#gotta get some medical stuff done

[aspd-culture]

aspd-culture is

Cry for Judas by The Mountain Goats

[homunculus-argument]

My usual problem of "and then some other shit happens" is that they keep piling up on top of each other. This morning, I was just about to start work when

mail comes in. I've received a letter from the tax office.

I open the letter and get a Fuck No Way That's Right kinda bill.

time to hit up my accountant and ask what the fuck do I do now

realise that I haven't delivered my accounting stuff for like four months either, gotta apologise to her about that too

e-mail doesn't go through, double-check the address, re-type my whole apology and explanation again

four consecutive e-mails do not go through

fuck I gotta call them, where's my phone

just as I was about to make a phone call, I receive a phone call

forgot I had a phone appointment with my doctor, turns out I do not have a natural physical resistance to poison damage, and my medication resistance is something else.

confident in my ability to execute two unrelated tasks at once, I take a sip of my tea while on the phone. Naturally I fuck it up and pour the lukewarm tea on my lap instead.

figuring that since I'm unhurt and only poured enough to soak my clothes, not my chair, I'll just sit with the wet tea on my lap until the phonecall is over, and hang them to dry on the balcony later.

phonecall done, I remove my clothes and go hang them up to dry.

spot my little ficus tree cutting on the balcony, decide to water it since it's so hot and I don't want the thing to die.

coming back inside after leaving my clothes on the balcony, my boyfriend sees me undressed and wants affection.

he also wants to show me a video that he came upon.

make myself more tea

coming back to my computer, remember the phonecall I was supposed to make.

call the accounting people and tell them I can't e-mail the person I worked with, and get informed that the person I had been working with quit unexpectedly, and the one currently running the whole business on her own will look into my shit once she's personally out of the hospital. She meant to call me earlier about What The Fuck I'm Doing but unfortunately hospital.

promise her to deliver my accounting things today since it's the least I can do to not make her day any worse than it already is.

save through my paypal activities, log onto my online bank, check my account and do some math to confirm that I should more or less be alright until my next payday. Move some more money to my bank card account for groceries, and log out.

remember that the reason why I logged into my bank in the first place was the accounting, and log back in to get that data.

send my records to my new current accountant with apologies for not doing that for four months despite of being supposed to do it monthly.

finally done with that, satisfied of actually Getting Things Done, I suddenly realise I've spent the past three hours on random sidequests, haven't even touched whatever it was that I was planning to do today, and top of that I've completely forgotten what it was that I meant to do.

waste another half an hour writing a meticulous account of how I spent my morning doing everything else than what I meant to.

[byelacey]

so you want to keep a great pyrenees as a pet

recently a little comic i made did big numbers on here and i keep seeing tags like "gotta get me a great pyrenees" and like AWESOME there are SO MANY of these big boys looking for adoption, especially in the US but i feel like as a person who got a pyr as their first dog (because i'm insane) there are some things you need to know - they BARK. all day and all night. they've been bred for barking. this is not bond spyxfamily borfing this is LOUD and CONSTANT. barking is their job. working pyrs protect their livestock by looking intimidating, bluff charging and barking very loud. they're also often naturally nocturnal, which means a lot of their barking is done at night. if you're the type who doesn't enjoy loud noises for most hours of the day, reconsider keeping a great pyr as a pet - they are LARGE. they are large when they are hormonal, idiot puppies. their bodies grow VERY FAST but their brain takes 2-3 years to catch up and during that time you've got a 75-150lb puppy on your hands. everything is more expensive because your dog is big, too. beds, accessories, food, vet stuff, medication, grooming, *everything is more expensive* for big dogs. get yourself some pet insurance. you'll thank yourself later. - they're sensitive creatures who form strong bonds with their flock. if you're keeping one as a pet: congratulations, you're now this dog's flock. separation anxiety is huge. they're meant to be guarding their flock, and if you go off without them, they're gonna worry about you. they also don't take well to you shouting at them for doing their job (barking very loud at wayward leaves). i'm serious. they're so so sensitive. - they're extremely smart and independent, which reads as stubbornness to us. they think they know better because they've been bred to work on their own, without humans around to tell them what to do. they're gonna pick up commands really fast, but they do shit on their own time. and recall? forget it. "an off-leash pyr is a dissa-pyr", as the saying goes. this is not a dog you'll be able to have off-leash, as he's gonna do and go wherever he damn well pleases - THAT BEING SAID as they are a large breed dog (extra large, actually), training is extremely important. small untrained dogs can get away with a lot more than a large dog. some people are afraid of dogs. you need to teach your pyr early and often what isn't a threat to you so they aren't causing trouble with their guardian shenanigans - they shed. they drool. they're large, double-coated dogs with big jowls. i have cleaned drool off of every surface of my house, including the ceiling. they blow their coat twice a year and also shed undercoat all of the time. i brush mac once a week during regular season and every other day when he's blowing his coat so that his coat stays healthy and doesn't become impacted or matted. - EDIT: someone just tagged this with a great point as well. you need a lot of space for a pyr! a fenced backyard, at least, with a fence tall enough they can't easily climb over (6ft preferably). they aren't high energy dogs but they do get a lot out of being able to roam around and patrol their yard. they are not apartment dogs (unless you walk them a lot, and you hate your neighbours) admittedly my fenced backyard isn't huge, but mac gets around 2-2.5 hours of walking per day, split between a morning & afternoon walk. they need the mental stimulation of walking around and sniffing stuff! if i haven't scared you off yet, owning a great pyr as a pet is a difficult, but rewarding experience. try and find a breed-specific shelter, there are many, because unfortunately these dogs are overbred in the US (either on purpose or by accident), and they're also often surrendered as puppies because people didn't know what they were getting into. a shelter will also take your lifestyle into consideration when pairing you up with a dog, because they want to find permanent homes for these guys.

anyway i think that's it. and if you have a pyr i am wishing you a very (show me your dog)

[miintsprigz]

Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

____

Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

________

Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

[raya-hunter01]

Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 3

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

Kara's Parent's Guest House

Kara's POV

“What the hell do you mean your water broke!” I exclaimed as Tia screamed in pain.

Is this really happening, she’s in labor.

Switching to auto pilot I helped Tia over to the couch to lay down .

“Are ya’ll alright down here I saw Jey leaving and he looked upset?” my dad asked pausing at the door.

“She’s in labor, call an ambulance,” I said as my dad called 911.

“Where is mom? I need her,” Tia moaned as dad held her hand.

“She had to go get your brother, his flight just got in,” dad said as I tried to time Tia’s contractions.

“Another one is coming!” Tia screamed as I frowned. That was too close to be having contractions.

“How long have you been hurting?” Dad asked as Tia grunted through another contraction.

“Since this morning but I wanted to have my baby shower, it wasn’t as intense earlier.” She moaned shook my head.

“You always do stuff that don’t make sense! Ugh,just breath and lay back until the ambulance comes,” I said trying to put aside my differences for the moment.

Logan being born safely was all I cared about at that moment.

“I feel like I need to push!” she cried as I reached down to check her and felt the top of the baby’s head.

This bitch really done sat here in labor all fuckin’ day….

“My daughter said she feels like she has to push, should she do it?” my dad asked putting the phone on speaker.

“Dad the baby’s coming I can feel the top of her head,” I said, totally overwhelmed as Tia screamed in pain.

This had to be some cruel joke…I’m really about to deliver Roman’s baby…His baby with my sister…

“Ok, looks like this baby ain’t waiting, I’m going to need you to get some towels, scissors and something to tie around the umbilical cord. There is a traffic jam, and we are about thirty minutes out,” the operator said my heart began to race.

“This isn’t happening right now,” I whispered trying to help Tia get comfortable as dad gathered the needed items.

“I’m so sorry Kara,” Tia cried as I tried to keep my emotions bottled up but couldn’t stop my tears.

“Look, Logan needs your help. You gotta push with all you got,” I whispered  trying to keep my mind on what was important right now.

“Here is the stuff,” dad said placing the items beside me as we waited for nature to take its course.

“When the baby comes out, I need someone to tie that string about a half an inch up before you cut the umbilical.  Now when another contraction hits, I need mama to push as hard as she can,” the operator said as we all listened intently to her not wanting to miss anything.

“Here it comes. Ahhh!” Tia screamed pushing with all her might as my niece’s head eased into my hands.

“Oh, I got her head, it’s out!” I cried. “Come on and push Tia!” I shouted, as she screamed pushing once again.

“It’s burning! Get her out! Please, get her out!” she yelled and with one final push, my niece made her entrance into the world, but there was no noise….. No crying.

“She’s out,” my dad cried to the operator as I tied off the cord as instructed and cut the umbilical cord in a hurry.

“Why isn’t she crying?” Tia whimpered as I tried not to panic.

“Come on Logan…… Breath baby,” I whispered trying to clear her airway, gently rubbing her back but she wasn’t moving.

“Kara, what’s happening!” My dad yelled as I began CPR.

“It’s my karma for everything I’ve done!” Tia cried as I tuned her out. This was about Logan right now, not her fucking guilt.

“Breathe, Logan. Come on, breathe for Tee Tee,” I begged blowing air into her tiny mouth.

“Ya’ll please hurry the baby’s not beathing,” my dad pleaded as I took two fingers and began compressions counting in my head.

“Logan, mommy loves you. Please……. Just breathe.”

Once again, I blew some air into her tiny lungs. The powerful cry that spilled from her lips, lifted my heart as she wailed, her little face scrunched up as her tiny hands moving against my face.

“That’s it baby girl, breathe,” I cried, wrapping her up in the blanket, before placing her on Tia’s chest.

“My baby…… My Logan,” Tia cried as a momentarily wave of relief washed over me, Logan was ok.

“Ambulance is almost here, you did so good baby,” my dad said as I nodded moving away from my sister and niece.

I felt the walls closing in as I observed her with the baby. That was my dream, and she took it from me.

“Kara, look at her,” Tia whispered as they did skin to skin.

“I see her, she’s beautiful” I whispered as my dad kneeled beside her.

Her tiny face, a mirror image of her daddy’s baby picture that proudly hung up in our home.

I turned away as the EMT’s came in, wiping my tears. I needed to leave, and in a hurry, this was too much.

 I turned back around to watch the EMT’s check over my niece. I had to be sure before I left.

“Baby’s vitals are good, and lungs are clear. Now we need to check mom, can someone take the baby for a few minutes,” one of the EMT’s asked as Tia looked at me.

“Take her Kara, she needs her auntie,” she whispered as I shook my head in shock and disbelief.

“Was she serious? She really was trying to manipulate me to hold the baby….

“I can’t and you know why Tia…..” I whispered as she wiped her tears.

“We can put this behind us, please….. Kara, just hold her, please…Just look at her, she needs you in her life,” Tia pleaded as I sick to my stomach at her weak attempt to manipulate me.

I couldn’t do it, I would never be able to look at that tiny little face and not see my husband and my sister’s betrayal.

“She doesn’t need me….She needs her dad, and I hope you allow Roman a chance to be that,” I said looking at my niece.

“Roman?” What are you talkin’ about sweetheart?” my dad asked as I smiled sadly at him.

“I’m sure when everything settles, they will explain it, I just can’t right now.” I whispered, giving him a hug. I was done with it all. I then leaned over and kissed my niece gently on the forehead.

“I love you Logan, always remember that,” I whispered as she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

“Kara, I’m so sorry,” Tia cried as ignored her and left.

Walking back to my car I felt numb, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

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Roman’s & Kara’s Home

Roman’s POV

“Where the fuck is she?” I muttered pacing the living room. I hadn’t heard from Kara in hours and now I couldn’t get Tia either.

Had Kara heard us on the baby monitor?…God, I hoped not, I wanted to tell her for myself.

“You really fucked everything up, all you had to do was kick her out of your room that night,” I whispered to myself pouring me a shot of brandy.

11 Months ago

“You said you understood Roman and that we would make time for each other,” Kara said as I felt the tension between us building.

“I do, I just didn’t think it would be this hard to be without you,” I said peering through the door at Tia getting into the bottom bunk.

She had come to me after her match and said her ride had left early and asked could she ride with me to the next city.

I saw no harm in it, so I told her sure. I didn’t tell Kara though; I knew they fell in and out too much and I didn’t want to cause no argument.

“Are you still coming to spend the week with me next week?” Kara asked as I smiled.

“Yea, I’m taking the jet after my last house show. Maybe you can show be around up there,” I said as she smiled brightly at me.

“I would love to,” she said with a yawn.

“A’ight I kept you up long enough, go to bed and dream about me,” I said as she blushed.

“I always do, love you,” she whispered as I smiled. “Same here beautiful, and I love you more. Call me after you get outta class in the morning,” I said as we said our goodbyes.

Turning off the light, I went to bed but sometime later I felt the other side of the bed dip beside me.  Startled, I turned over and there lying next to me was Tia…..Naked.

“What you doin’ in here Tia?” I asked as she straddled my waist, a strangled moan escaped my lips as her bare pussy rubbed against my dick.

“Giving you what you’ve been missing,” she moaned slowly moving against me as I groaned stilling her hips.

“Don’t do that, you know I’m with Kara.”

“She isn’t here, and I know you need it Roman. I won’t tell, I promise,” she whispered her face mere inches from mine, my heart racing as I saw for the first time how much she really did favor Kara.

“We can’t,” I moaned as she slowly stroked my dick.

“Yes, we can,” she moaned against my lips, placing my dick at her entrance slowly takin it until I was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, we can’t,” I hissed as she began to bounce slowly with a smirk. “Then stop me,” she moaned, as my eyes closed in pleasure as she bounced.

Giving in, I gripped her hips meeting her thrusts as she screamed.

“Mmm, yes! That’s what I wanted,” she moaned as I willed my eyes open to look at her as she bounced on my dick with a purpose.

“Kara! Fuck!” I moaned as Tia smirked. “Oh…..So, you want me to be Kara, huh?” she asked.

“Tia, this is a mistake, we gotta stop,” I rasped, sitting up as she kissed me again.

“It’s ok….I promise…I’ll be Kara for you…I’ll be whatever you need me to be Roman.” she moaned and in that moment there was no turning back.

And that was the first encounter….On my bus, fantasizing she was Kara as we had sex.

“I’m so fuckin’ stupid,” I growled truly regretting my choices. Picking up my phone, I called Kara with it once again, no answer.

“Kara where you at baby?”

