#if I see nurse b I will throw up not even kidding you

[heartshattering]

Time to get lost in a book since I highly doubt I'm going to be able to sleep before my doctor's appointment 🙃

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part IX)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol use, drug use, takes place during season four, the usual

Summary: You were back on Kildare after two years. You were able to finish your business degree at UNC Chapel Hill in just two years after earning enough college credits in high school. But, you came back as a force to be reckoned with. You had your own very successful development company which just so happened to be Cameron Development’s newest competition. Two years later and you’re still finding ways to get under Rafe’s skin.

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♡♡♡

You groaned as you felt your phone vibrating under your pillow, waking you up from your dreamless slumber. You checked the time quickly before you picked up the call from John B.

“John B Routledge, do you know what time it is?” You said as soon as you picked up the phone, your morning voice doing very little to hide your annoyance.

“I know I’m sorry, y/n, but I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.” John B sounded panicked on the other line, making you sit up so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, already getting out of bed and throwing whatever t-shirt on that you could find in your closet and a pair of shorts.

“It’s JJ, he got hurt.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You said before hanging up. You slid on your closest pair of shoes and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your car.

You raced to the hospital, every possibility running through your head as to what could have happened and the worst possible outcomes. You were just glad you got JJ on your insurance as soon as you could.

You pulled into the parking lot, not bothering to lock your car as you ran inside.

“Where is JJ Maybank?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Are you family?” The nurse asked, cocking an eyebrow at you as she looked up from whatever paperwork she was doing.

“No, I’ve just decided to come to the hospital at the ass crack of dawn to see a stranger.” You were pissed that she would even ask the question, you thought the urgency of your question was evidence enough that you were here to see family. “Yes, yes he’s my little brother.”

“Y/n.” John B said, stepping out into the waiting room. He looked worried and it only made you panic more.

“Oh, John B, thank God. Tell this woman I’m JJ’s sister.”

“She’s good, she’s good.” John B told the nurse as he ushered you back to where JJ was. “Kie’s here, too.”

When you got to the bariatric chamber room you couldn’t believe your eyes. Your brother sat up and sent you a small smile and wave, like he knew he would be in trouble when he got out. Now that you were certain your brother was okay, you were mad. You turned to John B with your arms crossed.

“You are gonna tell me what the hell happened in explicit detail. Do you understand me, John B?” You said, jabbing your finger into John B’s chest.

“Okay, well this old guy approached us to find this like really old amulet on Blackbeard’s ship off of the coast of Goat Island-” John B started, but you cut him off before he could continue.

“Blackbeard’s ship? The one that’s eighty feet below the surface? The one that’s protected by the Coast Guard?” You could feel yourself getting more angry as John B continued explaining how JJ ended up in the hospital.

“Well, yes, but anyways, we got the coordinates of the ship and we went out there last night and JJ and Kie decided to dive to find the amulet. But, when they got down there someone else showed up and-and attacked them-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“A guy attacked them and they couldn’t stop at their safe spot for three minutes and they came up too quick and they sort of got the bends.”

“I told you to stop the treasure hunting. I told you it was dangerous, John B. You’ve finally been able to settle down and start a business and now you’re back throwing yourself into danger! I mean what on God’s green Earth could have possessed you to take this job?”

“That’s the other thing…JJ kind of bet our last gold nugget on himself at the Enduro, which we were gonna use to pay our property taxes, but since he lost, we kind of have no money to pay our property taxes.”

“Why…why did you not just come ask me for help? I mean I would’ve given you the money. How much is it?”

“Thirteen thousand…”

“Are you fucking kidding me, John B? I spend more than that in a weekend in Paris! Why did you not just come to me?”

“Because, we want to do this on your own. This is our chance to show everyone how serious we are.”

“And you’re willing to put your lives on the line for that? God, do you people ever think? Did you even get the amulet?”

“Yes, yes, we did.” John B said, a smile starting to spread across his face.

“Good, because as soon as Kie and JJ get out of here you are taking that fucking thing to the old man on Goat Island and getting your money. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Text me when they’re out.” You muttered, taking one last look at your brother and Kie before leaving.

♡♡♡

You sat in your office, finally reading that contract Mark sent over.

“Yeah, this is great Mark, I’ll sign everything as soon as we get off the phone.” You said into your phone. “Mark, I really don’t want to talk about us right now.”

“Ms. Thornton.” Lily announced herself, walking into your office.

“I gotta go.” You sighed, hanging up your phone. “What’s up?”

“Um, Mr. Cameron is here, he’s pretty insistent that he sees you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You said, looking at your phone.

“I’m taking the deal with Hollis.” Rafe announced as soon as the door shut behind him.

“What? Why?” You asked, putting your phone down.

“I talked to Sofia-”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled cutting him off. “So now you’re taking business advice from her? Tell me where did she get her business degree? Oh, wait, that’s right she doesn’t have one.”

“She just said she thought it would be a good idea, a good opportunity.”

“Did she also say it was great chance to make friends and collaborate with your peers?” You said, the sarcasm dripping off your voice.

“God, what is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? I’m looking out for you Rafe! A random woman, who we haven’t seen in years, suddenly comes up to us and offers this ‘amazing’ business opportunity, demanding two hundred thousand dollars, with no business plans, no contracts, she wants everything done under the table. And you think it’s a good idea all of a sudden because your girlfriend told you so? Why are you even here telling me this?”

“Because…”

Rafe knew why he was here. He wanted you to talk him out of it. He wanted you to tell him that you needed him for the offer the two of you were gonna put on Goat Island. God, he just wanted to hear that you needed him.

“You can’t even tell me why you’re here. You know what, do whatever you want Rafe, I’m going through with the offer, with or without you.”

Your words broke Rafe a little. You had needed Rafe for so long, you each thrived off one another’s presence, he knew it and you knew it. But, now that you didn’t need him anymore, that you could live without him in your life, it broke his heart just the littlest bit.

But, the truth was you did need him, you wanted him, but you couldn’t admit that yourself, much less to Rafe.

“Oh, and, Rafe, if you tell Hollis, or even suggest to her that I’m putting an offer on Goat Island, you will never see me or hear from me again.”

It was an empty threat, you knew and Rafe knew that if he told Hollis, you would march right up to him and tear him a new one. Because, like Rafe said, fighting was your love language.

♡♡♡

“Hey.” You said to Sarah with a smile as you walked into Poguelandia. “I got your text, is everything okay?”

“Do you know what this is?” Sarah asked, handing you a piece of paper. “Some guy just handed it to us and we have no idea what it means.”

You took one look at the paper and saw zone change.

“Well you royally pissed someone off, and you’re gonna need a lot more than thirteen thousand dollars.” You explained, tossing the paper down on the counter. “I can try talking to my grandfather, but everyone knows Topper’s his favorite. I can’t make any promises, especially since I would be asking for a favor for pogues.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sarah muttered.

“You know that’s not what I meant. He’s gonna see what the zone is for and that it has to do with The Cut. I’m just saying I can’t make any promises.”

“Thank you, y/n, truly.”

♡♡♡

You paced around your living room as you fought on the phone with your grandfather, Judge Thornton, about this stupid zoning thing. Everyone was out of the house, so it was just you.

“I gotta go.” You muttered when you heard someone knock on the front door. You hung up the phone and opened the door. “What are you doing here, Rafe?”

He was obviously drunk, he could barely stand up straight.

“Ugh, you smell like the bar.” You grimaced, looking over him.

“I-I came to talk to you.” He slurred, leaning one arm against the doorframe as the rest of his body slumped over.

“You need coffee.” You said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leading him inside. You shut the door behind you and made your way to the kitchen, sitting Rafe down in a chair at the counter. “Please tell me you didn’t drive here.”

“I didn’t. Sofia did.” Rafe hiccuped, leaning his head down on the counter.

“Sofia drove you here? Willingly?” Your eyebrows shot up in shock as you started brewing the cup of coffee for Rafe.

“Yup.” He responded, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

“Drink this and then I’m taking you back to your house.” You handed Rafe the cup of coffee and he just stared at it.

“I don’t want to go there.” He muttered.

“Rafe, you can’t stay here.”

“Why?”

“B-because, you know why. It’ll just make things more confusing than they already are.”

“But that’s what you like though. Confusing, irritating, complicated things. That’s why things didn’t work between you and that Mark guy, right? He was too nice?”

“H-how do you know about Mark?” You asked, your face faltering.

“Please, your mom’s the biggest loud mouth once you get a few drinks in her.”

“You fed my mom alcohol to find out information about my personal life?” Your voice sounded annoyed, but really you found it almost comforting that Rafe was still so interested in you that he went through your mom to find out even the smallest details about your life when you were away for school.

“It didn’t take much, Laura really is a lightweight.” He chuckled. “At first she would talk about how she thought you and I would get married one day and that when we broke up a piece of her died that day. You know, it really was nice of you not to tell her the full story.”

“I didn’t want you thrown in jail for the rest of your life, Rafe.” You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“I knew it. I knew a piece of you still cared about me.”

“Of course I still care about you Rafe, God, I’ve known you practically my entire life and you thought I was just gonna stop caring about you?”

“Then why didn’t you reach out to me? Why didn’t you come home once?”

“Because Rafe I needed time away from you, away from these people, away from this place. I needed to find out who I was before I felt like I could come back.”

“Did you? Did you find out who you were?”

“Yeah, I did, actually. Someone who doesn’t need you anymore.”

You watched as Rafe stood and moved in front of you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you, practically trapping you in place.

“Are you sure?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He was so close to you, you thought you were going to lose every bit of sanity and strength you had left.

“Absolutely positive.” Your voice came out a bit shakier than you would’ve liked but you were just glad you could get the words out.

“You don’t want this at all?”

You closed your eyes for a second before coming to your senses. Rafe was right about one thing: you did like the confusion, the irritation, the complications of it all. He always knew you like that, he knew you too well.

You put your hands on Rafe’s chest, hesitating for a second, before you lightly pushed him away from you.

“No bad decisions, remember?” You said quietly, recalling your own words from that night two years ago when the two of you kissed for the first time, the first time you showered together, the first time he saw you naked.

“Yet, somehow, whenever I’m around you, I only make bad decisions.” Rafe said quietly, staring at your lips.

“Come on, we need to get you to bed.” You grabbed Rafe’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs, turning the light off in the kitchen in the process.

“So I can stay here tonight?” Rafe’s voice sounded hopeful as he let you pull him up the stairs.

“Only because I don’t feel like having to get you over to your house. Trust me, I would much rather just hand you off to Sofia, but I’ve decided to be nice tonight.”

“Fuck that bitch.” Rafe muttered, looking at the ground.

“Nope, those are mean words and we don’t talk about women like that.” You corrected him.

When you reached your room, you could see Sofia standing on Rafe’s balcony through your window.

“Shit.” You whispered, stopping for a second. “Get down.” You pulled Rafe to the ground with you, squatting just outside your bedroom door.

“What? What?” He asked in a panicked whisper, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Just wait here.” You whispered before you crawled into your room. You closed your curtains painfully slow, trying to not get Sofia to notice that you were closing them, because you figured if she saw you close them then that you meant you had something to hide. And, truly, you did. You were about to let Rafe Cameron sleep in your bed, with you.

You stood up slowly and made your way out to your balcony.

“Oh, hey.” You said to Sofia with a small smile, feigning surprise.

“Hey.” She responded, before sighing. “Is Rafe still over there?”

“Oh, yeah, he kinda passed out in my living room.” You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Sorry, I kind of dropped him on you. He was insistent that he saw you. Like, he wouldn’t get out of the car unless I let him go over to your house. I tried to tell him that you didn’t want to be bothered.”

“It’s fine, I’ve dealt with my fair share of drunk people passed out in my living room.”

“Was he…Was he like this with you?”

“Well, not really. He did kill someone six months into our relationship, so different circumstances.”

