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morganbritton132 · 6 months ago

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Oh geez this might be a double ask because my phone glitched out when I tried to send previously BUT just wanted to say that I love ur Steve has older siblings au

I also need to say that I shamelessly combined that au with ur post about Tommy knowing Steve the best. Just picturing Steve’s sibs zoning out when his mom lists what he can’t eat because they assume she’s just being difficult. Flash forward a few years and they accidentally poison Steve with like peanut butter cookies and are realllly lucky that Tommy was staying over that weekend and knows he’s allergic.

anyways thx for all ur writing!

I only got this ask once so we’re good! The Steve Has Older Siblings AU has kinda been on hold for a bit because Dustin is either the easiest or the hardest character to write and right now, he’s being difficult for me.

BUT! I love this.

I’m going to change it around a bit because I’m on this kick right now where Steve is allergic to aspirin. Also, with the way that Steve’s mom is written for this AU, she is negligent but protective of her son. I don’t think she’d allow peanut butter in the house if Steve was allergic.

She wouldn’t allow aspirin either but Richard insists that it’s the only thing that cures a migraine (hangover), and Steve’s eight. He doesn’t even like taking his Flintstone vitamins so she’s not concerned about him getting in the medicine cabinet.

It’s not common that Tommy stays over at Steve’s when they’re sick.

Typically his mom watches them at their house but she had to go wake up his grandma (“That doesn’t make any sense. Why can’t she set an alarm clock?”/”I dunno, Steve. That’s what Mommy said. She had to go to Granny’s wake.”) so Mrs. Harrington was babysitting them.

Mrs. Harrington isn’t very good at taking care of them. Tommy wouldn’t tell Steve that because it’ll make him sad, but his mom kinda sucks at this. She doesn’t even give them popsicles for their sore throats or kiss their foreheads to check their temperature. She just disappears for long periods of time to yell into the phone.

Tommy’s kinda happy when she has to go into the office because he thinks Claire might look after them, but she’s apparently studying in her room so Steve’s brothers are doing it.

Tommy secretly likes this better because Jason and Richie are very nice to him, and they tell him that he’s cooler than Steve. No one has ever said that before! Not even Carol and they got married under the jungle gym.

Tommy likes hanging out with them even if he feels icky today.

He is standing in the kitchen next to Steve, watching Richie cut a little orange pill in half with a knife. Richie keeps muttering under his breath about running out of the ‘liquid S H I T.’ Tommy thinks it’s funny that he said a bad word, but can’t laugh about it because he can see the bottle that the pill came out of and –

“I don’t think we take that,” He voices but Richie brushes him off. He says it’s like candy. Tommy has brothers too, so he knows that sometimes you gotta give in or they’ll rub your face into the carpet until you get rugburn, but, “I know but… but what if only I take it?”

“You take half,” Richie tells him. “Stevie over here takes the other half and then we’re right as rain. It reduces fever.”

“Yeah,” Jason adds from behind them. “So your brain doesn’t leak out your ears.”

Tommy looks over at Steve but he isn’t fully awake so there’s not much of a reaction there. Plus, he’s not a very good reader so Tommy’s not sure if he even knows what the bottle says. He tries again, ignoring Jason, “That’s not what Mrs. Harrington gave us earlier.”

“Yeah, I know. This is better.”

“Steve can’t take that,” Tommy tries again after he crunches the medicine between his teeth. He sticks out his tongue so Richie can see that it’s gone, and then adds, “Mommy gave that to him once and it made him really sick.”

“It did?” Steve croaks, snatching his hand back when Richie tries to hand him the pill. Richie tries to force the pill into his mouth but Steve presses his lips together. It makes his brother swear and gesture to Jason, and then Steve is snatched off his feet with a hand pinching his nose shut.

He struggles and Tommy wants to help but he – he also wants Richie and Jason to like him so, he doesn’t help. Steve gasps for breath and the pill goes in…and Steve is fine. He’s angry and out of breath, and his nose is still stuffy so he still kinda sounds like a frog but he’s not.. he’s not blue like last time.

Tommy thinks, oh. He thinks, cool.

Everything is fine for fifteen minutes and then Tommy is yelling out the door of Steve’s bedroom that they need help. Steve is breathing weird and – “and, I – I think he’s going to die!”

A lot of stuff happens at once. Claire leaves her room, Jason and Richie come up the stairs, and they all start yelling and blaming each other. No one really jumps into action until Tommy bursts into tears. Then it’s movement and car rides, and Tommy is sitting in the waiting room at the hospital without shoes on.

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington rush into the room. The only thing he does know is that he’s never seen anybody look as angry as Mrs. Harrington did when she sees them.

She looks like she’s going to yell at them but Mr. Harrington grabs her by the arm and drags her to the reception desk. They disappear behind the white double doors that Steve went through.

It only makes Tommy cry harder.

#So Claire knows #She takes care of Steve most of the time and was the one to answer the call when Tommy’s mom unfortunately discovered this allergy #and Jason and Richie had been vaguely told about it but didn’t remember because it does not come up a lot #the peanut allergy does so they do know that one #Tommy is obviously upset because he thinks his friend is dying and it’s his fault #but he’s also scared that Steve’s parents won’t let him come over anymore because that’s what happened for a month after the last time #Steve’s mom is interesting bc I do think she’d be proactive enough to remove triggers from places Steve typically is #but negligent enough to not remind people that her sick son can’t have specific medicine #this was a great prompt. I do feel like I went off topic though #steve harrington #tommy hagan #Steve has older siblings Au

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poisonofthepaint · 4 days ago

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guilty as sin?

you've been enamored with dr. walsh since you started working at the pitt. one day, she praises you, and you can't find the will to not get off in the bathroom. she hears you, and invites you to her apartment.

wc: 3.2k

cw: MDNI!!!!!! praise, sub!reader, dom!Walsh, semi-public masturbation, reader masturbates to Walsh, mean-ish Walsh, oral (r!giving), fingering (r!giving & receiving), nipple sucking, humiliation maybe? a little?, bad medical jargon, i literally do not know a single thing, sorry!!

The crush you had on Dr. Walsh was not something you would ever admit to anyone— ever. It was humiliating to find her attractive when all she did was boss you around. She had awoken something in you that was borderline feral. And you hated it. Of course, you knew you liked women, but this was something different. Everytime she was in the room, you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Her snarky comments, her hands on her hips, it all drove you mad. The way she talked back to everyone like it was nothing, like they were too dumb to see what she could, even though that wasn’t true. It made your brain fuzzy.

You’re dealing with a broken leg when she walks in, nothing serious. They put you on the case alone. The patient is knocked out cold, so you’re able to do your examinations without fuss.

“What’ve we got?” Emery asks, putting on a pair of gloves.

“Um, young female, twenties. She was drinking and got on a table to dance and fell. It looks to be broken in three places and a snapped ACL. She’ll need a workup. Maybe a transplant.” you don’t make eye contact.

The monitor beeps loudly after your statement, sending you and Emery flying into action.

“Fuck, her heart rate is slowing. You said she was stable.”

“She was, two seconds ago, she was when she came in. I don’t understand.”

She shakes her head and you feel dead dumb. Like you should be laying on the table being assessed for brain injuries. “Did you even assess her chest?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Tell me what it could be.” Emery’s voice quips up at the end of her statement, like you already should've been telling her what was happening.

“Um, maybe it’s the alcohol! Maybe it’s slowing from drinking too much. Blood loss. Uh—”

“What medications is she on?”

“I don’t know, she was out cold when she came in. It could be a drug, we’re still waiting on her tox screen.”

You don’t know why another attending hasn’t come in. Shen must be busy with another code. The nurses are flying around the room, but all you can focus on is the woman in front of you.

“Um, what if it’s sleep apnea? Nothing wrong with the patient, but she’s been passed out for a while. If she doesn’t have her machine, and she was drinking, it could make it worse. Maybe she just needs to wake up. She might not even know it happens.”