Kara’s POV

With a heavy heart I stared at the home Roman, and I’ve shared as husband and wife for five years. The bus where a lot of his infidelity took place, parked beside the garage made my stomach turn.

Anger radiating off of me, I reached into my bag and pulled out the knife I had brought with me earlier to cut Tia’s cake.

“I decorated this fuckin bus and I picked out this motherfucka,” I quietly hissed to myself, stabbing the tires one by one, leaving one untouched.  “Had her slutty ass up in here,” I muttered, failing to reel in my emotions, I was too hurt but I knew I needed to calm down.

“Get it together Kara, calm down and just see if he’s going to tell you,” I muttered giving myself a pep talk.

 I put the knife back in my bag, laying it down beside the bus before I went around to the side door. As I went into the kitchen, I spotted him pacing in the living room sipping on a glass of Brandy.

 “Nasty son of a bitch,” I muttered, taking a deep breath before I made my way into the living room.

“Kara, I was worried baby, where you been?” Roman asked sitting down his drink as I cleared my throat, walking a little closer to him.

“Um, I was at my parents, then Tia stopped by with Jey,” I said staring a hole through him as was oblivious.

“Oh….Well, you could have returned my calls or texts baby, I thought something had happened. I’m glad you were at your folks though,” he said nervously as I gave him a small smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

“I was busy….Tia went into labor, Roman,” I said watching his facial expressions. He looked excited then cleared his throat stopping himself.

This asshole, how could I have been so fuckin’ dumb?”

“Uh, did everything go ok?” he asked, trying to be indifferent as I nodded.

“Well, Tia had a trying afternoon. The ambulance didn’t make it in time, so I had to deliver the baby, but they’re both fine,” I said casually as Roman seemed shocked but happy.

“You….You delivered the baby? That is crazy,” he said as I nodded in agreement.

“Yea, it was crazy..Damn near like I was in the twilight zone,” I said studying his body language, knowing at any moment I was going to fucking snap.

“Wow that’s great, little Logan is here,” he whispered, a small smile etched on his face before he slipped back into his stoic expression.

“Yes, she’s here, so congratulations Roman…..You and my sister have a beautiful, healthy baby girl,” I said calmy as his looked at me as if I had shot him in the heart.

The disbelief on his face as he processed the fact that I knew his secret was something I will never forget.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he bent down placing his hands on his knees, he looked sick honestly.

“What’s wrong Roman? You look like you can’t breathe.”

“Kara”

“What you gotta say?…Kara, what!?” I yelled trying to keep my tears at bay, backing away as he reached for me.

 “W- Who told you? Was it Tia?” Roman asked as I chuckled at the gall of him.

“You both told me actually,” I said, his eyes widening in realization.

“The bab-……You heard us on the baby monitor.” He stammered, his eyes full of unshed tears.

“Yea, imagine my surprise to find out my husband is not only sleeping with my sister but got her pregnant. Damn, we’re a fucked-up Steve Wilkos episode waiting to happen,” I said, my voice full of sarcasm.

Honestly, it was that or being a hysterical mess, but I was well on my way to losing my shit.

“I’m so sorry Kara, I didn’t mean for this to happen.  Please, believe me baby,” Roman pleaded as I felt my heart breaking even more.

“You’re sorry you got caught! Like who are you?!” I cried as he lowered his head in shame.

“Just tell me what I can do to make it right please?” Roman pleaded as I looked at him in disbelief as he sank to his knees pulling me to him, burying his head against my stomach, his arms holding me tight.

“Let me go Roman,” I whimpered trying to unlock his arms from around my waist as he held me tighter.

“No baby, I can’t let you go…Just tell me what you need, I’ll do anything. What do you need me to do?” Roman begged as tears fell from his eyes.

“What do I need you to do?” I sobbed, prying his hands from around my waist.

“Yes, what do you need?…..Please, Just tell me what can I do to help us get through this, I love you.” Roman pleaded holding my hands in his, still on his knees, his remorseful gaze, pulling at my heartstrings but there was no coming back from this…Ever.

“Well, I’ll tell you, Roman…I’ll tell you what you can do for me,” I said as he waited with bated breath, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“You can go straight to hell,” I said calmy, snatching my hands away, leaving him in the living room, my mind on autopilot.

“Kara…Kara! Don’t do this,” I heard him plead as I walked into our bedroom ripping the comforter off the bed.

“I don’t want you here!” I shouted as Roman stood at the doorway looking almost scared to come in our bedroom…As he fucking should be.

“Kara, calm down.” Ignoring him, I ripped the fitted sheet off the bed laying it out on the floor. I wanted…No, needed him out of here before I did something I will regret.

“Let’s just talk please, I never meant to hurt you.”

“What is the point? It ain’t nothing else to talk about, you had a baby with my sister!” I exclaimed, grabbing some of his clothes out of the closet, throwing them on top of the sheet.

“I know I fucked up bad, but this can’t be it,” Roman said as I grabbed a couple pair of his shoes throwing them on top of his clothes.

“All these fuckin’ shoes, what you trying to do, start a shoes company? If you put this much effort into this marriage as you do shit like this, we wouldn’t be here now!” I ranted as Roman grabbed my hands.

“I do care about us! I know I hurt you baby, and I know how much you love me-” Roman started as I snatched away, slapping the fuck outta him.

“I obviously don’t know you Roman!” I cried, moving around the room throwing what I could of his on top of the sheet.

“You do know me, I’m your husband!  You didn’t do anything wrong baby, I fucked up-” Roman said, his words stopping me in my tracks.

“You don’t think I did anything wrong? Really…Really….Marrying a selfish asshole and believing in him, when he obviously didn’t deserve it!” I shouted.

“Baby-”

“Putting off my MEDICAL SCHOOL plans for you!” I cried, really pissed thinking about the sacrifices I made for our marriage.

“Aye, I didn’t make you leave school in Boston,” he said pissing me off even more.

“Nah, you right you…I did that because you made it seem like it was an inconvenience for our marriage, and I wanted to be with my husband and save my marriage.

“I wanted that too!” Roman shouted as I scoffed. “No, you didn’t because you were too busy fucking my sister. That’s why you could never come see me in Boston,” I said as Roman rubbed his temples in frustration.

“Kara, It only happened a couple times and I am so sorry, if I could take it ba-”

“It should have never happened! I screamed, slapping him again, causing him to stagger as he Rubbed the side of his face.

“Just let me explain, please, I love you,” he whispered taking me in his arms, grasping my chin, trying to get me to look at him.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!.............And I never will again,” I whimpered, snatching away from Roman.

“You don’t mean that Kara.”

Ignoring him, I tied the ends of the sheets together, making a makeshift suitcase, throwing it over my shoulder, and walked out of our bedroom. “Kara, don't do anything rash," Roman said as I made my way through the house, the makeshift suitcase thrown over my shoulder, only stopping to pick up his bottle of Brandy, and lighter before storming out the house.

The look of shock on his face as he saw the flattened tires on the bus was almost comical.

“Too late, I already did,” I said pointing at the flat tires as he sighed.

“Look, I don’t care about the tires, Let’s just go back in the house. I just wanna make sure you’re ok and then I’ll leave Kara.”

“Oh…You wanna make sure I’m ok? Well……Let’s see, in the course of a damn day I’ve lost my sister who wasn’t much of a sister to begin with anyway, my husband and my pride,” I said as Roman stepped closer to me.

“Baby, you ain’t lost your sister or me.”

“Don’t!……Don’t patronize me!" I yelled, throwing his clothes in the middle of the driveway, and dousing them with the bottle of Brandy, before going back over to my bag, pulling out a can of spray paint.

“What you doin’ wit that Kara?” Roman asked as I scoffed at him.

“I helped design this fuckin’ bus, and you out here fuckin’ dat bitch in it! You got me fucked up!” I yelled spray-painting the words “Adulterer" and "cheater” across the side.

“You takin’ it too far, Kara! First the tires, and now this!” Roman yelled finally snapping, grabbing the can from me as I pushed him away.

“Oh, I ain’t took it far enough, Roman," I said reaching in my pocket, igniting his clothes and shoes on fire with his own lighter.

“Got Damn it, now that’s it!..Let’s go in the house before somebody calls the police!” Roman yelled, trying to carry me back in the house as I fought against him.

“Put me down! Put me down Roman, I hate you!” I screamed as he continued to carry me towards the house.

“Will you calm the fuck down!”

Jey’s POV

“Uce, what you gon do?” Jimmy asked as we drove towards roman’s house.

“I want some answers,” I said as my twin brother tried to talk me in to going back to his house.

“I just think you need to calm down first. I don’t need you doing anything that you may regret.”

“They played me, Uce…Like really planned all dat shit,” I said in disbelief as Jimmy turned off the highway.

“I don’t see Roman doing that. I think he just got caught up in not wanting to lose Kara, so he kept quiet,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes.

“He still shoulda’ told me what was up. I been at doctor appointments, ultrasounds, getting attached to a baby that ain’t even mine!” I hissed.

“I know that, but can we just go over there tomorrow. I know Kara and Roman have a lot to talk about.”

“She ain’t deserve this, big Uce didn’t have to do her like dat,” I said remembering the pain in her eyes as she confronted Tia.

“Have you tried calling her?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head. “Another reason I wanna check on her, I need to lay eyes on her and make sure she good,” I said as Jimmy sighed in defeat.

“A’ight you know I’m wit you. Just don’t do nothing that could send our asses to jail,” Jimmy warned.

“I’ll try but I ain’t making no promises…..Plus, who would call the cops he ain’t got no neighbors for miles.” I said noticing smoke as we neared their house.

“What the hell?..... Is that them?!”Jimmy yelled as I jumped outta the car before he could put it in park, running toward Roman who had a struggling Kara in his arms.

“Aye, let her go!” I yelled, grabbing Roman and making him release Kara in the process as he turned to face me. All I saw was red, and swung connecting with his Jaw.

 I saw Jimmy out the corner of my eye reach for Kara, moving her out of the way as I tackled Roman to the ground punching him over and over in the face.

“Fight back!” I yelled releasing my frustration as Roman hit me with an uppercut pushin’ me off of him as I stood up and kicked him in the ribs.

“Get yo’ ass up!  I ain’t done!”

“I ain’t tryin’ to fight you, Uce!” Roman yelled as I kicked him one last time before Jimmy grabbed me.

“That’s enough, Uce, let him up,” Jimmy said as Roman coughed struggling to get up, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Kara’s POV

Good, somebody beat his ass….He deserved  it.

“I never mean for this shit to happen,” roman said as Jey struggled against Jimmy.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You let her play me!” Jey hissed as Roman looked at me.

“What you lookin’ at me for, you had that shit coming.”

“I didn’t know how to tell ya’ll and I didn’t want to lose you, Kara,” Roman whispered as I turned to walk away, not wanting to even look at him anymore.

“Oh, so now you just gon’ walk away after calling Jey over here to attack me,” Roman accused as I stilled in my steps.

“Kara, ain’t called me, I came to check on her,” Jey said as Roman laughed.

“Of course you did, you just ready to make a move on her,” Roman said as I heard Jey snarl.

“Nah, that’s some shit you would do…I mean you did fuck her sister, didn’t you?” Jey said as I winced at his words.

“I said I was sorry, and ya’ll won’t even give me a chance to explain. Between you attackin’ me, Kara destroying and  burnin’ my sh-”

“You deserved it and you should be happy that’s all I did!….. But does me doing that really hurt you, Roman?” I asked walking back towards him.

“Kara-”

“The bus…..Your clothes …. Your shoes….It’s just stuff, Roman……Stuff that you replace or fix with the snap of your fingers, whenever you feel like it.” I said sadly truly trying to get him to understand the damage he has casued.

“Just look at her, Uce. Give her some space,” Jimmy said as Roman sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll leave for now…. But I’m not letting you go Kara,” Roman said as I turned and walked back into the house, not saying another word.

Roman’s POV

I’ll never forget the look on her face …I didn’t know her anymore and I caused the hurt and change in her. Looking at the bus and torched clothes, I knew I deserved it.

Thankfully, Jimmy was attempting to put out the fire with the hose as I looked at Jey.

“Damn, she torched dat shit,” Jimmy said continuing to douse the fire with the water as Jey looked me up and down before heading toward the house.

“Where the fuck you goin’?” I asked, more angry with myself, than Jey. The thought of him comforting her, knowing deep down how he really feels about her has me on edge.

He didn’t respond to my question; he only shook his head continuing to walk towards my house.

“Don’t get too comfortable Jey…… Kara’s still my wife and I ain’t letting her go without a fight.” I warned as Jey scoffed, still refusing to turn around and look at me.

“Shouldn’t you be at the hospital taking care of your new family?” Jey said walking in the house and slamming the door.

“You good to drive, Uce?” Jimmy asked as I nodded.

 “Yea, I’m going to see my daughter, and then I’ll be back.” I said making my intentions very clear.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kara needs some space,” Jimmy said as looked at the bus.

“Oh, I’mma give her all the space she needs…. I’m gon' just crash on the bus until we go back on the road. I'll call the company tomorrow to get everything fixed," I said as Jimmy sighed.

“Uce, I don't think staying on the bus is a good idea…Just grab a room or go to your folks.”

“I can’t uce, this is my home and my wife is in there…….I ain’t going nowhere, this is where I belong,” I said getting in my truck.

“A’ight, you just ain’t gon’ rest until she light dat damn bus on fire wit yo dumbass in it.”

“It’s just a chance I gotta take….. I can’t lose her.”

She’ll forgive me… I have to believe that, we’ve been through too much.

Jey’s POV

As soon as I went in the house I saw  Kara sitting on the couch in a daze. The look of hurt adorning her beautiful face made me want to go back out there and whoop his ass again.

Hearing Roman speed out the driveway, I  went to sit beside her.

“He’s gone,” I whispered as she nodded wiping away her tears as I sighed pulling close as she sobbed.

Damn him for doing this to her…. I could take it; I had no emotional ties really to Tia…. only the baby and I didn’t even have that anymore.

“I was outta control…I don’t know what came over me,” Kara whispered as I sighed.  

“Your hurt and you have a right to be.”

“I thought I could, but I can’t stay here,” Kara said as I nodded in understanding looking at all their pictures on the wall.

“Kayla, you ain’t got to stay here…. Come home with me,” I offered as we sat in silence for a few minutes, no words spoken as I waited with bated breath for her answer.