“Is that the reason why you broke up? Because he killed Peterkin?”

“It-it was a big factor, yeah.”

“Well, I should head inside, get some sleep.” She said, before turning around.

“He’s not a bad guy, he’s just been dealt a bad set of cards.” You told Sofia, sending her a small smile, before heading back into your own room.

“Is it safe?” Rafe whispered peaking his head into your room from the hallway.

“Yes, it’s safe.” You sighed, turning on your closet light so there was at least some light in the room. “Sit.” You pointed Rafe towards the bed and went back into your closet, trying to find a shirt for him. You pulled the shirt from the first night you slept in his room out and threw it on the bed.

“You still have this?” Rafe smiled as he picked up the shirt.

“Well, I was planning on burning it, but I just never quite got around to it.” You said from the closet as you searched for a pair of Rafe’s old sweatpants that you knew you had in here somewhere. When you finally found them, you turned the light off in the closet and went back into your room, where you found Rafe struggling to unbutton his shirt. You smacked his hands away and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. “It always was my favorite, though.” You muttered, before taking his shirt off and tossing it onto your desk chair.

“At least take me to dinner first, Thornton.” Rafe joked, and you tried hard to hide your smile.

You helped Rafe pull the shirt on over his head and Rafe kicked off his shoes. “Up.” You helped Rafe stand up off the bed. “Think you can handle your belt?”

“I want you to do it.” He said quietly, looking down at you. You closed your eyes and sighed before making quick work of his belt, adding it to the desk chair pile.

“You know she cares about you, a lot.” You muttered as Rafe took off his pants and pulled on the sweats you found.

“Who?”

“You know who I’m talking about.” You said, walking back into your closet to find yourself something to wear. You changed quickly and went back into your room.

“Do you like her?” Rafe asked, sitting back down on your bed.

“Does it matter?” You stood next your bed, taking your jewelry off and throwing it into a little bowl on your bedside table.

“Do you like her?” Rafe repeated, grabbing your waist to force you to look at him.

“No.” You answered honestly, looking down at Rafe.

“Why?” His grip on your waist tightened a little bit.

“You know why, Rafe.” Your voice was the one barely above a whisper now. You knew why you didn’t like Sofia. It had nothing to do with her as a person, Rafe knew that. It had everything to do with the fact that she was who he called ‘baby’ now. That she was the person who slept in his bed at night, not you.

“I want you to say it.” Rafe pulled you in between his legs and your hands went his shoulders. “Say those three little words and I’m all yours.”

“Rafe…” You said quietly, looking down at him. You wanted nothing more than to say those three words, to tell him that you loved him. “Go to sleep.”

You stepped back away from Rafe and he dropped his hands from your waist.

“We agreed, no bad decisions.” You muttered, pulling back the covers for Rafe.

“No, no you said we wouldn’t make any bad decisions.” Rafe said, moving to lay down in the bed and you pulled the covers over him.

“Exactly, we agreed.” You walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in, keeping your distance from Rafe. Rafe watched you carefully, never taking his eyes off of you. “Go to sleep, you creep.” You joked, pushing his face away from you.

“But, it’s so cold and lonely over here.” Rafe whined. He always did get so needy when he was drunk and tired.

“Fine, but you can hold my hand and that’s it.” You huffed, lacing your fingers through his. Rafe took this opportunity to pull you closer to him, so close you were practically lying on top of him. “Rafe.” You warned, but you weren’t moving away from him.

“We’re just holding hands.”

“I’m lying on top of you.” You said flatly, looking up at him.

“Yeah, and I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra.” He smirked.

“Go to sleep, you perv.” You muttered into Rafe’s chest.

You forgot how comforting Rafe’s hold on you was, lulling you to sleep quickly.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that both have A/B/O dynamics and are soft and fluffy! If you enjoy our rec lists and would like them to continue, please like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Not Rated | 1,877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) | General Audiences | 3,187 words

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

3) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5,054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

4) Purr And Shout | Not Rated | 5,274 words

The sound that escapes Harry's mouth couldn't possibly be a purr. He's an alpha, alphas don't purr. Or do they?

5) Take Me To The Stars | Explicit | 5,840 words

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

6) Young And Sweet | Explicit | 5,894 words

Louis sees his ex at the carnival and thinks that he must be the solution to his problem.

7) Glistening Under The Sun (You're My Honey Soaked Love) |  Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

The cottagecore fic we all needed, featuring Petal the overprotective bunny, mummy Louis and alpha Harry that lives and breathes for his omega.

8) I Will Cover My Eyes (For If The Dark Returns) | Not Rated | 9,582 words

Alpha Harry asks omega Louis out and things progress from there.

9) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11,111 words

When Louis and Niall are partnered up to complete a project on Omega scents and how they effect the nesting behaviours of Alphas, little does Louis know that the course of his life is about to be forever altered.

10) Butterflies, The Beautiful Kind | Explicit | 18,401 words

Prompt 36: Louis is a single parent with a child who is terrified of doctors. However, one day, the kid gets sick. Thankfully the new pediatrician, doctor Styles, has wild curly hair and green eyes and a soothing deep voice that the kid immediately grows attached to.

11) Tiger Lily | Mature | 20,155 words

I worked next door and when he walked in, my whole world turned on it's head.

12) This Love Is Ours | Mature | 21028 words

“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.

“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”

“And now you’re carrying my baby.”

13) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother’s bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

14) Raise a Glass to the Four of Us | Mature | 25,470 words

Louis stared at his luggage.

Well. Apparently not his luggage, because the clothing he was looking at currently was a: worth more than everything he currently possessed, b: not his size at all, and c: more suited for a fancy ass lawyer than a holiday in NYC with his best mates.

“Ooh, nice loafers,” Niall said as he pulled one out of the suitcase. “I love the rainbows.”

“Okay,” Liam began. “What do you want to do first? Eat, shop for new clothes, or spend hours on the phone with the airline?”

Louis continued to stare at the luggage.

15) Yours To Lose | Mature | 25,472 words

“I think I know the person that matches your descriptions of your dream alpha.”

“Who? And oh not my dream alpha, god you’re making me sound like a teenage school girl. I’m a mum, H.” They laugh as they watch kids gather in front of the verandah, getting ready to go back to the orphanage.

“Well, you’re gonna have to find out.” Harry winks before standing up to start cleaning their spot.

16) Feeling Peachy, Take A Bite | Explicit | 25,654 words

Prompt 570: Omega Louis works at a cupcake shop. He makes the prettiest cupcakes and loves his job. In comes beefy alpha Harry who absolutely loves to eat Louis’ cake. Inspired by Louis being a cute baby girl handing out cupcakes. (no a/b/o necessary, but Louis has to be feminine).

17) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

18) I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway) | Mature | 32,113 words

Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”

Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”

Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”

With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”

Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”

19) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34,572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

20) I Found A Love For Me (Darling Just Dive Right In) | Explicit | 46,652 words | Sequel

Louis, an omega with very little control. Harry, an alpha with a lot of emotion. Neither of them have any idea what do to with this little thing called love, but they’ll be damned if they don’t put up a good fight.

21) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,782 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

22) Love Me Until The End | Mature | 207,053 words

“Dr. Styles there’s an emergency at the maternity ward. The head nurse called for you, he needs you there as soon as possible.” The trainee tells Harry over the phone, catching his attention. Louis Tomlinson, the Louis Tomlinson is calling him? He lowers his clipboard and nods his head, getting up from his chair.

“Tell Mr. Tomlinson I’ll be there right away.”

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[saintsir4n]

PROLOGUE

where tommy shelby decides to take a leap of faith

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1913

"COME on 'Saiah, maths ain't that hard, even I could do it and I didn't know my dividing from my multiplying,"

"What's that?" he groaned, dropping his pencil and pouting his lips, which Eden thought was adorable, but she couldn't say it aloud otherwise he would whine and cry about being treated like a child. Brat. "Those ain't real words."

"They are, trust me and you'll learn 'em soon. Don't worry kid, just remember we have to get this homework sheet done, I don't want your teacher actin' up."

"'Cause she's a... what d'you call it, a b-bitch?"

Her eyes widened at the curse, "Isaiah."

"You say it and so does Finn," he quickly explained, patting the table.

"Neither of you lot are supposed to say it. You're kids!"

"I'm almost six," he said cheekily as if it meant anything.

She pinched his cheeks, "Still a baby to me."

"I am not a baby, Dad said I'm a big boy," he spoke grumpily, "I can count to fifty y'know?"

Knocking at the front door caught their attention.

Eden frowned because she knew her parents had a key, same with her uncle Jeremiah and he didn't stop preaching until he 'put the fear of god into small heath', even though she couldn't tell if he believed the words he spoke. Whoever was rapidly knocking slightly worried her.

"How about, you stay here and count to fifty like a big boy and then we can stop for a bit," she hushed him before he could clap excitedly, "I'll throw in some sweets if you can keep quiet and finish one of these sums alright?"

Isaiah nodded happily and started counting, holding his hands up to help him, not wanting to ruin his chances of getting some sweets along with his Friday night chips that his dad brought home with him.

Eden cautiously approached the front door, all while wishing she brought a knife from the kitchen or a nursing needle from the nursing course she was taking (following in her mother's footsteps she was).

If she had a religious bone in her body she would've prayed, but there was no God in Small Heath, only devils existed 'round here.

And that was who was on the other side of the door.

Thomas bloody Shelby.

Stood there leant against the archway of the door without uttering a single word.

Tilting her head upwards, Eden met his impenetrable gaze.

During their school years, not one word was exchanged between them, well being in different years groups would do that and the fact he never seemed to stray far from his two best friends Greta and Freddie, just like Lorenzo and Dorris never strayed from her. Not one word and yet she usually talked to his brother John, with him being in the same year as her.

Eden didn't know what to do other than glance behind her, hoping not to see Isaiah making his way around the corner but luckily all she could faintly hear was him struggling to count. When she turned back she gulped at the sight of Tommy. Eyes as piercing as snow, not even the peaky hat could protect her from his stare. With his fairly chapped lips and a jaw that could slice its way through the thickest bread one could buy at the local bakery, she took a step back, swiftly raking her gaze down his slightly worn suit and dress shoes that must've been polished this morning.

Tommy was frustratingly handsome and to him, she was infuriatingly beautiful.

He was there for a reason, though he'd never uttered a word to the girl he'd grown up with he knew there was more than what met the eye. He knew her closest friends, which sibling of his she spoke to, her parents' profession and what she might do with her future. He knew she would come to the door cautiously considering the rough street they lived on. He knew her short hair would be styled back in a bun which unintentionally insinuated her flawless features. And he knew she would be wearing an ankle-length skirt and a loose-fitting blouse similar to his aunt. Why? He just knew.

They never spoke a word to each other.

Not one word until now.

"You lost?" she asked, leaning forward and glancing around the noisy street.

And what he was about to say next, she could never have predicted.

"Come to my uncle's yard, John told me you know where it is," he replied shortly, taking her back.

She blinked at him, ignoring how his gruff voice made her feel, "Hello Tommy, nice to see you too."

He continued, unaffected by her sarcasm, "Just come."

Her grip on the door tighten, "And why would I listen to you?"

He shrugged, "Well, As your future husband, I want to show you things that no one else will."

A laugh of disbelief escaped her lips and yet she didn't smile, much to his chagrin.

"And what things are they Mr Shelby?" her grip on the door loosened slightly, which he took note of.

"Anything you ask, meet me at my uncle's yard and don't be late."

"And what if I am?" she dared to ask, rolling her shoulders back and insinuating her neck. A bear neck, like always. He assumed that a cross would cover it, but even when they were all forced to go to church as kids she never wore one. "What will you do huh?"

His tongue swiped over his teeth before answering, "Then I'll just have to wait for you then eh?"

She wanted to smile at his answers, they were all so...charming, but why would she believe the ladykiller of small heath? Just as she went to reply, she was interrupted.