“Good.” Is all Dr. Walsh says, and you can’t stop the smile that spreads onto your face.

“Push atropine, one milligram, it’ll help speed up the heart.” you say, proud of yourself for catching it.

The medicine works, the patient’s heart speeds back up.

“Alright, I’ll take her up to ortho.” Emery says, “You know, I think you’re my favorite emergency resident. You always do what I ask.”

You feel like you just got hit by a truck. You’re sure if they were to hook you up to a heart monitor, the beeping would be so fast they would need to sedate you. She doesn’t even look like it phased her. Just like it was another day. Even though she wasn't an ED specialist, you wanted her approval more than anyone else’s. She was so cool, so smooth. She knew what she had to do, always. She worked like her hands had a brain of their own. She didn’t even have to think before doing a procedure. You couldn’t count the times you had imagined her in your bed. You would go home from your shifts, so frustrated— so needy.

For her.

You would walk into your apartment and immediately get into bed, grabbing the small bullet vibrator from your dresser. It was borderline unethical. Every night, you’d see her, and assess cases, and every morning, you would rush into your apartment, replay the moments you saw her, and cum with her name on your lips.

But, she didn’t need to know that. No one did. It was better to stay a crush. Emery almost existed entirely in your mind. She buzzed on your brain all day long. You even started to look nicer at work, maybe throwing on a little makeup when you knew you’d work a shift with her. You tried to study up on surgical procedures to impress her. But, it might be all for nothing. She was so strict with everything, making a move was probably for nothing. And to be honest, she was far too intimidating for you to do so.

Tonight though, you couldn’t wait to get home. After your broken leg patient was stable. You excused yourself to the bathroom. Luckily, it was a single stall. You pressed your back against the door and sighed, you pushed your hair back, cleaning it off your forehead. You washed your hands, and then got to work.

Your hand slowly sneaked down your underwear, and you were already wet. The praise from her went straight from her mouth to your cunt. It was like you were pavloved. And it was all your fault. Spending the end of every shift masturbating to her has caused a reaction in your brain when you actually see her. And her voice, God, her fucking voice. It was like she owned you. Like you were already her’s. You stood at attention when she spoke. It was different then listening to your boss. It was like listening to a God. Like you needed to worship her. You sharpen your ears when she starts speaking, like if you miss anything, you’ll be sent to hell.

But tonight, you were her favorite. Her favorite, out of everyone. She liked you; she said it. And that was enough to get you going. It felt like you hadn’t come in six years when your hand reaches into your pants. She had you pent up from one sentence. You focus on her voice, so calm and steady. So conniving, so sarcastic. She was a know-it-all in the best of ways. Because she was usually right. She followed the rule book, she didn’t like when people broke it. She especially didn’t like when people didn’t listen to her.

But you wanted to listen. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to you, and take it. You wanted to continue being her favorite. You wanted her to praise you again. You wanted to be hers. You felt like you already were.

Your back is pressed against the door, and you can’t help the small noises that come out of your mouth when you come, and you don’t stop her name from tumbling off your lips. You know it’s risky, but your body has gotten so used to it, you can’t fight it off. You come with a shiver. You take a moment to regain your breath before washing your hands. You try to fix your hair as best as possible. But you can’t hide the fucked out look in your eyes.

The collected version of you is ruined when you open the door and see Emery not even a foot away from the door, with a small smirk on her face.

You don’t even say anything. You don’t smile. You can’t even break the intense eye contact she’s holding. You feel small– you feel stupid.

“I’ll see you when the shift is over.” is what she says, below a whisper, so only you can hear it.

You check the clock, an hour left. Sixty minutes of terrified torture at the hands of Emery Walsh. Doctors were supposed to heal, surgeons were supposed to fix. But you felt like she had broken you apart.

You spent the rest of the shift reeling, scared out of your mind. You tried to focus on charting, because you didn’t know how you were supposed to speak to anyone after she had heard you. Shen lets you get away with it because a dayshift doctor came in early, so you’re able to get all your work done.

When it hits 7 A.M., Emery is right downstairs with you. She meets you by the lockers while you’re gathering your stuff.

“We’re gonna go to my place.” she walks away before you can answer.

Obviously, you follow. You didn't know whether it was curiosity, or the need to follow her orders. The walk was silent. You held your hands together in front of you, twisting your fingers together from anxiety. You still felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Emery didn’t live far from work, much like most of the doctors. Her apartment had dark blue walls, marble countertops, a nice black couch with a long sectional. It was spotless, of course. Everything was in order. As if on cue, she toyed with a vase of flowers, moving it slightly to the right so that they faced the sun more.

You shift on your feet, waiting for her to speak. But she doesn’t, just stares.

She wants you to say it, to tell her what she heard. “I’m so sorry if what you heard was, um, uncomfortable. It was completely out of line to do something like that at work. And it won’t happen again.”

“Do you think I would bring you back here if I was uncomfortable?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, suddenly looking away from her.

“What was it that did it for you? That was so enticing that you had to go masturbate in the bathroom." The vulgarness of her words makes you cringe. Even though that is what you were doing, hearing her say it was another story.

“I’m really sorry, Dr. Walsh. I don’t think this is a good idea.” you want to bury yourself in a hole.

“But, we’re here now. So, tell me.”

You still want to impress her— you still need to feel her praise. Deciding it’s better if you sit for this, you go and take a seat on her couch. “You said I was your favorite.”

She nods, like she already knows. Like she can smell it on you. The need for praise radiates from your chest. You breathe heavy, like you just ran a mile.

“I mean, I knew you were desperate, but c’mon. In the bathroom?”

You don’t say anything back, you hate that her words still send a wave of arousal through you.

She steps over to the couch; squats down in front of you so you’re forced to meet her eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve just said so.”

She stands and you follow her head up. She still has that smirk on her face, the one that never seems to leave. It’s like she finds everything entertaining. She crawls on top of you on the couch, you adjust your body so that you can both lay flat.

She's quick to kiss you. It still takes you a while to kiss back, she goes slow. Emery moves with precision, gives you time to warm up to her on top of you. It’s like she’s slowly pushing in morphine, like the pain killing drug is her lips. Emery’s tongue swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You open your mouth a little wider, giving her the access she wants. She slowly grinds her hips down into yours and your eyes roll back. She moves down to your neck and sucks, hard. You realize it’ll leave a mark, but you don’t know if you care. She’s like a vampire, feasting on you. She doesn’t ask what you want, she just knows. It feels nice to give up control. To not think– just react.

You make a small noise when she sucks the spot behind your ear. You feel gross and dirty from your shift. Never in your wildest dreams would sex with Walsh be like this. What you imagined was a nice dinner out, maybe a drink at a bar after. But this was raw, and more real. This showed you that she was pent up too, that she didn’t want to wait.

She pulled herself off of your neck, “Wanna show me how good you can be?”

You nodded before her words even registered in your head.

She got up and so did you, both stripping quickly. She lays down flat on the sectional, spreading her legs. You feel hungry– you feel like you have something to prove.

You climb on top of her, but she’s still in charge. You start at her chest, sucking gently at her nipples, tugging them lightly. She has a hand cradling the back of your head to stabilize you. She lets out a soft hum and you shiver; excited to make her feel good. You trail down her stomach, peppering soft kisses as you go. She smells clean still, somehow. Not musky, not like she had been doing surgeries all day long. She smells like antibacterial soap. Like hand sanitizer. Clean, surgical– a faint floral smell, like the get well soon flowers her patients received rubbed on her.

You come face to face with her heat, and you can’t help but peer up at her, waiting for permission, “I’ve had a long day, please don’t waste my time.” her hand is still on the back of your head, anchoring you to Earth.

Her words are all you need before you dive in. You’re nervous, even though you’ve done this before. But this was different, Emery was different. You had always wanted to do a good job with your partners, but you wanted to impress Emery. You needed to, you needed to show her how well you could do.