 “I’ll go with you,” she whispered finally as I sighed in relief, pulling her closer, kissing her gently on the forehead.

The fallout from Roman and Tia’s betrayal was just getting started and I knew it was about to get ugly, but Kara wasn’t going to have to go through this alone…

I’m here and I don’t give a damn who doesn’t like it.

One thing I knew for sure, Tia was gon' have to see Kara and Roman was gon' have to see me...

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[triangle-tumor-manifesto]

My nickname is Silver Cipher.

I am 19 years old, and I’ve been diagnosed with Stage 4 Signet Ring Cell Adenocarcinoma of the Appendix. My dream is to have Alex Hirsch sign my cancer journal.

Gravity Falls has been a huge help since the release of The Book of Bill, and has been a huge comfort to me during my cancer fight. It has helped me emotionally more than I can express. The idea came from one of my friends, who drove to meet me before even knowing my name. They suggested I try to get a signature from Alex Hirsch. This is just a brief summary of my story that I would love to share with you all.

I meant for this to be an incredibly put-together message, but “Nothing in life makes sense, so you might as well make nonsense!”

Ford’s fight with Bill hits so goddamn hard. Chemo has just carpet-bombed my memory to the point where I completely black-out at times. During my 72-hour straight IV drip, I wake up to finding stuff I’ve done that I would NEVER do. I wrote things that I would never write. I drew things that I would never ever draw. The most notable drawings I have done are focused around the Eye of Providence and are surrounded—from top to bottom—by code I am still deciphering. This is terrifying to me and makes me feel like a spectator in my own body. Every single time it happens, it always takes me off guard no matter how prepared I think I am…

Chemo Me VS Regular Me Art (think you can figure out which is which??? -△)

However, the reason why I’m not quite as paralyzed with fear as I was is that whenever shit hits the fan, as embarrassing as it is to admit, to comfort myself I think about Stanford Pines. I think about how at the end of a long and hard battle with something indescribably wicked, he learned to trust people and got the support he needed. The path he treaded was full of pain, blood, and tears but he made it. The survival rate for my stage of cancer is catastrophically low on paper, but 6 is my lucky number. You can guess the reason, or I seriously question how you got into Gravity Falls in the first place!

I live and breathe this show, I live and breathe what Stanford Pines has gone through. I just need to make it past Weirdmageddon.

We appendix cancer patients have this crazy surgery which is known in the medical community as the “Mother of All Surgeries.” Most surgeons refuse to attempt it because of a lack of proven studies due to how few of us there are and how little research there is. The small sample size often causes it to be considered a crazy borderline pseudoscience! But it works. I know this because every Appendix Cancer survivor I met at our Pseudomyxoma peritonei (it’s shortened to PMP) Pals group introduces themself and then says that they owe their new lengthened life to as I like to put it, “Our Surgeon Soulmate”. This is my Weirdmaggedon.

HIPEC (the aforementioned surgery, Hyperthermic intraperitoneal chemotherapy) involves cutting open the sternum to the groin, scooping out every single organ that isn’t necessary for survival, filling the space with liquid chemo, and then sloshing you around a little on the table so it all sets in (like a little cancer smoothie). Then they’ll drain it all out, sew you up, and wake you up. (I drew Ford doing it while on chemo—you can see it in the Imgur link-I also have zero memories of this, and it's hilarious-you gotta laugh at the pain or you will cry) The only way to relieve the crippling pain besides exceeding a survivable dose of painkiller is to get up. You have to get up and walk—I mean laps around the ICU. I’ve done it. The laps at least. All the hundred-some people at the conference have. It hurts like crazy but the only way to get better is to fight through it. It's either fight or die.

Welp! There’s your summary of puppet hour with Silver, and my own personal metal plate.

I have the proof to back this up, as I have been living with this since my diagnosis in March. Knowing all of you, some of you may have taken “Trust No One!” to heart, which is legitimate for a post like this. This was just a brief summary of my story that I would love to share with you all. I've censored my personal information, and pictures I'm sending, as well as my face and my father's face. I'm also adding some of the art that I've done on chemo.

PROOF: https://imgur.com/a/ljb98NL

Attached is all the preliminary proof I’m willing to let anybody and everybody see. It’s a mix of identity-confirming photos, people I care about, art that I made while on chemo to help get me through it, proof of my hospital stays and pictures of me during hospital chemo, as well as a picture of myself on chemo simply so you can see how much it takes out of me from those early on photos of me from my tumor removal surgery to today. That was round six. Now I’m in the middle of round twelve: my last one. Before my final battle with Cipher, I’m hoping I can get my personal chemo Journal signed by Hirsch, at the very least. And if the guy wants to join the stream and hear my pretty decent Ford impression, well…who am I to complain? Alex if you're reading this, even if you can’t sign my book, I’d love for you to read the journal entry I wrote addressed to you. I sent my friend Alia to NYCC with a cut-out journal page for you to sign, with this letter to be read, but it didn’t end up working out. Even so, it would mean so much to me if it made it to you somehow.

Hopefully, this gets a shitload of views and reposts that find their way to Alex. As a bonus (some of you are going to adore this) I am going to link a Twitch fundraiser for Appendix Cancer in the post as well, and do a live stream of an ENTIRE reading of a Mystery Fanfic with me as Ford and an absolutely amazing Bill impersonator- @weasel!!! @_<;;! I bet you are so curious, knowing this server. “Come on Fordsy, don’t you want to take my hand? Just say the word!”

Art done by @🐔mother hen goblin🐔

We had this art piece made to promote the stream! Heed the warnings! Also, depending on the VA's endurance, I will also host an open mic for people to share their love of Gravity Falls and their reasoning for helping me.

The Twitch stream will begin on △ 10/26/2024 6:00PM EST.

△ If you cannot make this-never fear! It will all be recorded for your future viewing pleasure. This exact time is subject to change, please check back the day of to make sure that this stays the same.

Twitch Stream Link: triangle_tumor - Twitch

Donation Link: https://pmppals.net/silvers-triangle-tumor/…

I hope to see as many of you as possible present in the stream. This fanfiction means so much to so many of us. Both Bill and Ford's relationship in canon and especially in this fic encapsulates the visceral horror, suffering, and trauma that comes with going through chemo and beating the ⭐⚡#💀＄out of the triangle tumor. I am also getting OFFICIALLY endorsed by r/Gravity Falls as well as PMP Pals (An Official Appendix Cancer Organization) for this fundraiser.

I cannot tell you how absolutely hyped I am for everything going down.

Pleasepleaseplease join the stream if you can, and for SURE blow up this Reddit post! Thank you all so much for being a part of this and helping me through my fight.

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Silver Cipher △

P.S. FUCK Cancer

SOCIALS/OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Triangletumor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/triangletumormanifesto/?next=%2F

Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/triangle_tumor

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TriangleTumorManifesto

[sickeninglyshoujo]

Idk if you do requests or suggestions n stuff like that, so feel free to ignore this, but how do you think Simon would feel about a significant other who got caught in an explosion or something that badly scared/disfigured half her face?

She’s not insecure enough to hide her face because of it, but she gets irritable when people stare, and will will sometimes make self deprecating jokes about being an, “eyesore” and how she, “ain’t exactly a beauty anymore”

a/n: this is actually the first time anyones requested anything from me and it made me so happy omg

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warnings: mentions of injury, blood, scars, a dash of smut

word count: 1.4k

The scarring that covered a little under half of your face rarely bothered you. The occasional tightness or twinges of pain with the weather changes was the worst of it and nothing that couldn’t be remedied with a thin coating of bio oil and a gentle massage.

The appearance of the scarring didn’t bother you either, compared to the angry red skin that had first grown back after the explosion.

One misplaced charge by a newbie to blow open a door had sent you sprawled on your ass, your pride hurting. You’d hardly noticed the pain until you’d seen Johnny white as a sheet when he kneels down over you, “Don’ worry lass, ‘ve gotcha.”

“Johnny?” You ask, a little out of sorts from the shockwave of the charge.

“Lass, ‘ve gotcha!” He affirmed, stripping your helmet and his tac gear, before his thin cotton vest was pressed over your face.

“Ah know, lass, best ah can do now.”

“Can’t see, Johnny…”

“Hush, lass, gotta keep you covered. Yer in a state… Bleedin’ through already.”

Johnny kept heavy pressure on your face, barking out orders at the others on how to complete the mission, all the while holding his vest pressed tightly, so tightly onto your face.

“S-soap, i’ hurts,” you moaned.

“Hush, lass, we’ll get out soon,” His hands disappeared from your face and you were being hauled up into his arms, “Gotta finish the mission then we’ll get you to a medic, promise.”

Ghost is in the medical wing before your wounds have even been cleaned, “Where’s the fucking shithead who placed the charge!”

You blink, swiping at some of the blood covering your face.

“The rookie’s still in debrief, Ghost, she only came here because she needed medical,” Soap says.

“Get that little asshole in here, he’ll need medical by the time I’m done with him.”

The healing had been slow and painful as your nerves knit themselves back together.

“You don’ have to worry about getting revenge on the rookie, lass,” Johnny said one day as he visited you in the medical wing, “Ghost has been at the poor dog’s heels, not giving him a moment’s rest. Think he’s about to keel over and die from the amount of suicides hes been given.”

Ghost sleeps in the armchair next to your bed.

Ghost helps to remove the stitches after you insisted on not returning to the hospital.

Ghost is the one who helps to massage the medicated creams on while you grit your teeth at the bone deep pain that radiates.

Ghost is the one ready to bite off heads when people so much as let their eyes linger on the raised and angry skin.

“Don’t worry about it, Simon, I really don’t mind the looks much. People are just wondering what happened,” The mission had been need-to-know and even the details of your injury weren’t allowed to leave confidential briefings.

Your opinion changes as your scars settle into a raised and mottled mauve, pockmarks and dents covering half of your face, the stares on base continue.

“What, you’ve never seen an eyesore before? I think you’d be used to looking at one in the mirror every morning with a face like that,” You snapped at a new recruit who had completely stopped in his tracks, mouth opened in shock at your appearance, “Meet me in the gym tomorrow at oh-six-hundred. You’re going to learn to respect your superiors' battle wounds the hard way,” You snarled out at him.

Off base, the stares are worse so you begin to limit your time on leave.

You grit your teeth and set your face in a hard line in public, schooling your expression so that people don’t notice the way that their wide-eyed glances hit you like punches.

You don’t notice how fewer stare when Ghost is around, he’ll glare them down over your head and make them scurry away before their eyes even reach you.

You don’t notice the way Ghost’s eyes darken in the rec room when you make a joke to the lads about being “damaged goods” and “Frankenstein” even if your eyes are filled with tears of laughter as you cackle at your own jokes.

“Don’ like hearing you talk like that,” Simon corners you after you leave the rec room to refill your drink.

“Jesus Christ! Simon! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You clutch your chest where your racing heart resided, “Give a girl some warning before I attach a bell to you.”

He didn’t speak for a beat, “I don’t want to hear you calling yourself ‘damaged goods’ anymore, love.”

“Just speaking the truth, Si,” You gestured at your face, the still painful and shiny skin, “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought it too? I know I wasn’t winning beauty contests before, but now I would probably be better as a scare actor.”

“Tha’s not true.”

“You don’t have to be nice to me just because I’m your girlfriend!”

“If I was bein’ nice I’d tell you tha’ you were the scariest,” Simon begins, still kissing down the line of scarred flesh, now reaching your chest, free of scars.

“You’re so pretty,” Simon murmurs against the line where healthy flesh met mottled scarring, “Want you to say it back to me, love. Need to hear you say it.”

The healthy skin of your face began to flush, nearly matching your scars in color, “Si-”

“I need you to know how pretty you are to me, before and now,” His kisses continue tracing your healed wounds, “Never seen a prettier bird.”

His hands trace your hip bones, settling at their crest, “Before I could only think how soft you were, that I had to protect you on missions. Nearly got my head blown off more than once. Now all I can see is how strong you are,” His hands begin to trail lower, petting over your stomach and then lower still.

“There she is,” He coos when you jump as his fingers make contact, “Now tell me how pretty you are for me doll, wanna hear you say it before I make you cry it f’ me.”

He makes you cry that night.

He switches from nipple to nipple, “Say it, lovie,” He tells you as he pauses to thumb at your nipple, giving his mouth a break.

“‘M pretty,” You whimper out.

“Again,” he says, kissing down your stomach, “Give yourself another compliment, sweet girl.”

“Si!”

“I’ll help you pretty girl,” He coos at you, in between mouthing at your hip bones, “You’re strong, now say it.

“I-I’m strong,” Now his mouth travels lower still, you wriggle trying to rush him into going faster. He can tell your game and deliberately pulls his mouth off, “You’re impatient too, lovie, but I’ll forgive it and give you what you need if you give me another compliment.”

“‘M not an eyesore!”

“That’s right, you’re beautiful, lovie,” He finally lowers himself to give tiny licks at your clit sending you jerking up into his mouth.

“Everytime you say those things about yourself it drives me mad that you don’t see what I do. Even with your scars you’re still beautiful and sexy and knowing you’re all mine makes me hard as a fucking rock.”

You whimper under him, trying to grind down onto is tongue to get more, more, more.

“So pretty for me, pretty face, pretty body, pretty cunt,” Simon murmurs into you, pulling his mouth away just long enough to watch his fingers tease along your hole before slipping one inside, “Givin’ me the prettiest little moans when I touch…here,” He crooked his fingers inside of you and made you jerk under him, crying out.

“The scars just make you prettier, dove,” Simon says, “Shows me you’re real and can take anything the world can give you. That you can’t be taken from me.”

His words fizzle into your brain as you grind down onto his finger everytime it thrusts into you, “Si, more,” You pant out, “Need more.”

“Gimme another one, pretty girl.”

“‘M brave,” You can barely get the words out, torn between trying to whimper out praise to yourself to try and get Simon to do more or to beg him for it instead.

“Good girl, you’re listening so well,” He slid another finger inside of you, “You’re so brave sweet girl,” He kissed your thigh.

[cloudyskydreams]

How would sanses and papyruses you write for react to an unexpected and high-risk pregnancy that their partner wants to keep (if you're comfortable writing for that)?

While I do have the facilities to get pregnant I know absolutely nothing about pregnancy as the topic terrifies me so sorry if these are a little weird~ hope you enjoy!

