKING STRONG. She was just so good and she really just does everything on the court at such a high level. AND THE THREES ARE FALLING! Like everyone should be really scared because Sarah is the real fucking deal.

Thank god Paige lowkey had a good second half because if she'd kept playing the way the she did that first half, the discourse would've been unbearable and I wouldn't have even stepped into defend her like girlie was doing her best *not* to beat the allegation from ND last year. But as always, when she wasn't contributing scoring wise, Paige did everything else. Grandpa should've let her get that double-double.

I like that Ice seems to be becoming consistent with what she does

Thank god for KC in the first half! That's that veteran experience bleeding through where despite the rims apparently being closed for UConn, she found a way. Hopefully that translates to a higher ranked opponent.

We need more from Ash but I do like that she's being aggressive

JANA GIRL LAYUPS!! Please for the love of god truly nothing irritates me more and I'm assuming by the looks he was giving her, Geno's gonna get on her ass about it.

KK continues to give us that spark off the bench but she's still making some freshman mistakes.

Speaking of sparks, Morgan has a definitive impact that won't show up on the box score, but you see it when she steps on the floor every game.

Allie baby I fear you're gonna have to wait your turn and that might not be till next year

AND FINALLY AZZI FUDD!! Man I was just so happy to see my girl so happy to play and she could've score 0 points and I would've felt like she'd scored 50. Gonna add another anon here because I think they captured it pretty well:

Like obviously she didn't do anything otherwordly but immediately you can tell she's moving well and the fact that she was willing to make shot after missing is a great read on her new mentality. AND THE DEFENSE. I remember Azzi saying that's what she took most pride in, in HS, so if we can get that defensive minded Azzi + her shots start falling, well...Geno might faint out of love for her lol.

Overall with opponents like this, it's all about how you beat them and we didn't do it particularly beautifully but like I've been saying, this is a young team and it's early days. I think the Bahama's will be a great test for them and especially if they get Ole Miss, I think we're gonna learn a lot.

[americas1suiteheart]

I have something called Juvenile Myoclonic Epilepsy that I was diagnosed with when I was 15 which isn't caused by flashing lights or strobes, but rather hormones. So, I decided to do something with a reader that is epileptic, just not with something exactly like mine. Enjoy!!

I Won't Tell, I Promise

James Wilson x Epileptic! Reader

Summary; Y/n has been working at Princeton for 4 years, hiding her epilepsy in fear of losing her job. But what happens when an episode comes out of no where?

Notes; Everyone I've met and told I have epilepsy always thinks it's light sensitive, but it's not. I wanted to kind of have this as a thing to give a bit of what it's like dealing with that stigma.

Warnings; Foul language, mentions of taking prescription drugs, epileptic episodes, angst.

Word Count; 4,230

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You've been working at the Princeton Plainsboro teaching hospital for a short while so far.

Before Prinston, you worked at a hospital all the way over in Oklahoma City as a nurse, then to Chicago as a doctor.

You probably would've never gotten this job if you mentioned what would be considered a "safety concern", to anyone.

You were diagnosed with Myoclonic Epilepsy when you were 17 and though it was said to be hormonal, it still hasn't gone away 26 years later.

"It'll go back to normal, just give it time, it usually goes away by your 20s," the neurologists and your mother constantly reminded you that. And nearly 30 years later and they were wrong.

That's what upset you the most. The fact that they assured you that it would go away and you would no longer have to take anymore of the god damn medicines or switching them constantly. They lied to you.

But, no use in moping about it. It is what it is. This problem, this disorder, is what pushed you to do what you do now. Neurology.

The doctors and neurologists could never figure out what was "wrong" with you. Countless tests, week long EEG's, CT scans, blood tests and draws, more brain scans, everything you could think of. Nothing.

No tumors ever found, nor any family history of it.

You'd just figure it out yourself.

Being in the medical field for almost 20 years has just earned you one of the larger titles.

Dr. Y/n L/n | Head of Neurology.

You had your own office on the floor where all of the MRI and CT machines resided. Made recently for you.

You just got that title just a couple months ago, and man was it difficult.

You had to take an extra dose of medicine due to the amount of stress and lack of sleep you were getting. And you weren't about to give that title you worked so hard for up.

Maybe (you knew it was,) mixing one of the strongest medications with another concentrated one was a bad idea.

750 mg of Levetiracetam, 370 mg of Lamotrigine, and 50 mg of Clobazam 3 times daily. On top of vitamins due to deficiency.

Now, that high of a dose of the Levetiracetam was already bad enough, but mixing it with the Lamotrigine made it worse. But you couldn't have an episode on the job. You feared that if you did, you would lose not only your title, but your job, and at the worst, your medical license.

You just couldn't risk that.

"...Y/n? You okay? Can you hear me?" A hand waved in front of your face with a couple snaps, trying to get your attention

Now see, that was the tricky thing with epilepsy. Absent seizures. You never knew if you'd just spaced out or had another small seizure.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Yeah, I just spaced out for a second, my bad." You respond, forcing a smile with a chuckle.

"Oh, good. Thought I lost you there," Wilson says, putting his hand down and taking another bite of his salad.

Your watch begins to beep, indicating it was time to take the second medication of the day.

One in the morning, one during lunch, and one at night, taking each one with water and food.

"Um, give me a second, I gotta go get some water real quick. I'll be right back." You awkwardly rush.

"Don't worry, I'll get one for you. I've gotta throw my trash anyways."

"No, Wilson. Really it's fine I can get it," You began to panic. Don't panic.

"Then I'll go with you," Wilson smiles, getting up with his trash.

You mutter out an "Okay."

'He's going to ask about the pills. I've never taken my meds in front of anyone before. What do I say?' You began to freak out even more. 'What if he sees them and tells Cuddy about them? I'll lose my job.'

Technically you weren't supposed to supply your own medication to yourself. That's how House got in trouble. It's not like I'm abusing them, though. Right?

"What's that timer for?" Wilson asks.

"Well, sometimes I'll be working and I'll forget to grab lunch, so I don't want to forget to eat, y'know?" Liar.

"Oh,"

You continued walking in an awkward silence before you quickly went to the food bar and bought a bottle of water.

"You left me, what was that for?" Wilson chuckles with a hand on his hip.

'Do I just tell him? He'd be the first to know apart from my family or friends back in my hometown. No one since I left there knows about it. But I could trust him.'

"Uh, well.." You begin.

"Wilson! Come here!"

You turn around to see House marching (or trying more so,) toward the two of us.

"House-"

"Shut up, I need you. You can talk to Ms. Addict later."

'Shit, did House know?'

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?" Unbelievable.

"..real bold coming from you, House." You continue.

"At least I admit it! You’re exactly like me!" House shouts as he walks away with Wilson.

"What do you mean by 'Ms. Addict?'" Wilson asks, you being able to hear him as he walks away with House.

'If House knows, will he tell Wilson? Shit, more importantly, will he tell Cuddy?'

You sigh as you walk out of the cafeteria and go down the stairs to your respective level and enter your office.

"God, I've gotta stop this shit.." You say, picking up some x-rays of brain scans.

The patient was an 8 year old little boy. He was experiencing small seizures regularly, without any family history of seizures or epilepsy diagnosis'.

He'd been in the hospital for nearly a week now, countless tests were run, and he'd been attached to an EEG machine to see what would spike when he had an episode.

'Shit.'

You looked more closely at one of the radiographs. On the right side of his temporal lobe there were two black masses, most likely tumors, which looked to have been roughly 5 to 6 inches in size.

"Fuck.. Fuck, what do I do with this." You began to panic. There shouldn't be masses like that. This could just be something wrong with the machine, right?

You can't just stand there. You had to say something.

'Wilson,' You thought to yourself.

He would be the one to go to. You could only hope that they weren't cancerous tumors.

You gather up the rest of the radiographs and make your way out of your office to go to Wilson's, hoping that House was finished doing whatever he does, and that he would be in there.

"Hey, Dr. L/n, I was wondering if you have any updates on Noah yet?" The boy's mother stopped me in my tracks.

"Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Pieters. I was actually just looking at Noah's radiographs now. I'm going up to Dr. Wilson's office right now to go over them with him, so the final results should hopefully be out soon," You explain anxiously, still trying to sound as professional as possible.

"Oh wonderful! Once again, thank you for putting Noah in your care. You have no idea how lucky and relieved we feel now." She replies, a big smile on her face.

You feel so bad...

"Of course, Mrs. Pieters. Noah's health is one of my top priorities right now, and I couldn't be more happy to help. If you don't mind, though, I really need to go over these with Dr. Wilson right now."

"Of course. Sorry for keeping you," She apologized.

You wave her goodbye and rush to the stairs to reach Wilson's office.

You urgently knock on his door, waiting for a response, yet none came. You knock once again, and still no response. "James, are you in there? There are some radiographs I need to show you,"

You wait more, and still no response. Maybe House or Cuddy know where he is.

You go next door and open House's door, not even bothering to knock.

There House sat, throwing and catching his oversized tennis ball.

"What the hell-"

"Do you know where Wilson is?!" You cut him off in an urgency.

"He's probably in the bathroom touching himself, I'd check in there if I were you," He says sarcastically.

Oh..

"I'm being serious, House!" You roll your eyes and shout in frustration.

“Why, do you want to finally confess your undying love for him?”

You look at House with your mouth agape, looking like a fish out of water trying to create a response that wouldn't make you seem flustered. “I-”

You figured it would be near impossible to have an actual serious conversation, though not that you wanted one, with House. “I’m just gonna go ahead and go to Cuddy’s..” You sigh, frustrated with the time you’d just wasted trying to talk to him.

“Fine then! Be-” House shouts before you shut the door on him, silencing whatever bullshit he was going to say to or call you.

You make your way to Cuddy's office, looking at the radiographs on your way to make sure they really were something to be concerned about, though you would still look them over no matter what.

You knock on Cuddy's door and barge in, the same way you'd just done with House's. "Cuddy, have you seen Wils-" You say, stopping as you see Wilson standing at Cuddy's desk, going over some files.

"Oh my gosh, thank god. James, please, I need your help and time just for a moment," You plead.

"James? I got upgraded to James now?"

"Not the time now, Wilson,"

"Can you two do this somewhere else?" Cuddy says, a tinge of annoyance barely clear.

You leave Cuddy's office with Wilson following behind.

"What is it I can help you-" He says before you urgently (rudely,) cut him off.

"It's about Noah's MRI and CT scan results," You sigh, sadness in your voice.