“Good, yeah, that’s it.” she says as you lap at her.

It doesn’t even sound strained, it sounds like she’s coaching you through a procedure. She doesn’t moan, just lets out a small huff of air, a soft grunt here and there when you hit her clit just right.

You tease a finger at her entrance, looking up at her again. She gives a stiff nod and a hum, telling you to go ahead. The dominance that leaks off of her is intoxicating. You feel like you took a hit of a blunt. She takes down her hair and shakes it out, still looking down at you. Her movements seem like they’re in slow motion. This is worship, you realize. But Dr. Walsh has granted you access to Heaven instead of Hell.

You recognize she’s getting close by the way her brows furrow. The noises get more common and you work harder, making sure your pace doesn’t falter, even though you’re getting tired. She makes you feel woozy, you are intoxicated off of her pussy. She tastes so sweet, you can’t get enough.

She cums without warning, like she doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it is. You work her through it, lapping up all that she gives you. Emery finally moans, a long strained out moan, and you feel pride swell in your chest.

She pants as she comes down, “Well, I think you deserve something in return.” she uses her pointer and middle finger to signal you to come on top of the couch with her.

She settles you on her lap, and swipes the same two fingers through your folds. “Didn’t know eating me out would get you so wet.” she looks like she wants to laugh, it makes your face go hot. You feel like a horny teenager, like the second she puts her hands on you you’re gonna come.

She lines the two fingers up before thrusting them in quickly. Your brows furrow, her’s shoot up. Her mouth is slightly open. She still has that fucking smirk, her teasing look makes you clench around her fingers. Your premonition is correct, you feel a knot in your stomach before you can stop it, and she doesn’t slow. Her hands do know what to do. They know which spots to hit, where to go to send you reeling. You throw your head back and a loud moan comes out without your permission.

“God, you are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” her voice makes you whine, you’ve spent so long imagining her talking to you like this. “You’ve always caught my eye, I could tell you wanted to be bossed around a little. Or, maybe a lot.”

“Please,” you mumble.

“Please, what?”

“Keep talking, let me come, I don’t know. Just please don’t stop.”

She huffs out a laugh. “I can tell I turn your brain to mush when you see me, you get this look in your eyes that you don’t get for anyone else. It’s cute, it made me want to take you. I never would’ve done it in the bathroom at work, though.”

You look out the window instead of at her, embarrassed by your own neediness, “But hearing you moan my name, damn. There’s nothing else like it.”

That’s what does it for you, the knot in your stomach unravels. It feels so good it brings a tear to your eye. You can’t stop making small noises, overstimulated from her fingers still being inside you.

She pulls them out gently, the most gentle she’s been all day. Emery lets you fall into her, you put your head in the crook of her neck and she runs her hand over the back of your skull again. She shushes you when she gets up, but you realize she’s just grabbing your water bottle you brought with you, she slowly brings it to your lips, urging you to take a sip.

She doesn’t talk much as she starts the shower and leads you both to it. She shows more than she tells. She knows this is a time to be gentle, and she knows that her snark knows no bounds. She doesn’t want to say something offhand. She needs to be soft, and her mouth is the opposite. But she wants you to know she cares. She washes your body for you, and you do the same for her. Scrubbing her back with a small rag. The hot water feels relaxing, and you suddenly realize how tired you are.

Once you get out of the shower, you rub your eyes and yawn, “C’mere,” Emery whispers.

You follow her lead still. She takes you into her bedroom. She has beige walls, medical books on her dresser. Her comforter is soft. It’s sage green, and fluffy, slightly cold from being unused. She slips one of her old t-shirts over your head, and you both crawl into bed. She lays on her back, you crawl onto her chest. It’s the most peaceful you’ve felt in a long time.

The memories of the day replay in your head, and you become embarrassed.

“What’s up?” She asks, reading you. Her voice is thick with fatigue, and you feel bad for keeping her up.

“I just still feel embarrassed you heard me.”

She hums, “Well, if I hadn’t heard you, we wouldn’t be here. It’s fine, I know I’m hard to resist.”

You giggle at the cocky words.

“Get some sleep, we’ll talk when we wake up.” she says.

You let yourself fall into a slumber, cuddled up against her. Dealing with it in the morning sounds like a good plan to you.

#dr walsh #dr walsh x reader #emery walsh x reader #the pitt fanfiction #emery walsh

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bwat5-blog · 4 months ago

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A Father's Privilege (Arcane Fanfic)

*Quick attempt at a one-shot based off of a scene where Tobias comforts Vi with a full hug from another fan-fic I read and CANNOT FIND. If you see this and make yourself known I will for sure give you credit for that but God help me I can't seem to find it*

*Very brief mentions of blood but otherwise very tame*

*I am NOT a writer lol. So I am sorry if this sucks but I just found the whole idea so moving I wanted to try. Thanks!*

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Tobias Kiramman walks slowly through his home, thoughts churning, trying to figure out what to say… In the two weeks since the battle things had slowly started moving again out in the city. The restoration was of course far from complete, and the citizenry had only begun to heal… but the markets were open, couriers were making rounds, slowly things were normalizing.

It was, not quite so inside of the Kiramman estate. Caitlyn’s injuries were tremendous, and while she had regained consciousness she was never awake for more than an hour or two at a time, and had a very long road ahead of her. And then of course, there was the matter of Violet.

“Vi you old fool… she prefers Vi” He chides himself

All Tobias needed to was close his eyes and he could see Vi, covered in blood from countless wounds, panicked eyes flooded with tears as she burst in to the relief tent he was running, carrying his broken daughter in her arms. Vi’s panicked screams for help.. Caitlyn.. his Caitlyn choking on her own blood… He shakes the horrors from his mind with a snarl. He would curse himself until the day he died for ever letting that Noxian beast near his daughter. But there was nothing he could do about that now… He was listening... trying to find where Vi was hiding.

It was earlier that day. Vi was sitting her usual vigil over Caitlyn’s bedside, head lolling in the arm chair she had pulled over that day they brought Caitlyn home. The plate of food next to her barely touched. Tobias knew on some level that Vi was not doing well, but every time he tried to reach out, all he could see was... Jinx. As he enters he realizes Caitlyn is awake, watching Vi sleep.

“it’s good to see she is resting. How are you feeling Caitlyn?” He asked quietly

Caitlyn turned her remaining eye on him…. “The pain medicine is helping tremendously thank you...” She breathes deeply. A moment of silence stretches between them before she clears her throat. “Father... have you… have you seen her cry? Since it all happened” she asked

He was quiet, thinking before shaking his head “I cannot say that I have”.

Caitlyn nods, and after a moment Tobias realizes she is crying. He hurries to her bedside

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” He asks taking her hand

Shaking her head Caitlyn squeezes his hand “She thinks I don’t know... sometimes when I’m in that place between asleep and awake I can... I can hear her. She starts to get upset and she leaves. She’s barely eating, hardly sleeping. She is in so much pain and I can’t help her. She won’t let anyone see her that way because”

Tobias squeezed Caitlyn’s hand and leaned down hugging her as she cried quietly. “Because of Jinx” he finishes quietly. Staring at the sleeping Zaunite girl somehow for the first time it clicked in his mind “You love her” he said, smiling at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn nods, still holding onto his arm like when she was little. “More than anything.. may I ask you for something?”

Tobias nods “Anything my darling.”

Caitlyn looks up and for a second he sees that ferocity he had come to know so well in her eye “Help Her”….

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And so it was that a few hours later into the day, Caitlyn sleeping soundly as Mel sat with her, Tobias walked the halls of the estate trying to honor his daughter’s request. It didn’t take too long, the Kiramman home was so empty these days that sound travelled..

He stands outside of a little used guest room in the east wing, and takes a deep breath. He slowly opens the door as the sounds of barely restrained sobs become clearer. And there she is.