I'd like to start off by saying high risk or not if you decide you want to keep the baby the boys will agree with that, they understand it's your body your choice.

Sans: When you tell him his world sort of stops. He's gonna be a dad? He's gotta sit down especially after you tell him it's high risk and what that entails. He knows he'll be an alright dad he raised Papyrus great so he's only a little worried about that. Absolutely terrified for you though, does as much research on the human body and high risk pregnancies as possible to ensure he knows how to handle everything he possibly can. He's happy he's gonna be a dad.

Papyrus: He's overjoyed immediately, he's going to be the greatest father ever he's sure of it! His reaction turns to worry when you explain the high risks though. He's not the smartest medically so he'll leave most of it up to the doctors but he does some research. He would find a support group for you two to join and get some real life advice too. He's so excited to be a father he has the baby's room done a month after finding out your pregnant.

Underfell:

Red:He panics at first, all he hears is the word pregnant out of your mouth and he's already spiraling. He doesn't think he'll be a good dad at all and you'll have to probably help calm him down. Then you drop the high risk news and he gets upset at first and asks why you're keeping it. He'll come around he's just scared. He picks up the housework and does his own research over time. Becomes twice as protective of you and basically growls at people if they get too close and he doesn't trust them. He will absolutely argue with the doctors for you if needed, he's making sure your voice is heard even if he has to raise his to do that.

Edge: He's shocked at first, not upset or anything just shocked. He wasn't expecting to be a father but he sure is excited now that he knows he's going to be one. He's going to be the best dad and his child will have nothing but the best. Once he hears of the high risks he's nervous and upset but not at you simply at how things are. He'll ensure the best doctors and treatment for you and will attend every appointment by your side.

Underswap:

Blue: He's so excited once you tell him you're pregnant. He knew he wanted kids at some point, having loved easing Stretch. So this is wonderful news to him! Of course the high risks worry him but they are not putting a damper on his good mood. He's gonna be a father!! He does everything in his power to make sure you're comfortable and taken care of. He does research and does his best to sum everything up for you in case you have any questions when you're not at a doctor's office. Of course he always writes them down so he can double check with the actual doctor too and is always so proud when he gets the answer right.

Stretch: Another one who panics at first. He's worried about being a Dad he can hardly take care of himself like he's supposed to how can he raise a kid. Once he calms down he's nervously excited. Then the high risks come up and he's panicking again. He takes care of the chores to the best of his ability and does his best to help with everything pregnancy related you want him to even though he has no idea what he's doing. He definitely gets Blues help quite a bit.

HorrorTale:

Axe: Pregnancy was a risky thing in their underground. He's happy of course you're carrying his baby! He writes this down immediately so he doesn't forget. He doesn't really understand the high risks but he writes as much as he can about it even starting a brand new journal specifically for your pregnancy. He might forget stuff alot but he's trying his hardest to take care of you Willow definitely helps out a lot. Makes sure the house is stocked with all your comfort and favorite foods and is constantly making sure you're eating.

Willow: Like Papyrus his reaction is happiness upon first hearing this, he loves children and now he's going to have one of his own something he never thought possible. The high risks worry him but pregnancy underground was high risk as well so he wasn't expecting it to go extremely smooth. He does his research a bit more than Papyrus as he's a worrier and he definitely takes care of everything around the house. Constantly pampers you and is making sure you're alright. The minute something seems off he's rushing you to a doctor.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm in severe pain cause of endometriosis right now, can we get more loganxwadexdisabled!reader :3

"Out fucking cold," Wade declared.

Logan grunted, nodding wordlessly. He knew that. He could hear the change in your breathing once the medication kicked in. And again when sleep finally won out.

"You okay, Peanut?"

"Sure. Just glad she's not fucking screaming anymore."

"Pretty sure the screaming was mostly frustration," Wade hummed. "I had days like that where I just wanted to scream because it fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do about it."

In the dark of the bedroom Logan readjusted to be able to see both of you. Wade had a hand in your hair still, watching you with an expression that was hard to read. "And she can't even remember not hurting like that- I don't think."

Logan put his hand on top of Wade's and Wade smiled wryly, "If she could fight we'd be fucked."

"Probably," Logan snorted.

"Looks like you get to be all big and bad and tell her boss she's staying home tomorrow-"

"Good luck with that."

Wade grinned, "I had to double her fucking dose. Tomorrow morning she won't even know what day of the week it is. We could tell her it's Saturday and she'd probably buy it as long as I make pancakes and no on turns on the news."

Logan huffed a laugh and laid his hand on your back when you stirred in your sleep, making a soft little whimper that made him wince. "She's gonna be pissed."

"But she'll feel better," Wade said confidently. "Naps, kisses, and having hunky guys at her beck and call? If that doesn't fix some shit I don't know what will."

"Not a goddamn nurse-"

"Me either, Logi-bear," Wade reminded, "But-" He looked down at your sleeping form meaningfully. "Who else is gonna do it?"

A soft growl was the only answer but, he knew that it was true. You needed rest. Bad pain days were exhausting. They'd both seen you come home looking dazed and drained- like it took all your mental energy just to deal with it. But it had never been LIKE THIS. You'd learned to manage.

But this scared him. Scared them both.

_______________

In the morning, when you did wake up, Logan peered around the bathroom door and watched you carefully.

You sat up slowly and had to get your bearings. Eyes are half-open and still red. And his chest hurt. He wondered how many mornings you'd had to do this alone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, wiping shaving cream off his face and coming over.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you rasp.

"How's the pain?"

"It's there," you tell him, starting to get out of bed. You have to move. Your head feels like it's full of cotton. Your mouth feels like you were licking bowling alley carpet. And You're starving. "But I gotta get ready and-"

"We called you in," Logan said.

"But I gotta work and I need to get my stuff done today so I can-"

"Your boss was more than willing to give you a day off," Logan said, waiting to catch you if you wavered as you tested your feet on the floor. "You over did it, yesterday, huh?"

"I was fucking mad. It's just so fucking stupid. Every fucking year-"

"Hey," he stopped you and tilted your chin up. Bending down to kiss you gently. "don't hurt yourself just to prove something."

"Pot-"

"It's different," he grumbled.

"It's really not. I just don't heal." You take a deep breath and haul yourself to your feet with a groan. He watched you go, making your way to the shower and frowned. But he let you go, keeping an ear out in case you needed help as he went out to find Wade.

"Mornin' Peanut," he said, "How's our patient?"

"Getting a shower," he said frowning as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Someone's been dick slapped with some reality this morning," Wade said kissing his head, " 'S'matter, Logi-bear? Did our girlfriend just remind you-"

"Shut up," Logan growled. It was different. No one expected you to do all that shit. Sure you COULD. You weren't helpless. Or as fragile as he thought when he first met you. But- it was different.

"That's a yes," Wade hummed, kissing his head.

He growled and Wade huffed a laugh; both of them paused for a moment when there was a clatter from the bathroom and Logan half shrugged, "Shampoo bottle."

Wade nodded and carried on, putting food on the table; fussing with details. Making sure that there were pancakes with hearts on them for you and grumpy faces for Logan.

You come out in fresh pajamas and Wade bounds over, tilting your chin up and kissing your face, "She lives!" he declared. "And she looks like heaven."

"I feel like death warmed over."

"Well you'll feel better with pancakes," he said, "and hot chocolate."

"I'm gonna go into a sugar coma," you tell him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You can't be in a coma," Wade said, "we're educating Logan on pop culture today. And you have a full day of pampering ahead of you-"

"Wade I'll be okay I just need-'

"Ah-ah-ah," he said, guiding you to the table. "This is for us," he explained. "We're traumatized. And now you just gotta let us get it out of our system. And I prefer to do it by making sure you're spoiled. Logan would probably fight your spine if he could figure out a way to do it."

[gorboble]

So, Meta Flowey. Encore Flowey. whatever you wanna call it. I wanna discuss it rq

I believe I have a pretty solid explanation for the specimens (intentional by the devs or not,) and I've come to one conclusion: They're based on childhood fears. Let me explain each one.

Clay

This one is a bit obvious, at least to me. I think it's based on how kids will see claymation and get scared of it, you know? Like Mabel in that one episode of Gravity Falls. Might have something to do with Uncanny Valley.

Polygonal

Another obvious one. This is based on late 90's games when 3d was becoming a thing. The kind that is mostly good fun until one moment when the scariest enemy known to man comes out and has you quit the game for 6 months. Like Majora's Mask! Every kid was scared of that game, weren't they?

Patchwork

Creepy dolls, and such. Maybe just the slight discomfort you feel when you go into a room in grandma's house, the one where she sews blankets and toys. I always had a slightly unnerving feeling when it came to stuff like that. This one might be a little more personal, but it's valid.

Now, these next ones weren't so obvious. I had to do a little reaching for them.

Mechanical

It just wasn't quite obvious to me at first. This one is based on how heavy machinery may scare children and make them nervous. It's unknown and foreign to them. They don't know anything about it, but they have a feeling that they'll get hurt if they aren't careful with it (and they're right! machinery will kill you if you're not careful!)

Also guns. Guns can be scary to kids. I hope.

Organic

Now, I would say this one is the fear of doctor visits. But... it's gotta be more than that. You hear the beeping and see blood cells and such. You probably won't see that at a check-up. I think it's a bit deeper than that.

I think this is the fear of going to hospitals in general. A bit more serious than the doctor's office. It could be for a serious, painful disease the child has contracted, or... it could be visiting a loved one while they're in medical care, maybe after a horrible accident, or a terminal illness. The song supports this sort of dread regarding the inevitable loss of family. And the beeping at the end... yeah. This one is pretty grim.

Paper

specimen paper was the hardest phase to think about. Mostly because... who the hell out there is afraid of paper? I know there's a phobia for it, but it's rare.

So, I looked further into it. Paper airplanes and paper balls are flying around as attacks. And in the music? Laughter and talking.

I think this is bullying. It doesn't play into the... paper flowey, but I couldn't find any other fitting explanation. At least for this theory. Because, again, paper isn't exactly a common childhood fear that people have. Neither is bullying... but it's a huge issue in schools and is a lot more scarring than something you might find scary as a 6-year-old.

Also, note how Flowey doesn't move in this phase. Along with the organic phase. They feel really empty compared to the others, in a good way. It paints the picture of darker memories than just a scary enemy you encountered in SM64. It could also bring up some questions about Clover's past..

remember this post was entirely theoretical and probably not intended by the devs. i just wanted to write this lol. anyways i think im done. i wanted to make this post for a while now but i just now got to it at like midnight on a Friday ok byeeeee

[callmearcturus]

what erik needs is fucking adderall

based on the idea punct and I keep kicking around that bc Peter is clearly ADHD as fuck, Erik is too but he's never been medicated so he's just so fucking high-functioning he's like a neurotic clock that has ground all of his reactions down and has his shit on lockdown. so then what if he finally gets medication?

Peter, in his cast after XMA: Oh yeah can someone run into town to pick up my good good drugs? Cause my leg. Charles: Drugs? Ah, the-- yes, I'll ask Hank. Erik, curious: Drugs? Peter: Hard drugs. Fuckin' speed, my man. Charles: It's not-- it's. Dextroamphetamine besalt, not-- Peter: Amphetamine is in the name! Erik: He's on amphetamine? For his mutation? Peter: Nah, nah, I got the distraction thing. Serotonin and stuff. Charles: Oh for god's-- it's… what is it (reads Erik) ah, Aufmerksamkeits-Defizit-Hyperaktivitäts-Syndrom? Erik: I see you're pronunciation is still dreadful. ADHS, hm?

Charles, looking between Erik and Peter: Hm. Peter, lifting his eyebrows, looking at Erik, then back at Charles: I mean. No, no way. Charles: It does tend to be, ah. patrilineal, is the thing. Erik: What does? Peter: But he's Jewish, isn't that matrilineal? It's a whole thing. Charles: That-- it doesn't mean genetics work differently-- (outraged noises) Erik: What about my mother? You're talking around me. Charles: It'd just be… interesting to see. I'll have Jean go along with Hank and… suggest an extra refill. He has many of the signs for late stage diagnosis. Erik: Glauben Sie, dass ich ADHS habe? Charles: (hums non-committally)

(later) Peter: what if it kills him Erik, laying on medical bed: I'd be very annoyed, personally. I have survived quite a few impressively fatal incidents. Peter: Oh yeah like the nazis. Charles, full Professor Mode: Yes, thank you, Peter. And we have a full stock of dopamine antagonists and nitroglycerin in case he has a bad reaction. It'd be terribly poor form for me to kill your newly-discovered father so soon in your reconciliation. Erik: That lab rat feeling is returning… Perhaps I'll see if Jean needs help with the roof. Charles: No. Swallow this pill. Erik, giving a severe look: If you really decided to finally end our truce, you would do better than poisoning me, correct? Charles: I would never insult you with something so underhanded. Hell, it wouldn't be dramatic enough for me either, I'd be… Peter: … Blue-balled? Charles: Take the bloody meds, Erik.

(TWENTY MINUTES LATER) Charles, to Peter: Is he all right? Peter: Huh, yeah. Yanno sometimes I forget to pick up my refill right so I gotta go some days without it or I ration, so when I take it again, I gotta get over the sleepy. Charles: The 'sleepy'. It's speed. Peter: I know! It's so weird. It chills you out. It's better than weed honestly. I mean uh. Not that I've ever done weed. Charles: Oh please, Peter, I've rolled a few joints in my time. Peter: Huh. Cool. So is there a good dealer around here? Charles, out loud: Erik? Erik, eyes closed, breathing slowly: Yes, Charles? Charles: You don't seem to be having a hypertensive episode. Erik: No. (reaches out a hand, flicks off the lights with his power) You can go back to speaking telepathically. It's quieter.

that's all i got, i gotta sleep

[haruchuiyo]

Captivating

You and Lieutenant Ghost dance around each other with your feelings for the other.

content: sfw, depiction of violence, mending injuries, in love!simon, lots of fluff, bare chested and back simon, he is absolutely downright in love with you (he doesn’t know it), you fall first he falls harder!trope

ghost x fem!medic reader

fyi, I’m not a medic so some stuff written in this could be incorrect ;(

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He was captivating just the way he carried himself.

The first day you saw him walking inside the room, it’s like your eyes zeroed in on him. He was quiet, gave a subtle slight nod as a greeting to everyone in the room. His eyes flickering over everyone and when his eyes landed on you and your eyes met his, you couldn’t look away.