Wilson's face softened, "Please tell me it's good,"

You pull up the radiographs and show them to him, not being able to see it all that great.

"Let's go to my office,"

You and Wilson make your way into your office, you put the pictures onto the intensifying screen and take a look at them once more, that feeling in your stomach getting deeper.

Please don't let it be bad..

"Those black masses right there at the temporal lobe, do you think those are.. tumors?" Your voice shakes.

Wilson inspects the pictures and points out the same two that you feared.

"Th-these ones?" Wilson questioned.

You nod your head.

You were horrified, but at the same time, you were anticipated. If these were the cause, then you would know why this was happening to him, unlike you with yours.

Wilson lets out a deep breath and turns to you, "We're going to have to run some more tests.. these are.. definitely tumors, but we don't know if they're cancerous..."

You sigh and rub your hands over your face.

Wilson walks to you and rubs your back with one hand, and places the other onto your shoulder.

You shiver at his touch, you began to feel dizzy and after taking your hands away from your face, you see black auras begin to obscure your vision.

And then, you blacked out.

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Your head was pounding and your tongue was swollen. You looked around you in confusion as you found yourself laying on your side.

Where am I?

A hand ran through your hair as someone softly assured you that you were okay.

You get up before quickly falling back down to the floor.

"Hey, hey, L/n, just- sit back down. You're okay," a familiar voice assured you.

You blink slowly.

"Hey, look at me, look.. What's my name?"

You look at the male, his face becoming more familiar, though not enough until a couple seconds passed by, him staying patient with you.

"Wilson?" You slur.

"Good- um, what's your name, now?"

You felt like you were going to vomit. Your head was still spinning, though you were starting to become more familiar with your surroundings,

"Y/n? What happened?" You groan.

"Y/n, you just had a seizure.."

Those five words sent you into shock, though now it was beginning to quickly rise up to a panic attack..

"What?"

You put your head into your hands and brought your knees to your chest, a lump began to form in your throat and tears welled up in your eyes, "No, no, no, no, no, oh god, no..." You sobbed. You let yourself stress out enough to the point that you had an episode after not having one for nearly 6 months. You were doing so good. God there's no way you're going to ever drive again.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, Y/n." Wilson tried to assure you as he patted your back.

"No, no it's not okay.. shit," You choke up.

You wipe the saliva off of your mouth, presumably from spitting up during your episode.

You rock yourself back and forth, head still in your hands.

Wilson stayed quiet. He had no idea what to say, but you preferred that he didn't. You needed some silent time to gather your mind together.

"God.. fuck, I'm so sorry, James. You shouldn't have had to deal with that.." you exhale and apologize, afraid to even look at him.

"Y/n, don't- don't apologize,"

"You're not going to tell anyone are you? Please don't tell anyone, please, Wilson," You pleaded, tears welling up again at the thought of losing your job.

You didn't know that House had already known before. House had overheard you when you were speaking to Noah that one day, and then found out how much you were taking a day, earning your new nickname 'Ms. Addict'.

Him being the huge blabbermouth that he is, he obviously felt the need to tell Wilson. Wilson didn't know if he told him because he had some sort of worry for you, or if it was just him being an asshole, but by God was he glad that House told him.

"I won't tell, I promise." Wilson said as he wiped the tears away from your face, cupping it with his hand.

You melt into his touch and sigh.

"How.. how much Levetiracetam have you been taking..?" Wilson questioned.

You look at him in confusion, "What? What are you talking about?"

"Your meds.. how much of them are you taking?"

House.

"House- House told me, just earlier today," Wilson admitted hesitantly.

House!

“I’m gonna kill him!” You suddenly shout in a fit of sudden rage.

You get up only to fall once again, not just triggering your vertigo, but also making the previous dizziness you’d just had only mere minutes ago worsen.

You grab onto the nearest table to stable yourself, stumbling around as you try to pathetically attempt to speed walk.

 “L/n– L/n hold on just– Y/n!” Wilson says anxiously.

“Fuckin’ asshole, I’m gonna kill him.. How does he even know?” You grumble to yourself.

You stumbled around the workplace, bumping into things and nearly dodging others, looking like a lunatic disguised as a doctor, or to be more accurate; House.

“Y/n!” Wilson calls out to you, catching up to you far more quickly than you had been “speedwalking”.

He stops you, getting ahold of your left arm and goes in front of you, grabbing your other arm after successfully stopping you from even taking one more step.

“L/n, don’t. I know he’s an asshole but let's just go back to your office so we can sit you down, and then talk about this, okay?”

You were upset, and overwhelmed. He was right. You should go back to your office, sit down, have some water, and focus on Noah.

Noah..

You nod at him and turn around to make your way back to your office, one of his hands on your back and another out in case you fall.

He was so.. caring. You’ve never had someone care so much for you. You haven’t had that in years, you’d forgotten just how nice it was to be cared for, even if it were in upsetting circumstances such as now.

You smile to yourself as he helps you to your office chair, thanking him.

Wilson pulls up a stool in front of you, “L/n, are you okay?” He questions, taking your hands into his own, warm and calloused.

“Yeah, I guess I just freaked out a bit. I’m alright,”

“How much medicine have you been taking, L/n..” Wilson asks concerningly.

You sigh. You didn’t want to admit you had a bit of a.. problem with substances, specifically your prescribed ones. God, I really am House..

“Uh,” You look away from him. You were more than ashamed of yourself. There was a reason the drugs were controlled, because they were addictive..

It had gotten to the point where you depended on them too much. The Clobazam wasn’t even necessary, either.

“750 mg of Levetiracetam, 370 mg of Lamotrigine, and 50 mg of Clobazam.” You mutter.

“750 of Levetiracetam??”

“Yeah.. three times daily.”

Wilson sighs and lets his head fall low, muttering something to himself.

“L/n, you could overdose on just the Levetiracetam and Lamotrigine together twice, maybe even once! But you're mixing it with the Clobazam, too? Three times a day? Who’s prescribing you this much medicine?!” Wilson was genuinely concerned for you, he didn't mean to sound or come off as angry or upset, but that’s definitely what he sounded like.

"Myself," You looked at your hands, his were still holding yours.

"..I'm sorry but- I couldn't risk having an episode, especially not here. If- if anyone else found out I thought I might lose my job or- or my medical license, I can’t risk that, I- I worked so hard for this title, I can’t let it be taken away because of some stupid-” You started to get worked up and hysterical. So much build up just over the years of not telling anyone your worries, not even your parents or friends from home, all of it just spilt out in front of Wilson.

Wilson gets up and pulls you into a tight hug, stroking your hair as his chin rested on to of your head. “I won’t tell anyone, and I promise you, I absolutely promise you that you won’t lose your job if anyone else finds out,”

You tense up, but the sound of his heartbeat so close to your line of hearing made you relax into his arms, wrapping your own across his torso.

“I don’t know about you, but this is one of the first times that I’ve ever been happy that House is an asshole. I’m glad he told me. I’m glad you’re safe.” Wilson continued, holding you closer to him.

His overwhelming affection and concern began to make you tear up. He actually cared for you.

And though House would never admit it, so did he.

You began to cry into Wilson’s lab coat, still not letting go of him in fear that you would lose him forever if you did.

“I care for you, Y/n. I never want you to feel this way.”

He didn’t even care that you were dirtying his coat with your own tears and snot, he only cared for you at that moment.

“Oh, you finally found him. Did you find him in the bathroom touching himself like I said he was? Is that why you’re crying? Do you need a hug from me, too?” House says sarcastically as he barges into your office.

You take your face out of Wilson’s coat to scowl at House. “Fuck off, Greg..” You sniffle.

“House, it’s really not the time for your shit, and that’s a highly innaproppriate thing to say- wait, where did you get that from?” Wilson says, pulling away from you.

“I’ve heard you,” House ‘whispers’ very loudly.

House hobbles over to you and stares for a few seconds before ruffling your hair, making it messier than it already was before.

“Addict,”

“Says you, asshole,” You respond, trying to smooth out your hair for it to look decently.

“..Uh, how did you know? About my..” you continue.

“You have really gotta start being more quiet when you talk to your patients about stuff like that, it was hard not to hear you blabbering to that kid. Do you just do that with all of them? Pretty wreckless if you ask me,” House responds.

“And my medication?”

“You’re not as sneaky with it as you think. Maybe being more open about it would raise less flags. You just might actually be worse than I am, Ms. Addict.”

Wilson stood aside, watching the interaction between his best friends. They hated eachother, but cared for eachother at the same time. He smiled at the scene.

“Whatever,” You say as House leaves your office.

“You two are an interesting pair,” Wilson chuckles.

“He’s a child.” You roll your eyes and smile.

House pops back into your office, sticking only his head in through your doorway. “Druggie addict.” and he disappears once more.

“There’s my point being proven,”

“Oh, I never doubted you,”

You look up at Wilson, with him looking back down at you.

You took in his features for a good couple of moments, 

his thick brows were one of the most noticable features of his, in the best way possible in your opinion at least. You could never imagine him with what people would concider “normal proportioned” brows. They sat atop those puppy dog eyes that held a sort of tired softness to them, you could just get lost in them forever. A single section of hair seperated from his usual kept up hair, laying on top of his forehead. His smile. My god, his smile was so nice.

“What?” Wilson lets out a breathy laugh.

“Nothing, you just look nice today,” You reply back before getting up out of your chair in your best efforts, successfully making it back to Noah’s Radiographs.

“Thanks, you do, too,” He stood next to you at a closer proximity than before.

You and Wilson looked closely at Noah’s Radiographs for a few minutes before Wilson declared, “I don’t think you have to worry about these tumors too much, they look benign to me. We just need to remove them and Noah should be fine,”

You let out a sigh of relief. Noah was an amazing kid. You have no clue what you would do if you had to give news that he had something that could possibly be a cause of death. At least you found the reason for his.

You lay your head on Wilson’s shoulder and smile, “Thanks, James.”

He brings his hand up to grab your waist, pulling you closer to him and laying his head onto yours, “Thank you for letting me help out with him. He’s lucky to have you,”

“..though, I think I would be even luckier to have you, Y/n.” Wilson continues.

Wilson had always been good with his words when he wanted to. They always came out to be smooth, yet not too vulgar or forward. Thats exactly what it felt like now. It felt genuine, it felt like it actually came straight from the heart, and now you felt like yours was about to practically beat out of your chest.

“I think you would, I’m just special like that,” you giggle.