Vi sits .. Gods she isn’t even on the bed.. in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest sobbing so hard it looks like her ribs may break. Her knuckles bloody. Tobias’s breath catches in his throat.

“Vi…. May I come in?” he asks softly

She looks up with shock, her stormy eyes wide with embarrassment and shock under her mop of fiery hair as she stands quickly trying to wipe her eyes “I… I’m sorry of course you can come in it’s your house I’m sorry” she stammers trying to collect herself and look away from him smoothing her clothes. “Is everything okay is Caitlyn okay? I can go back to her room I didn’t mean to bother anyone”

Tobias holds up a hand gently quieting her. “Would you sit on the bed with me, a moment”.

Vi looks at him, confusion and a bit of rebellion warring across her features, she looks exhausted before she nods, shakily lowering herself down at the foot of the bed.

He sits down, not too close out of fear of making her uncomfortable, and exhales for a moment. “Vi… first and foremost, I owe you an apology”

Vi looks at him like he slapped her “No I” but he gently touches her arm “please allow me to finish… Vi I.. I have been a fool. I have allowed my grief and my anger to obscure the truth. My daughter has fallen in love with a beautiful, fierce and loving young woman who would die before allowing her to come to harm. To know your child is protected and loved… if there is a blessing that could rival such a thing for a father I don’t know it”

Vi’s chest rises and falls heavily, her eyes welling up again with tears as he continues “I blamed you.. Vi.. It wasn’t fair but. When I looked at you all I could do was see what I have lost, not what this family has gained in you being by Caitlyn's side. Can you forgive me?”

Vi stared at him, tears rolling down her cheeks and when she tries to talk she chokes up and starts to crunch in on herself again until he slides across the bed and hugs her without thinking. Her muscular frame tenses in shock for a moment, before truly gut wrenching sobs rip through her and she leans into his embrace.

“So young. So young to carry so much pain… How selfish I’ve been. If only you’d been here Casandra, you were always the strong one”

He rubs small circles on VI’s back, comforting her until she regains her breath. She pulls back looking sheepish but smiling. “Th.. thank you”

Tobias smiles “Indulge an old man, for this statement I’m going to use your full name” she grimaces but smiles and nods and he continues.

“Violet, you are welcome here. You are a part of this family for however long you and Caitlyn choose to be a family. Cry in every room on every floor if you need. Climb to the roof and scream. But only so long as you do one other thing”

Vi smiles allowing herself the smallest laugh “What thing?” she asks quietly..

He gently takes her hand in his “Caitlyn need you Vi… Lots of people need you. And to be around to help them, you have to start taking care of yourself. You need to sleep, and you need to eat. And.. you need to trust the woman you love to help you through these feelings” he says quietly

That slight panic return in her eyes as she shakes her head “I.. I can’t. She doesn’t need this.. I can’t be selfish”

Squeezing her hands reassuringly he chuckles “Selfish? In the short time I have known you I'd say you are perhaps the least selfish person I have ever met. And, Violet, do you honestly believe she doesn’t know? How do you think I found you?”

He watches realization dawn and Vi actually smiles which makes Tobias’s heart lift after seeing her so sad. “She really is smarter than everyone else” Vi chuckles ruefully

Tobias nods “She most certainly is… though we shall not admit it. So, what do you say? How about we both make sure we are there for her, like she needs us to be… Don’t make my mistakes Vi. Don’t let grief hollow you. You have a good heart, don't ever lose it”.

Vi looks at him with a moment of shock... but smiles. “I promise”

……………. Later that evening

Mel Medarda, possibly the only woman who could still look radiant so soon after a massive battle, softly opens the door of Caitlyn’s bed chamber to find it changed, decidedly for the better.

The large arm chair in which Vi had been keeping watch the last two weeks was now at the foot of the bed. Tobias himself sat quietly enjoying a book, a glass of water next to him, as Caitlyn slept soundly in her bed. And next to her, in a bed of her own but pulled flush with Caitlyn’s, Mel smiled with relief to see Vi, showered, still, and at peace, an empty plate of food on the ground by the bed.

“I see you were successful in your assignment from Caitlyn” Mel smiles, whispering softly as she walks in

Tobias nods “Indeed I was… I must thank you for all your help since the battle Mel. Having you here has been a blessing”.

Mel walks over and sighs with relief, Tobias looks better than she has seen him since Cassandra’s death. She places a hand on his shoulder. “Well why don’t you get some rest. I can watch over them and alert you if Caitlyn’s wounds get worse”.

Tobias sits quietly before gently shaking his head “I appreciate that you made the trek here, and I hope we will see you tomorrow… But it is the infinite privilege and honor for a father… to care for his daughters”.

#vi arcane #caitvi #arcane #arcane vi #tobias kiramman #fanfiction #feel free to make fun of me lol

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g0niki · 1 year ago

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can you do enha when you are sick and in the hospital for a while please

enha x gn!reader

word count: 710 (estimated 100 each)

contents: sick reader, fluffy enha

a/n: sorry, i do not know a single thing about the hospital so i just wrote enha when you’re sick.

heeseung ⋆｡°✩

⭑tending to your every need. he’s sitting in the room gaming at his computer but if he even hears you sniffle in the slightest he’s stopping his game and checking on you. ⭑”are you cold? is the bed uncomfortable? do you need soup?” he’s not quite sure what to do, but if you tell him he’s stopping everything in a moment to tend to you. ⭑once you fall asleep he’s sitting next to the bed, holding his hand to your forehead to check your temperature and kissing you on your temple. he just sits there concerned and makes sure to wake you up to take medicine.

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jay ⋆｡°✩ ⭑number one boyfriend for real. jay’s making you homemade soups, giving you your medicine on a schedule, making you take a shower to ‘scrub all the germs away’ somebody put a ring on him STAT. ⭑if you were to ask him to cuddle you he’d be slightly hesitant because he doesn’t want to get sick..but he can’t resist you he’ll be taking his vitamins and getting right under that blanket. ⭑he lets you sleep everything off and does all the house chores, doing his best to disinfect the area and give you peace of mind/ a proper break.

jake ⋆｡°✩

⭑he’s like the human version of a sad puppy. he hates seeing you sick like it pains him so much, he’s moping around and sitting on the floor next to the bed with the biggest pout on his face. ⭑holding your hand and feeding you soup, telling you “you have to eat something love.” with a big frown on his face. i don’t know if you’ve seen the video of him and won but if you suck at taking medicine he’s trying his best to encourage you and help you take it all! ⭑he wouldn’t know what to do, he’d be so bored not getting to talk to you and feel so hurt by the fact you’re sick, he hates seeing you feel so down.

sunghoon ⋆｡°✩

⭑the second he notices you’re getting sick he’s running to the store and picking up all the essentials. would come back with so many different teas, medicines, and vitamins. ⭑would make too much tea for you to handle, constantly trying to get you to drink them saying “you’ll feel better” hand playing in your hair/and massaging your scalp to ease your pain. ⭑giving you his clothes saying they’re more comfortable and wrapping his hands around you to lull you asleep and have you sleep it all off.

sunoo ⋆｡°✩

⭑if you’re sick sunoo is in full spoil-you mode. he’s making sure your pillows are fluffed and that you’re as relaxed as you can be, giving you his favorite comfort items. ⭑he’s the type to pull out the face masks and give you a whole sick self-care routine, massaging your shoulders and giving you kisses all over your face. ⭑most of the day is just a way to do self-care together and nap. sunoo big spooning and holding you tightly, watching movies and just relaxing together.

jungwon ⋆｡°✩

⭑would call jay and ask what to do, but once jay gives him a brief rundown he’s immediately tending to you and doing his very best to make sure you’re recovering quickly. ⭑would order soup and get a wet rag to place on your head and help bring down your temperature. he’s playing with your hands and using a dry towel to clean up any sweat off of you. ⭑tries his best to cheer you up and do activities that won’t tire you too much yet keep you occupied so you aren’t bored all day.

riki ⋆｡°✩

⭑he’s so pouty and not because you’re sick. i think he’d be upset that he can’t be all over you, i firmly believe riki would be so clingy so the two or three days that you are sick is the literal worst for him. ⭑he’d call his mom and ask her to help him make soup, you can hear him shuffling in the kitchen and asking how much seasoning he should put and things like that. ⭑nothing would stop him from getting up in bed next to you, playing with your hair cuddling, and still leaving pecks on your lips. best believe he’s also waking up sick the next morning.