And he held that eye contact for what felt like ages, but was in fact just a few seconds before he looked away to pay attention to what Captain Price was debriefing about. You looked at him for a few more seconds before looking away.

During the entire mission, when you had your brief freetime, your mind went to him. And when he was anywhere in your presence, your eyes found him as if it’s a reflex.

One time you got caught and you startled in surprise, you couldn’t see his expression cause of his mask but you do hope he wasn’t laughing at you behind it for being caught. Much did you know, he didn’t pay it too much mind.

Until you approached him for the first time and blurted out the first thing you could think of.

“I know how to make explosives.” What a great first greeting. And for goodness sake, you’re a medic, how do you know how to create explosives? You wanted to uppercut yourself after saying that and after seeing his reaction. The behemoth of a man in front of you was stunned in surprise. How do you know that, his eyes slightly widened in surprise. You feel your entire body heat up.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you that but I do wanna say that you need to come in for an examination.” You ramble on. “You know, for blood tests, and all the important stuff.” All the important stuff? You can’t embarrass yourself even more? “Alright, see you. And the examination has to be done this week.” You say before walking away. Then you stop before turning around and he is still standing there, much to your surprise. So you give an awkward small wave before walking away in a haste.

Ghost was speechless. As a man of few words unless necessary, he was a man of even more few words after his interaction with you. Which left an impression on him. Just a little bit. Oh how he proved himself wrong just the day and days after.

Each time, he finds himself looking at you. And he sees you look back, your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part as if you’re lost of words. During examinations, even if you don’t show it much, he feels your hands slightly shake when checking his pulse. And he sees you not holding eye contact with him for more than three seconds. And he finds it so amusing yet so endearing. He has barely uttered more than ten words to you and he already has you in shambles.

During a debrief, he hears Price talk about you coming with them during one of their missions and Simon has to physically hold himself back from walking away from the meeting, and ask you ‘why’. A medic on the field means you gotta have combat training. Do you have it? How long have you been training? Were you a soldier before being a medic? How long have been you a medic? And he finds himself asking questions that make him get to know you. On a personal level. And he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I used to be a soldier.” You tell Ghost one day during one of weekly examinations you have with the 141 team. Ghost looks up at you, away from your hands on his bicep where you wrapped a blood pressure monitor around his bicep. And when you don’t hear a reply as usual, which you don’t mind, you turn away to check on your screen to see his other results when you hear him speak up.

“How long?” His question is so simple but it has your heart pounding so fast against your chest. His voice is so deep and has a hint of gentleness in it. He is trying his best to ask his question as gently as possible. Your heart flutters at his obvious intention.

“Five years, almost six.” You reply with a smile on your lips and you swear you heard his breath hitch before the familiar sound of the monitor beeps and you get his pulse results. It’s increased.

“Your pulse has increased since last time and your blood sugar, which you can see here,” you point at the screen thinking Ghost would look as well, when he in fact was looking at you instead while you explain his results to him.

“So make sure to do it, alright?” You tell him what he should do to maintain his pulse, blood sugar and pressure before turning to look at the screen again. He wanted so badly for you to look at him rather than the screen, he wanted to grab your chin and turn it so you look at him and him only. Not his pulse, blood pressure or anything else. I’m pathetic. Ghost wants to uppercut himself. Johnny would have a fun field day if he heard what he is thinking right now, and he shudders internally at the amount of teasing Johnny would have if he knew.

After your first field mission as a medic not as a soldier, you finally got back to the base. Not unscratched though, you have a cut from when a bullet grazed your arm which you knew wouldn’t give a long lasting impact.

A bullet just grazed your left arm when you felt pain on your entire left arm just a few seconds after. You heard Ghost yell orders at someone in the radio before you see him running towards you, kneeling in front of you before grabbing you to the side for safety and to avoid more wounds. He places you against a metal board and you hear him frantically tell you to stay awake.

“Stay awake for me, love? Alright?” Why is he saying that? That’s when you hear ringing in your ears and your visions getting blurry before you feel Ghost patting your cheeks rather harshly, which wakes you up for some reason.

“Good girl, your pupils are clear and now eyes open, copy?” He orders and you nod. “Copy, sir.” He nods at you before speaking into the radio and you look down at your left arm and see a bullet hit you and you put pressure on the wound. The bullet are gonna feel like torture to take out. You think to yourself, sighing amongst the chaos. You see Ghost reach behind himself and you see his small box of first aid kit. You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re the medic here now.” You giggle and Ghost gives you a look. How can you be giggling during a time like this? He wraps your wound in a haste and you hiss in pain when he grabs you up with your right arm.

“Johnny took down the rest, now let’s get to safety.” He tells you. “Yes, sir.” You manage to utter out. Your left arms hurt like a meteorite hit you.

Back at the base, you redid your wound and amidst the chaos on the field, you managed to take out the bullet and the fragments. Thankfully you only had your left arm shot, which is less of a damage than what Soap received on the sides of his stomach. And Ghost has knife wounds on his back and the rest of the team was left uninjured.

You managed to stitch him up after telling him take his shirt off despite your left arm, while Soap was on pain relievers Ghost was still as a statue as you stitched him up.

“All done.” You say before sighing because of the pain in your left arm. “You good, doc?” You hear Soap ask despite his own pain.

“Yeah don’t worry about me, let me know if the pain doesn’t subside.” You tell him as he nods and give you a thumbs up before he gives in to sleep. You look at Ghost who is now standing up beside you, shirt on. Which bummed you out a little bit.

“Be careful with the stitches, or I need to redo them.” You tell him with a smile on your face before leaving the room with him and Soap in it. Then you went back and walked into the room, Ghost was still there, feeling on his stitches through his shirt as he watched his comrade rest. His face turns to look at you when he hears you speak up.

“I’m gonna need to check on them again though, so I call on you when needed.” You say with a sheepish grin. “Thank you.” You hear him say and your heart flutters at that.

“It’s nothing, just doing my job.” You say softly. And you see his eyes soften and which has you wanting to melt to the floor.

Weeks after that day, you call Ghost back in to check on his stitches. He turned around and lifted up the back of his shirt but to no avail, it showed partially off his back. You see him look at you over his shoulders and your body feels hot. Alone in a room with a half naked man you can’t help but be captivated by, does things to you and when he takes his shirt off, you see the wounds on his back. Healed wounds and the stitches turned into fine scars.

“They’ve healed beautifully.” He hears you say from behind him. He’s never found his scars beautiful, just a reminder of what happened and his past. But if you think they’re beautiful, then so be it.

Ghost feels you graze your hands over his newly healed scars and he feels like a volcano erupted inside him. If she keeps touching me like that, I’m gonna walk out of this room without saying anything. Fortunately, you pulled back your hand which was also an unfortunate thing because Simon do want your touch on his skin. I feel so conflicted, I don’t know what to do around her. Should I talk? Should I just stare at her? Not talk? Her lips look so beautiful, I wanna taste them- and now I’m getting ahead of myself.

He still hasn't turned around to face you.

“How do you feel, by the way.” You ask him, wanting his input on his healed wounds. You see him do a slight shrug with his shoulders before you hear a simple “Good.” from him. It’s so him to be so straightforward, you can’t help but smile at that. He’s quite endearing.

“Alright, we are done here.” You tell him before noting down his results on his medical reports. As you look up, you see him stand up and he stretches his back, showing his muscles and you can’t help but stare until you see him turn around. Bare chest right in front of you and you look away after staring for a good three seconds. He really is a behemoth of a man.

He didn’t miss the look on your face at the sight of his chest and he can imagine the look when you saw his back. He felt your eyes on him. Everytime he’s in your presence, he is so conscious of you he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Am I dismissed, ma’am?” He hears himself say, feeling like teasing you. He sees you look up so fast like your neck would snap. You’re so endearing.

“Ma’am?” You blurt out before you wave him away, “Yes yes, you’re dismissed.” Simon just loves it when you trip on your words. You’re kind of cute. Kind of? Very cute. Yes, Johnny would definitely have a fun field day if he knew what I was saying.

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i want to kiss this man.

If you’ve come this far, a reblog, feedbacks and likes would soo much much appreciated :3

[kalixora]

Wreckings

Transformers Prime

Reader is presumed female

Reader is an autobot

“Hey Y/N!!!”

Miko yelled as she approached you, waving enthusiastically. You groaned as you shifted your gaze to the human child. Aside from Bulkhead and Wheeljack being on a mission, you'd assume Miko would join Bumblebee and Raph on whatever little trip they were on... yet she chose to stay with you in the base, alone. Ratchet was doing something only Primus knows what and clearly didn't want to be bothered, so you were the only bot Miko could torment.

“Yes Miko?”

Miko shone up at you from the small area the kids have on base, she stood on the couch while gazing up at you, Miko had a habit of doing that from time to time, it never troubled you personally, but it did make you wonder why she only gave you that look and not anybody else.

“So? I gotta know, on Cybertron how does like dating work?”

“Dating?” You tilt your helm in confusion.

“Yeah! Like ya know- if you have romantic feelings or relationships with anyone on your planet?”

“Oh! Well…” you shifted your optics towards Ratchet as he let out a slight chuckle still continuing his work. “Why don’t you ask Ratchet? He’s been around a lot longer than I have and I’m sure he could tell you all about that.”

Ratchet turned his helm with a scoff, “Don’t lump me into whatever that conversation is…”

“Ah come on Ratchet, I’m sure you had some femme look in your direction,” you said crossing your arms. “Maybe even a few mechs?”

Ratchet raised his optical ridge at you and you couldn’t help but cover your derma.

Miko laughed, “No offense Rach, but you don’t really look like a lady killer.”

You snickered as Ratchet scoffed slightly. “I’m a busy medic, I had no time for that stuff what so ever. Thank you oh so much.”

Miko turned back to you and made a wry smile at you, it freaked you out a little how she was able to twist her face like that.

“What?”

“So like you’re telling me that you didn’t have time for relationships either?” Miko placed her hands on her hip.

“Yes?”

“Uh huh-“

Ratchet huffed, “I beg to Primus.”

You turned your helm towards the medic’s direction. “I’m sorry is there something you wish to say? Doc?”

Ratchet didn’t turn his helm but instead only grunted at the name you called him. “Not even a certain scout caught your attention maybe even a certain wrecker?”

You raised optical ridge, “If your referring to Bumblebee then I see him as family, and if your referring to Wheeljack then I wouldn’t cross that line with you… I know how much you adore him.”

Ratchet groaned in annoyance, “Please, I can’t get anything done with that scarp yard metal around. On the contrary you seem to have a soft spot of his partner. Not that anyone but myself has noticed.”

“You-“

Before you could speak Miko let out an ear piercing squeal.

Miko gasped, “Bulkhead?! You have feelings for Bulky?!”

You turned your gaze at Miko, “Oh no- no no, Bulkhead and I are friends. It’s strictly professional between us.”

“So she says,” Ratchet grumbles.

“I do not!” You scoffed. “We’ve been friends forever. Why would I want to ruin that over some romantic feelings?”

Miko hummed grinning at you, “Who says you couldn’t have romantic feelings for a friend hm?”

“I don’t have any interest in Bulkhead.”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it Y/N!” Miko says pointing at you. “Admit it! You’re so totally into Bulkhead!”

“I am not! Miko you’re speaking nonsense right now,” you argued.

“You do!”

“There’s no evidence to prove anything that whatsoever.”

Ratchet let out a fake cough to which you rolled your optics. “Is there something stuck in your vocalizer Ratchet? Because you’re mighty talkative for someone who’s supposed to be busy.”

Ratchet turned to fully face you now, “Oh I’m sorry, here let me just call Bulkhead for you now so you’re aware of his status on the mission since you’re ever so worried.”

“You waste of dirty scarp meta-“

“Y/N come on this is a safe space, if you have feelings for Bulky just come out and say it, there’s no shame to it,” Miko said now sitting on the couch.

“Miko, I don’t have any feelings towards Bulkhead, he’s my friend and I admire him, that’s it,“ You said calmly. “I’m going out for a drive… Miko would you care to come with?”

Miko perked up and nodded, “Heck yeah!”

You smiled as your placed your servo out for Miko to climb onto it.

“Just call us back when everyone arrives Ratchet.”

Ratchet turned back to his work and waved you off. “Be careful.”

Driving out of base, Miko began to play her rock music and air play the guitar as she listened to the music, after about a few minutes she paused it and stared out the window.

“Something the matter?” You asked her.

Miko shook her head, “Nah… just thinkin about something.”

“What is it?”

Miko leaned back in the seat and let out an exaggerated sigh, “Well~”

You sighed already knowing what she was thinking about. “Lemme guess about me and Bulkhead.”

Miko giggled, “Maybe~”

“Whatever it is the answer is no.”

“Aw come on!” Miko groans. “All those years you spent together, you’ve seriously felt nothing?”

“Miko… you know what… okay fine I did.”

Miko’s eye lit up with excitement, but her demeanor didn’t change. “Are you for real or are you just saying that to make me shut up?”

You sighed again, “No. I did at a point have feelings for Bulkhead.”

“What happened? Why’d you stop? Come on Y/N I gotta know! Please!” Miko began to plead nonstop.

“Okay okay fine, but you need to swear to never EVER say a word to anyone, or Bulkhead himself. Do you understand?”

Miko nods repeatedly, “Yes yes I swear! Tell me!”

“Well… I do NOT have feelings for him.”

Miko groaned loudly, “Y/N seriously!”

“I don’t Miko… I just, never gotten around to that kind of stuff, he’s a great friend and I admire him a lot but that’s the furthest I’ve come across as feelings wise,” you said. “I need you to understand that okay?”

Miko sighed, “I get it…but be honest have you had crushes on anyone?”

“…Maybe a few.”

Miko gasped, “WHO? OH PLEASE TELL ME!”

“Alright I’ll humor you… there was this one bot-“

Com link: Y/N back to base

Y/N: Copy. On the way back.

“You ready to see Bulkhead Miko?” You asked, slightly wanting to change the subject but you know Miko wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

“Yup, but do continue about this bot that captured your attention.”

[Back at base]

The kids went room for the night and everyone went off to go into recharge and rest up for the night, everyone except the medic himself.