"Edie!" Isaiah's little voice boomed through the little space, making her sigh and Tommy raise a brow and cocked his head to the side, letting his eyes dart around the small foyer of the narrow home. Cleaner than my house that's for fucking sure. It looked cosy and warm, filled with pictures, hanging from the walls and cluttered on the small table near where shoes laid, "Counted to a fifty, I did."

"Then finish the sum!" her voice pulled him from his thoughts and a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.

Hearing Isaiah's huff and groan, Eden exhaled and turned back to a rather amused Tommy.

"What?" she questioned, finally dropping her hand from the door.

"Nothing," he paused, "I don't remember you being so good at maths at school."

Her brows pinched together, "You didn't speak to me at school so how would you know that?"

"Finn tells me things," he recalled all the times his littlest brother would run home after being babysat by Eden and gush over every little thing she did, "You help him with readin' and writin' like Isaiah back there."

"Two little shits that drive me off the bend," she blurted out, then went to correct herself remembering who she was speaking to, "shit- I mean-" he swiftly cut her off.

"Thick as thieves those two," he said, amused by her cursing, "Our Finn is head-case and despite Jeremiah stalking through town and trying to fill it with hope and all the godly advice in the bloody world, Isaiah is just like my brother."

She hummed and then changed the conversation.

"Am I even your type? Because the women I've seen you with are the same colour as my palm if that."

"So you watch me," he noted rather smugly, though his face didn't show it, his eyes beamed slightly.

"Easy, I notice things."

"As do I," he retorted, "You're wrong, about the women you see me with," she raised a questioning brow, urging him to go on, "I don't have a type, you can say there's a pattern —"

"And you wanna break it with me? No chance."

She didn't want to be the first black woman he bedded, even though she highly doubted she would be. Well, that and she didn't want to give in to the small-town gangster.

"Haven't you heard? Life is full of chances," he jested.

"Cute."

"And you should take one on me."

Rolling her eyes, "Since I watch you..." her tone turned mocking, "I could've sworn you have a woman, at least that's what the streets are saying."

"The streets of Small Heath are full of lies," he spoke, pulling out a cigarette tin, growing slightly irritated from all her assumptions and questions. He didn't think it would be easy to get someone like Eden Dawkins, he liked a challenge, but she was fucking stubborn. Like trying to force the wrong bullet into a barrel, it won't fucking go. "And fuckin' smoke," he added, pulling out a lighter.

Not being able to help herself her gaze dropped to his lips just as the cigarette swiped against them before he lit it. He took a drag and turned his head as the smoke escaped.

A sly smirk appeared on his face after noting her stare.

"What?"

"Nothing," she quickly cleared her throat and ignored the beam in his icy eyes, "it's just that you contribute to the latter well enough," she uttered, quickly nodding to his cigarette. Fuck I need one.

"Yeah, the factories help me out a bit."

She almost smiled.

"I suppose, but I'm just remembering what I was told... you know about you being taken."

"By who?"

"Whom," she corrected.

"Fine, whom?"

"The eyes of small Heath." Her eyes, but she wouldn't admit that.

"Alright. You think if I had a woman I would look at you, be on your doorstep?" he asked after taking another drag, even offering her a hit, but she refused, despite needing a release of her own.

"I hope not. Or I would let her know that her man's a dog," she said, holding back a smile.

He made a noise, "A horse is more fitting."

"Ah yes, your family loves to ride," she quickly added, "John's on four feet more than he's on two."

"It's in the blood. Gypsy blood," he informed, waiting to see how she would react to his background.

It wasn't a secret where his family came from, most people were disgusted by them, many hid it well, whilst the others got a beating if they opened their gobs.

He was glad when he didn't catch any indifference in her demeanour. She didn't care or didn't see any faults in it. He supposed that she couldn't, being black and all, but if you weren't pure-blooded you would get put into the same boat as everyone else or the bottom of the barrel. And that's where one would find people like them; Watery Lane.

"I'm scared of horses," she admitted.

He squinted, "What has a horse ever done to you, Eh?"

"Mum doesn't like 'em, so I guess she passed that on to me."

"Suppose I have to change that," I will change that.

"Not without asking that girl of yours," she finally smiled at her own joke and so did he.

He playfully rolled his eyes, "I'm available, not with anyone and those who say they're with me are lying alright."

"Alright. Because I don't like cheaters. I despise the lot of 'em, just like those toffs despise us."

"It's a good thing I'm not one then ain't it?"

Finally giving in, she shrugged, "I guess you're right."

"And what about you," he turned it on her, "I heard I weren't the only lad in knockin' at your door."

She hummed, folding her arms, "There's a long list."

Narrowing his eyes, he didn't know whether or not she was playing with him, "How long?"

"No need to bawl and shout. According to the eyes of Small Heath, it goes from here to bloody Black Country. But all you need to know is that you could be at the end..." she trailed off.

"Last darlin', last."

"Oh really?"

"Changretta won't storm your mind when you next see me I promise you that."

She laughed, "Changretta, which one? Just like you Shelbys, there's many."

"You know which one, I don't have to spell it out for you," he took his last drag and let the cigarette drop before stomping it out.

"You might, I'm a woman y'see, I don't always get things straight away, have to get a man to dumb things down f'me."

He almost smiled again at her teasing, but all joy faded as he spoke.

"Luca," he pronounced as clear as day, with his jaw tightening ever so slightly. That bloody jawline. He knew she was heavily involved with the Changrettas, her closest friend was Lorenzo for Christ's sake and she even talked to the Angel also. But Luca... he and Luca never got along. not during school or out of it. Shelby's and Changretta's... like water and oil. Them being Italian meant they were also the bottom of the barrel, but that didn't mean they had to get along. "That Changretta."

She began to grin and even though he wanted to enjoy her expression, he took a mental picture and decided to save it for later.

"Ah, so the eyes of Small Heath have told you about me and him is that right?"

"Yeah, these bloody eyes seem to know all."

She hummed, "Bloody nosey."

"Too right," he agreed.

"So confident, where has this man been for the last couple of years? Pestering other doorsteps and desecrating other homes," she motioned to the used cigarette, which made him quickly kick it away.

"Making sure he was the right man for you," he spoke not taking his eyes off of her which made her cave and look away, much to his amusement because he caught the light blush kissing her caramel skin.

"You've got the charm," she annoyedly admitted, "it's all in the eyes."

He huffed out a chuckle, "Don't stare for too long, yours will get stuck."

Feigning offence, "And then I won't take you up on that offer, oh no."

Checking his watch, he tsked and ignored her quip. He shot her one last look and then spun on his heel, before shouting, "I'll see you at Charlie's yard Eden!"

"No, you won't!"

"Don't dress up for me!"

"Wasn't gonna!"

And with that, she slammed the door shut with the biggest smile on her face.

"Edie!" Isaiah yelled, "I'm done!"

"Sure you are little man!"

"Can we get sweets now?" he eagerly asked after she entered the kitchen and saw the biggest drawings all over his homework, making her curse.

"You ain't done. Your dad will be on my arse if he sees this."

"He won't. Just like I won't tell him about Tommy comin' over."

His cheeky grin widened at the glare he received.

"Fine," she gave in, "but don't tell your dad."

"Promise."

"Alright get your coat," she huffed as he ran away, "little shit."

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a/n:

dorathy dandridge is eden’s face claim. this story is also on my wattpad account, but I know that many people cannot access the app/website so I’ll try and post on both.

[ughgoaway]

the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

[calciumdeficientt]

headcnaons for any of the little children?

Had to enlist the help of the bf for this one, he’s significantly less biased than i am, there’s a couple for each kid because they get soooo neglected

If you want stupid sheldon shenanigans i have a post for that! Right here!

Sheldon Thompson

Overheats in the summer because he refuses to take his jumper off. He knows the uniform policy off by heart and enforces it better than the prefects

Wears his snitch title like a badge of honour, he thinks that tattling constantly will make the teachers like him… it doesn’t

He thinks he’s really cool because he listens to Mozart. He thinks it makes him seem cool and cultured and he will go up to people unprompted and tell them that he likes listening to Mozart

Has Velcro shoes because he can’t tie his shoelaces, frequently has his shoes ripped off and thrown onto the roof by bullies

Had to invest in waterproof shoes because of the soup fiasco (see other post)

Gels his hair back for sports day, claims it makes him more aerodynamic. It’s actually a huge waste of money because he uses the whole tub on his head and still gets bodied by Karen anyway

Throws himself on the ground whenever there’s a fire drill screaming “smoke rises everyone!!!! Get down!!!!!”

Pedro de la Hoya

Goes to the nurse every time someone breathes on him a little too hard. It ends up being a boy who cried wolf situation because when he actually gets genuinely hurt, Nurse McRae refuses to treat him

Won’t go trick or treating because he’s too scared of all the costumes. Gets roped into it by Melody and Gloria, ends up pissing his pants because Casey jumps out to spook them away from the football field.

Deathly afraid of everything after Sheldon started putting soup everywhere because he’s too scared of drowning in it

I think he was homeschooled before he came to Bullworth so his handwriting is absolutely abysmal. They frequently have to email his assignments to his mother (god rest her soul) so that they could be decoded and graded

Takes flowers from the girls dorm and makes flower potions using the chemistry equipment to make people like him

Gets bullied for consistently and repeatedly calling his teachers “mummy”

Pedro doesn’t play when it comes to snow. One flake and he’s in 100 layers and is zip tying tennis rackets to his feet. Poor kid looks like the Michelin man for days because he can’t cut the zip ties off and therefore cannot exit his snow suit

Has a panic attack whenever there’s a fire drill, even if its planned and he knows exactly when it is he’s going to assume that its a real one and starts hyperventilating. He speed walks out of the building so he doesnt the break the rules against running in the hall and as soon as his feet hit the concrete he drops into the fetal position and starts panicking

Gloria Jackson

Gets history books out of the library and reads them in front of the nerds to look cool but the poor kid doesn’t understand a single word

She’s everything Sheldon thinks he is. She gets good grades, the teachers like her and she’s (mostly) modest about it

The type of kid who looks like she’s going to explode if the teacher doesn’t call on her to answer a question. Starts foaming at the mouth if the other person gets the question wrong

Openly coughs when she passes people smoking in the hopes it will make them stop. It actually makes them blow smoke in her direction

Gets upset whenever someone mentions geography because she consistently gets b’s and not a’s. Geography is her Achilles heel

Doesn’t undo the buckles on her shoes, just slides them on and off her feet everyday

Prefers Lance over Bo because they both have an appreciation for academia. She kinds thinks her brother is a loser for defaulting into sports instead of focusing on his education

Every time there’s a fire drill she moans about wasting valuable learning time. The older kids hate her for it, some of them are trying to skip calculus GLORIA

Melody Adams

She has a different headband for every day of the week, she also has matching day of the week socks, clip on claires earrings and little rings

Has a huuuuge crush on jimmy, in the errand where she gives chocolate to jimmy so he can put it in constantinos’ locker she was secretly hoping he’d keep if for himself.

Used to also have a massive thing for Johnny until she watched him cough up a wad of black smoker’s phlegm, instantly got her to stop pining after him

Gets in trouble in class because she called someone ( COUGH Sheldon COUGH) a jerk and she defends herself like “well at least i didn’t call him a bitch” and lands herself a week of detention

Serious napoleon complex. She can talk the talk but then when it comes to an actual fight she chickens out and starts crying

Pretends to be a pacifist to get brownie points with the teachers but then she gets insulted and instantly tries to start something

Saw a flyer advertising that chad needed help walking chester, what ended up actually happening was chester walked her through a hedge in the old bullworth vale memorial gardens and she had to get a new uniform

Really wants to dye her hair, so she tried to speak to Lola about it. When she was told it wouldn’t lift well because it’s naturally black she went and used sun in out of spite. Ended up with half a head of ginger hair

Every time there’s a fire drill she tries to act all cool so that the older boys will notice her but then she brings her glittery pink pencil case outside with her so it doesnt get burnt.