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justhereformilgram · 6 months ago

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WARNING: Mouthwashing spoilers ahead?? it is a psychological horror game so there is a bit of blood and gore, themes of suicide, cannibalism, all that. So be sure to read the content warnings if you haven’t heard of it before but decide to check it out!

Anyways. I introduce milgramwashing. because I fell down the rabbit hole and loved the complex storytelling and horrific situations of the original game. HOWEVER, for this AU, it definitely will be a different sort of storyline because while I appreciate the hard subject matter Mouthwashing tackles, I don’t feel comfortable putting any of the milgram cast in those positions.. I do love to point out parallels, though, and things will definitely still go terribly wrong.

Just imagine they’re a different branch, a different ship, on the Pony Express— or should I say, the Jackalope Express?

(1) I was torn between making the MILGRAM (replacing Tulpar) just a delivery crew like the OG, or a ship carrying prisoners, closer to MILGRAM. Or prisoners who become a crew after an emergency happens and Es can’t handle it on their own. 🤷 None of this explains putting Es, a 15 year old in charge. Were they a child pilot prodigy? A nepo baby? Who knows. But they are Captain Es.

(2) Next is Yuno, the first one I drew so she’s in color! She’s a psychology intern, just learning the ropes, tagging along because she needs money to provide for her parent and little bro. Also she’s under a false name since idk how legal her side job was in the mouthwashing universe. The Anya parallels are… quite real, though in this case she would’ve gotten pregnant from her clients like in MILGRAM but before she got on the ship, and only realizing later, and then it becomes a whole situation. She becomes an assistant nurse to Shidou after the crash happens.

(3) Fuuta! I think he shares in Swansea’s grumpiness, and it does make sense for him to be an electric engineer or hacker due to his focus in tech. cough. not always for noble means. Haruka will be his intern he has to deal with—though he isn’t middle aged, I think a mentor/older brother and younger brother dynamic mirroring Swansea and Daisuke could be fun and tragic for them. Also Kotoko definitely slices him in the eye. I don’t know why or how, I just feel like it fits pretty well.

(4) As said before, Haruka is another intern without much experience, sent into space because his mother didn’t want to deal with him anymore. Harsh. Meanwhile, after her incident at her school, Muu’s parents paid big money to cover it up then shoehorn her into an “internship” where the authorities can’t get her. She gets the nicest room on the spaceship.

(5) Kazui! The muscle of the group, originally I gave him captain or pilot since he really does give Curly vibes (means well, hurts the women in his life anyways through inaction/telling the truth/lying) and he also has a mid life crisis. then all this happens. I’d imagine he’s fairly level headed and would’ve intervened in the Kotoko incident and the Crash. (Related somehow? I don’t know, I didn’t think the lore all the way through) Not fast enough to spare Mahiru, though… Mikoto is not an intern, but a very stressed mouthwashing sales representative part of the advertising sector. His job still sucks. He’s due for a breakdown at any moment. John was always there, but he probably comes out more during great times of stress, like the Crash. Maybe he’s partly responsible, trying to defend from Kotoko or something. In no way people are letting Amane onto the ship willingly so I made her a stowaway fleeing her conditions under the religious organization after she murdered her mom. She sneaks into a shipment of mouthwash or something idk. Shidou is doctor but in space. I imagine his family passed in a terrible, terrible accident and he did lots of medicine malpractice still.

(6) Finally, Kotoko and Mahiru. Kotoko needs to use that axe, it fits too well.. I do think the Crash, just like Trial 2, is a turning point, so she probably has some hand in the Crash as well, if not purposely then it might be from swinging that around recklessly. She still looks cool doing it, though! And Mahiru. I imagine she pulled a legally blonde and followed in her boyfriend’s footsteps to become a pilot. After he passed, she continued her schooling and ended up as co-pilot on MILGRAM. Tried to stop the ship from crashing from the asteroid, and got caught in the blast zone… I’m sorry Mahiru it’s just you’re the only one with many bandages as a character design element 😭 and it made too much sense 😭😖 I think she’s still cute though. I gave her Daisuke’s hibiscuses since I like that imagery

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elliespillowprincess · 1 year ago

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SHES MY DRUG

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pt 2

pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.

c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut next part!! mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, abby is readers mean ex (abby lovers im sorry, i still love her) angst, body dysmorphia, fatphobia, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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“hey did you hear about the music festival in town this weekend?” your friend, liliana, asks, making you wake up from the trance your computer put you in. you and liliana had been friends prior to college, meeting in your honors anatomy class in high school. with a similar career goal in mind, you two decided to go to the same college and become roomates. you two had been in your towns coffee shop for hours, trying to finish an assignment your biology professor gave you two.

“there’s a festival here? nobody ever comes out here.” you reply. nobody has ever done any concerts, festivals, or performances in your town. it was so small, they wouldn’t make enough profit so it just didn’t seem worth the trip. the only performances you ever saw were done by drunken men in your college bar.

“yeah! i don’t really know anyone that’s going though. it’d be nice to check out!”. she scrolls to find a post advertising the festival, with a list of who’s going. to nobody’s surprise, the list is small; 3 performers. “the tickets are only $50, we should go!!” she says whilst you’re reading the informative post. “i don’t know, lili, i mean who even are these people? is it even worth our money?” the idea of wasting your weekend at a festival, where you don’t know anyone playing, when you could be studying for finals makes you nervous.

“come onnn y/n, we can’t waste our uni years studying all the time! when we graduate, we’re gonna be swamped with med school work, might as well make the most out of the time we have!” liliana says cheerfully. sure, you could spare the hours, but you had so much on your plate. finals, work, and not even mentioning the fact you just broke up with your girlfriend of 4 years. you look at her face, she’s using puppy-dog eyes to hopefully persuade you into going. “i’ll think about it.”

you’re laying in your dorm room, back hunched over your laptop, with your hands in your hair. liliana was staying at her boyfriends house for the night, leaving you all alone. the amount of studying you’ve done in the past hours giving you a throbbing headache and double vision. you harshly close your laptop, saying “i’ll do it later.” in your head, lazily getting up to grab some advil from your medicine cabinet. you open the familiar bottle and pop a few pills into your mouth. walking to your bed, you plop down, and begin scrolling mindlessly on instagram.

then you remember what your friend was telling you about earlier, and you decide to look at your towns instagram. a new post making you curious as nothing had been posted since the fourth of july fireworks at the towns lake. you click on it, a flashy banner lighting up your screen.