You walked up to him slowly making sure not to spook him. But he noticed you rather quickly. Ratchet looked at you for a brief moment then turned back to his work. “Shouldn’t you be in recharge?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing?” You asked stepping beside him and looking at what he was doing.

“I’m working.”

“I can see that,” you hummed turning to look at the medic. “Was the Bulkhead thing really necessary Ratchet?”

“What? And have Miko running around and talking about you and me? Absolutely not,” Ratchet huffed.

“Right…”

Ratchet stopped his work to face you. You went around him and turned off his monitor, he glared at you, “Y/N I needed that.”

“As much as you need me?” You asked moving closer to him. Ratchet stumbled for a moment then smiled shaking his helm, “Not nearly as much as I need you.”

“That’s what I thought, now Ratchet be honest with me, are jealous of Bulkhead?”

Ratchet scoffs, “As if I-“

“Ratchet.”

“Okay fine, maybe just a little… I’ve seen the way he looks at you now and I just- I don’t know…”

You place your servo on Ratchet’s chest plate and gave him a gentle smile, “He’s adorable sure but you’re the one that has my attention and that will never change Ratchet. Even if Miko annoys me until the bitter end.”

Ratchet laughed and rolled his optics, “Maybe telling her won’t be such a bad idea after all.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed. “But you’re not gonna do that are you doc?”

“Nope absolutely.”

[wintersoldiersoul]

Hi.

Saw you are taking requests.

I got shingles the weekend close to my birthday, i confuse it with allergy because i am allergic to basically anything and then on my 24th birthday i got that it was actually shingles, doctor told me that my immune system went down and that is why i got it. Before that i was under so much stress because of work that i developed burn out and had to quit my job (literally spent months, weeks of my life visiting the emergency ward because i kept getting sick due to stress and burn out) probably that Triggered the shingles.

Could you write something with Bucky in which the reader suffers similar sh**? I just need comfort from my fave character 😭

If you dont feel comfortable is fine, i understand 😁

KUDOS!

I'm so sorry you went through that! I hope you are much better now. I tried to make this as medically accurate as possible (I texted my friend in med school LOL) but I am definitely not a doctor so if some stuff isn't accurate, just pretend it is.

You threw your hair up into a ponytail to get it out of your face. Hours slumped over at your desk weren't doing any favors. You grabbed the energy drink and chugged it to prevent your eyes from closing. You were almost done with this assignment. Just a little bit longer, you told yourself. 

Working full time and being a grad student was taking a toll on you. You spent every day from 9-5 in your office and every night from 6-10 in classes. You crammed homework in anywhere you could, which often meant staying up most of the night. It was approaching 4am, now. 

The office door creaked open and Bucky strolled in, sleep still filling his eyes. “Baby,” he sighed. “Come to bed.” He had woken up and the bed was cold without you beside him. He walked over to you, kissing your forehead.

“Can’t,” you mumbled without looking up from your computer.

“You gotta get some sleep, darlin’.”

You sneezed, still typing away. “I’m fi-” your words were interrupted by another sneeze.

Bucky stood, looking at you with a stern expression. “Well look at that. You’re getting sick.” 

You waved your hand. “No, I’m not. It’s just allergies,” you said, sniffling. “You know this time of year is bad.” The past few months, you had been sick on and off multiple times. A cold, a small fever, you were sick more than you weren’t. 

“Honey, please just get some sleep. You haven’t slept in days.” He was practically begging. He knew how much stress you were under and getting no sleep wasn’t going to help. He was extremely worried about you.

“Just give me 10 more minutes, okay?” You compromised.

“Fine. But I’m sitting right here and setting a timer. The second it goes off, I’m carrying you to bed.”

He did exactly that, throwing you over his shoulder when you didn’t get up immediately at the ring of his phone. Despite the intense amounts of caffeine you had consumed, you fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

Bucky woke up before you the next morning, smiling at your sleeping form. Your hair was sprawled over your face and he gently pushed it away to kiss your cheek. But as soon as he moved the strands, he noticed that your cheeks were flushed. He put the back of his flesh hand on your skin. Heat radiated off of your face before he even touched you. You were definitely sick.

He got up, being careful not to wake you. He left the bedroom returning a few minutes later with water, Advil, and a thermometer. You groaned as your alarm rang, sending shooting pains into your skull. You groaned, opening your eyes. You felt like absolute shit. Your whole body ached, your throat was on fire, and even your skin hurt.

“You’re sick.” Bucky stated, as if he was informing you.

“Yeah, I can tell,” you retorted, wincing at the pain in every cell of your body. He smiled softly, brushing your hair behind your ears. 

“I got you some water and Advil. Can I take your temperature, doll?”

You nodded and he put the thermometer under your tongue. He looked it, eyes widening. “Shit baby, that’s not good. Your temp is 102.8. How do you feel?”

“Horrible,” you pouted.

He sighed. “I’m not surprised. That’s a really high fever, baby. I think we should go to the doctor.”

You groaned, not wanting to move. You felt so horrible that the thought of having to get up and out of bed was a nightmare. You felt like you couldn’t stay awake, eyes closing no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. “Can’t move,” you whispered, coughing slightly. “My whole body hurts so much. Just wanna sleep.”

Bucky didn’t know what to do. In his mind, sickness meant calling a doctor. He had spent so many years worrying about Steve back in the 40s, sitting with him while he got looked at. He still wasn’t used to how things were today. The google search he did on his phone told him that if your fever went above 103, to take you to the hospital. In his opinion, you were close enough that he wanted to rush you there right now, but he could see how exhausted you were.

“Alright, rest for now. But if it gets worse we’re going to the hospital.” You didn’t even hear him as you had already fallen back to sleep.

You woke up in a daze, cold sweat clinging to your body. You were shivering aggressively, shaking the entire bed. “Babe?” Bucky said, noticing you were awake. “You cold?”

You nodded, teeth chattering. He quickly grabbed you another blanket, wrapping you up like a burrito. He wrapped his arms around you, hoping that his body heat would help, too. One of the major perks of dating a super soldier was that the chances of getting him sick were very slim. He held you as close as possible, trying to keep you warm. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, voice dripping with sympathy.

 “Can you take your temperature again for me?” He asked after your shivering had subsided a little bit. You put the thermometer back in your mouth, waiting for the beep. Bucky took it from you, heart stopping as he looked. “I know you don’t wanna move, but we gotta go to the ER. You’re at 103.6. That’s really really bad.”

You groaned. You felt so horrible, his words barely even registered in your mind. He picked you up and carried you to the car, whispering words of encouragement along the way. You closed your eyes again, finding it physically impossible to stay awake. Bucky held your hand the entire car ride before picking you up and carrying you into the ER. He let you sleep as you waited, positioning your head on his shoulder. He constantly watched you to make sure you were still breathing. He didn’t wanna wake you until he absolutely had to.

When you were finally called in, he shook you gently. “Can you walk?” He asked. You weakly nodded and he helped you to your feet letting you lean on his body as you went to the exam room.

The doctor hooked you up to an IV immediately to hydrate your sick body as they examined you.

“How have you been sleeping?” She asked you.

“Um, not great,” you answered, voice sounding raspy. “I’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“She hasn’t slept in a week,” Bucky interjected. “She’s been getting sick a lot these past few months since she started grad school.”

The doctor nodded. “Okay that’s very good to know.” She proceeded to ask you a few more questions and then said, “Did you have chicken-pox as a kid?”

You nodded. “Yeah. When I was 5.”

She carefully rolled up your shirt, revealing a rash on your side. “It looks like you have shingles. The stress you’ve been under seems to have weakened your immune system which is why you’ve been getting sick so much. It makes sense that with all of that the virus would come back now.”

Bucky held your hand. He was relieved that you had a diagnosis but of course he was terrified. Back in his time, that would have been a death sentence. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Buck,” you answered. 

“Yes,” the doctor agreed. “We’re gonna keep her here for at least tonight because your fever is so high. But you will be okay.”

Bucky exhaled. “Oh, thank god.”

“Can I go to sleep now?” You asked the doctor. You were so exhausted.

“Yes. I’ll let you rest,” she smiled before leaving the room.

“I’m so sorry you feel so shitty,” Bucky said, holding your hand. “Will this make you take it easy?”

“I don’t know what I can do to change anything,” you said with tear filled eyes. “Literally the only time I have to get things done is in the middle of the night.”

He looked into your eyes. He wanted to help you so badly that his heart ached. He wanted you to be happy and healthy. “What if you quit your job?” He suggested. “You only took this as a temporary thing anyway. I know you don’t wanna stay there when you’re done with school.”

“I can’t not have a job, Bucky,” you argued.

“Baby,” he looked in your eyes. “Do you have any clue how much the Avengers pay me?” He smirked. “Trust me, you don’t need a job.” You opened your mouth to argue, ready to tell him that you didn’t need his money. “I know you’re your own person and you can make your own money. And one day, with that brain, you will make so much all on your own. But baby, you’re drowning. You’ve been sick more days than not the past few months. Please, let me take care of you. Just for a bit. I’d never tell you what to do and if you really wanna stay, you can. But you’re killing yourself, darling. And I can’t just sit back and watch as it happens. Just think about it. Please.”

You lazily smiled. “Okay. I’ll think about it. But not right now. Right now, I need to sleep.”

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. “Go to sleep, my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

[fangirl-docintraining]

A completely self indulgent post of me assigning various medical specialties to the outsiders gang (this will be hilarious to like 2 people, and I’m one of them 😂)

Soda and Steve: ortho bros™️ for sure. those two just love bones. I can just see them in the green surgery scrubs with their scrub caps and just wrecking havoc and messing around.

Darry and Ponyboy: two sides of the same coin, I think generally they’re both internal medicine HEAR ME OUT. Darry=Cardiology he’s got the level headed energy to deal with cardiac stuff when it’s emergent, but also enjoys the intellectual side of it too. Ponyboy=Nephrology, bro can think all day I just know he would be thinking about them kidneys. Also I may have made them these specifically because they both kinda have the same goal but completely butt heads on how to get there (the age old Lasix beef betwene cardio and nephro lol)

Two Bit: Urology bro, every urology doc I have encountered is just straight vibing they just have an energy about them that fits Two Bit I can’t explain it

Dally: emergency medicine, night shift only. Bro is an agent of chaos, and his mortal enemy is admin, so he’s gotta be working when all the admin are not there lmfao. He gets shit done though and actually connects well with patients and is unphased by literally ANYTHING

Johnny: radiology, he’s observant and catches things other people might miss. Also he’s gotta keep the rest of them in line and he WILL call out any of them for ordering scans he thinks are stupid. Plus bro just wants some PEACE and QUIET and he can be in the reading room lol

Bonus ofc

Betty: internal med hospitalist, she’s the queen of organizing different teams and keeping track of things and making stuff happen. She’s got the attention to detail and also just the ability to keep track of many moving parts.

@tragicallyuncreative I formally request your thoughts feelings and critiques 😂💁🏼‍♀️

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

A Touch of Life, A Life of Touch (NSFW 18+)

Summary: Time to take a break from all the heavy stuff we saw in the most recent fics. Just some cute slice of life, sprinkled with some smutty loving goodness at the very end.

Warning: NSFW at the End!! Gender neutral reader but female anatomy referenced, Oral Sex, Penetrative sex, Thigh jobs, Khopesh and Lullaby just living their daily lives with plenty of affection in between.

Link to Previous Fic Here!

Next Chapter (Under Construction) Here!

First fic in the series! Here!

Tags: @kit-williams @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @felinisnoctis @passionofthesith @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual @sleepyfan-blog @barn-anon

Many of these awesome folks have contributed characters! Thank you for that!

Enjoy!

5:00 AM

A simple but effective beep beep beep, beep beep beep, wakes you the rest of the way from your peaceful slumber. Your phone alarm is going off.

You stretch, yawn, and take a drink from the water bottle at your bedside, along with some morning medication.

Time to start the day.

Brush teeth, fix hair, on with your work clothes. A month or so has passed and the days are decidedly more chilly. Another layer would suit you well you think, grabbing the jacket you're certain will Never be free from the loose hay in its pockets.

You pick up a few more things from the bedroom: a charger, your phone, your headphones...

"Mrfmph..." You hear a sleepy murmur in the bed behind you, and turn back with a warm smile.

Your Nightlord is sleeping on the other side of the bed, he'd come in and snuggled up to your sleeping form late in the night. Now it was your turn to be the one awake.

You lean over your Sweetness, and part of your yearns to crawl back into bed for just a few more minutes (that would turn into at Least a half hour making you rush the rest of your day) No, as cute as your Khopesh is you can't give in.

You press a tender kiss to the sleeping Nightlord. "I'll see you later my darling.~"

At least you Thought, he was sleeping. "Mmm-no.." You suddenly find yourself snatched! Grabbed! And bamboozled!

"Eep!" You shriek with surprise and Laughter. "Khopesh I gotta Go!" You chuckle, pushing  against the solid wall of purring muscle that's pulling you back into the warm covers. So toasty warm and nice.

"Mm-No, stay," he says simply, rubbing and nuzzling his face into yours. "Outside cold, Nest is Warm, stay..."

You kiss him softly. "The Horses are cold too. They need their breakfast." You coo. "And you need more rest before you start your base duties. I'll see you again soon."

"MrmmMmm," Khopesh grumbled, but acquiesced but only after demanding "One more kiss!"

As if you had any problem giving him every last one.

___________________

6:15 AM

As you putter around getting things done at the barn; supplements in buckets, hay in the wagon, prep the beat pulp, divvy the alfalfa, grab the goat food...

Your eyes catch sight of a familiar group in white armor over at the fence near the road. You check your watch, you've got time for a quick hello.

"Hooooo! CAPTAIN!" You call out, causing the Space Marines in white helmets to turn. As you did often you grab a basket of apples, and other snacks and head to the fence.

The horses on your side approach you with interest, but you carefully weave around them with the basket on your shoulder.

"Horseman," Esen greets you, as you climb the fence and sit atop it. It brings you to eye level with the White Scars.

"Catch!" You toss an apple which the Captain does indeed catch easily. Then you pick up three more and break into a cascade juggling them. Toss! One for Batu, Toss! one for Ganbold, Toss! And one for Dölgöön all caught easily tossed from your hands.

"Well done," Batu cheers as he takes a bite of the juicy fruit. Dölgöön breaks his in half delicately, placing one half in his mouth, and giving the other half to one of your horses.