Karen Johnson

Tries to shoulder check people like she sees Damon doing but she’s so small its kinda like a hip check. It’s as endearing as it is completely futile

Very very resilient child, she’s practically made of rubber. More than once a ball has gone astray and knocked her out for a good few seconds, she’s usually up and begging to be hit again within five minutes

Purposely tries to get sent out of class because she just cannot sit still. She needs meds so so so badly please put her on something

Gets lost a lot because when she asks the older kids for help and they point her in the wrong direction.

Actually a very promising young athlete, just gets neglected because she’s a girl

Puts a bottle in the back wheel of her bike so that it sounds like a motorcycle when she rides it

Can’t tie her own tie, she gets Miss Peabody to do it

Has 12 dogs at home, misses them dearly when she’s at school so she has stuffies of all of them to keep her company

Scared of the dark but she’s far too cool to ask for a nightlight so she just goes to bed scared

Spreads rumours about actual fires during fire drills, so she can laugh at Pedro when he gets scared and/or wets himself

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

I know you’re blushing!” “I am not!” “Aw now you’re pouting!”  With Hubert please

❤️Prompt List❤️

You're really not one to enjoy the pomp and circumstance that come with the parties thrown by nobility. Frankly you'd hope after dedicating yourself to Edelgard's cause you'd finally be able to avoid them all together. No. No you could not. And once again you're forced into an absolutely stuffy outfit, that forced you to conceal a single dagger in comparison to your regular three.

Yes it's a party. But when has that ever stopped assassins? Should Edelgard be in danger you want to be prepared. Of course you're rigidness didn't go unnoticed. "Honestly you're as bad as Hubie, have a glass and relax, everything will be fine." Dorothea, and her persuasiveness have a glass of wine appearing in your hands. "And while you're at it ask him to dance, he's been looking back at you all night." The mention of dancing has you grimacing. You've been cursed with two left feet since birth, regardless of all the lessons, to even consider dancing has you embarrassed.

You instead settle for camping out a corner and sitting on your own, nursing a glass of wine debating when an appropriate time to retire for the evening would be, when you spot a shadow slipping beside you. "I see that I'm not the only one whose been ordered to 'loosen up' as it were." There's a hint of amusement in Hubert's voice as he stands next to you. You sigh, loudly.

"I really hate these parties, but they used to be worse when I was younger when my parents were throwing around my single status to every noble family with unmarried kids." You feel an old anger bubbling up in your chest upon memories of your parents parading you around to any noble family that may take you. You start swirling the alcohol in your glass until it almost spills, verbally finishing your train of thought, "I was never to their taste," you take a sip of the wine, letting it wash away the old wounds. Hubert raises a brow.

"I suspect they must've been blind." You blink at him, waiting for him to continue. "For if you looked as radiant then as you do now, I can't see why they wouldn't be tripping over themselves for your hand." Hubert's words surprise you, to the point that a sound similar to a squeak almost leaves your throat that you manage to stop just in time. "My, my, I've seen you kill men in cold blood. To think a simple compliment can fluster you." Yes your heart is beating faster, yes his intense gaze accompanied by a small smirk is starting to make your face feel warm but if you can hide it behind your glass perhaps you can play it off as it being the alcohol.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." You murmur, taking another drink from your glass, in hopes of him dropping the subject. He does not. Instead he continues without relent.

"I know you're blushing."

"I am not." Your plan comes to a halt when your glass empties, and your left with attempting to look away from him and his glee at teasing you.

"And now you're pouting."

"Ugh you are a menace." You pause, glancing back to see his smirk has yet to disappear. "I need more wine." You groan.

"Perhaps a dance will suffice?" You nearly fall out of your chair at the suggestion.

"You've seen my dancing."

"Oh yes, it's impressive how the elegance you manage on the battlefield seems to leave your body the moment you step on a ballroom floor." The worst part is you don't even have a retort, especially when he's seen you nearly trip several heads of noble houses over face first onto the floor with your dancing skills. Simply having to lean back and pout at his bluntness.

"Then why?"

"To laugh as you embarrass yourself of course." You've known him long enough to identify that sudden dryness with him, is his way of joking.

"You won't be laughing as I step on your toes."

"Truthfully, I find it hard to relax around others but you are an exception. Lady Edelgard asked me to relax and if I must sacrifice my toes to do as she asks, then so be it." That makes you snort, resisting the urge to call into question if Edelgard is really why he sought you out.

"Ever the loyalist aren't you?" Is what you settle for with a grin, but he holds out an expectant hand waiting for you to accept. You eventually do with a sigh. "Fine. But only because Dorothea would hound me if I left before dancing with anyone."

[littleflower-19]

Halloween costume as a couple jar character

Smut of course hehehehe

Welt

I can see it so perfect a doctor and a nurse how got him dress up easy . You told him kids would love it if more adults dressed up for Halloween and he got soft . But of course first he was gonna dress up as a robot which you fast declined. So you choose nurse and doctor that's fits him perfectly a handsome old caring doctor hehehehehe and a nurse who tries to kiss him. But he didn't avoid it he accepted them each one which makes you crave them more. This doctor got your heart fast

Dan Heng

You don't know how it happened Dan Heng was in his god form bc of a Mission. And he came back he was about to turn back till you stopped him asking him to come like that to Halloween town. He was confused why like this but he didn't asked . What did you Dress up a maid as you got fast ready you enjoyed your time outside having some Candy walking together making some jokes here and there but oh my Lord . You couldn't take your eyes off him so handsome and uhhhhhh you can feel your panties getting wet. You got his attention by calling him out "master this maid is wet" you said he blushed at your words and now here you are in the park on the field of beautiful flowers where. Nobody is around ,getting fucked by Dan Heng holding his back ."nghhh~ more m-master" moaning till you both came. Well that was a treat for sure~

Blade

Ähm so I need to explain that one vampire and withe cat . It was already hard to get him into that outfit and now you getting rammed in that outfit."why has my prey trying to run how adorable doesn't this kitten want more~"talking in deepvoice fucking you hard not be able to answer properly. "B-af-y ngha~!?"moaning hard as his dick reached even deeper hitting you gspot. He giggled "why don't I suck you blood little kitten don't worry I give you lots of treat's ~ why don't you meow for me more" he licks you neck as he grinds you deeper.(what a treat indeed)

Jing yuan

Cat and witch he picked the outfits he was enjoying the time at home with you eating candy . tricking kids with jumpscears but once that was kinda over the night you enjoy his kitten servers getting All licked up down there nice and wet ."Mrs witch your mine" you hold his cat ears as he eat you out making you cum hard on the couch. He licked his lips as he zipped his pants and boxers down showing his hard dick."how about I get my treat now miss witch~" and he did with you getting fucked all night longe.

Sampo

Pirate and mermaid it fits you being the big beautiful treasure he got.ley me tell you though it was gonna be a cute date but no it was him trying to get more money but it didn't work.you pulled his ear hard and he was getting some smack's on the head. But you enjoyed the rest of it he doi g some pirate jokes and saying at how he got the big treasure in his hands. It made you blush kissing his faces as he smiled happy.

Gepard

Angle and devil you being the cute devil and him being the protecting angle .Mann but it on for you to smile which it did and made him happy but having some people see the general putting on a costume was kinda funny.but that aside he enjoyed Halloween with you getting candy talking to other people and there outfits throwing eggs(just you but and up with a slight angry Gepard telling you to clean it up) holding hands kissing here and there and now you getting banged behind a tree from him moaning as he hold your hips as he moaned as well. He kissed you deep as he massaged your breasts, you moaned as he speed it up.holding his arme as support to hold on and getting raw railed from him was like heaven itself.

[kiekiecarrera]

✨Theory time✨(or clowning o'clock depends on the time zone)

Just thinking about how maybe Luke and Anna don't have any history at all but it's Mike and Luke who used to be friends. Mike grew up as a pogue as well and there's a fat chance they went to school together, it's not hard to imagine Mike and Luke being just like John B and JJ in their youth, messing around, smoking weed, surfing and going to the boneyard, he said so himself "I like you JJ, l'm sure you're fun to party and smoke with, I was just like you" which also makes me think about his obsession to distance himself and his family from the people in the cut, if he comes from the same background what drastically changed his judgment over the pogues? In the theory I have in my mind I see Luke starting to fuck up with drugs and illegal shit very young roughly at the same time Anna came in the picture for Mike and his friend group and that's where Luke's resentment for her comes from, in his head he sees Anna as someone who betrayed them, they welcomed her into their group and she took Mike away, she's the one who put Mike against him, she's the "ungrateful bitch" who took Mike away for the cut and "brainwashed" him to change, she took his friend away and turned him into a preppy kook disgusted by him.

It would explain a lot why Mike goes so fiercely against the idea of Kiara being near JJ who he strongly associates with Luke, why he said to JJ "but then I learned about hard work" which surely is a shade thrown at the image of Luke he associates JJ with ('cause let's be real, there probably isn't a soul in the OBX who doesn't know about JJ actually working hard since a young age, Mike knows) and it would explain why when Luke sees Kiara with JJ he's so shady towards her and says things like "preach to me, set me straight you sound just like your mama" "she thought she was better than anyone else in school, the Kook Princess" "slumming with the bad boys like your mama, are you an ungrateful little bitch like she was?" "Tell your mama I say hi"…..he probably thinks of Kie as the little nurse treating JJ like a "charity work" and made her mission to save him, like he thinks Anna did with Mike.

I'm gonna be honest, the Pates are known to throw hints on something and then dropping it entirely for it to never come back again so it's not like I truly expect to ever know much about the parents past, I think us the fans put much more thought into it than them and they don't even have a real story set in place but I think this kind of scenario would be so interesting, it would be such a nice parallel: Luke, Mike and who knows maybe ever Heyward being friends, Anna coming into the picture and all of them being a group for a while and then everyone going their own way 'cause they didn't fight for each other tooootally opposite to their children who also found each other but would put their lives on the line for their group. Two generations, same story with different endings.

I literally have nothing to say other than I love clown o'clock because this theory makes perfect sense and I absolutely love it. If I had to say one thing it's if Mike knows JJ has had to work since he was a little kid, then it would make his comments to JJ even worse (not that his comments weren't pretty shit to start with) but other than that a+ clowning 10/10 would recommend

[astramthetaprime]

How about a Switchback?

So yeah.

Mom's back at the nursing home.

Another round of Covid went through last weekend.

I went to see her on Sunday.

And so now we both have it.

It's been mostly just annoying to me, but I'm (relatively) healthy. I do worry about my mother as she's hanging on by a thread at the best of times these days, but I haven't gotten The Call again so I assume she's still on this side of the life line. Admittedly, my normal life consists of spending the vast majority of my week here at Casa Proton, I really only go out on the weekends to get groceries and to have my one meal out a week and to go see Mom. So none of that is happening this weekend but I'll be going to pick up my groceries at WallyWorld later today. The dog needs his food and treats even if I feel completely blah and have no motivation to figure out my menu for this week. So I went with the lowest hanging fruit and it's going to be hot dogs and pizza this week. It'll make a nice change from the hamburgers and pizza it's been the last few weeks.

Autism is all about the safe foods. Not the healthy foods. The safe foods.

Moving right along, y'know that job I trained for 5 weeks for? Yeah. We finished all that work. And now they have me doing something else for which I had half a day's training. Unexpectedly. Then two days later said "nope, need you to go back to the other" and it took me over an hour to remember how to do the original job. Bad with unexpected transitions doesn't even begin to cover it. But this is the real world, right? This is how things work in today's modern offices, it's pivot this and agile that and multitasking and moving onward and upward.

Is it too much to ask to work one job, continuously, for a few years? Like 13 years? Long enough that I can retire?