GOLDWHIT GROVES FIRST EVER MUSIC FESTIVAL; FEATURING:

BEHIND THE ANGER

ELLIE WILLIAMS

DRAW MY BLOOD

THIS SATURDAY ONLY

you chuckle, finding the names of the bands amusing. one of them, however, drew your attention. the only one who was seemingly a solo performer, ellie williams. you decide to close your towns page and type the name into your search bar. your eyebrows raise at the amount of fan accounts this “ellie” has. you click on the only account with the blue verification symbol on it, her page filling your screen.

holy shit.

she was hot. like, really hot.

you click on her most recent post and it’s a video of her at one of her concerts. she’s playing an electric guitar furiously with gritted teeth. you hear girls screaming and see their hands reaching out trying to feel her. clearly, she craves all the attention so she pulls off her white wife beater, throwing it into the crowd. the screaming only intensifies as she has a douchey smile on her face. the video cuts of and you scroll through the different videos the post has, all of the same nature. you read the caption, “see you next time, dallas.” with no tags.

you open your messages app and begin typing to liliana.

you: ok maybe we should go to that festival i just stalked one of the performers and FUCKKK she’s hot

the bands have goofy names tho

“behind the anger” boy shaddup

you wait until you see the bubble appear, indicating she’s responding.

lili😦: TOLD U WE SHOULD GO! venmo me the money im buying tickets rn.

you laugh softly at her excitement to go, and open venmo, sending her $50. another message pops up.

lili😦: *photo attachment*

who were you looking at btw?

you open the message seeing the qr code for your ticket.

you: that ellie williams chick she looks like an asshole but a HOT asshole yk

i want her to play me like that guitar

gonna become a groupie😋

your tiredness takes over after texting lili for the past few hours, telling her goodnight and closing your phone.

the brightness of the morning sun wakes you up. it’s saturday, and thank GOD you had no classes today. you stay in your bed, opening tiktok. it kinda creeps you out that the first video is an edit of the girl you were gawking over last night. as the edit plays, you become even more excited for the festival later in the day. you look to the top of your screen for the time, 12:37. you partially curse yourself for letting yourself sleep in that late, getting up to brush your teeth.

lili😦: ARE U EXCITED FOR TN??

andrew is asking if he can come

smh he’s so clingy

kinda cute tho

the pinging of your phone causes you to finish brushing your teeth, spitting out the foam in your mouth and wiping your face.

you: i don’t mind

yall better not be like those concert couples

sitting on his shoulders n shit i’ll knock you off

you didn’t really mind as you’ve known andrew as long as you’ve know liliana. they’ve been together for the past six years, and you guys used to go on double dates with your ex all the time, it was like a little group.

lili😦: LMFAOOO we won’t

can we get ready tg 🥺

you have all the cute body glitter

you: sure come home whenever

you turn on the shower, grabbing a towel from the cabinet before hopping in. while washing your body, you begin thinking about what you’re gonna wear. you start to think about what ellie williams would notice you in, before laughing at yourself for being so delusional. she doesn’t know you, or care about you.

you’re just another girl.

hours had gone by, liliana and her boyfriend were hanging out at your shared apartment, pregaming and getting ready. the festival started at 4, and ended at 10. “hey y/n? where’s the-“ you walk in, and liliana is making a gawking face. “you look SO hot hello?” beaming at you. partially, you feel a little silly. you’re wearing the outfit she picked for you: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you have dark smudgey eye makeup, dark red lipstick, and star clips in your hair.

“i feel dumb.” you say, looking down and laughing at yourself. you never wore revealing clothes, being wayyyy too insecure to show yourself off this this. i mean, your boobs were spilling out of your shirt, your ass visible under your skirt, and your stomach uncovered. “shut the fuck up, you look good. we gotta leave soon- shit wait do you have pasties?”

as andrew drives the three of you to the concert, liliana in the front and you in the back, you become nervous. what if someone’s mean? what if something bad happens? what if it gets too cold? what if you start your period?

“y/n?” the calling of your name makes your head perk up. “we’re putting on that ellie chick, gotta know some of the music if you’re gonna SMASH her tonight!!” she says with a giggle. you roll your eyes as lili goes to her music app and selects her top song.

she’s my drug

the title pops up along with a photo of ellie lighting what looks like a joint. the song starts and it eases your nerves, her raspy voice over the melodic electric guitar makes a perfect combination. the excitement for the festival grows once again as the three of you near the festival.

you were kinda surprised at the amount of people that came. it looked like the entire town was there. there were a lot of unfamiliar faces wearing the bands merch. you saw a lot of girls wearing shirts with ellie williams’ tour dates on the back. “i hope the bands aren’t shit.” andrew says, laughing and getting out of the car. “at least we know one of the performers isn’t.” the three of you, out of the car, walk to the entrance. there were old-looking metal detectors that look like they were borrowed from the local police department. you all go through and have your bags checked and tickets scanned, walking towards the one and only stage.

the first band, behind the anger, got on stage. not many people were going crazy, but there were a few drunken men screaming their songs. liliana and andrew were enjoying them, but you were dying for something to drink, craving a shitty festival cocktail and a cigarette. tapping liliana on the shoulder, “hey, guys? i’ll be right back, i’m gonna grab something to drink.” you shout over the music. “alright, don’t take too long! your girlfriend should be out soon!” you roll your eyes laughing and shuffle your way out of the crowd.

walking up to the one and only vendor, you gaze on the menu. different beers, seltzers, cocktails, and liquors. “can i just cut infront of you? i gotta get up there soon.” you hear a voice behind you say. you turn around, partially offended and, holy shit.

it felt like a movie, a book, a fanfiction. what are the chances that she’s infront of you right now? you blink your eyes, not really believing what you’re seeing. nobody’s around you two besides the vendor, shocking as you’d expect girls flocking around her. it’s her. it’s ellie williams.

“excuse me?” you blurt out, not realizing how rude you sounded. i mean, you were just standing there, the only one in line, not moving. was it rude for her to ask. she kind of laughs at you, kissing her teeth. you got a good chance to look at her. she’s wearing cargo pants with a black wifebeater shirt that lifted slightly, allowing you to see what looks like abs, her tattoo covering her forearm, and her hair tied messily in a half-bun.

“i said,” she says, taking a half step towards you, “can i just cut infront of you?” you look around, dumbfounded. “no, you can’t. i’m ordering right now.” you say, matter-of-factly. you spin on your heels and order whatever shitty cocktail your eyes first land on and she chuckles at your behavior. the vendor types it into his tablet. “that’ll be $9.24. cash or card?” you open your purse, looking for the $10 bill you stuck in your purse for this exact reason. of course, like a fucking movie, it’s gone. “sorry just give me one sec.” you say, furiously looking through your purse, embarrassed.

“i got it, put it with mine. lemme get a rum coke.” the girl says flatly, slightly pushing you aside. you roll your eyes at the push and step aside, very embarrassed at the entire interaction. you grab a cigarette from your purse and attempt to light it, but the fluid is all out.

of course. how much more cliché could this get? ellie puts her card away in her wallet and shoves it into her front pocket as the vendor goes to make the two drinks. “need help?” she says, reaching her hand into her pocket and getting out a lighter, it was black and very scratched up. “these are bad for you, y’know?” she says in a cocky tone before grabbing her own and lighting it. the two of you were so far away from the rest of the crowd it that it was almost quiet.

“i’m studying to be a doctor, i know.” you say, the cigarette hanging limply between your lips still attempting to light it. “what’s a smart girl like you doing smoking and drinking then huh? you’re the one who’s supposed to tell people not to.” she says, bringing the lighter to the stick in your mouth and lighting it for you, the closeness of your face to her hands making you nervous. “pineapple cocktail and a rum coke?” you hear the vendor shout; the moment breaks and ellie pushes the lighter into her pocket before grabbing the two drinks, handing you yours before turning around and waving slightly, with the cigarette in her mouth.

“see you up there, doll.”

“bitch you will not believe what just happened” you say, finally making it back to where andrew and liliana were after having to shove through the crowd, almost spilling your drink all over yourself. “i just spoke t-“ the sound of screams interrupts your sentence and people push you and your friends forward, trying to get closer to the stage. you look up to see what is making people so eager, and see her. and holy shit, does she look good on stage. “how are we doing tonight, goldwhit grove?” she says into the mic, making the squeals of the girls around you erupt even louder, some drunkenly trying to take their shirts off before their more sober friends stop them.

after speaking into the mic for a bit about god knows what, you could barely hear her, she strums her guitar making people scream even louder. “what should we start out with?” she slurs into the mic. she looks like she’s on something, but what musician isn’t. you hear people screaming different names you haven’t heard of, before she says “she’s my drug? that’s all yall wanna hear.” she laughs before starting the song. it is her top song for a reason, it sounds phenomenal. you’re trying to enjoy your time, but the amount of people pushing you and stepping on your feet is annoying you.

after a few songs you hear her voice echo, “guys, let’s back it up a bit, you’re crushing people.” part of you wants to think she said that because she was looking at you, but you reality check yourself quickly. nobody listened, and you feel someone step on your heel for the hundredth time, finally deciding to say something.