"You look well." Captain Esen remarks, simply holding onto his apple, before reaching up and ruffling your hair a bit.

"I feel pretty well too." You affirm, offering him the basket of snacks, which he does take from.

Ganbold squeezes his apple so the juice runs, somewhat messily, into his mouth. Before giving the crushed bits to your horse Tisane, who greedily ate them.

"Are you looking forward to our training today?" Dölgöön asks, in his usual restrained tone.

You nod. "Of course! I want to learn from as many people as I can." You say, offering him more from the basket. He takes a granola bar.

Unbeknownst to you when you'd been saved, Dölgöön had a measure of psychery. After the discovery of your mutation Anrir elected to inform him as well as the other marines who had saved you about your...development.

He needed to interview them to try and get a better understanding of what he believed was the catalyst for your bond mutation. So he figured he might as well enlist their help in psychery testing and your physical training regime.

It helped Karlsor and Claude not become over worked, and damaged by overusing their psychery.

"Hey! Don't forget me!" Ganbold says jovilaly. "We'll also be testing your physical improvements! I look forward to seeing how your trainers have done so far."

"Ah right," You agree, though part of you hopes it won't be as...bumpy as your first physical workout with an astarte.

"Okay first put on these weights. Now we're going to run. 30 laps around the base. Normally I'd make you do 50 but we're starting off easy."

"Uh...Pyrus..."

"What is it Trainee?"

"I can't move..."

The workouts overseen by Pyrus had been Much better after that. You know using weights your could actually...lift? Even letting you take time in the forge, he called those 'practical' lessons, which you performed eagerly.

"Pyrus has been good to me so far." You affirm. "But again, good to have multiple teachers. I'm looking forward to it...just not the soreness that will come after." You chuckle. "Anyway I've gotta get back to work. See ya'll later!"

You wave goodbye and take the basket back inside. Then you start tying the horses so they can be fed.

7:30 AM

You're waiting for the waters to fill, and you see another familiar sight. A large taciturn being in Grey black armor with hazard stripe pauldrons is fiddling with some pieces of scrap near your old decrepit barn.

You smile and make your way over, grabbing a few of the snacks you Know he likes.

"Malkos," you greet with a simple smile. He simply grunts, in acknowledgement.

"You know...my mother was just Raving about how I'd fixed up the goat's fence. Telling me what a Good Job I'd done." You chuckled. "I Almost felt bad when I had to tell her it wasn't me..."

Malkos gives you a huff and a side eye. "It was sub optimally constructed And falling apart, it was an affront to my eyes, that is all."

You nod. "Yep...thing was old as shit. But..." You bring the snacks from behind your back. "It's still appreciated."

The Iron Warrior eyes you for a moment, flicking up and down to the snacks before signing, and taking them from your hands.

You smile knowingly.

Malkos pointedly looks unimpressed, but he does take a bite of his snack. "I think I will next set to making an automatic water shutoff...I think you could use one."

You raise an eyebrow, before looking behind yourself and realizing the water was overflowing. "Oh Shit!" You run full pelt back so you can turn it off.

Malkos makes sure you can't see him while he does, but he allows himself a Small smile at your antics.

Silly Human.

8:45 AM

You're finishing up the tasks in the barn, but you do need a little hustle, you need to leave for work around 9:15 am. You haul ass with a wheelbarrow Full of manure to the piles out back.

You're just about to upend the barrel, when the soft ground beneath you begins to shift and shake. "Woah! WoaH WOAH!"

"RAAAAWR!" A familiar smell breaks through the soil along with its source, you stumble but don't fall as the large green Death Guard surprised you.

"Boo!" He says once he is more visible and sitting upright.

"Xerxes!" You chastise without any real bite. "You should've let me know I was stepping on you. I could've put my foot in your mouth." You joke.

This causes Xerxes's two mouths to chuckle. "I am glad...to... see you in...Good spirits. I will visit...the base later...would you show me...your progress in psychery?"

You nodded. "Of course! I'd be happy to have you come by and see what we're working on."

Xerxes nods. "I will...look forward to...it..." He breathes.

"By the way could up wait here. There's something I want to give you." You say, before making a quick run back into the barn and finding It. 

You run back out to the Death Guard and you see him And the mouth on his gut perk up at the sight of a take out box in your hand. "Took a while but this one's got Real soupy, I mean it was a soup to begin with But I think its been sitting around enough to be Just Your Taste." You say unveiling the Salamander Spicy Ramen that wasn't to Khopesh's preference.

Or what's left of it. Over a month of aging had left it in a Poor State for anyone...except a Death Gaurd.

Xerxes clapped happily. "Marvelous! Rotten...Fetid and.... Marvelous! Thank you..." He said, eagerly taking the offered food and trying some.

"Hrrrrrm, the heat....is still there beneath.... the miasma....lending it...a greater depth...of Flavor!" He slurped up the 'food' greedily.

"Enjoy!" You say, tipping the wheelbarrow and hustling back inside. You waved to Xerxes as you went about your final tasks for the barn work.

10:00 AM

Khopesh finally stirs from his sleep, and goes about his own routine of prep. Nightlords are primarily Nocturnal, but their placement here on Ancient Terra has made them need to. ..adjust a bit.

He brushes and polishes his sharp teeth to a shine. Before donning his armor. He needs to make his way to the base for...kitchen duty.

Khopesh huffs, the work is Important, it is teaching him restraint so he does not accidentally harm his Lullaby. And the food access is another perk though Zaarius was Firm that he was only allowed so much extra.

Khopesh exits his nest (a repurposed section of the outside garage so he could have larger private quarters, his Vada had taken to the task eagerly, though it Did leave a bit less room for his hobby of car repair...until he'd expanded that as well.) He takes in the cool of the morning. The light on his Vada and Muti's home is beautiful, with his Helmet to block the painful rays to his eyes. He looks towards his Lullaby's home and sees their vehicle is gone.

Ah yes, they have a shift at their part time job this day of the week. But! He Will see them later.

He bids a quick but loving farewell to his Vada and Muti (swiping a quick bit of breakfast on his way) then starts towards Gannett Point.

3:40 PM

"Okay...so you need to look at the overall chemical equation," you say pointing to the writing at the top of the white board. "And then compare it to the step wise ones down here. The idea is to eliminate anything that doesn't appear in the final equation, and to do that we need to rearrange the equations so the things we want to eliminate appear on both a product and reagent side." You explain. "Appearing as the product of one equation and the reagent of another means the species is an Intermediate, so it gets made and then gets used up." You say to the student.

"Here, O2 appears as a reagent here, and a product here." You say, pointing to the step wise equations. "So you can cross it out."

"Oh yeah...and then...can I eliminate This one too, because we flipped on of the equations and this species is on both sides too."

"That is absolutely correct!" You say cheerfully. "Just don't forget the Enthalpy of the reaction will change it's sign. You're reversing the process so the direction of the heat flow will also reverse."

"Cool cool, thanks! I think I'm starting to get it better now." Your student nods, and begins gathering their things.

"Glad to help," you say, starting to wipe down the white board. You need to get ready to leave too, it's almost the end of your shift.

You give your coworkers a cheerful goodbye, and begin to make your way out of the tutoring center.

"Big plans for today?" Your coworker Malcom asks, a big jovial nerdy fellow with glasses and beard. He was like a cool older brother or uncle, and always bought snacks for people on their birthdays, and to the tutoring center in general.

You shake your head. "Not really, just going to visit the Gannett Point base. By the way how's Geltech doing?"

Geltech being Malcom's tech marine, and equally nerdy, they were a perfect match for eachother's hobbies and interests. Malcom nods, "He's been doing well, he's been a big help with refining my skills with differential equations."

You nod. "That's good! I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Gel hi for me." You say, walking out at a fast pace. Only because you couldn't run indoors, even though you Wanted to get to the base soon. You were eager for your training, And to see your boo.

4:10 PM

Khopesh regarded the object on the table before him with Extreme focus. His other attempts were set on a wire rack, they were acceptable generally but this one had to be Perfect.

He picked up the piping bag full of tart cream, and began to squeeze. The mixture flowed easily, but held it's shape. His arms handled the delicate task with practice but not easy.

Steady...steady. Fill Almost to the brim of the tart cup but not above!

Once the yellow cream was handled, Khopesh grabbed his next items. Fresh and beautiful pieces of fruit. He arranged them with precision, then reached for the Final ingredient.

A piping bag of a simple clear syrup, he dabbed an elegant finish onto the fruits which made them glisten. It was...

"Perfect," Zaarius comes up behind him to examine his work.

"Indeed it is quite the pretty tart, well done." The Noise Marine hums. "Anrir was right to recommend this, your hand eye coordination has improved ten fold since you started."

"Thank you Older Cousin," Khopesh replies, before carefully placing his special creation in a box for later. "I simply hope my Lullaby adores it."

Zaarius chuckles at that. "They have one of the most sharpened sweet tooths I've ever witnessed. I'm sure they'll love it."

Zaarius also glances over the Other fruit tarts that will be served in the cafeteria tonight as dessert. "I see you've produced the 20 trays I requested." He nods. "Excellent, I will store these appropriately."

Khopesh nods. "We have made the preparations for the main courses, the sides and the desserts. And my duty time is nearly complete...is there anything else you require of me?"

Zaarius hums. "Not at this time. What will you be doing next?"

Khopesh grins. "Training, promised certain...sparring partners I'd help them work out some stress." He says, not totally untrue.

Zaarius nods. "In that case, you may leave your special tart on the red colored high shelves in the pantry. They are temperature controlled and it is unlikely anyone will disturb it. And if anyone tries I will remove their fingers."

Khopesh smiles with delight. "Excellent! Thank you cousin!" He trots off to do just that.

5:00 PM

"Again, let the power flow." Dölgöön says.

You sit, in mediation, you've been going back and forth between physical and psychic training. It was meant to not only build your body, but force you to use your power even after difficult physical strain.

And it Was difficult, running, push-ups, burpees, squats, climbing over obstacles; putting you through a battery of exercises then having you spend your rest periods testing your powers.

Anrir was also overseeing, taking notes, and having both Dölgöön and Karlsor comment on the visual aspect you couldn't see.

You had begun to notice certain sensations though. You could now feel the subtle shift when power was Moving, you even had a decent sense of its direction.

You also found it flowed Down the gradient, aka Psychery flows from where it is concentrated to where it is not.

Ganbold seemed to shiver a bit as you held both his and Dölgöön's hands. As the non psycher, the energy flowed Through you, to him. Psychic conductor, Anrir had called it.

"Ganbold, describe the sensation you are experiencing." Anrir asks.

Ganbold shifts a bit in place. "Feels like...impatience," he calls back. "Like I barely feel the flow itself...but I feel what its doing to me. I feel like I need to run. Not from fear...but because I Want to." He explains, his foot fidgeting a bit.

"And you, Dölgöön?"

The quieter of the two White Scars takes a moment. "I feel...at ease," He states. "My power is being siphoned, but in its place I feel a sense of calm. Like a buzzing energy is being soothed or removed."

"Fascinating...Lullaby, can you try to...intentionally move more power from Dölgöön to Ganbold?"

"Like push it to flow faster...let me see," you close your eyes and though your arms are still sore you focus. You imagine the subtle flow you feel moving faster, like pulling a spool of thread more quickly. You even tense your muscles as if you were pulling.

You feel your Own energy go up, much like it had with Pyrus. So maybe you need to Also Push so the energy doesn't just stay put.

You focus on the arm held by Ganbold, and imagine Pushing the flow faster and harder, your muscles tense accordingly and-

Zap! "Oh!"

Well that was new. "We got another Zap Anrir!" You call to the Nightlord who's documenting.

Karlsor dims his warp sight and confirms the same. "More power came in when they pulled, had a brighter glow and shit. Then the bigger glow got pushed out when they well...pushed and it seemed to Spark when it made contact with Ganbold. There was a constant flow of the...less fuckin concentrated energy going on too, pulling the bigger glow ball didn't stop the overall flow of psychery." He says.

"Incredible," Anrir mutters with a...somewhat disconcerting look on his face. "Was the zap caused by pushing energy Too fast or because the recipient was not a Psycher? More testing will need to be conducted with partners of different And similar psychic ability..."

Beep beep beep, a timer goes off, and you  suppressed a groan. "Well either way that's your break. Let's get back on the beat with upper body!" Ganbold declares...clearly receiving a boost and going to make it your problem.

You got a small boost from that too, even felt a Little less sore. Primary word being a Little.

"Okay! Let's go!" You huff standing back up on your legs that only protested slightly.

Xerxes, true to what he said, watches beside Anrir. You'd greeted him when he'd come in though there was a moment of awkwardness.

"I'm not going to have chaos psychery flowing into me, even If the conduit is you. I am sorry Horseman, but I will not take the risk." Dölgöön said.

Not like you could argue. If he wasn't comfortable he wasn't comfortable. Xerxes didn't seem bothered at least. "Ahh...no need for fret...Grandfather's gifts are meant...to be received with...open arms...I would not...and Will not force you..." He grinned, Dölgöön and Ganbold grimaced, but did not make comment about him staying to observe.

He does make a comment to Anrir. "Have you tested...if the warp power can be forced...Against the gradient...towards the greater psycher rather than flowing away?"

Anrir hummed. "That will be another test we will need to line up. When are you best available to participate if needed."

As the two chat, and Karlsor reclines, you focus on your bicep curls, keeping mind to your form while the White Scars count your reps.

5:45 PM Elsewhere in the Base

Lightning claws crackled as they made comment with the White Scar captain's blade, causing a shower of sparks to light the sparring floor. Khopesh pulled back and struck again, letting his savage and feral instincts as a Nightlord lead him to try and overwhelm his opponent.

It seemed to work for a moment, Captain Esen steped back, but as Khopesh mobilized to put the Captain off his feet, he was struck with a Powerful counter to his side.

Khopesh rolled and sprung again. The Captain locks his blade into the Claws. This time Khopesh pulls one back, attempting to catch the Captain under the arm while the others are locked.

Only to get a rude awakening, when the Captain takes one hand from his Chain Sword! Uses the Momentum to force Khopesh's locked Claw down, catches the swinging Lighting claw with his armored foreman and Pulls Khopesh into a brutal Headbutt.

Even through armor that Stings like a mother fucker, Khopesh reals back and it about to go for another pounce even while dizzy.

Ding ding! The round bell sounds, Khopesh pulls himself back, and Captain Esen sheaths his sword.