My mom did the same job for 34 years. I did the same jobs with the Postal Service for 14 and 10 years respectively, data entry and then clerk.

At least I'm working at home. I cannot tell you how beneficial that is from an autistic standpoint. The lack of stress from not driving downtown to work, the lack of danger to myself and my irreplaceable car, the time saved, I log off and in two minutes I'm out in my front yard throwing balls for my dog. I can listen to music or podcasts or audiobooks during work just as I used to do back in my early days at the PO and I'm so damned grateful for that. So grateful.

I know I just have to suck it up and deal -- I haven't said anything to my supervisors. What could I say that wouldn't make me sound like I was whining or demanding special treatment? This is business, this is how it works these days, you either deal or you fall off the wheel and end up homeless and starving on the street. I don't have the leeway to make choices yet. I may never have that luxury, I may inherit nothing from my mother after all is said and done. It's so damned ghoulish to think that way. Anticipating her death so I can benefit from it. We all like to think we're good and moral people but this socioeconomic paradigm makes people inherently greedy. What is "moral" when you can financially benefit from your parent's death?

When my Daddy died, I inherited $6,000. I bought my first real computer and modem. A 286 Bondwell B-310V laptop with a black and white screen and a 2400bpm external modem. This was pre-Internet. I was dating a hacker at the time and he gave me a copy of a dialing program called Telex that let me call up BBS systems. And a copy of WordPerfect. And I was off to the races.

So yeah, kids, I'm older than dirt. Modems used to make noises. Your brain started equating those noises to joyful experiences and fun and suddenly you get dopamine from hearing the most godawful grindy modem tones.

The crazy thing? I still do.

This is still the sound of joy.

[wack-ashimself]

I talk a lot. I know. But I am warning you this is not only probably my longest post ever, at least on here, but it's super hating teachers, so if you're really into teachers or have a loved one that's a teacher, I am definitely going to fucking piss you off.

Vindication! I got the best validation in so fucking long. Probably years. Talking with my boss about how I hate svsu; biggest waste of time and money in my life. I always say I learned more 3 years stuggling in la than any year at svsu. She said went to svsu, but stppped going because the nursing program was awful. I asked her in which ways. She said nearly every fucking teacher bragged about failing a good chunk of the class every semester. She said another class she failed and had to retake, she saw almost half of her same class was there, again. And even another teacher bragged that only a third would pass. Cuz they give high level courses to freshman (she told me something and I didn't know wtf she said, it was that layered). What are we teaching them? Why are we shaming them into not knowing enough? Because this is intro to nursing. And they were throwing some heavy fucking shit at her.

So thank you svsu. You wasted somebody else's life, and just proved me right you piece of shit college, and one of the only big regrets in my entire fucking life. Never once in my entire career life has my degree helped me ever. Not a single goddamn time. I used to brag it got me an interview once, but I never got that fucking job. #svsu you money grabbing whores, fuck off forever. Honestly? The only thing teachers offer any more is either Hands-On experience, or personal experience. It sure isn't fucking true and ADAPTING knowledge anymore!

Fine I'm going to say it. I don't respect majority of teachers*. I only remember a few of my life that taught me anything of value, most were bullies, and they're all glorified babysitters. Even the fucking College ones. Why? Because you're forcing young naive kids to pay you for dated information so they will be mindless workers. So in other words you're just watching them get stupider. Like a babysitter watching the kids watching tv. Look into the how the educational system was founded. He wanted cogs in his factory machines; never free thinkers.

*off the top of my head I only can remember 3 great (not just good) teachers i personally had. Ironically? 2 of them were in college... NEITHER AT GD SVSU!

1-My 5th grade teacher, mr reynolds. I was bullied cuz I'm loud and opinionated. He stuck up to my whole class for bullying me. He was a kind old man with a cane. I saw him a few years ago, outside work. He was a frail old man now. So I didn't know if he would remember me. But I told him "hey I don't know if you remember me, but I had you in 5th grade, and you saved me from a lot of bullies. I just want to thank you, and I never forgot that." And I don't know if he was faking it or what, but he swore he remembered me, and it melted my heart. I was so glad I got to thank him. It really made my entire month to just see him and thank him.

2- My Philosophy teacher at delta (I will not remember anybody's name from here on out that was good. I wasn't around them for a long enough duration). He really opened me up to debate with logic, critical thought, and different philosophical Concepts I had never considered. I will have to admit it was the highest grade I ever got in college, I think I was even top of the class, so that definitely was an ego stroke too. But I did not know that till the end of the semester so I can say that much to my credit LOL

3- my world culture studies teacher at delta. He was a mean gruff old man. But he was fair and extremely honest. I got one of my worst grades in college from him. Either a B minus or c plus. I honestly want to say C plus. And I worked my ass off. But he literally opened me up to everything that was going on in the world because he explored it. He made me appreciate more than just my own country. And all of humanity. I mean don't get me wrong, I loved Humanity before, but now I understood it a little bit better, so it was easier to love...

But yeah nearly every other teacher from grade school and high school especially and college that i had, go fuck yourself. You did nothing but take time. To be fair I think there was a psychology teacher I had in high school that was pretty cool too. Can't remember her fucking name. She was a hard ass too, but fair. And smart! I never said this, but I once considered taking psychology because of her. You ever meet a teacher that you're like you could be teaching so many better places? She was one of them. I think that's what I respect most in teachers. They want to teach something real, valuable, meaningful, they're honest, and they don't take bullshit. Oh and miss gonzalez! She was my theater teacher at delta. She gave me a real confidence that I didn't have before in other areas that I didn't usually act in.

Okay so maybe it's like five teachers. I'm only remembering them as I'm spouting them off. I could tell you the worst, but I don't want to tarnish somebody's Legacy cuz they're probably dead.

Except for Mr mindy at western. He totally touched young underage girls all the fucking time; I personally saw it. When I got that 10-year how do you remember High School thing, I specifically said Mr Mindy was a perverted should be fired. No joke, not soon after he retired. And Mr Everson got fired. Mindy had a closed door office in his room, with blinders. Mr Everson had open windows in his office, along main hallway. He was way easier to fucking catch. Mindy was just so well liked, so it was ignored. That should have been my first sign that Epstein's Island was definitely going to be a fucking thing in the future.

But if you leave this post with anything, know you can self teach easily nearly anything through the internet now. Of course you got to use harsh critical analysis, thinking and logic to prevail from being fooled there, too....but no massive student debts for a meaningless degree... that's being fooled even more: debt for life and it doesn't even get you a fucking good paying job? Great Ponzi scheme. The best!

< know the number one reason I hate teachers? They never fight curriculum. They just teach it blindly. I mean we taught #CommonCore and that's one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my life. You added more steps to math? Why? That's just stupid. That's like doubling the ingredients to a cake when you only wanted one fucking cake.>

[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Its 1998 (they're the kind of guys that look like tired versions of their highschool selves in their 30s,) They got their Pride flag at OP's bookstore /sex shop. (https://www.gregsourplace.com/about-our-place). OPs is short for "Our Place" and its the center of the LGBT+ community in Indy - has been since 1980.

Steve is so excited that there is a new flag specifically for bi folx. Bi guys got a lot of shit in the 80s and 90s because they were painted as the villians in the AIDS crisis so its nice to get that positive representation. They're at the street fair on Massachusetts Ave. In downtown Indianapolis ( called Mass Ave. or sometimes "Little Castro" its Indy's gayborhood.) and they'll dance until 4 am on OPs dance floor before heading off to find an open diner or Waffle House to eat fried potatoes doused in hot sauce and crispy bacon (said to be a hangover assuming you also stay hydrated).

They throw their hearts into caring for the community's most vulnerable members. Steve's passion for Indy's AIDS Walk is the least of their contributions. He's got bereavement training and death doula certification and even a CNA licence. A born caretaker both paid and unpaid; he takes on patients other nurses won't touch. Even though it means he and Eddie have to start testing every six months. Eddie draws the line at latex covering everything style safe sex. "If there's an accident with a patient's blood and you turn up positive - then we go through it together." He said.

Eddie's contributions to the community tend to be more informal - he's armed with a willingly lent van, a sympathetic ear and an index card file stuffed with recipes bequeathed to him by his Meemaw. Appalachiana-tough, he can make good food cheap and always has room for one more at the table. His Hoosier hospitality also often extends to people couch surfing -- to Steve's fond exasperation. Young queers in central Indiana come to know that the Munsons' place (Steve did a legal name change) is a safe place to stay for the first couple of days after your folks kick you out. Nobody knows how to navigate Social Services and informal networks of mutual aid like Eddie Munson so, if you don't come to an understanding with your folks, he'll help you find your feet in no time.

By 1998 the sense of AIDS as a crisis is winding down - its more of a chronic condition hovering in the background, just like what the new drug combinations are making of HIV positive status. They're thinking now about moving on to a new challenges like maybe making Eddie's work with queer youth more formal. Maybe being foster parents is in their future? They're willing to take on the kids no one else wants.

A/N I'm queer, a lifelong resident of the not so great state of Indiana and from the 1980s (b. 1972). I've danced all night at OPs. Also there is an Appalachian diaspora in southern Indiana and I definitely see Eddie and Wayne Munson as part of that fragile and economically impoverished culture.

I just drew these nerds on stream

Baby boy’s first pride and he’s having a nice time 🩷💜💙

[chanelfunnell]

mail, no crazies

A) we will loose tonight against Canada I am afraid unless Wright will not freak out from Mrs Troll Ashley Wright poaching Crosby in Cole Harbour and he does not score own goal. Did you see Marner's fake fun from side to side before sending it to the net? Better than 4 players in front of goalie not catching up on rival's quick break away and banging like a young idiot into the gates without finding an angle and a square against the net Draisaitl has waited a micro second for his the best spot by the top outer right circle and fired the puck out. Somehow healthy now...and next question

B) anon, do you reckon Marcus Aubrey looks quite ok and in the shape? I don't mean NYE gym freaks, loose baggy clothes. Don't forget he is not an indie author but a biz boy with healthy life style so you expect it if he runs Innit gym and all crap.

C) yes anon, I like Caley's style. She is 29 and with two kids, good body and she covers NHL after NFLso many girls in NHL franchises knowledge or just for non serious sideline chat but you spot these amateurs attention seeking poaching puckbunnies camouflaging like a female reporter from distance because acres of flesh on the ice rink lol

Check..1990s hair and her Versace like micro mini wih a split secured by safety pin not to score into a five hole. Otherwise a great body ahd a style, just too much. Lile yiung gubs banging nonstop llike deaf to scire but stupod angle, shot, slot, timing...

This one circles around Bedard's team

D) Malkin is an eternal overgrown kid Sidney Crosby is not maybe Bedard now not even McDavid but Crosby throws toys out of his pram like a spoilt kid often. All Brilliant players but Crosby is like Ovechkin, chasing individual records.

E) alnon, yes, they defeated us more times. Juniors as well as A team so Canada is ok for us. I have found only videos in non English but he is a d-man of AHL for December so far. I wonder whether they will be placed into after-school detection with tons of homework in the case Sweden will beat them again because David J who goes often around the net has the 2nd video about the school. He stands in the video like a scorned pupil rather than a player on the ice rink lol. Marketa corrected someone's spelling in the paperwork once in HC Slavia ages ago and she has had a teaching practice in Brno, her hometown, at a sport gymnasium where they trolled her exbf how he did not score or laughed during reading a poem Lorelei bcs she was a swimmer with long golden locks. I am surprised how many NHLers have an uni degree or studied an uni. Tazer at Dakota uni, so McCabe etc. M has masters from Psychology from Czechia and Economics and Computer Science with stats from Prague, then LSE London in UK and one year course at Wharton uni in Pennsylvania. She has copied activity of mobile d men from Klopp of FC Liverpool and his gegenpress and definitely from Joel Queneville from the Blackhawks. Duncan Keith played like that and yes I think the Oilers made it into the play offs last season and more up to the ladder bcs of his defensive skills and axis of their d zone with experience. They are scoring but also getting a lot of goals.. You laugh as Nurse runs to help out to his d man buddy as ,nurse, instead of staying and sticking to his side to protect it and they are not passing away lol. They need Draisaitl's holistic very expensive chain by Chanel. He is healthy again but I think he just had a whale of time yodling and drinking around NYE with his nonstop Ja,ja,ja yaaaaah....sure ya yaaa jaa

[dontfeeltoohot]

Have 4.6k of soft, sick paramedic!Eddie and nurse!Steve. 