Wilson raises his head off of yours and looks at you, taking in how beautiful you looked before placing a small kiss to your head.

You grin, practically from ear to ear and lift your head off of his shoulder to press a kiss to his cheek, only for him to lift your chin up. You two were practically teasing each other, for as when you went to close the gap, he lifted you up and carried you to your office chair bridal style and sat down with you in his lap, now closing the gap himself as he spun around in the chair with you.

You smiled into the kiss and you could feel he was too.

This would be one of your most memorable days ever, in so many ways. Not only because of Noah, but because of this moment with James that you would never imagine would happen to you in a million years.

Its not to early to think to yourself or say, you love him.

You love James Wilson, and you would scream it from the top of your lungs so everyone else could be reminded of it.

You were in love with him, and he was in love with you.

[sreidsville]

timeless – spencelle.

"cause i believe that we were supposed to find this... so, even in a different life you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless."

summary: elle enters a store and begins to remember her life years ago, before suddenly having to cut the bond that took years to build with her friends and her boyfriend.

disclaimers: suggestive content (+14), emotional situations, arguments, overthinking, mention of panicking.

trope: fluffy, second chance.

n/a: guys… take a deep breath before reading, kay? u'll be fine, i promise, we're going to have a happy ending! also, english it's not my first language, so let me know if there's anything i can improve!

divider by cafekitsune | wc: 3.6k

Down the block, there's an antique shop, a cute and old one, where you find stories in every object in there.

The sky looks gray-ish, and the leaves falling down the street reminded Elle about something special that she has kept in her heart for the past years. Something… someone, but definitely special.

Elle was just passing by, like she always does. Wearing a green shirt, pants, a blazer, high heels and in her hand, coffee. She passes though the same way everyday, but today in specific, something in her head said: Stop! So she walked in.

The bell on the door indicated her arrival, an old man gave her a smile and looked at her over his glasses, but he didn't say anything, so Elle walked around the place, admiring what was around her.

There are pictures, paintings, vinyls, and objects that she had only seen in films from the 50s. Elle looked around one more time, and a pile of books caught her attention. She walks through the corridor, trying to be cautious not to break anything. The first book at the pile made Elle hold her breath, memories crawling back to her mind. Beautiful days, when she was younger… She remembers every detail from that time. She takes the book, holding it, and then, taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes. For a second, it was like she could go back in time, feeling everything. The yellow light coming from the large window, the smell of books and perfume, the comfortable couch, and the most important…

“Elle?”

His voice.

5 years ago.

“Elle?” Spencer’s voice echoes in the room, and the beautiful woman gives him a smile, staring at his face.

She came to his house after texting him if she could, and he, obviously, said yes.

For Elle, he looks absolutely adorable, wearing the sweater she gifted him last week, in halloween. She saw it at the store, the colors orange and black highlighted, and the voice in her head said automatically: he would love that! So she bought it. Little did she know that the sweater is his favorite now. Besides that, he's wearing glasses, Elle’s favorite.

She went to Spencer's apartment after sending a message asking if she could. He said he would leave the door open for her, so when he left the room, she was in the living room, and had taken the liberty of sitting on the couch and observing the place. Spencer’s space is him in objects. Elle sees Spencer in every little detail in there, whether it's the books open on the desk and scattered everywhere, or the coffee machine that she knows is on in the kitchen.

“Hi, Reid” she says.

“What are you doing here?” He approaches with a smile on his face, and she can smell soap and perfume. He just got out of the shower.

“You know, I just wanted to see you, and you told me that the door would be open for me anytime, so, I guess it's not a big surprise seeing me in your living room with donuts…”

This time the smile reaches his eyes, and Elle can't help but smile too. She's wearing a red shirt and black pants. Her brown eyes almost hypnotize Spencer, bringing all his attention to them. God, she looks so pretty.

“You brought donuts?”

“Yes, and it's your favorite” she opens the box, showing him “Chocolate with sprinkles”

“Awn…” Elle left the gaze up to his face again. She loves when he makes these little excited noises when he's happy. It's cute. “Thanks, Elle!”

The BAU members are off, so Elle and Reid spend the rest of the day watching movies like good friends and eating the donuts Elle bought earlier. As time passed, they got closer on the couch, and as much as Reid didn't like physical touch, he didn't mind Elle laying on his shoulder. He sighed when he noticed that she had fallen asleep. Elle is a loving, dedicated and strong woman, but she is also delicate. Reid wants to be the one who protects her when she needs it, a shoulder for her to cry on. And admitting it makes his heart race inside the chest.

“Spencer?”

“Hm? What is it Elle? Are you ok?”

She looks at him, with her head still resting on his shoulder, that way, their faces are close to each other, and Spencer feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise with Elle's breath there.

"Spencer, do you ever feel like you have no control over things?"

"Yes, sometimes"

"Okay... I don't think I can control something I desperately want right now."

Elle lifts her head from his shoulder, and looks into his eyes, but then quickly looks down at his lips, which are slightly open. Their faces are still close, and even more so now, Spencer can feel her breath against his face.

"What do you say to that?"

"That I can't resist either…”

Thousandths of seconds. That's how long it takes for Elle to kiss Spencer. It seems difficult to contain yourself when you've wanted something for so long, that's why when their lips are together, they start to move against each other in a way that Spencer couldn't describe in any way other than special. When Reid sighs against Elle's lips, it's as if something inside her melts, so she deepens the kiss, feeling Spencer's hands move until they hold her face, delicately, in a perfect fit.

They only move away from each other when the rain outside starts hitting the living room window, scaring them for a second, but soon after, they both start laughing, and the atmosphere between them becomes more and more unique… The look Spencer gave Elle made her think that nothing in the world would make her forget that moment. The moment they finally accepted the feelings they had for each other.

“It's raining…”

“I guess I'll need to stay here for a little bit longer…” she smiles, hugging Spencer.

“I’m gonna love that”

The smell of rain reminds her of another day that would be etched in her memory.

4 years ago.

"Elle! It's raining!" Spencer coughs while laughing, running through the streets with his bag over his head, in a failed attempt to protect himself from the falling drops.

Elle also laughs, and when she realizes that Spencer is behind, she pulls him by the hand so that they can run together to the facade of the building where she lives.

They were at a coffee shop hours ago, and after drinking an overpriced coffee, they decided to walk around the center, visiting stores and buying things they probably don't need, but would like to have. Nobody knew about their relationship, even though jokes about their closeness were part of their daily lives, they still didn't know how to admit it to others, so they kept it just between themselves, without labels, they just allowed themselves to feel.

After passing through the hallways and going up to Elle's apartment floor via the elevator, they are greeted by the warm space heater. Spencer takes off the wet All Star and is left with just her colorful socks, which Elle thinks is cute. The woman goes to the bathroom, taking the towel, drying her own hair before offering Reid to do the same, but she can't help but notice how handsome he looks with his wet hair and the tight shirt on his body. It's not like Spencer isn't noticing the delicate contours of Elle's body curves either, and when he realizes he's being watched, he feels his cheeks flush.

"You can stay here until the rain stops..." she says, heading to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker to make coffee for the two of them. "It's going to be difficult to catch the subway now, everyone must have rushed there."

“Ah, it would be great to spend time with you, actually.”

"Even though we worked today and spent the whole afternoon together?"

"I never get tired of seeing you..."

Elle smiles at the statement, and goes to Spencer, hugging his waist as she looks at him.

Reid can't resist the closeness and caresses Elle's cheek, smiling lightly as he kisses her forehead, and then kisses her lips, delicately but intensely. She sighs, raising her hands to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken, Elle loves it when Spencer takes action.

As the kiss continues, the world around them seems to slowly disappear, and before they know it, their hands are running over each other's bodies, their breathing becomes labored and their touches become more urgent, just like the kiss. With a quick movement, Spencer turns off the coffee maker, without moving away from Elle's body, and slides one of his hands to her waist, pulling her closer, but she pulls away enough to see the expression on his face, and it's pure desire, no matter how much Reid tries to hide it. And that's what makes her guide him to her room, closing the door the moment they're inside, alone.

That was supposed to be just a kiss, but the moment they end up in Elle's room, things get more intense and desperate. Now Spencer is sitting on her bed, she's on top of him. His hands are exploring her thigh, his index finger doing circular moves while her hands play with his hair, messing it.

They know what's going to happen next, but when Elle moves her hips against his, it's surprising the way he whimpers and grabs her upper thigh, making her whisper his name, and it's the most beautiful thing he heard in his whole life. For a moment, they both stop the kiss to look at each other. They don't need to say anything, they have this connection between them. Elle is mesmerizing, her brown eyes showing how much she loves him. Spencer keeps staring at her, his Adam’s apple going up and down multiple times, showing that he's nervous and his mind is full of thoughts.

“We don't need to do this if you don't want you, you know that right?”

“I know… But I want to.” His voice is nothing more than a weak whisper.

“Now?”

“Please…”

She doesn't need anything else before moving towards Spencer's lips once again, this time pushing him to lie down on the soft sheets, remaining on top of his body, teasing him from time to time, listening to him whisper how beautiful she is, how much he loves her as she kisses his neck, leaving small marks that make him whimper, increasing the heat in Elle's body.

The senses seemed ten times more acute. What were sighs became low moans as things progressed between the disheveled sheets. Elle and Spencer are so immersed in heat that they almost get drunk on each other's touches.

The minutes pass, and soon, all that's left are sweaty bodies, uneven breathing and a loving hug in which Spencer wraps Elle until they finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and even though Elle knew this, she allowed herself to stay in Spencer's arms, even if it meant destroying him later, against her will. That night everything was just a distant fear, but after a while, it became reality.

Their world began to fall apart before Elle could react to try and save them from the inevitable.

3 years ago.

The rain outside the BAU unit is too heavy for people to leave, yet Elle is running after leaving the team leader's office. Spencer knows something is wrong, his girlfriend started changing her behavior months ago, and yet she hasn't told him anything in that time. She seems angry, scared, inconsolable, and most of the time, desperate. No one but Hotch and Gideon knows that she is struggling to protect everyone after an unsub threatens them, and the best way to do that is to cut the bond that she took years to build, including her relationship with Reid.

When she passes by collecting her belongings, Spencer tries to hold her arm, but Elle brutally lets go, and doesn't even look him in the eye. Which makes him think of many possibilities.

‘Is she leaving...? Without telling me anything?’ he asks himself, and the moment the adrenaline starts coursing through his veins, his legs move quickly to reach the woman.