"Your instincts will get you Killed against a Custodian Scout." Esen says gruffly. "You need more tactics, to go with that feral energy. If you give them the opening you gave me you're liable to just get batted aside, and killed."

Khopesh pulls off his helmet and spits the blood from his mouth. "Again then! The more I fight the better I will be! I Must Be Better!" He proclaims.

"Hydration First," Batu insists, handing one each to the combatants. Khopesh chugs his greedily. Esen also drinks, but it is a bit more controlled.

"That's what is needed most Scout." Malkos says, coming into the ring. "If we are to accomplish our goal or simply Survive we must all Be Better than we are now. But you cannot become better if you stick to the same tactics...if you can even call them that."

Khopesh huffed, loathing that the Iron Warrior is correct. Malkos glances to Esen and Batu, they'd all partaken in various bouts, and pairings. It was an exercise to expose them to the fighting styles of their allies, and make them more capable in the face of their great enemy.

"We will work on it. For now let us pivot to more...general training. I'll be deactivating all our armors, 50 laps around the base Move it!"

Khopesh nods, he can do that. He Can become a better outright fighter...he Has to incase the plan they create hits a snag and he's forced to duel the Custodes alongside his allies. He Has to be better

He Has To Be.

6:30 PM

You lug your tired body out of the training room. Sore, exhausted but...feeling good all things considered.

You're going to be awful sore tomorrow, but you'll be stronger Too and you really like that idea.

Strong like your Khopesh, you think...well no you'd never get anywhere close to that but you could be the strongest You and that is a fine goal to aspire to.

As you walk along your see a familiar head of short dark hair. He's walking alongside two other familiar backs.

"Claude!" You call out, which causes the Raven/Nightlord Primaris to turn around. His face lights up when he sees who's called him.

"Lullaby!" He trots back to you, and you meet him half way. The others have turned, and indeed its Cedric and Jophiel. "You smell of sweat, and are walking with restrained movements...have you just come from training?"

You nod your head. "Yep, I got Worked over today, both mind and body." You say as you walk alongside the Primaris, careful to not spew any...classified info in a public hallway. "Ganbold and Dölgöön put together one Hell of a workout. I still love working with Pyrus of course, but since he's on a date with Satyr it worked out to have multiple teachers. I was just heading to the cafeteria to meet Khopesh, he said he had a surprise for me."

"We are going there as well." Cedric chimes in. "Would you like to walk with us?" You don't immediately notice the way Jophiel's expression...changes when Cedric offers, you're just happy to see them.

"Sure! Hope you don't mine me being a little slower...even more than usual." You say jokingly.

"I can carry you if you'd like?" Claude offers.

You're about to respond, but Jophiel suddenly gets Claude's attention. There's a brief exchange in Gothic, which you don't have much recognition with. (Karlsor Has taught you some...colorful words but none of them pop up here.)

Claude actually looks...a little frustated, and Jophiel simply puts his hands up as of saying 'fine fine.' A knot forms in the pit of your stomach, you have a (surely irrational...surely) feeling that the exchange was...about you.

"Ah...it's okay if ya'll...want to go on ahead. I'll catch up." You offer, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

Claude gives Jophiel a Look, before turning back to you. "Nonsense, you deserve a break with all the hard work you've put in. Here." He offers you his ceramite glad forearm.

Well...you might as well. You carefully seat yourself, and Claude picks you up. You think you look a bit like a bird riding on its owner's forearm, but it is more comfortable than walking right now.

The cafeteria comes into view before long with a particular head of long hair standing outside it. "Khopesh!" You call out, full of happy energy to Finally see your boo after a long day.

The Nightlord whips his head, and sees your group approaching. "Lullaby!" He responds, picking up his speed so he can meet you.

Rather than setting you down, Claude carefully hands you off to Khopesh who embraces you with a tight, but not painful embrace. The warmth and closeness feels like the perfect balm on your aching muscles.

Khopesh exchanged greetings with the Primaris who then decide to go get in line for food. You give Claude one last hug, and even see Ced looking a bit...wanting?

So you offer one. "Would you be okay with one too Ced?"

"Ah...well..." The Apothecary in training looks a little awkward, even glances at Jophiel who...still doesn't look exactly...pleased. "I will have a brief one, as I am very hungry." He decides eventually so you have one.

Jophiel...part of you doesn't want to ask but also you'd feel rude for not- "I Am...not much for hugs. Thank you though." Oh thank God he beat you to it. Though...still feels a little uncomfortable.

But you push that aside...even though part of you feels like a month should be enough time to...maybe warm up to you? Even just a little?

Pushing aside, your Khopesh needs attention.

"How was your day Sweetness?" You ask after a few kisses too of course.

"Long and Aaaaaagonizing without you! My Lullaby." He purrs. "But productive...I suppose. I aided Brother Cousin Zaarius with tonight's dinner menu!"

"You did? That's so cool! Did you help with everything or just some things? I wanna try the stuff you made..." You say eagerly joining the lines for food.

Khopesh smiles, just a little smugly. "First is the poultry legs with a Raspberry glaze," He stated grabbing a Huge leg for you...must be turkey. "Then the delightful mixed veggetables sauted with Italian seasoning, and cannot forget the sweet potato fries!"

"Love me some sweet potato fries." You agreed. Khopesh grabbed much the same items as you just in bigger portions.

"And for dessert I must ask you to wait on grabbing anything my sweet Lullaby."

You glanced at the fruit tarts, "But they look so Good!"

"They are acceptable...but they are not Perfect." He hums, you don't understand what he means but you follow anyway to a table so you two can eat.

Throughout dinner you discuss your days more. You devour the turkey leg eagerly and the warmth of the sweet potato fries, and the delicious veggies fills the gnawing hunger in your belly. "This is amazing! You did so good!"

Khopesh smiles, you can see his blushing cheeks. "Thank you my darling but there is One more course for tonight's meal. Please wait here."

He makes a quick trip into the kitchen and returns with a small box, which he places before you.

"And the final Course for the evening..." He states with fanfair before opening the box to reveal...another Fruit Tart? It's looks Very good but you're slightly confused, until Khopesh elaborates. "This was the most Perfect one I made today, and I wanted You to have it."

You Feel Your Heart Melting. "Ooooh Khopesh!" You bring your Nightlord into a hug, and give your precious a smooch on his forehead head. "Its beautiful! I love it!"

You carefully take the tart from its box, and bring it up to your mouth. The first bite brings a burst of sweet creamy flavor, complimented by the slight acidity in the fruits, and the mildness of the crumbly pie like crust. You hum with happiness. "So good!" You hold up the tart to him. "It's your perfect tart too. I want you to have some." You say. "You deserve it."

Khopesh's blush deepens and he stammers a bit. "Ah well I appreciate it my Lullaby but..."

"I already snacked on quite a few tarts today...I Was in the kitchen and there Were quite a few that didn't make the cut for the  dessert line."

Oh...that makes sense. "Oh I see, okay well I'll enjoy this for both of us then!" You say, happily eating and savoring your special treat as Khopesh watches with satisfaction.

"You know..." You posit, bringing yourself closer to your Nightlord. "I still think you deserve a Reward for all your hard work today. Mind if I treat you to some other dessert...in say...your room after Dinner?"

Khopesh looks confused for a moment, then the realization dawns. "Oh...sweet Lullaby...how could I Ever say no?"

You smile, your own blush flushing your skin and your core tingling with anticipation. "I hope you find me sweet enough, Sweetness..."

8:00 PM

"...ulp! ulp! Ulp! Ulp! ULP mm-sLLLUUUUUUP."

"Oh, OooOh Lul-lu-byyyy...!"

You grinned, as well as you were able with a prick in your mouth. Slurping, licking, kissing, even a teeny tiny bit -

"Ack! Ooooh~" Of nibbling. Just a bit.

"Mmmmmm...." You hummed with satisfaction, and to further pleasure your Nightlord.

Khopesh leaned back on his dark bedding; tangling one hand into his own hair, the other rested on your head. Your own body rests chest down between his powerful scarred  legs.

Well...maybe rests is the wrong word. You have Very important work at hand.

Namely making sure your Sweet Khopesh feels loved and pleasured Properly.

"Mmmm-mwahhhslllp!" You pulled your lips from his cock with a delightful amount of suction, as your hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft.

"Oh yes! Y-es!" Bingo, wet warmth splattered over your lips and mouth, just as you wanted.

"Mmm" You hum contentedly, tapping and swiping your tongue cheekily over the head of Khopesh's cock while the Nightlord reclines with slightly heightened breaths.

Delicious, your mind purrs. Not the cum, that's mostly acrid and bitter.

"You look so good Sweetness," You coo, pushing yourself up and crawling up his body till you and Khopesh are chest to chest.

You wipe a bit of the cum from your lips, but you don't waste it. You Know he loves when you mark yourself with his scent. So you lap the acrid gene fluid off your fingers, wiping the rest on your neck, and down your chest.

"Mmm...Mine." Khopesh purred with approval, pulling you closer for a kiss.

"Yours," You affirm, grinding back and forth slowly but firmly so your damp flesh traces over his sickened girth.

"PrrrrrrrrrRRRrrrrRrrrRRRRRRRR!"

SMaCk! "Eep!" You feel your cheeky sweet lay a grasping slap onto your round soft ass cheeks, making you squeak. "Naughty thing," You fake chastise. "I Just sucked you off and you're already pressing my pussy down so you can get off again, insatiable!"

"HmmrrrrrrMm?" Khopesh didn't respond with words, but instead gave you his own cheeky pout back. As if saying, 'but don't I Deserve it?' Trying to look cute, while not being able to hide the smug smile turning up the corners of his mouth. His arm placed casually behind his head also didn't help his ploy to look Needy.

You huff, again without any real annoyance. "Fine, have your fun Sweetness." You whisper, bringing your hands up to tangle in the long dark hair you loved so much. You press your lips to his as you continue to grind, before whispering in his ear. "Have your fill~"

"Gladly!" He growled, and suddenly your world went sideways, and upside down. Your focus returned with you on your back against the velvet dark sheets, your Nightlord leering above you with hunger in his eyes.

You felt your stomach flip nervously, but also with delightful anticipation. Would he ravish you with his mouth or fuck you with his flushed dripping member.

You didn't have to wait long to find out, seems all your teasing had left him impatient. Gripping your wrists and sides with almost enough force to bruise, he pulls you onto his cock with almost no mercy. You let out a pathetic whining moan at the stretch and you briefly remember how grateful you are he insisted on fingering you pre-blowjob.

But rather than immediately setting to fucking your brains out, Khopesh simply let's out a languid sigh underscored by his vibrating purrs.

Ah...now you understand, you think bleary from pleasure. The Nightlord lays atop you (carefully, with mind not to squish you with his full weight) and rather than rough pounding he instead grinds, pulling out only slightly before pressing back into your silky wet depths.

Plap, plap, plap, plap

The soft sounds from your joining heighten your arousal, and you feel the urge to squirm and grind. Closer, you want to be closer.

But being held and used like its also- so So arousing.

"Mm! Mm! Mm MM! MmMM!!!" Your peak hits, driven by the grinding warmth and closeness. You clench and tense and tremble.

"L-lullaby! Yes, yes Yeeeeeeees~" You glance up, Khopesh looks wrecked, sweaty, and Needy and so So Close. His hair is disarray, his pale skin glowing, his eyes looking drunk and doped up on pleasure, his Tongue is even hanging out and you can see his adorable little fangs. (Little?? They're the size of arrow heads.)

Even in your restrained state you wriggle  angle yourself up, trying desperately to meet him for a kiss. "Kiss! Wana kisshyu!" You slur breathlessly, that causes your Sweet one to smile.

Sharp shiny teeth so Pretty, want to feel their bite~

Khopesh's grin doesn't falter, and neither does his pace, now in fact it gets faster. You think you're climbing again. "Of course! My Love! My Lullaby! Mine Mine Mine Mine!" He gasps, swallowing your pleas with his lips.

You moan and kiss and your eyes roll back when his tongue sweeps forcefully into your mouth. Being joined and aligned, skin to skin, body to body is what pushes you both over the edge.

"Mm! MM! MMM!" You moan through a full mouth as Khopesh let's out a snarling groan for his own pleasure, pushing as far as he can go so his milky warmth fills you at your deepest place.

You love him being so close.

Plap, plap..plap...plap...

The aftershocks last a while, with Khopesh's pace slowing with them. "Mmm-mmm...mwa..." You two finally discontent from eachother's lips, and you actually think you taste a little blood.

Whether it's from your chapped lips or his teeth cutting them your can't tell, and as long as you're not losing a gallon you don't really mind.

"Mmm...Sweetness..." You whine, wriggling just a little, he's still got your arms pinned to your sides. "Wanna hold you...please?" You plea, putting all your left over energy into your want for closeness; as if Khopesh wasn't still basically laying on top of you.

"Rrrrrrrr- Of course dear one...." Khopesh hums, clearly more relaxed than he had been Before the encounter.

Fuck yeah, mission accomplished. You think happily, as your Nightlord gathers you up in his arms.

"Hmmm, Sweetness..." You mumble, nuzzling up close as your body cools, and heart slows.

Your sweetness...Your Khopesh. You shift a little, so your face is pressed to your Nightlords skin.

"Hm...what is it my Lul-OH!"

You bite, suck and the lick a hickey onto Khopesh's clavicle. "Mine..." You mumble, still a bit dopey and floaty.

You hear Khopesh exhale, then laugh with delight. "Yours..." He affirms, snuggling closer.

After a while, the wet turns to an uncomfortable stickiness. "Hey Sweetness," You say, now back to your mostly normal voice, though a Little raw from taking him into your throat. "Can we hit the showers? I'm feeling crusty."

Khopesh smiles. "Of course Lullaby." He purrs, carefully stepping down from his bed with you still held safely in his arms.

The warm water feels like Heaven on your tired body. You take turns lathering eachother with soap, massaging sore muscles, washing hair and rinsing.

Soon you're wrapped in fluffy towels and being carried back to Khopesh's base bed. You'd prepared appropriately and had water and your medicines with you.

You kiss your love sweetly, now dressed in clean dry pajamas. "Goodnight Sweetness." You coo, already drifting.

"Sleep Well my Darling, Lullaby." Khopesh returns, running long pale fingers through your hair.

For now, in this moment, all is right in the world.