This should all be pretty accurate when it comes to medical jargon/paramedic+emt stuff. 

Let me know what you think! :3 

X X X He’s tired, which isn’t unusual, but this isn’t his normal kind of tired that’s helped by coffee and stealing some of Henderson’s breakfast. No, this is a bone deep tired that’s making him want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over his head. As he pulls into the station’s parking lot, the twenty eight year old yawns for what feels like the tenth time in so many minutes, rubs his eyes, and then gets out, fixing his pullover. 

He’s worked hard for the navy quarter zip; not the actual sweatshirt itself, but for the title embroidered on it. On the left, a few inches below the collar; which has a ‘five years of service’ pin, reads ‘E.Munson’. On the opposite side, ‘Hawkins Fire and Rescue’. It’s the back that matters most- in big, white letters, is the word ‘PARAMEDIC’. It allows everyone on scene to know he’s the most knowledgeable, the highest in charge when it comes to any medical situation.

Making his way inside the large brick building, Eddie says hi to a few of the guys from A shift, throwing his black tactical backpack in one of the five, small rooms at the back of the station. It pays to be early, especially when private quarters are hard to come by. He’s sure in the end he’ll let Chrissy have the bed, and he’ll probably fall asleep in one of the large recliners they’ve got in the common room. 

Walking back out, he goes to the cupboard above the stove and grabs his black mug that has ‘Eddie’s, Touch and Be Ketamine-d’ printed on it, a gift from an old chief. Thankful that A shift’s already started coffee, the long haired man pours himself a cup, splashes some creamer in it, then leans against the wall, waiting for more of his coworkers to file in. 

Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair come in first, all talking far too loudly, the youngest four at the station. Fucking fire fighters and their disregard for anyone but themselves. Swallowing and wincing as the hot coffee burns his throat, Eddie nods at them, unable to help the smile that falls on his face when Henderson races up to him.

“Eddie! Dude! Did you see the new Game of Thr-“ 

“I’m gonna stop you right there Dustybun. If you so much as say a word about anything that’s happened, I will kick your balls so hard-“ 

“Okay, okay. Got it. No talking about it,” Dustin gives a thumbs up and heads back to the other three. 

That kid needs some downers or something, he’s far too energetic at six am to be considered normal. Shaking his head to himself, Eddie takes another sip of coffee and turns the tv on that’s hanging on the wall, turning it to the news station. Chief Hopper comes in, Captain Powell and Lieutenant Callahan right behind him. The paramedic salutes them in greeting. Finally, Chrissy, Joyce and Murray walk in, making Eddie stand a little straighter. 

“Morning,” Joyce smiles, her own cup of coffee in her usual to-go cup held tight in her hands. 

“Morning Joyce,” Eddie smiles genuinely. He’s ridden with the other paramedic a few times, and he always enjoys her company around the station. She’s the mom of B shift, and it’s no secret she likes to mother hen Eddie the most. 

“You ready for another day in paradise, my friends?” 

“Paradise must have a different meaning in your mind, Murray,” Chrissy jokes. Eddie puts a hand on her arm and smirks. 

“I’m going to go check how much shit A shift moved,” Eddie informs his partner, going and grabbing an iPad from the office. He knows she’ll want to get some coffee first. “Oh! I got a room for you, by the way,” he adds, earning a large smile from the petite girl. 

“If only he weren’t gay, you two would be a power couple” Murray chimes in, Eddie already half way out the door. 

The bays are warm from the heat being blown in, so the curly haired man pushes his sleeves up, revealing numerous tattoos covering his arms and even one on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger. Pulling his hair up and out of his face as well, he opens the back of Ambulance 12, sniffling from the sudden temperature change. 

As always, a few things have been switched around from where they should go, making Eddie grumble to himself as he right’s A shifts wrongs. More specifically, he’s cleaning up Jason fucking Carver’s attempt at getting under his skin, and he refuses to admit it’s working. All the guy cares about is getting recognition, Eddie’s sure he doesn’t actually care about helping save lives. 

As he continues, he feels his nose getting stuffy, making him cough when he sniffles. Ugh. If he’s getting sick he’s going to riot. Halfway through the checklist, Chrissy hops in, sitting on the stretcher. She’s eating a nutrigrain bar and Eddie wants to tell her he’s proud of her but also doesn’t want to draw attention to it. 

“How much damage did Carver do?” 

“That man’s going to see me at our next station meeting and I’m going to go off on him I swear to god Chrissy,” Eddie growls, which only makes him cough. Fuck. 

“Easy tiger, I hate him just as much as you do, but I don’t need to have a floater for two weeks because someone can’t control their anger, yeah?” 

He knows she’s right. 

“Fine.” 

The EMT peeks at the checklist and goes to grab what they need, while Eddie counts how many collars they have. Sniffling, he rubs his eyes and reaches for his coffee, hoping to chase away the ache slowly starting to appear in his throat. A minute later, Chrissy reappears with the supplies, as well as a few extra boxes of gloves, tossing them in the cab.

“So, how’s everything going at the garage?” 

A loud bang interrupts Eddie before he can reply. 

“God DAMN it I’m going to smash Ballard’s head against a wall if he doesn’t replace the oxygen tank next time. Does he think my and my physical prowess can lift this shit?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to lift at least 159, Murray?” Chrissy calls out, laughing. 

“Yeah but not completely dead weight that’s metal!” 

Eddie sighs and stands, jumping out of the truck to help the older man. 

“Quit complaining man, at least you’re not the one who had the bariatric guy on the seventh floor last shift,” he glares, making Murray snap his mouth shut. 

As he and Murray start moving the tank to the side of the truck, a tickle blooms in the back of his head. Clenching his jaw, the paramedic gets six feet away from their destination before he freezes 

“Hh! Hold ohhn-“ he sets his side of the air supply down, pulling the collar of his sweater up against his face. 

“hih’GHNgKtuhew! ihhKhTshh’EW! hihEhIKtsch’UHEW!” 

“If you’re sick, I don’t want your germs,” Murray scrunches his nose. 

“I’m not sick, Jesus, can’t a guy just sneeze?” 

“Yes, he can. But you- you don’t sneeze unless you’re around cats, dust, or you’re sick. And since there aren’t any cats and we dust pretty well here thanks to how anal Brenner can be on his damn visits, there’s only one explanation, rockstar.” 

Huffing, Eddie picks the entire tank up by himself, then drops it into the space it’s supposed to go. 

“You’re welcome,” he turns back to his own truck, rolling his eyes. 

“Bless you,” Chrissy gives him a smile when he gets in the truck. 

“Thanks,” he nods, sniffling. 

The paramedic can feel congestion starting to really accumulate in his head, more than just a stuffy head now. It’s as if the sneezes knocked something loose, opening up the floodgates. Clearing his throat, he leans back, sitting in the captain's chair. 

“Robin should be working today,” he gives her a smirk. 

“So should Steve,” she retorts smugly. 

“Base 1- we’ve got a code 2, 10 year old female, possible broken bone, alert and conscious. Address is 4928 Seller Lane, Hawkins Elementary. No posing threats.” 

Eddie grabs the walkie hanging from the holster around him. 

“We got it!” Eddie calls out to the two. “Ambulance 12 copies,” he says into the walkie. 

Chrissy closes the doors, and Eddie hops into the passenger seat, letting the woman drive. He’s tired and needs to wake up more before driving a metal death trap on wheels. Adrenaline is already starting to buzz through him, just like any other call. As soon as they pull out, he grabs the walkie again. 

“Ambulance 12 in route, 6:38 am.” 

“Copy that Ambulance 12.” 

***

“-shhew! snfsnf! Jesus Christ….ihHhNGkTschuhEW!” 

“Bless you,” Chrissy says, keeping her hands on the stretcher as Eddie takes one off to cover his face with his collar.

“You got her?” 

“Yeah,” the star berry blonde tosses him the iPad, info sheet already pulled up. 

Eddie looks up and feels his heart beat a little faster at the sight of Steve Harrington. He’s got navy scrubs on today, ones that fit him well, showing off his arms and ass perfectly. Swallowing and grimacing at the feeling, the paramedic slides up to the nurses station, a smile on his lips. 

“Harrington, missed seeing you around on Monday. Not that I don’t love Nancy,” he throws a smile towards the woman sitting next to him, who merely laughs. “But…I missed seeing your pretty face.” 

“Was getting over a wicked cold, you wouldn’t have wanted to see me, trust me,” Steve laughs. 

Raking his eyes over the nurse, he watches a blush fall faintly over Steve’s cheeks. Beautiful, Eddie thinks. He’s so damn beautiful. 

“On contraire, mon petit prince, I am a sucker for sick, germy boys. Why do you think I took this job?” 

Nancy laughs and Robin, who’s just walking up, gives him a confused look. 

“Right,” Steve shakes his head, getting flustered. “Who’s the patient?” 

“Damn, yeah, that’s a thing. Addison Myers, 10 years old. Was walking into school and fell over the curb. I’d bet a date with you she has a greenstick ankle fracture. Didn’t feel any complete abnormalities but it’s swollen and tender,” he rattles off. “BP is 112/68, heart rate is-snf! uhh..74, respirations we’re 13.”

“Actually 13 or bullshit 13?” Nancy chimes in, always in resident nurse mode. Eddie flips her off discreetly. 

“Actually 13, thank you. I take my job as a medical professional v-snf! very seriously,” he rubs his nose with his wrist, clearing his throat. Steve looks at him curiously, but Eddie ignores it. 

Turning his iPad, he hands it to Steve, who starts signing off on the paperwork. As the nurse does, Eddie sniffles and leans against the counter, yawning. Chrissy comes out from room 3 with a now empty stretcher, laughing uncomfortably at something someone is saying. He can hear it in her tone, so he pushes off the counter and looks at the other three. 

“Be right back.” As he gets closer, he knows the culprit immediately, and his fists clench. 

“Hargrove, how ya doin’ man?” Eddie comes up and throws an arm around the nurse who smells vaguely of cigarettes. 

“Munson,” Billy smiles, the leering smile he gives to all the girls. 

“Yeah yeah, I know I’m hot. However, I don’t appreciate you flirting with my partner, so if you could back off,” he stares at the other with an easy, light smile.

Everyone around them is staring, and Chrissy comes to stand next to him. 

“I’m just being friendly,” Billy laughs, almost condescendingly. 

“Right, and I’m the queen of England. Just lay off and we can forget this ever happened.” 

Suddenly, Hargrove is in his face, their noses almost touching. The scent of smoke makes his nose itch, but other than clenching his jaw, he can’t do much, not when the man is this up in his space. 

“You’re pathetic,” Billy whispers, spoken as if the words are venom.

“And why’s that? Because I’m not fawning all over you and your outdated handlebar mustache? Look, I’ve got people to actually save. So why don’t you go back to wiping asses and getting drinks for old ladies, and let us big boys do our jobs.” 

“You little-“ 

“What’s going on here?“ 

The two men step away as if they’ve been burned. Doctor Owens is standing there with confusion written all over his face. Billy gives the man his most innocent look. 

“We were  just discussing how to properly insert an airway.” 

“Actually, Hargrove here was making my partner uncomfortable, so I told him to leave her alone. Everyone here can attest to that,” Eddie shrugs, smirking when Billy’s eyes go wide. 