He hears JJ calling him, but the voices of the people around him begin to fade away as the sound of the rain increases as he heads outside.

He finds her, already in the rain, and his only option is to go after her, letting the water start to weigh down his sweater. Elle knows that Reid is after her, and that makes her heart skip a beat, because she understands that he doesn't want to give her up, he would never do that, unless...

"Elle!"

Unless she told him to do it.

"Elle, please, please. What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? Elle?"

"Spencer, leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?" she keeps walking, trying to get away from him "Why? Elle, could you please...? Elle!”

He grabs her arm, making her stop running from him, from the BAU, from her life, but it's not like she has any other option, she just can't stay, not anymore. He's panting, his heart is pounding in his chest, and the rain is almost blinding him, the falling drops hurt, it just doesn't hurt more than the look Elle directs at him. She seems determined, and he somehow knows there's nothing he can do, yet he doesn't want to accept that fact.

Elle can barely look him in the eye, but she needs to be firm, she needs to convince him. She knows what will happen if she fails. She'll start crying, Reid will hold her, make her stay, looking at her with those brown eyes and... She won't be strong enough.

"Spencer, please let me go." she says in a weak voice.

"You need to tell me what's going on... Elle? Please look at me. You've been acting differently for weeks now! You seem nervous, scared. You don't talk to me or anyone else and I-I don't know how to help you. Tell me...

"I..." she starts, but the words seem to disappear from her mind before she can say something coherent, so she takes a deep breath, starting again "I have nothing to tell you.”

“Don't you have anything to tell me? Even when I'm begging you to tell me something, anything?"

She can't answer. It feels like there's something stuck in her throat. Elle can't even look at Spencer, but she needs to be strong to push him away, to make him believe it's for the better. Spencer is very precious to this world, and she knows that, so she needs to protect him, so that no one hurts him again. That's what she needs to keep in mind now.

"Is it me? Did I do something wrong?"

He says it in a low voice, as if he's going over everything that happened in his head, looking for details that don't exist, answers to why she's leaving, and it hurts Elle. She doesn't deserve him.

"What? No, no, Spencer…”

Elle's eyes start to burn and get wet and she doesn't know if it's because she's about to cry or if it's because of the rain. She can't do this anymore. Spencer has always had this thing where he blames himself when something goes wrong, he thinks he's the problem, when in fact, he's the solution, the light, he just can't see it yet.

'Oh my sweet, sweet boy... If you only knew...'

"Then why? Why are you doing this to me?"

He is hurt, his voice is full of pain. She can't say anything, she doesn't have that kind of response right now, so she looks away to something else, anything that catches her attention, except Spencer.

"Elle, why?" he approaches, trying to hold her hand "You look so scared and I can't see you like this anymore, please let me help you lo-"

"No!" she screams, and the sound echoes like thunder, making Spencer automatically back away, stunned, without understanding the reason for it all.

'Right, I need to do this, no matter how much it hurts him. He'll be fine without me, I know he will and if ever, somehow, he gets angry and blames me, I'll be happy, because it's true, it's all my fault. I just wish I could make it clear that he has nothing to do with this…’

"I don't love you anymore! Don't you understand?"

Spencer's eyebrows knit together, and his nostrils flare, as if he doesn't even understand. His mouth is open, and he's trying to say something but his thoughts are faster than his mouth.

"W-what?" he whispers.

"I can't do this anymore! This..." she opens her arms and spins around. "Us, this job, this life. It's not what I want!"

"You don't...? It's not what you want." he repeats, more to himself, trying to assimilate the words.

"Yes, exactly. I don't want to live like this anymore, I'm leaving... So if you love me, let me go, please..."

She's taking it hard, using the last weapon she has – and the most lethal – knowing that's what she needs. And it happens. Reid takes a step back, ecstatic, as if on autopilot, dissociating from the painful situation. Elle takes a deep, shaky breath, grateful for the rain that forms a curtain that disguises the tears.

She turns around, facing away, and at the last second, she turns to Reid one last time, and one last time, she allows herself to watch him with wet hair and his gaze fixed on her, as if she doesn't believe it.

"Goodbye, Spencer..."

He doesn't respond, so all Elle does is sigh, taking the car key and getting inside, closing the door with a single slam, and then leaving the parking lot. Reid just watches her car disappear, and somehow, he wishes it was a nightmare, but it's not, and deep down he knows it.

Spencer doesn't really know what happened after he saw Elle leave. He walks back inside the BAU unit, looking at the floor, memories flooding his memory.

'No... It can't be. All the smiles she gave me, the kisses, the nights together, the beautiful moments, were they lies? She didn't want to? Did she want that at some point, or did she pretend?'

Reid feels firm arms around him, and only then does he realize he's on the floor, with Derek hugging him as he cries profusely, sobbing, holding onto his friend as if he were the only real thing there. JJ and Penelope stare at the scene shocked, without understanding anything, desperate for not knowing how to help, while, further away from the group, Hotch and Gideon exchange a complicated look, full of regret, sharing a secret that they will keep until the day they die…

"S-she left..." Reid sobs, running his hands over his face, looking like a child "She s-said..."

He begins to hyperventilate, feeling his chest burning. He can't even breathe properly, he's shaking, causing Derek to ask for help so he can take him to a more private place, while Garcia takes a glass of water to offer.

That day was the worst of Spencer's life, but it was definitely the worst for Elle as well.

Elle drove to the airport that night, her bags were already packed for the last week, in the car. Everything seemed like a blur; the moment she gets out of the car and goes straight to the airport, checks in and, after hours, gets on a plane with a predefined destination.

Looking up at the window, her eyes blurred with tears, she allowed herself to cry. The woman next to her seems scared, but does nothing to help her, because there is no comfort in Elle's heart, other than the certainty that, by leaving, she will be saving the lives of everyone she loves.

Hers only prayer during the hours inside the plane was just one; please let me see them again someday.

She just hoped it would happen.

Current time.

Three years ago, Elle left everyone she loved and cared about to save them without even thinking twice. After a while, she learned to move on, but she also couldn't avoid the thoughts and memories of the past that invaded her memory. Spencer would be engraved on her, and she was sure that in another life, they would be each other's.

Opening her eyes, she returns the book to the pile it was in before, and takes a deep breath, smiling, and then gets ready to leave, with the promise that she would return to that same store one day, but to buy something.

As she's walking back the way she came, the doorbell rings, and she hurries to get back to her routine, but her feet settle on the floor when she sees him.

The same light brown hair, but now a little longer and with beautiful waves, the beautiful profile that Elle never stopped admiring, and the eyes... Those eyes. She would never forget him, she couldn't. When he notices her presence there, something inside him lights up once again, after years, and he straightens his posture, looking at her with tenderness, even after everything that has happened.

"Elle?"

And his voice sounds like divine singing. How she missed hearing him call her name... The happiness inside her is too much to contain, so a smile appears on her face.

And there she understands that they will be timeless, no matter what happens.

"Hi, Spencer”

[moralesmilesanhour]

flowerbyte headcanons

Cuz the tag empty as hell and I am their self-appointed PR manager

It's one thing to think the other is cute. It's another thing to actually get to *know* them.

At first they bond over shared hobbies. Normal kiddie stuff like molecular physics, nothing too crazy

That is, until Miles asks a question that's juuust crossing the line between "okay" and "too personal"

That's when he realizes that Margo likes to keep people at an arm's length.

Which he only partially gets, because they've all got a secret identity to hide, and mental health issues to hide from their parents until they hit 18

But shouldn't it be different with him?

Okay now that all the people who were looking for fluff have left

Margo doesn't like to discuss feelings. They're messy and u can't program them to do what u want 💔 she likes to hide behind mild sarcasm and large sanrio plushies

If Miles hadn't asked her out first then she would've been content with an eternity of soft glances and awkward flirting

Miles is marginally better at feelings. In fact, there is no point at which she's unaware of how he feels about something

It's comforting. And terrifying

All of this is to say that their whole early relationship dynamic is trying to open up to each other while trying to keep the space-time continuum from falling apart like a Nature Valley bar

You know what's even more difficult than that? Inviting your bf that you've been interacting with via virtual avatar for like a year to your dimension

But it's fine. Miles makes a lot of bad jokes about the transition to color television in the 50s, tells her she's pretty, and it's fine.

He asks Margo about her favorite movies and shows so that he can psychoanalyze her and fine-tune his recommendations

She offers to fix all of his "vintage" electronics because they're a "historical marvel" or something

They're both annoying as hell together. God forbid you say something and they both take turns infodumping to you about The Thing like a neurodivergent tag team

Autism vs ADHD

Unstoppable force vs Immovable object. Miles is incredibly stubborn and needs things to happen in a Very Specific Way and Margo does shit in a completely different order every time and somehow they make it work

Those are all my brainrot thoughts for now feel free 2 add on if u want [disappears in a cloud of smoke]

[sugar-omi]

Step 2 confession. Do you ever think about how this must have looked like for their classmates? For them it would've been like, the two love-dorks that have been pining for each other for FIVE years suddenly return to school holding hands after just one random summer.

YEAH

like assuming the school goes up from grade school to middle, everyone knows abt your lil love story

and ofc they're all teasing you, which sucks for cove either way. bc if he's cold, he mainly sticks to you. and if he's warm/ in between, his other friends tease him for running to you.

omg... imagine you're in school, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder while you read a book or smth

if you're seen holding hands at any point.... it's an uproar OMG IMAGONE HOLDING HANDS UNDER THE DESK N SOMEONE BENDS DOWN TO PICK UP A PENCIL N HIT THE TABLE WHILE SCREAMING ABT U HOLDING HANDS.....

okay maybe ik I just had shitty teachers but I imagine some of the more bitter, evil teachers will try to keep you two apart. some will be like "its good for you! you should make friends!"

especially to cove, and puts the same pressure on you if you're nervous and reserved.

omg. imagine someone confesses to you or him, well if it's you cove is all "oh..." *twiddles thumbs*

he explodes when u tell him u said no bc you like someone else/are seeing someone (if you say boyfriend he screams n eventually hugs u to hide his face)

if it's him, he flounders ofc but he does say no and that he likes you very much. if they're persistent then eventually he yells that he's dating you.

yeah. no matter what he like snaps.. middle of class? lunch room? after-school pickup? yeah he'll say it in front of anyone n everyone somehow

OK im... not ngl I was just gonna agree w you n ramble a bit but I'm spiraling LOL

but imagine you get into high school, ofc some kids you knew will be there and eventually it'll spread around your high school as well

THERES PRBLY PICS TOO... say like during group songs or events, or group photos, etc. there's a 50/50 chance cove is looking at you, or you him.

omg imma have to make a whole post on school hc's... pls this is so juicy

OH MY GOD WHEN TEACHERS KNOW YOURE DATING...