“did you not hear her? i can barely breathe dude chill out.” you say to the drunken girl behind you. she looks angry, angry that you had the balls to speak up. she shoves you aggressively, making you bump into the person in front of you. now they’re mad at you too, for bumping into them so harshly. you try defending yourself when you feel a cold drink splashed on your chest. your final straw.

you shove your way out of the crowd, leaving behind your friends and deciding you’ll wait until ellie’s performance is over to join them again. once youre out, you make eye contact with the girl on stage. she has her head low and it almost looked like she was looking at you. you get lost on her, she’s playing so aggressively but strategically. before your imagination goes too far, you see her look around to the rest of the crowd, girls screaming when they look her direction.

you walk away, deciding to take a seat on the grass and light a cigarette while you wait. there were a lot of other people sitting around you, assuming they left for the same reason. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n?”

you look up, and it’s her. why the fuck did she have to be here? you were actually enjoying yourself, besides the few rude people, and she had to show up and ruin it all.

“what the fuck are you doing here abby?” you spit out. you’re furious. you haven’t spoken to her in a few weeks, and there were actually days you didn’t think about her at all. “hey, i was just trying to be nice. what are you all butt hurt about?” she says, towering over you sitting on the grass. she always made you feel small, not just physically, but mentally too. you sigh, not wanting to let her control your emotions any longer. the partially-distant sound of ellie’s guitar stopped, making it seem so much more quiet.

“you here with ava?” you spit out at her. she looks like she took that offensively, even though she was the one who cheated on you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she says back, her tone becoming more aggressive. you push your cigarette into the grass, putting it out and standing up. “what are you wearing?” now that you’re closer, you notice her cheeks are red, and so are her eyes. she’s crossed. you know how she acts when she’s drunk, so you simply gather your things, trying to ignore the entire situation and join your friends. the people who were previously around you had gotten up to go back to the stage as ellie had gotten off.

“where are you going?” it sounds like she expects you to stay. to come running back. to cling to her. “to my friends.” you flatly state while walking away. you feel a hand grab your wrist. “i’m talking to you, y/n. it’s rude to walk away from people when they’re talking to you, y’know?” her tone is that of mockery. like you’re a child and she’s trying to teach you a lesson. “did the breakup make you gain that much weight? god i really ruined you huh?” you try to yank your hand away, “let go of me abby, seriously it’s not funny.” her grip doesn’t subside and only grows stronger, making you wince.

“she said no dude, can you not take a hint?”

you turn around and see ellie walking towards the conflict. this is so cliche. “are you a groupie now?” abby laughs at you, and as soon as she says that ellie shoves her off. as attractive as ellie was, abby was stronger. she was built, and she could take down almost anyone. “stop, this is dumb.” you say as they get close to each other. “yeah, yeah it is. don’t know why i’m getting all mad over a groupie slut. you can have her.” she says, walking out of the venue. you see a ditsy blonde girl following after her asking if she’s okay as she furiously walks, not responding to her. you try not to cry at her words, why does she still have such an effect on you?

“you okay?” you hear ellie asking you, almost forgetting she was there. “yeah- yeah. sorry about that. and thank you.” you say, extremely embarrassed while wiping your tears. she’s just looking at you. not saying anything. she didn’t know what to say.

“wanna go get a drink to cheer you up?”

that’s how you ended up in a random bar, with ellie fucking williams. after she asked you to drinks, she took you to the back stage, careful not to be spotted by any fans, where she grabbed her bags and headed for the exit. she was able to sober up before the ride home. while walking out, girls spotted her, running up and asking for her auto graph. she obliged for a few until one asked to sign her boobs, “i gotta go, girls.” her bodyguards following behind the two of you making them back off. you were expecting a van or a car, but no.

she rides a motorcycle.

she just got hotter.

lifting the seat, she tosses her bag into the large compartment, replacing the extra helmet which she handed to you. your heart was racing, you’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before. you nervously put the helmet on your head. “here, lemme help.” she says, pulling the band tightening the helmet ensuring it’s on tight, before tapping it lightly and swinging a leg over her motorcycle. she reached her bent elbow out, waiting for you to use her to help you get on. you grab onto her arm and swing your leg over, getting more comfortable.

“hold on.”

“so where’d you hear my music?” she says, babysitting another rum and coke looking at you intently. she was careful not to drink too much knowing she had to drive home. the two of you had been at the bar for two hours, just talking. a few people coming up every so often to get her autograph. “i actually just only heard about it the other day, through the festival.” you say shyly, hoping she won’t take offense. she laughs softly looking down. “i guess it’s a good thing for me huh? got another monthly listener and a pretty girl talking to me.” everything she says is so blunt, so easy.

you start to wonder how many other girls she’s charmed with the same line.

“wanna head out?” she says. “you can come back to mine- fuck, i can take you to yours. sorry, that sounded desperate.” she laughs, picking up the two helmets and your purse, handing it to you. with the bill paid, the two of you walked to her bike. she opens the door and waits for you to walk through.

“why don’t we go back to yours?” you say boldly. she looks surprised, and sets her helmet on her bike, placing yours gently on your head. she puts hers on, hops on the bike, and helps you get on.

“alrighty.”

you didn’t know how much you’d actually like being on a motorcycle. there’s so much adrenaline, she’s speeding through cars and air is whipping around the helmet. your chest is pushed tightly to her back, your hands wrapped around her waist. luckily, her wearing her helmet made it impossible for people to spot her, making it an easy ride back to her hotel, the only hotel in town. parking her bike in a designated spot, she holds her arm out allowing you to slide off easily, her following behind you. she opens up the bikes seat, grabbing her backpack, and locks it.

“we should hurry before someone spots you!” you giggle. the alcohol making you feel so light and ditsy, following her to her room like a lost puppy. she pulls the key out and unlocks it, holding the door for you and locking it after you. she tosses her things on the hotels desk as you lay down on her bed. smiling to yourself.

“what’cha smiling about pretty girl?”

you giggle, tapping the bed indicating her to lay next to you. “this doesn’t feel real” you laugh out as she crawls on the bed, “i mean, im living every gay girls dream right now, hello? i’m in a hotel with ellie *hic* williams!!” she laughs at your drunken state, reaching to the bedside mini fridge to grab a seltzer. “you’re cute, y/n”. your ears kinda perk up, not remembering when you told her your name.

“how do you know my name?” you say, squinting your eyes at her. she cracks open the can. “calm down, princess, i heard it when that dick was talking to you earlier.” you notice she becomes a little annoyed. “i’m glad i took money out of her pocket but fuck, i got douches at my show.” she takes a long drink from her can. your rose-colored glasses didn’t even care about abby right now, or how much ellie hated her from their first interaction, you just wanted more of her.

you snuggle closer to her, wanting to breathe her in. you’re on the left side of her, laying on your side as she’s on her back. the level of intimacy between the two of you makes your head spin. you guys just met. part of you feels bad that she, a fucking rockstar, probably wants more than a simple conversation and cuddling. you sit up slightly, trying to remove your shirt, “hey, what are you doing?” she says, looking confused. you’re struggling to take your shirt off, it being tight and you being drunk. “feel bad. you probably get girls eeeeveryday doin this.. know why you’s wanted m’here so- so i’ll do it.” your works are slurring and hardly making sense and you’re starting to get frustrated. partially from not being able to take off the uncomfortable shirt, and part from not wanted anything sexual now, not in this state and not when you hardly know her.

she grabs your hands and stops you, making you look at her. “hey, i don’t wanna do anything, ‘kay? we can watch a movie after i get you some clothes to change into.” you put your arms down watching her get up and get an oversized band tee. “don’know if it’ll fit, els.” you say, sadly. she turns around, waiting for you to try it on. “just try it, princess.” you try taking the shirt off again, but just can’t. you get so frustrated you start tearing up, making her turn around and help you. “m’gonna take it off okay?” you nod, lifting your arms as she helps you take your shirt off. “don’t look!!” you say, laughing and pushing her away. she turns around, laughing, “okay, okay” allowing you to put the shirt on and take your bra off from under the shirt. finally, you slip your skirt off.