Owens looks at Billy and frowns. 

“Hargrove, I’d like to speak to you alone.” 

“Alright handsome, mind if I get that iPad back?” Eddie turns to Steve, who does as he’s asked. 

“God he’s going to be insufferable the rest of the day,” Robin groans. “But I’m glad you put him in his place.” 

“Just looking out for Chris. Jackass had it coming sooner or later,” the curly haired man assures, rubbing at his nose again. 

The scent of smoke is still lingering. When the tickle doesn’t want to recede, Eddie sniffles, which seems to do the trick. Pulling his collar up, the paramedic turns away from everyone. 

“huhINGkTschhew! iiGkSHhew! ahiiGShew! Snf!! SnfSNF!“ 

Both Robin and Nancy bless him as he sniffles and drops his collar down. Steve is staring at him again, making him squirm slightly. The look is intense and makes Eddie feel as though he’s staring into his soul. Nancy grabs a tissue box and the man snags a couple, wiping his nose and shoving them into his tac-pants. As he follows Chrissy out the door to grab a new blanket for their stretcher, he misses the way Nancy and Robin start teasing Steve, who’s blushing and glaring. 

Opening the back doors, Eddie watches Chrissy move the stretcher back into position and then raise the wheels up off the ground. 

“I’ll push it,” Eddie steps in, chuckling when his partner huffs and goes to get into the driver's side of the truck. When he hears the click and lock of the stretcher, he shuts the back doors and moves to the passenger seat, taking one of the tissues out from his pants, wiping his nose again, feeling it start to get runny. 

“Steve is so smitten with you,” Chrissy smirks, plugging her phone back up. 

“Nah, he’s jus-snf! just being friendly. I’m pretty sure he and Robin are a thing.” 

“She’s told me before they’re strictly platonic,” the girl shakes her head, driving back onto the main road. 

“Still don’t think Harrington is gay,” the long haired man sniffles into the tissue, rubbing his nose. 

“Are you okay? You sound kind of stuffy. I know that awful cold is going around, a few people on c-shift had it last week.” 

“Peachy keen, jellybean. Don’t worry so much,” he waves off, even though her words hold some truth. His throat’s starting to truly hurt, more than just a low ache. His head somehow feels even stuffier, now that his adrenaline is coming down, and exhaustion is hitting him hard. 

They get back to the station, where both firetrucks are out. At least it means some quiet, which also means a nap. Joyce and Murray are sitting at the long table by the windows talking when they walk inside. Chrissy puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking at him. 

“I’ll do the paperwork,” she informs and Jesus, he knows it’s a running joke of them being perfect for each other but he thinks if he wasn’t gay he really would kiss Chrissy Cunningham right now. 

“You don’t have t-“ 

“Least I can do for you after you saved me from Billy.” 

“Hargrove?” Murray butts into the conversation. 

“Yep. He was coming onto me. Eddie got him in trouble with Owens,” she grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

“Good for you Eddie. That guy always gives me the creeps. He’s probably just overcompensating because he has a small dick, at least that’s what a few nurses say,” Joyce nods, sipping on her bottle of coke.

All three other first responders react simultaneously. Murray chokes on his redbull, Chrissy snorts and Eddie’s mouth drops open. Joyce Byers is an enigma, and the long haired paramedic loves her for it. He thinks about his own mother, and all the shit they went through together before she died. She hadn’t been as bold as Joyce, but she had been just as kind. Heart aching just a little, Eddie shakes his head and rubs his face. 

“Well, he was being a dick, and I told him to back off. Owens just happened to be passing by. Honestly if he hadn’t been I’m pretty sure Billy was about to try and deck me,” he shrugged, sniffling quietly. 

“Good for you, he needs a good ego check, or maybe a good write up,” Murray says thoughtfully. 

“You okay Eddie?” Joyce’s kind voice rings out, and he turns to look at her, their hair practically identical aside from his curls. 

“Yeah, just a little tired, didn’t sleep well last night, is all.” 

Before Joyce can reply, her radio crackles to life, informing Ambulance 13 of a middle aged woman suffering from chest pains. Murray hops up and salutes him, Eddie smirking. 

“Have fun you two!” 

Heading to the back of the station, Eddie sniffles harder, now that no one is around to think it’s gross or worry over him. It makes his nose itch, but try as he may, the paramedic can’t quite get at the tickle that’s growing. Pausing right outside the door, the man lifts his collar up, nostrils twitching teasingly. 

“hh! Ugh…snfSNF! hhh! hih’iiGKtSCH! ehIKSHHuhEW!” A few moments pass as he goes into the small room where a single bed occupies most of the space. 

“IHKISHEW! Guh,” Eddie yanks a tissue from his pocket and blows his nose, grimacing at the soupy, thick sound. Maybe he’s getting a cold. 

Laying on top of the bed and the blanket, moving the pillow so Chrissy can still use it, the man drops his head onto the uncomfortable mattress and shuts his eyes, sleep pulling him under.

Thirty seven minutes later, he’s pulled from his dream about a certain nurse and his navy scrubs when his radio sounds. Vaguely disoriented from the sudden interruption, Eddie gets up and stretches, only half listening to the crackly dispatcher’s voice. He feels worse, he realizes as he walks down the hallway to the common room where Chrissy is waiting for him. Scrubbing at his face, they head out and into the ambulance. No rest for the wicked. 

Of course it’s a CPR call. They’ve got no Lucas machine like ambo 13 does, and as Eddie does his seventh set of compressions, he’s starting to wonder if he can steal it off the truck. Chrissy’s talking to dispatch about needing Med Air, they’re not going to get the guy to the hospital when they have to stop every time the AED needs to reanalyze a rhythm. Ten minutes and 8 more sets of compressions, 4 shocks later, they’re transferring care to the helicopter team, and Eddie’s arms feel like jello. 

“Ambulance 12, we’ve got a GSW around the corner from you, are you able to take it? Police on scene, scene has been deemed safe.” 

“Copy that, ambulance 12 in route,” Eddie coughs to his side after clicking the button to mute. 

From there, it feels like they get back to back to back calls, no resting in between. Eddie’s driving as Chrissy sits in the back with an elderly woman who’s fallen and requested to be transported due to hip pain. They go over a particularly large bump and Chrissy huffs, making Eddie look in the rearview mirror and laugh. 

“Sorry Jean, Eddie’s driving skills are about as good as his people skills,” the EMT jokes, making the woman laugh. 

“Hey! I’ll have you know I get shout outs all the time from patients,” he calls back in a playful voice. “The ladies love me!” 

Eddie thinks he can hear the woman say ‘I’m sure they do’, but he’s suddenly preoccupied with an itch in the back of his nose, traveling through his sinuses. Sniffling does more harm than good, and as he rolls to a stop at a red light, he aims to the side, into his shoulder. 

“iiHKSHHhuew! snfsnf! hihGKTshhUHEW! hah’ITSCHhh’ew!” 

Chrissy blesses him, and he throws a thanks back towards her, yanking a tissue from the box they’ve got in the middle compartment, rubbing at his nose and then wiping it, still sniffling afterwards. Coughing into his fist a couple of times, Eddie pulls into the Ambulance bay at the hospital, still rubbing at his nose. His head’s started hurting, and with how he still can’t shake this chill, the paramedic briefly wonders if he’s running a fever. 

Steve had been on his lunch break during their last transfer, and when Eddie sees the man’s signature styled hair, he feels himself smile, despite how shitty he’s starting to feel. Nancy tells them to put the woman in room eleven, and Eddie nods, keeping his hands on the stretcher. 

“Now Ms. Jean, no more falls alright? As much as I love seeing your pretty face, I want you safe more than anything,” the twenty eight year old smiles warmly, chuckling as the elderly woman blushes. 

“Thank you sweetheart, I’ll try not to.” 

“Good. Chrissy’s going to get you to sign a couple things on this iPad, all you have to do is use your finger,” he explains, making sure the woman understands before sliding out of the room. 

Heading to the nurses station, Steve, who’s working on typing something, looks up and grins, eyes crinkling slightly. Eddie feels warmth spread through his body. A second later, he’s turning away, snatching a few thin tissues from the box on the counter. 

“ihGNktchUHEW hah’IKshhh’EW! S-Sorry, snf!” 

“Bless y-“ 

“iHGKktshew!” 

“Bless you,” Steve frowns. “You sound like I did last week. You feeling alright?” 

Eddie turns back, wiping his nose as he shrugs. Head heavy with congestion, every blink feels sluggish. He can feel mess accumulating under his nose again already, so he swipes at it then finally lowers the tissues. 

“I was gonna make fun of you for taking a sick day for a silly cold, but maybe you were the smart one,” Eddie’s voice is nasally, consonants rounded. It’s an easy way for anyone to pick up on the fact he’s unwell. 

“You should grab some meds on the way back to the station. You’ve still got, what, another 11hours?” 

They both grimace. 

“Don’t remind me,” the paramedic groans, rubbing his face. “God, I feel like a fucking biohazard,” he adds, pumping hand sanitizer onto his palms and rubbing them together. 

“Good thing you get another three days off,” Steve says optimistically, and Eddie’s never been more grateful for his 24 on 72 off schedule.

Glancing at the clock, Eddie frowns even harder. “All of you are off in fifteen minutes,” he deflates. He’d rather not have to do intake with anyone else. The paramedic enjoys Nancy, Robin and Steve and their constant banter and want to include he and Chrissy. 

“Yep, and I’ve got a hot date with a bath,” Nancy sighs dreamily. 

“Ugh, I have to study for the stupid final in pharmacology,” Robin growls, throwing her pen down. 

Eddie remembers having to do pharmacology. Half the shit they don’t even use, though it’s probably different for nurses. Steve looks like he’s in thought, so the curly haired man sniffles and then looks to see where his partner’s at. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” 

“Feel better,” Nancy looks at him with sympathy. 

“Thanks Nance. See ya Birdie, see ya Stevie,” he smiles at them. 

Steve nods, but then stands, walking around the counter.

“Here, follow me for a sec.” 

Curious, Eddie tells Chrissy he’ll be right back, then follows the brown eyed man. They arrive at a door, the plaque reading ‘nurses lounge’. Steve leads him inside, and his eyes dart around. There’s a few couches and chairs, tables, a coffee machine and television. Steve grabs a black backpack from the corner, rummaging around. A second later, he produces a little blister pack of pills and an unopened water bottle.

“It’s just DayQuil, thought you might benefit from one,” he explains, twisting the cap off of the water bottle and handing it to Eddie, who takes it, eyes wide with surprise. A pill is popped from the blister pack into his hand, and then put back into Steve’s backpack. 

“Thank you,” Eddie swallows the pill, grimacing at how it stings. He doesn’t realize Steve has more until something soft, wrapped in plastic is put into his free hand. 

“These are probably softer than whatever shit you have at the station.” 

A travel pack of tissues. Eddie kind of wants to surge forward and kiss the man, but then he remembers how germy he is. Right. 

“Don’t you need them?” 

“Nah, I’m all better now, just have them in my backpack for emergencies. And I think this counts as an emergency. Your nose is like, bright red man.” 

“Thanks Steve, this means a lot, making sure I don’t die a terrible death from the plague.” 

“No problem. Just doing my civic duty, wouldn’t want a death on my conscience,” he teases, and Eddie wonders if Steve feels the sudden intimacy that’s washed over the air around them. 

The paramedics about to turn to walk back out when he decides to cowboy up and do something about this damn crush he’s had for over a year. Maybe it’s this cold, maybe it’s how soft Steve looks, or maybe it’s just the need to be closer. 

“Hey Steve? Would you want to get some dinner with me? When I’m not a giant germ factory, I mean.” 

Steve’s eyes widen a little, and Eddie braces himself for rejection that never comes. Instead, the nurse steps closer and nods, taking one of Eddie’s hands.