"hey no handholding!" cove would jump 10ft and blush n hide his face

wrapping an arm around one another? a teacher is chastising you or pulling you apart (PLS I HAD THAT HAPPEN TO ME, I CANT RMBR HER NAME BUT LISTEN HERE MS.PRINCIPAL YOU WERE FUCKING UP MY RIZZ!!!)

omg. cove tries to rizz you all the time, no matter how minor. he just wants to be close to you ok n sometimes he's not above a lil PDA he can't help it sometimes

I imagine you definitely get caught tryna kiss too. don't let it be by your classmates or a loud mouth teacher who rats u out in front of the students or other teachers YOU NEVER LIVE IT DOWN

bruh now I wanna go to school w cove.. I'd rizz him up so bad too, he'd have to walk to math class w a blush on his face and hearts popping off him bc you've given him the Fattest kiss or flirted w him all lunch n he's LOVING IT

[resus-pieces]

Are You Sure

Original here by get-the-paddles81

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure.”

“I've been dreaming about this.”

“Me too.”

Ellen smiled and kissed me. She flipped her long raven black hair out of her face, batted an eyebrow, then reached over and flicked the power on the EKG monitor.

I began to strip out of my street clothes. She grabbed my arms and began to assist. First unbuttoning my shirt, then pulling my t-shirt over my head. Before I could reach for my pants, she pushed me towards the bed next to the monitor. I sat.

She pulled out a packet of EKG tabs, tore them open, and began applying them to my chest one by one. The cool gel at the center of each sent a rush of adrenaline through my system and sped up my heart beat. She connected them to the monitor next to her bed.

71 beats per minute.

Ellen smiled and rubbed at the crotch of my pants.

“Already getting excited, are we?”

I didn't need to answer. She could feel.

“Lay down.”

I obeyed.

“I want to tie you down.”

“Okay.”

She reached into the same drawer that had housed her EKG tabs, and produced a set of soft, black rope handcuffs. First she restrained my right wrist to the head board of the bed, then my left.

Running her hand down my body, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, spending an agonizingly long time slowly rubbing over my hardening cock.

Down to my undershorts, she climbed atop me and kissed me again.

“I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”

I chuckled.

As she disappeared behind the closed door to her bathroom, I focused on the EKG, reading every one of my heart beats. I'd never fallen into the category of a cardiophile – I was chasing the resus - but in the moment, I found it entrancing.

Minutes passed, and my heart beat slowed. I felt drowsy.

Why was I getting so tired?

65 beats per minute.

60.

55.

50.

“Almost ready. Don't arrest until I get back,” Ellen called from the bathroom.

Arrest? This is not what we had discussed. She was supposed to stop my heart with the paddles.

I tried to pull at the restraints, but I was too weak.

The door opened.

Knee-high patent leather stiletto boots. Fishnet stockings with garters connected to black crotchless panties. A pastel blue corset. Her raven hair pulled back tight. Thick black eyeliner – winged - with smokey eyelids and long, false lashes. Heavy, dark blush. Jet black lips. A tiny diamond stud on her right nostril and a diamond hoop in her septum. My domantrix doctor.

“How do I look?”

I struggled to get words out.

“Perfect. Am I dying?”

“Yes, but I'm going to bring you back.”

She came to my bedside. God, she was perfect.

“I put something in your drink at dinner. Slow acting. We've still got some time.”

She pulled down my undershorts. My heart was slowing, but my cock was still rock hard.

“Better make sure these are ready to go.”

Ellen produced several syringes from her special drawer. She laid it out next to the defibrillator.

Then she grabbed the paddles.

“I don't know if I want your heart to stop first, or if I want to stop it.”

I tried to speak. I couldn't.

40 beats per minute.

“Lady's choice. First thing's first though.”

She laid her jet black lips to my unresponsive ones, kissing and tugging at them with her teeth. Grinding on my cock.

She eased her hips over me and slid down my shaft.

As she sat on my cock, she leaned over and grabbed the conductive gel. Slathering it on, she then rubbed the pads together and slid them onto my chest.

35 beats per minute.

She started bouncing on my cock.

Harder.

Faster.

30 beats per minute.

She moaned loud.

If my heart had been working properly, I know I would've enjoyed the orgasm more.

She kept working my cock as it dry heaved deep inside her.

“My turn.”

She slid off, and in the smoothest motion I've ever seen, set the defibrillator to charge to 200 joules, placed the paddles on my chest, and shocked me.

For 15 years, I'd wondered if being shocked would feel as good as it looked.

It did.

The electricity tore through me. The sensation was incredible - I felt it in every part of my body. I could hardly contain the pleasure. Like the best orgasm I'd ever had, just moments ago, but multiplied by 50.

My eyes relaxed. They stared straight up. I could no longer move them.

The EKG rang out – asystole.

Ellen put the paddles back in the cradle.

“You're mine now.”

I couldn't look, but I could hear – she went back to her drawer.

She re-entered my vision with a straight blade and an ET tube.

Goddamnit, she was amazing – she was going to intubate me.

She stroked my cheek lovingly.

I felt the blade go in my mouth and the tube go down inside me. She secured it with a Thomas holder.

Expecting her to start bagging me, she leaned in and wrapped her black lips around the tube and blew in.

I wanted to orgasm again.

She blew in one more time, then nuzzled close to me and nibbled at my ears a bit.

“I have to put a back board under you. CPR is worthless on a soft mattress.”

Out of my vision she went.

She rolled me towards the EKG, so I could see myself flatlining.

The backboard was cold.

“Alright, are you ready?”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Ellen crushed my heart between my sternum and my spine. I enjoyed it less than the shocks, but I loved watching her tower over me. Her eyes locked to mine. My life completely in her hands.

“Here comes the Epi. This stuff is expensive. Please don't make me use two.”

She slammed the needle into my heart. It stung.

As she pressed the plunger on the syringe, I felt warmth spreading though my torso.

More compressions. Her perfect breasts bounced beneath the cradle of her corset.

She wrapped her lips around my ET tube and blew in two more times.

“Come on. Get that heart shaking for me.”

The warmth of the epi continued to spread, but the flatline tone continued.

More compressions. She seemed more aggressive now.

Still flatline.

“Okay, one more epi. But you have to revive me the next two weekends.”

I think I can manage that.

My chest went from warm to hot.

More compressions. More deep breaths from her black lips.

The tone on the EKG changed.

“Okay my dear, half the battle won. Charging paddles...”

She picked up the pads.

“No sense in dilly-dallying with a low setting. Let's go right to 360 this time, shall we?”

Ellen applied more gel to the still-shiny capacitors.

“Shocking.”

BAM! My body took off like a rocket. The hot feeling of the epi gave way to white flame engulfing my body.

The EKG made a different sound. A few beeps..

I felt something in my groin.

“Honey... you just ejaculated again! How...”

Just as quickly as the beeps started, an alarm returned.

“Ugh. Not going to be easy at all, are you? 360 again... shocking!”

BAM!

The alarm went from angry to furious.

“No! No! Don't you do that!”

I knew the sound of a flatline tone.

Ellen climbed back aboard my body and blew two more breaths into my tube, then ran her hands down my cheeks, my throat, before settling on my chest.

Re-interlocking her fingers, she resumed her assault.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

For the first time, the edges of my vision went blurry.

Was I dying? Like, not just clinically dying, but dying-dying?

Things got a little darker. Ellen's voice had an echo about it. But the EKG sounded different. V-fib?

“Going again at 360... come back to me!”

BAM!

“Again!”

BAM!

“Goddamn you, again!”

BAM!

Total blackness.

And then my eyes opened.

It was no longer night. Sun shined through the blinds.

A gentle beep, beep, beep from the bedside EKG.

The ET tube was still in, but nothing was connected to it. I was breathing on my own.

I turned my head to the EKG. 67 beats per minute.

I turned my head the other way.

Ellen looked at me lovingly. The dominatrix doctor was gone. Her face was freshly scrubbed. No more smokey eyes or black lips. She had had changed to a flannel pajama top. The clip on septum ring was gone, but she'd kept the diamond nose stud.

She stroked my cheek again. Then she rubbed the jewel glued to her nose.

“I like the nose stud. Should I get a real one?”

I squinted and pointed at the ET tube.

She giggled.

“I had to shock you five times at 360 to get you back.”

I gestured at the ET tube.

She giggled again.

“You want it out? It looks good on you.”

She came out from under the sheets, and climbed atop me again. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tube. The first time she blew into it, I was out of sync with her. But the second, third, and fourth were perfect.

She smiled.

“Cough.”

I coughed, and she pulled hard on the tube.

My coughing fit seemed to last forever.

“How did it feel?”

I smiled.

“Incredible.”

“How much do you remember?”

“Everything.”

She rolled back on top of me and kissed me like the first time she kissed me.

“Next time, it's my turn.”

I pushed her off.

“The next two times. And I have some ideas.”

[shichey97]

Run

Eddie was leaning back in his seat as he watched the party that was happening. Eddie still hated parties after his 356 years alive. He had never found the appeal in playing nice with a bunch of people who wouldn't think twice about shoving a stake through his heart if need be. He sighed through his nose and rubbed his leg as he caught a glimpse of a person that almost seemed to glide as he walked across the room to the table of treats for them. It was a party to promote the new synthetic blood, Ichor, said to be as nutritious as the real deal and as close to it as possible. Eddie didn't want to try it because he was a picky eater. He was startled from his thoughts as the same person came up to him, "You haven't tried a bag." he says brushing some of his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.

Eddie looked at him and his eyes widened a bit, "What?" he asks and cringes at how dumb he sounds when a literally God was standing in front of him. The man was tall, tan, and beautiful. He had dark brown hair that he had parted to the side part of it curled around his cheek bone and his hazel eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Ichor. You haven't tried any. I've been waiting on you to try some so I would have a reason to talk to you." He says. "I'm Steve. Steve Harrington of.." "Harrington Enterprises?" Eddie asks with a slight smile, "I figured as much." he says leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Why does it matter what I think about the synthetic blood?" He asks, but takes the bag anyway. "Or did you just want to talk to me, pretty boy?" Steve catches his bottom lip between his teeth before he chuckles, "And if I did?" he asks deciding to actually let himself enjoy a conversation for once instead of pushing the product he worked so hard on. "Then I'd say pull up a chair and we can talk while I give your blood a try." he says watching him do just that as he opens the end of the blood bag container and took a slight inhale and drank some of it. He froze when it touched his tongue and looked at Steve in pleasant surprise. It actually tasted like the real thing and, if he was capable of it, he would've blushed at the other man's chuckle. Eddie pulled away from the bag to swallow, "How did you do that?" he asks "I don't want to bore you, but it was a lot of cellular work." Steve says shrugging watching the other eat, "Do you like it?" Eddie nods as he finishes it, "It's amazing. Are there different types like in people?" He asks curious about how it would work to satisfy the majority. "Yes. The one I gave you is Rh-null." He says, "you seem like the type of man that likes rare blood and that is the rarest on earth. Less than 50 people have it." he says proudly. "That's why it's called Golden Blood." Eddie says nodding. and looks at the bag that has a golden label. "It tastes like it could be used at a blood bank." He says and Steve seems to smile more at that. "That's what I was aiming for. It can't be, but I wanted it to taste as close to the real deal as physically possible." He says nodding. "I'm planning on releasing a sweet brand soon." "Well then I volunteer to be the taste tester." he says watching the other man's face as they studied each other. "Seriously though. Why does a human care so much about what us vampires eat?"

"My best friend and her girlfriend are vampires. I just want them to be healthy and they don't like any of the other synthetic stuff so I figured I'd use my science know how to craft a better one." He says shrugging. "My turn to ask a question." He says and Eddie motions for him to go. "You know who I am. So my question is who are you?" "Shit I was swept away by your beauty and forgot to tell you my name. I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson." He says and he watches Steve's eyes widen. "Eddie Munson as in the mysterious singer Eddie Munson?" Steve asks a nervous giggle bubbling up as he watches the other man. "Holy shit. I knew you were hot."

"You know my music, big boy?" He asks his knees brushing Steve's now. He smiles more as the human blushes at him, "What's your favorite song?" "Right now it's Figure You Out, but I also like One For The Money." he says with a nod as he smiles at him. "What's your favorite song?"

"Falling. I absolutely love that song." he says softly as if it's a big secret; which it is because that song is nothing like the rest of his music. It's a ballad instead of a heavy rock song.

"I can see why. It really shows off your vocal range and with the piano being the primary instrument on there it showcases your voice even more." Steve rambles before his cheeks tint pink again. "Sorry. I think that's one of your most impressive songs on the album."

Eddie smiles studying his face for a long moment, "I've never met someone who has actually asked me what my favorite song is." he says softly. "Well that's not my band of course."

"I have an insane question." Steve says softly. "Would you like to get out of here?" he asks looking at him leaning forward to take his hand with a gentle touch. He didn't flinch at the cold skin, but he did smile up at him. Hazel eyes meeting red.

"I thought you'd never ask, Sweetheart." He says and sholds his hand as he stands up. "Lead the way, Big Boy." he says before he follows him through the crowd and out a door.

Neither boy realized that this was the start of forever for them.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

rafe cameron middle name polling

okay so sooooo much of this is based on my own personal headcanons of the cameron family dynamics, but just walk with me here.

feel free to answer w/out reading the stuff i'm about to say, but it'll be under the cut and i think it'll help contextualize some of the options lol.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD REPLY WITH SOME SUGGESTIONS!!!!!!!

so, ward's middle name begins with "r" (seen on his arrest/search warrant as "ward r. cameron") but rafe's is literally just "rafe cameron". i'm not normal so i need to know what it is. of course, i have Thoughts about this topic.

so here's the potential options for me + some reasoning

"Ward" -> Named after his father, self explanatory.

After Ward's father -> This is dependent on how you view Ward's relationship with his own father. I don't think it was very close at all, but jury's out on if he'd give his son his father's name. [Additionally, for this one, I think it would begin with the letter "R", because that's what Ward's is. I suppose the "R" in Ward's name could be his grandfather, but I see it like it's been a name passed down a whole bunch. Also, based on the fact that I'm like 99% sure Ward's family is from The Cut, so I think the name would be a more working-class name. By this I just mean, that since names have a long history of being indicative of class status, with longer, "fancier" names belonging to upper-class individuals. (More on this later)]. Also, keep in mind that we have to consider the era that Ward's father would've been born in. Ward himself is in his 50's, so born somewhere between 1970-1961. Therefore, presumably his father would've been born around twenty years beforehand. Some examples of names fitting the criteria here might be something like: Rhett, Reed, Richard, Raymond, Randall. If we're forgoing the "R" names, we could open this up to something like: James, David, Wyatt, Elliot.

After Unnamed Mama Cameron's father -> Okay, so again we are going off of my own headcanon about Rafe's mother, and this one is also dependent on how you view her relationship to her family. To me she comes from a rich family (I see the legacy of the Cameron family being at Chapel Hill is not actually the Cameron's at all, but their mother's paternal side of the family). Some things very common in upper-class naming conventions is last names as first names, or something to signify the status of the family, or something that leans more traditional. So, names like: Montgomery, Hastings, Remington, Stetson, Clifford, Kenneth.

Something Bibical -> These names are verrrrrrrrry common. Everyone wants to make nice with the guy upstairs I guess. For Rafe, this would depend on how religious you view Ward/Unnamed Mama Cameron and their families before them. Also, take into consideration the different types of Biblical names; you have the more common/everyday names, like: Isaac, Andrew, Noah, Lucas, Michael, Barnabus, Abraham, Nathaniel, Elijah.

Some things to keep in mind, I've read that keeping a family connection is very important in southern naming conventions. Another common feature is a double name (though this would apply to a first name/set of names rather than middle, but also something to consider).

Honestly, there's just simply so many options. I tried to cover as many bases as I could think of, but I'm certain I've missed some.

My own personal bias leads me to believe Rafe's middle name is something from his maternal family. I don't view Ward as being particularly close to his own father/family (at least by the time Rafe was born), and I don't think he would've named Rafe his own name either. I don't have any real reasoning for either of these, I just sorta have a feeling. Therefore, I lean toward Unnamed Mama Cameron's father. Since, to me she is from an upper-class family, I think it would be one of those longer, fancy-sounding ones (Remington, Hastings, etc., but none of the ones I listed sound right). Actually, come to think of it, none of the names I listed from any of the categories sound right. So, if you have any suggestions, please comment.

Also if you even care I think he's a "Rafael" btw. Sarah is just "Sarah" after one of the parents' mothers, either Ward or Unnamed Mama Cameron's. Wheezie is either "Louisa" or "Ouisa", and based on Ward or Unnamed Mama Cameron's grandmothers. Watch me explain this all:

Ward is not close with his family, so "Cameron" is the only name his children carry from them.

Unnamed Mama Cameron was close with her parents (she was an only child); this way, both her own mother's name (Sarah -- but I'd go further to be a double name like "Sarah Elizabeth [middle name] [maiden name]") and her grandmother's names (Louisa/Ouisa) are honored through her children.

Rafe, short for Raphael/Rafael is a Bibical name (archangel), so you have your religious tie. I lean Rafael because Raphael is/was a Ninja Turtle, which was very popular especially in the 90s and early 2000s, so, they go with the alternative spelling so it's not like "oh, your son is Raphael like the Ninja Turtle?"

wanna hear something crazy? some alternative suggestions with the "Rafe" that i could believe are: Rafferty, Radcliffe, and i even saw a suggestion of it being a first-and-middle name mix (like "Ramsay Felix; ra + fe = rafe. though i think that one is unlikely given the fact that his arrest warrant does just say "rafe" which is more plausible as being a nickname of his legal first name rather than listing a name that is a mash of his first and middle). I'm still firmly team "Rafael" but the others are fun too.

also, "Rafe" is just a name in and of itself, but that's no fun to speculate aimlessly about.

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Instagram AU (volume i)

back to masterlist — volume ii — volume iii

a/n: I really wanted to add more visuals to the TBSG universe so here is a the first part of my Instagram AU!!! This volume is full of 'posts' that would've occurred during the span of the fic, future volumes will include ones from the time jump before the epilogue and maybe even after that too :)) lmk what u think! AND try to spot all of the tiny references to the fic i added 😝😝 love u

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[bluehourbucky]

Hey 🥰

No pressure to write this at all, but I was wondering if you could do a drabble or headcannon about reader being Bucky’s younger sister & he finds out she’s dating either Kate, Yelena or Wanda (you can pick ☺️). He goes into full protective big brother mode? 🥰

Letting go

pairing: older brother!bucky x youngersister!reader / yelena belova x reader

warnings: f bomb couple of times but other than that nothing?

a/n: Hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this hehe Sorry I might have done too much 😭😭😭

Bucky is an amazing older brother and you live him dearly but sometimes he can be a bit scary when it comes to your dating.

He's really supportive he's been there for you for every milestone and you've been there for him too.

Bucky always said that you'd be his little sister even when you're 50 with a family of your own he's always going to ruffle your hair and tell you how your hair is a mess.

First ever girlfriend you've bought home Bucky was livid because no one is good enough for his little sister. He was absolutely baffled when he saw you making out because you were his baby sister you can't be kissing people at the young age of 16.

Now in your 20s you wish that changed because you wouldn't have to be hiding your girlfriend of 6 months.

It's not like you don't want him to know you just really like Yelena and Bucky can be terrifying sometimes.

Tonight you invited Yelena to your place for the first time, you never got a chance before since you lived with Bucky. He's been on a mission for the past couple of days and you finally had the opportunity to bring her in without the big scary brother.

You're currently sitting on the couch in Yelenas lap, you'd been making out for a while.

"You know you're really cute."

"I am not cute." Yelena replies to your absurd statement she is not cute absolutely not. You laugh because the face she makes when she doesn't agree with something is the cutest thing ever.

"Sure, you're so scary."

You spend couple of hours making out and eating each other out but eventually you fall asleep.

Bucky is so ready to get home, he's tired and dirty and he hasn't slept in what feels like years.

It's around 4am when he opens the door to his and yours apartment, he tries to be as quiet as possible not wanting to wake you up.

He takes off his boots and hangs his jacket, he goes straight to the kitchen because he also didn't get to eat.

Bucky sees a silhouette of a woman but it's not you so he grabs the knife out of his back pocket.

The intruder opens the fridge and reaches out to take some leftovers.

"Mmff."