“Yeah, I’d love that. Kind of was hoping for it, if I’m honest.” 

They exchange numbers and by the time he’s back out and sliding into the truck, Chrissy is looking at him expectantly. 

“Please tell me you two kissed.” 

“I’m germy as hell Chrissy.” 

“Ugh, he’s had it anyway, who cares?” 

“…we’re going on a date, once I’m not a biohazard,” Eddie admits, smiling so much it makes his cheeks hurt. 

“No way! Oh my god!” The pitch of her squeal makes him wince and she looks guilty. “Sorry, sorry. You and Steve Harrington. What a couple.” 

“It’s a date.” 

“It’s a stepping stone to boyfriends, Eddie.”  

The rest of his shift goes by in a haze. He may feel like shit, but he also feels oddly light and giddy. Joyce is just as excited as Chrissy is when the news gets to her, hugging him tightly. He tries to pull back immediately. 

“I’m sick, I don’t want to get you-“ 

“I have kids, Eddie. Sometimes, you just have to give a hug, no matter the circumstances. Now, go lay down. We can take the next few calls for you. You kind of look like shit.” 

[ichigomis]

taking them to the nurse's office | kuroo, atsumu, sakusa, iwaizumi

in which they refuse to go to the nurse's office despite being obviously sick, so you /force/ them to. just some soft, pouty, sick baby boys.

❊ KUROO slumped down on his chair, burying himself deeper into his jacket. he woke up with the worst headache this morning but he brushed it off as a common cold. he got sick and it was normal, there was obviously no need to make a big deal out of it all the time. unfortunately, you and he thought quite differently.

"you're going to the nurse's office with me, right now," you demand as you force him up his seat.

kuroo struggles to stay seated as he scoffs, "it's just a fever, y/n. it's a natural phenomenon, no need for all that." he says with a tinge of whining. "my body's currently fighting off the bacteria and possible virus by raising my body temperature enough to cook them alive, leave my fever alone." he says matter-of-factly as he crosses his arms in front of him.

you roll your eyes and place your hands on your hips, "which is exactly why you should be resting right now. your body's working hard to kill those viruses so might as well give it time to do so, am i right?" you smile, knowing you made a very very good point.

kuroo stares up at you knowing well that he's been defeated, but as usual, he refuses to admit it, "i'm resting just fine here." "no, you're not." "yes, i am." "no. you. are. not." "yes. i. am." "kenma?"

you call and kenma looks up at you and then at kuroo, "you're not, kuroo." he mutters before getting back to his game.

kuroo winces at the sudden betrayal, "stop teaming up against me!!" he complains but you're not having any of it.

"get up," with a pout and some pleading puss-in-boots-type of eyes, he finally gets up and leans against you as you make your way to the nurse's office.

❊ ATSUMU sniffles, not even bothering to hide his sickness. osamu sighs, what ticked him off was the fact that his brother wasn't doing anything about his condition.

"go the nurse's office," osamu says out of a balanced mix of annoyance and concern.

atsumu sneezes and shakes his head, "i don' need to. em fine." he points out, barely audible from his clogged nose.

osamu scowls at him, "i don't care if yer fine or not, yer gonna get the rest of the team sick!" he argues as atsumu only continues to change and get ready, not paying his brother any mind. osamu rolls his eyes and brings his phone out, "fine, then i'll call y/n." he mutters as he dials your number.

"i cannot believe you wouldn't go when samu already told you to!" you exclaim as you spot atsumu getting ready to do some wall drills. atsumu stops what he's doing and lets out a big smile as he sees you approach him.

"y/n! what are you doing here?" he coos, pretending not to hear what you just said.

"samu texted me, you're sick! let's get you to the nurse's office." you say as you try to drag him by the sleeve of his jacket.

"noooooo em not sick!" he complains like a little kid as he presses his feet firm to the ground. "he is, y/n. take him away," osamu approaches you with his hands covering his nose and mouth, "he'll get the rest of us sick."

atsumu grumbles at his brother's words and whines, "em not! see i can do my drills just fine." he tries to pick up a ball but you stop him. you shake your head and gesture for the door, sometimes ordering him around was just the easiest way out. atsumu pouts and slumps down, "b-but..." he looks over at his team and brightens up as an idea pops into his head, "aha! no, kita-san will get angry if i suddenly leave like this! we're in the middle of practice!" he pumps his fist in the air, relishing in his smart argument.

"no, go get some rest at the nurse's office." kita suddenly appears behind you, staring at atsumu whose whiney pout quickly returns to his face.

"yeah, get him outta here!" suna joins in and atsumu only whimpers more.

"well, you heard them. y/n, take him away." osamu delivers the final blow and atsumu just straight up starts throwing a mini tantrum.

weirdly used to this, you roll your eyes and take his hand, "let's go, time to get you to the nurse's office," you take atsumu away from his team, but not before teasing him just a little bit, "you big baby."

atsumu lets out a dramatic gasp and pouts even more, "not you too..."

❊ SAKUSA huffs from behind his mask, his warm breath doing nothing to ease his headache. he would rather be stuck in a room with a spider than admit he was sick. thinking that he took all those extra precautions and still ended up in this situation just makes him furious. he leans his body on his locker, trying to get a hold of some paracetamol he had tucked away when he just crashes, no energy to even stand up. lucky for him, you were coincidentally passing by.

"kiyoomi!" you shriek, getting a hold of his arm to balance him. "what happened? are you alright?" you ask.

he looks up at you with crimson cheeks and beads of sweat on his forehead, you let out a small gasp but he just shakes his head, "i'm fine y/n. i just needed to get-"

"you're coming with me!" you announce guiding him to lean onto you. without giving him any time to reject you, you close his locker with your elbow and start walking towards the nurse's office.

"let go, i'm fine." sakusa mumbles under his mask but makes no effort to push you away. "i'm fine..." he whispers hoping to assure you and himself at the same time.

"okay, i'll let the teachers know you're here so just rest up..." you say as soon as you finish filling up the form the school nurse handed you. "oh also, i texted motoya to come pick you up later."

sakusa finally turns to look at you, revealing his flushed cheeks. you give him a small comforting smile, "get some rest, omi."

you stand to take your leave but his warm hand suddenly reaches for you, "y/n, can..." you look down at sakusa who was now blushing over his fever, "can you... pick me up... later?"

you bite your lip, forcing down the smile creeping on your face. you bend down and gently swipe away loose hair from his forehead, he flinches at your cool touch. "if you promise to get some rest, i will." sakusa nods like an obedient puppy and you let out a smile. sick omi is a cute omi please

❊ IWAIZUMI groans as he tries to fight back his headache. he knew something was wrong with him, he's been practicing for longer hours and the pressure of the upcoming matches did nothing but stress him out. still, he didn't want to admit that he was feeling sick, he thought that it meant he wasn't looking out for himself enough. that's why during lunch, he fought to keep the same calm expression he always had. unfortunately, you saw right through him.

you knew iwaizumi would never admit he was feeling sick, so you had to get a little creative.

"haji," you tap his shoulder lightly, getting his attention.

he turns to you and you see the hint of a fever on his cheeks, "what?" he asks a bit too snappy than usual, he notices his tone and avoids your gaze.

"uh," you scour your brain for an excuse, "can you help me get to the nurse's office? my cramps are killing me."

iwaizumi looks you up and down then stands from his seat, "do you need help standing up?" he asks offering his hand, and when you shake your head he tucks them in his pockets, relieved you wouldn't notice the growing warmth in his body.

"you tricked me." iwaizumi accuses you with furrowed eyebrows as you write his name down the sign-in sheet. you pay him no mind as you jot down his temperature, which showed he definitely had a fever. "i'm fine, y/n. i'm not sick."

you glare at him and sigh, "38.7 °C screams fever to me, hajime. you're not getting out of this."

iwaizumi pouts and looks away. he ponders on how you saw right through him when he suddenly remembers why he accompanied you to the nurse's office in the first place. "your cramps, what about your cramps?" he looks up at you with worry written all over his eyes, you open your mouth to speak, feeling just a little bit bad. you decide to shoot him an apologetic smile instead and iwaizumi immediately frowns, "you're not leaving me here." he half commands and begs. you nod, you weren't planning to anyway.

a/n: waaaaah these turned out better than i thought! my random 2 am creativity boosts really don't let me down :D

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[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: baji x fem!reader

• requested by anon: request here! thinking about baji angst. his childhood friend, who he has major feelings for, has cancer. and its slowly eating her away 😭 he visits her everyday in the hospital and talks for hours. but then she tells him she only has a couple weeks left to live. how would baji spend the remaining time with her? what would baji be like after her death? have a nice day/night! <3

• genre: mostly angst

• warning: reader's death, talk about cancer and disease

• note: i wanted to cry when i saw the request, like i love angst so ofc i was happy to see it but baji baby 😢, i also love to hurt myself when i write angst so yay, i hope you'll like it hehe

Baji was on his way to the hospital like he always do after classes. He know you since forever and yes, sometimes it was hard to see you in such a bad state, seeing your disease hurting you, phisically and mentally, seeing it slowly killing you was hard, but he couldn't spent a day away from you.

Everytime he was coming, he made it his personnal mission to see you smile, even if it was weak, even if you weren't feeling good, he had to see a smile appear on your face, because it gives him hope. Hope that you'll feel better, and he really doesn't want to lose hope. Because there's still a lot of things he want to do with you, so much things he needs to tell you. Loosing hope was loosing you. And he couldn't.

He open the door of your bedroom, you were looking through the window, turning your head when you notice he was there "Hey, feeling good?" you ask, giving him a weak smile "Yup, I just couldn't wait to come here, i had two test today, it was boring" he says, removing his shoes to sit next to you like he always do "Hey, you better work hard" you smile, he looks at you, smiling "I am!"

He put his hand in his bag, taking the scans he bringed for you, giving them to you as he took the one he bringed for him "The nurses will kill you if they know you give me food in secret" you joke. He shrugs "I bet the food here is horrible, and they love me anyway" he says making you giggle "It does taste horrible"

You ate a bit, not wanting to throw up in front of him, you listen to his story about his day, and things he had to do with the gang. Looking at him, suddenly feeling nostalgic of when you were kids, playing at mikey's house. You missed this. Going out and being able to play with him, you turn your head, you didn't wanted to tell him.

"Hey" he says "Weren't they supposed to do another scan to see if the chemo is working?" he ask, remembering hearing your nurses telling you the day before. You close your eyes "It's now, you have to tell him" you think. You look at him, smiling "Yeah they did" you say, your voice breaking a bit, you cough and he caress your back "And?" he ask, smiling.

"Don't loose hope, never." He remembers his mother telling him when he came back from your place, crying because you just told him about your cancer"You have to stay strong baby" she told him, engulfing him in a tight hug "She'll be okay, but she'll need you "

You shake your head "My doctor said that it'll only get worse" you say, finally letting your tears pour on your face. His smile slowly fade, looking at your tears, the way you hide your face in your hands, because you hate crying in front of people. "B-but" he stutters, his shaky hand trying to take yours "They gotta do something, right, they can't leave you like this?" he says. His throat was hurting.

Stay strong. I can't loose her. Stay strong.

You shake your head again, hearing you sob was destroying him. I can't break in front of her. Cupping your cheeks, he makes you look at him, smiling "It'll be okay, I'll stay with you" he says. You could see his eyes starting to get glossy, making your lower lip shake again "Until the end" he says. And the rest of the time he stayed with you, crying and holding you until the hours of visiting hour ended.

Your mother called his during an afternoon, her mother really tried to find a way to tell him without hurting him, but how could she not when the girl he was in love with since he was five died. When she told him he didn't cried at least not in front of herhe stayed silent, looking into the void not really listening. But the second he was in his bedroom she could hear his cry. Crying herself at the heart wrecking sob her son was making.