Bucky grabs the intruder from behind and slaps a hand over her mouth.

"Fuck." Bucky grabs his balls almost falling down on his knees.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Yelena grabs a knife from the drawer and holds it up.

"Me? This is my house!" Bucky manages to stand up straight grabbing his own knife.

"What's going on?" you rub your eyes turning on the lights in the kitchen. Sleepiness vanishes in seconds seeing your brother and girlfriend hold the knives at each other.

"Oh my god stop that both of you." You take the knives from both of their hands.

"But-"

"That's my girlfriend dumbass I can't belive you attacked her!" Buckys jaw hangs open, how didn't he know you were dating someone?

"Bucky, Yelena. Yelena, Bucky." You introduce them and hold a hand over your chest they almost gave you a heart attack.

"Nice to meet you. Sorry for kicking you in the nuts." Yelena smiles and reaches out to shake Buckys hand and he shakes it.

"Sorry for almost killing you." Yelena laughs and Bucky lifts a brow.

"You didn't almost kill me I almost killed you! I would've won!"

Bucky is speechless he looks at you and then your girlfriend and then you again.

"I'm pretty sure I would've won."

Now you're the one that's speechless are your brother and girlfriend really debating on who would've killed who?

"Okay... Now that I've introduced you two maybe no more threatening?"

"How was I supposed to know we have a guest? You didn't tell me!" That's true and shame washes over you.

"I was scared that you'd scare her off like all of the others."

Buckys eyes soften; He knows he can be a bit overprotective but he didn't think that he was that bad. But now he realised he was a bit too much.

"Sorry, I was just trying to protect you. I didn't-"

"It's okay I know that and I appreciate that but you can just be a bit scary. Though you've never attacked anyone before like this but I guess I found your match." You smile at your girlfriend who had taken out the mac and cheese left overs from the fridge, she gives you a thumbs up.

"I promise I'll try to not be so scary and I promise to not baby you so much."

"Maybe we can work on the staring problem and find you a girlfriend too so you can take care of someone else too. I know it's cruel to send you off to someone but better you be a pain in the ass to someone else." Bucky rolls his eyes pushes you playfully.

"You love me."

"I do but I'm mad because you woke me up so you'll apologise by making breakfast in the morning! You're the best, good night."

"Hey that's not fair! And leave the door open I don't want any funny business happening in this house!"

You pull Yelena in and before closing the door you treat him with a middle finger.

"Little shit, if I didn't love you oh I would've strangled you." Bucky grumbles looking at the framed picture of you two when you were kids.

Being an older brother is a tedious job but he wouldn't change it for anything.

[The End]

sorry its so cheesey dhdhdhdh

[lesbianbanana]

Apollo's first two punishments must've been REALLY close together (for a god) because:

Apollo, Athena, Poseidon and Hera try to overthrow Zeus.

They fail, Apollo and Poseidon are sent down to serve Laomedon, king of Troy.

They build the walls of Troy. They leave

Heracles comes around and sacks Troy. Laomedon dies.

Asclepius does his thing, Zeus zaps him, Apollo kills the Cyclopes, Zeus sends him to Admetus as punishment.

Apollo falls in love, gets free, finds Admetus a wife and tricks the fates into letting Admetus live longer if someone will take his place

Heracles visits his two friends Admetus and Alcestis, the latter on her deathbed, and fights Thanatos.

Now, Laomedon probably wasn't that young, seeing as he had at least a dozen kids, so there could be a decade or two between when Poseidon and Apollo were there and when Heracles came.

Heracles also wasn't that young when he came across Admetus and Alcestis because he's done a number of things at this point including

Started a family, had seven kids, killed them. He's in his twenties.

Done his twelve labours, which would've been AT LEAST 10 years.

Gone halfway on a trip with the Argonauts.

Married AGAIN

Served under Dionysus for a bit

But STILL Apollo's punishments would've been in the same century, maybe the same 50 years. Which is crazy, actually.

[hotpinkboots]

This is probably cliche as hell. Can I request Jason x reader where they were best friends/crushes before Jason died and she tried to get in the water and save him but the other kids held her back. What would happen if she showed up to the camp again but not at all connected to a group. She just draws things Jason liked and leaves him flowers on his birthday every year.

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~Jαʂσɳ Vσσɾԋҽҽʂ x Reader Fluff Headcanons~

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OHHH THAT'S PRECIOUS SDHUSJ

Note: The words are black to match Jason's theme/colors. I suggest turning on a lighter theme to read if you use a darker one.

~Enjoy~

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~OH MY GOD 🥺

~Imagine how Jason would've been reaching for you. Trying so desperately to grab your hand for help.

~He had thought he was alone, and to him, that was the most terrifying thought of all. Not only was he going to drown, but no one would even care or notice.

~The sweet little boy had one moment of joy, someone was saving him: Until a pair of stupid little children decided to hold you back- at first they had panicked as well, who was drowning?? They'll get help! Hold on! Hold--

~Oh. It's him.

~And suddenly, it's all one big joke.

~Once those children grew up, they were certainly ruined in the mind. They were young enough to think he was struggling horribly but they couldn't truly grasp the concept of death. They couldn't wrap their minds around it until they were older.

~Poor sweet Jason, and poor you, as well. You were horrified for years.

~Years later, deciding you would go back to the camp to revisit fond memories and perhaps try once more to get over what had happened, you brought a few things for a memorial.

~Little did you know, Jason found a sweet little letter, drawing and some flowers....

~With a little head tilt, he read the signature.

~It was you.....

~You came back.

~Jason was literally overjoyed. Like he didn't know what to do with himself..He hadn't been happy in years.

~You two had ended up finding each other, he was looking for you desperately. He probably scared the crap out of you at first, until he shyly removed what was covering his face.

~Ohh Lord the tears from both of you was insane. Best moment of his life.

~Now, you visit when you can, and leave him little presents. He keeps them all, never throws anything away. Make sure you get him little things because of the fact he'd hoard all of the items you give him LOL

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PINKIEPIE20000 X GN READER ((ENEMIES TO LOVERS)) ((PINKIEPIE20000 WHIPS OUT BEATRICE))

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: you and pinkiepie20000 despise eachother! or so you think. (pinkiepie20000 just scratches her ass at you and you hate her for it but then you battle and pinkiepie20000 whips out beatrice as a weapon and you probably would've almost made out but you made the fatal mistake of saying something really, really bad.)

a/n: can we make pinkiepie20000 x reader a real tag

It had been a nice day. No seeing your mortal enemy, pinkiepie20000. That's so nice. B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but it's not like you like pinkiepie20000!!!! Y-you would never!! *you blush hysterically* After all, you had voted for the bear, not her!! You'd rather be stuck with a million bears in a forest than be stuck alone with her!!

As you walk to the newly established Temu store to search for some cute dinosaur dildos and guess who you saw in that aisle!! It was none other than pinkiepie20000!!!!!! *Ugh!* you thought. *It's that disgusting arlecchino liking loser!! who even plays genshin impact that's so 2020!!* You scream internally. You angrily stop up to the sexy 20 year old in the Temu store.

"YOU!!!"

pinkiepie20000 looks over at you lazily, who had been scratching her ass while looking over the items on display. "who"

"PINKIEPIE20000"

"ok"

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! YOU ALWAYS MISTAG YOUR POSTS ITS SO ANNOYING"

""pinkiepie20000 leaned on the shelf full of 50 cent dinosaur dildos, smirking flirtatiously, fondling her glasses attractively. "So you follow me?"

"ur like the millionth person to say that js block me

"N-N-N-N-NO!!! I WOULD NEVER!!!" your face turns bright red. "J-jUST TAG YOUR POSTS CORRECTLY YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!"

"i stead of worrying abt me u should probably go worry abt yr rat infestation"

"Y-YOU- YOU- I DONT HAVE A RAT INFESTATION!!" you scream. People are starting to stare at you. pinkiepie20000 just whips a coke out of her ass and starts drinking it.

bewildered at her reaction, you sputter out: "O-O-O-O-OKAY I CONFESS I'M ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!" ...what? where did that come from?? it was like a demon posessing you. you could never love pinkiepie20000.

"do you want to see my strap i named it beatrice its pink"

"I'm always dreaming on your downfall, I hope all the male pregnancies you've been spreading over the world come to you, I hope all these tags you are flooding finally rebel against you, and you, will not see the end of that day, they will have their revenge!!!!!!"

"so ur dreaming of me"

"N-NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!!"

"ok im gonna go play red dead redemption bye"

"WAIT!!" you reach out towards pinkiepie20000 and grab her arm as she turns to walk away. "LET ME FIGHT YOU FOR YOUR LOVE.... I MEAN TO PROVE IM A WORTHY OPPONENT!!"

"ok"

"GOD BREAST AMERICA BITCH" you ready your fists to fight pinkiepie20000 to prove you are not in love with her. she whips "beatrice" out and grips it in her hand, readying "beatrice" in a fighting stance.

Punches fly at Jeffery from Class of 09 from your fists, jeffery parrying your hits with beatrice. However, you are dogshit at this and miss and your punches hit the Temu dinosaur dildos. What the fuck. The whole shelf's worth of Temu dinosaur dildos collapses on you, making you stagger to the ground like an old man with a life alert necklace.

pinkiepie20000 tackles you to the ground, saying, "im gonna tickle u guys toes" you scream in horror, but your face betrays your scream, as your face is bright red.

"I FOLLOWED YOU BACK WHEN YOU WERE NORMAL!" you sob. "this isn't you baby....." you cry, clawing at pinkiepie20000's chest.

"Y-y-you're the jax to my pomni!!" You cry, tears streaming down your face.

"cmere bb and give daddy a big kiss"

you lean into the approaching pinkiepie20000 with your lips jutted out like a fish with your eyes closed. she stops suddenly, leaving you frozen in that position. she looks at you with a serious expression. "who is arlecchino from genshin impact"

You open your eyes to look at pinkiepie20000 in confusion. You don't know who that is. You don't play genshin impact. "U-uh.. I don't know??? that sounds like the name of a straight woman."

pinkiepie20000's eyes darken. "ur wrong" she says, before shoving beatrice up your ass in a ferocious manner. "mayonnaise consumer" she scoffs judgmentally at you. WH- what's wrong with eating mayo??? but you didn't have the time to think about that, as beatrice was shoved up your ass so hard, you died on the spot.

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[ Summary ! ] : When attacked by a devil fruit user with the power to turn of taking 50 years away from their age, Brook is surprised to see himself as human again. Velouria takes advantage of it. | NSFW ; OC x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @uminozerol !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

“So… how do you feel?”

Velouria stood by Brooks' side as the man gazed upon his own reflection in awe. Not believing the vision before his eyes.

The unusual predicament Velouria and Brook found themselves in was initially quite shocking, after being ambushed on an island the crew stopped by to gather supplies before continuing their journey, Brook received the burn of the attack once he jumped in front of Velouria to protect her from any damage – what both didn't know, was what exactly the attacker was capable of.

A devil fruit user capable of taking fifty years out of their target's age. With a span so large, it was expected that whoever was struck by the powers was either rendered useless or killed instantly, which was definitely what the pirate was aiming for when they went for Velouria. Brook, being… different than the usual human, had a completely contrary reaction to what was intended to.

The mirror Brook stood before reflected back a man, a human man. Brook's jaw fell slack as he stared at an image of himself that died a long time ago, one that he never thought he'd see again outside of memories increasingly more blurry, small details losing themselves from his mind with time. Brook ran his fingers through his hair, pinched at his skin, pulled at his eyes and lips while staring wide-eyed at the mirror. Blinking rapidly as if trying to clear up his mind from a hallucination. Skin, flesh and muscle – veins and nails and a pulse, numb yet hyper alert of his old… new? Strange, body.

The scar on his forehead and the discolored patches of skin around his eyes and mouth, placed exactly how he remembered having them, told him that he was not dreaming. That and the harsh pinch he gave himself on the arm, of course.

“I don't know… Alive? Well, more alive” Brook chuckled awkwardly, turning his face from side to side and looking at himself from various different angles, scratching at the hair on his chin – was he always able to feel the blood rushing in his veins when he was human? He doesn't know, but it sure feels extremely odd. The sound of his pulse thumping in his ears like the steady beat of drum distracted himself from the bizarre vision of the prominent veins in his arms, was he always so… cardiovascular, when alive? How strange. “God, I can hear my pulse– is this normal? Can you hear yours, too? Oh, my skin feels warm, and… sweaty, ew.” Brook made a face at the long grown unfamiliar sensation of clammy hands, rubbing his fingertips together and wiping his palms on the fabric of his coat. “Now my skeleton jokes won't make any sense anymore, how tragic, the ladies loved ‘em”

Staring with a loopy smile at her partner's sharp features, Velouria felt her cheeks grow warm to the touch. Brook happened to have the loveliest brown eyes, warm and intoxicating like a rich, strong liquor that ran down the throat and left a burning sensation on its trail. Those irises beckoned her over along with the curve of his crooked nose and the handsome, silvery smirk framed by the most kissable full lips she's ever seen. Sun kissed skin complimenting slithe, elegant figure. Hot, she totally would've been a groupie back in the day – we're groupies a thing back on his day? Anyways, with a hot musician like that, she would've been pioneering the movement for sure.

Velouria had no idea of what Brook looked like before the whole ‘dead but then not quite as dead but also not totally alive’ event. Now seeing his tall, lanky figure in all of its once glory, Velouria felt a bit light headed – oh, how dreamy.

“I think you look great,” Velouria sighed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from giggling – she felt like a little girl with a crush all over again. Butterflies filled her stomach and tickled her throat with the overwhelming urge to kiss her man senseless, Brook has lips now, pretty and plump and inviting– “come here”

Velouria left no room for Brook to speak as she immediately went to grab on the collar of his coat, urging the tall man to bend down at the waist to meet her halfway as she stood on her tippy toes, she cornered him against their mirror – the glass rattling lowly as his back came in contact with it.

Brook's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the suddenness, freezing with shock upon the new feeling of their lips meeting. Velouria's touch felt heavenly, her soft mouth molding against his own like puzzle pieces never meant to be taken apart. Brook allowed the entrance of Velouria's tongue, shuddering when the muscle gently prodded inside his mouth – wet and warm and passionate, Brook felt incredibly overwhelmed, raw and vulnerable in the hands of the woman he loved more than anything. Brook relishes in the blissful sensation, taking him apart at his core and giving him the dizzying rush only a man who reached the high of a drug he never experimented before would relate to, the taste of Velouria branding itself into his taste buds, Brook wished nothing but to never get rid of it.

Her tongue massaged his gently, their teeth barely grazing together, sighing and groaning into each other – their sounds promptly swallowed. They separated by millimeters before clashing again with more and more urgency each time, palms and fingertips explored every inch of exposed flesh – treading between strands of hair, grabbing at waists and rubbing at necks, Velouria's touch felt so familiar yet so alien it ached deep in his chest – Brook's skin felt so otherworldly underneath Velouria's palms that for a moment she wondered if she was about to wake up from the most wonderful dream of her life.

When Velouria pulled away, Brook's lip, swollen and wet, quivered in desperation at the loss of contact. A thin line of saliva connected their mouths, and Brook barely resisted the urge to break it by pulling Velouria to another kiss. “I need you,” Brook rasped, his hands trembling with barely contained desire. Velouria panted and quickly shook her head in affirmation

“Lay back for me,” She urged, pulling at Brook's coat once again to move him away from the mirror. “Let me undress you, please?” Velouria begged so prettily it felt like heresy to even think of refusing, Brook grabbed at her waist and pulled her along with him as he wobbled towards the bed, his back hit the mattress once the back of his knees met the bed, Velouria following him on the fall and laying on top of his chest.

Slowly and deliberately, Velouria slid her palms over his shoulders and down his torso, Brook's abdomen clenched and trembled under the touch of her fingertips – barely there grazing that didn't even wrinkle his shirt, but still enough to make Brook's whole body tense in anticipation. With each button Velouria undid, Velouria's mouth replaced her hands to plant feverish kisses on every revealed inch of bare skin. Soon enough Brook's coat and shirt were discarded, thrown on the floor as Velouria laid between his legs, cheeky eyes adorned a mischievous smile that held the zipper of his pants between teeth.

Like every nerve on his body had been exposed, even Velouria's presence at the moment had him gasping for air – already crazy with overstimulation, Brook bucked his hips up against Velouria's face, his zipper clinking softly in between her teeth. Liquid fire pooling over his groin, Brook's vision swayed, a muscle in his jaw twitched as he clamped his lips together, biting back a moan when Velouria freed his erection from his pants. Long and thin and curved prettily, following the shape of his stomach. His tip colored an angry red, leaking precum like a broken faucet, begged to be touched.

“I hope you stay like this for a looong time,” Velouria whined, grasping the base of his cock with a firm hand, Brook trembled at the sensation of that soft palm touching him. Velouria rubbed the tip over her lips, smearing precum like lip gloss, then tapped it over her cheek – covering herself with him. She made quick work of her shorts, hurrying it down her legs and kicking it over to a random corner of the room. “You're the most handsome man I've ever seen.”

As her hands went down to her panties, intending to take them off as well, Brook quickly shook his head, Velouria stopped in her tracks. “L– Leave them on… I love this pair” Velouria giggled at the request, but obliged anyway. Pushing the fabric to the side to expose her cunt to her lover, Velouria pressed her folds against Brook's dick. Rocking her hips up and down over his length with the intent of lubing him up further with her essence, whimpering when her clit caught on his cockhead, closing her eyes in bliss when she rubbed herself over the veins of his cock just right.

When Velouria grew desperate enough, she lifted herself up on her knees, legs on either side of Brook's hips and pussy hovering over his cock, dripping steadily over his tip. Brook's hands flew up to her waist, squeezing with anticipation, knuckles turning white as he struggled to ground himself. She grabbed his dick at the base once again to line it up with her hole, rubbing the tip over her folds before sliding it in her entrance.

Close to losing his damn mind from the pleasure, Brook shot up and pressed his chest to Velouria's, her tits squeezed against his pecs, he hugged her waist and slammed the rest of his length inside her in one go. Brook held her tightly as Velouria moaned loudly at the intrusion, his hands shook and his dick twitched madly inside her core, he felt cold sweat beading in his forehead at the feeling of her gummy walls massaging his length.

“Keep still, just a little bit,” Brook begged, a whiny tone to his voice. Afraid that if she moved too much he'd cum right then and there. “You feel heavenly, my beauty– give me a second, Oh.” He buried his face against her neck, breathing in deeply the sweet scent of her perfume. He whimpered pathetically, a bloody indent on his lower lip from biting it too hard.

For what felt like an eternity, Brook allowed Velouria to move, guiding her movements with gentle hands on her waist. Steady up and down movements, moving her hips up so only the tip remained inside of her and lowering herself down until her clit met his pelvic bone. Squelching sounds of sex filled the room along with the rhythmic squeaks – their mouths met again in a desperate kiss, Brook swallowed her pleasured sounds like the sweetest ambrosia, his hands flattened over her spine and he tried to draw her even closer. Brook's chest ached with yearning as Velouria's heartbeat thumped against his ribcage, his embrace was tight, afraid of the thought that if she let her go, she'd slip through his fingers. At the same time he wanted their hearts closer, and closer, until they became one.

Long, nimble finger wrapped around Velouria's throat, pressing softly against her neck just enough to mess up her breathing. Brook was enamored, completely and utterly mesmerizing by her, her movements and her sounds, he could feel her pulse beating under his fingertips when he pressed at the right spot. How beautiful, he thought, being able to feel beneath his fingertips his favorite sound in the world.

“You sound like a melody,” Brook breathed against her lips, Velouria's thighs wrapped around his waist and her mouth went slack, trying to answer him but the words coiled around her throat just like Brook's fingers cutting her airway, only broken moans of his name came out. “Keep singing for me, pretty.”

Jerking her hips back and forth, she clenched tightly around him, the tip of his cock bullying her cervix with each thrust. Her gummy walls spasmed deliciously against his cock. Velouria's hands flew over to his back, raking her nails down his spine and leaving bright red marks on their wake, she bit at the junction of his shoulder to his neck. Velouria whrites in his lap as her orgasm washes over her, coming undone with her cunt splashing all over his lap and cock, minty hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

The clamping of her walls is enough to milk Brook through his own high, breathy moans escaping his lips as his cock twitched inside of her, shooting hot, sticky cum into her pussy. His muscles clenched and his vision grew spotty for a moment, the force of his orgasm taking him by surprise.

They sat there for a moment, Brook's softening cock still inside of her, their heaving chests pressed tight against each other. Brook wiped the sweat from her brow and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, heavy lidded green eyes staring deeply into his own, brown ones.

“I think you look great.”