“done!” you say, smiling watching her turn around as she makes eye contact with you, her face turning pink. she walks towards you, smiling down at you on the bed. “wanna watch a movie?” she asks, picking up a remote and a bag of what looks like joints, pulling one out along with the lighter in her pocket. you nod, asking “can i have one?” she closes the bag, replying “you’re way too drunk, sweetheart.” she flicks on the tv, putting on whatever shitty movie was playing on the hotel tv at the time. you both crawl under the bed, cuddling up into her. you hear a familiar click of the lighter, and the sound of the paper and weed burning. she plays with your hair, making you more and more sleepy, drifting off into a deep sleep state.

the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.

what the fuck happened last night?

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams fluff #eillie williams x reader #rockstar ellie #rockstar gf #ellie williams smut

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f4ggydog · 4 months ago

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lottie begging to suck shaunas tits

what anon asks for anon gets

“come on, baby.” lottie paws at shauna’s arm, her eyes pleading for a taste. but the puppy dog look isn’t going to win shauna over so easily. shauna scoffs and rolls her eyes, somewhat amused but mostly irritated at the performance lottie’s putting on.

“first of all, i told you not to call me that. second of all, you’re not going to. you’re so weird for this lottie, really.”

lottie couldn’t give much of a rat’s ass if shauna found her weird. being perceived as normal wasn’t her main priority. nobody had any sense of normalcy out in the wilderness. they were focused entirely on survival, only on ensuring food and water was had. they accepted their role as outcasts when they crashed into the middle of nowhere.

“it’s necessary,” lottie attempts to convince. “it’ll help the birth. it’ll allow the birth to go more smoothly.”

“how will it make the birth go more smoothly, lottie? did the fucking dead birds tell you that? no, it’s weird. why would i let you do this?”

“shauna, i know you might not be so eager right now. but i know what you need. this is a direct message given to me. just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

”lottie, this is insane. no, i’m not gonna let you suckle from my tits like you’re nursing from me. that’s so fucking odd.”

“just relax.” lottie inches closer, resting her hands on shauna’s shoulders. “and don’t worry about it too much. i promise i won’t tell anyone, baby.”

“don’t call me that,” shauna snarls, reluctantly being pulled closer by lottie.

“you’ll always be my baby.” lottie cups shauna’s chin. “no matter what you believe, i’m gonna help you with this baby. jeff’s not here. only me and the others. and as the wilderness’ messenger, there’s no better fit.”

lottie stares deeply into shauna’s eyes and her hand never leaves shauna’s chin. she’s not leaving her alone. she’s getting a yes, whether hesitant or a hundred percent eager. shauna exhales, but refuses to lift her shirt. she’s pregnant. shauna can’t deal with this extra bullshit on top of the stress she’s already possessed.

lottie’s eyes are needy, big and doe-like. she’s hungry for shauna’s medicine, starving for the juices of her baby’s mother. (it’s jeff’s, but lottie’s gone and convinced herself that shauna doesn’t need that man anymore. lottie mind as well play the dad role.)

“you won’t stop bugging me about it until I let you, will you?” shauna grumbles.

“just once, baby.” lottie pokes shauna’s chest. “I’ll be quick. i swear it.”

shauna obliges with great trepidation and lifts her shirt up, even if she’s certain it won’t be ‘just once.’

#lottie matthews #shauna shipman #lottie yellowjackets #shauna yellowjackets #lottieshauna #yellowjackets fanfiction #yellowjackets

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pizzagame4000 · 1 year ago

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NOISETTE THEMED DOODLE DUMP ft. cheesecake and the spouses

copious hazel headcanons under the cut because i can’t help myself

first off: her name is Hazel 👍🏻 ik that’s a common one but it’s literally perfect… canon info to me

her favorite thing to do, besides making experimental food, is actually exercising! she’s an incredibly skilled acrobat and stunt artist, so she needs to be fit for that, but she also just enjoys letting the excess energy out bc she gets really cranky otherwise. she’s toned af and could wipe the floor with you - she doesn’t go around picking fights for no good reason, but if she did… heehee

she has such an unending well of passion for all of her interests that some find her to be too much but she dgaf… she’s unabashedly autistic and does NOT care if you don’t want to hear her infodump about obscure cheeseslime genetics, she will do it anyways

i like to think that, although she is very bubbly, she has an insane morbid streak that catches people off guard. she loves talking about anatomy and gross-out subjects to anyone who can stomach it, and cracks the most fucked up jokes - it’s one of the reasons her and noise get along so well. she is thinking about blood and guts because she thinks it’s interesting!!!! she will give you hyperspecific graphic threats of violence if you make her mad!!! teehee!!

i would put her at like… chaotic neutral but leaning towards good. she has an almost scientific fascination with violence and seeing what kinds of stress a body can take, and doesn’t mind watching shit unfold instead of helping… unless something actually super fucked up is going on (like way past canon typical pizza tower violence), she’s not going to bat for you lol she’s gonna grab a camera and clipboard

her interest in anatomy branches out into a love for biology, medicine and health in general - as much as she loves watching her boyfriend beat the shit out of some chump on live tv, she also loves studying how different creatures work and how to treat injuries. she almost became a doctor! but she didn’t like the rigid schedule and pressure, so she fostered her interest in dance and gymnastics, and went into television as a stunt double instead. that’s actually how she met noise! that’s why they look so much alike - she was told to inquire NTV for a job because of the resemblance. noise thought she was so cool she was asked to be his co-star instead, and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

sometimes she gets tired of the noisette persona, but she does genuinely like theo, so it’s hard. she’s been more busy with this NTV gig (that’s looking more like a full blown career) than she would like, so that’s why she opened her cafe - to do something else for once dammit!! she likes weird shit, food included!!!

i have two shipping scenarios i like, so consider these parallel universes - hazel x vigi, and hazel x vigi x noise

if you don’t like negative takes on the noise relationship i’d recommend skipping to 2 ^_^

1. her relationship with noise deteriorates bc noise can’t accept the fact that hazel doesn’t wanna be noisette all the time! they’re so busy, he barely even makes time for her anymore - he barely even tolerates her! it’s not until vigi comes into the picture that she realizes she doesn’t have to deal w that mess. but it sucks cuz noise isn’t just her bf, but also like!!! a big part of her career!!! and she does genuinely love him but he’s just!!! an uncommunicative ass!!! it culminates in hazel leaving him and crashing at vigi’s farm because fuck it, it’s her life she does what she wants. she will kiss the cheese AND rebuild her tv career, on her own terms this time baybee

2. noise and hazel still have that issue but they actually communicate like adults and fix their relationship problems, so none of that shit happens! happy ending! hazel has her own life and theo actually lets his gf know he loves her! woah! enter vigi, in: “we saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe…” imagining vigi as a third to hazel and theo, completely out of his depth but too bisexual to care, is SO funny to me lol… like hazel and him are probably the only two together at first but over time he and theo warm up to each other more (gay intent) and it’s perfect

#pizza tower #noisette #cheesecake #pizza tower cheesecake #noisecouple #the noise #theodore noise #the vigilante #pizza tower vigilante #headcanons #noisette x vigilante #noisette x noise #i could make an entire oc out of this lol. love adding depth to characters that don’t have much in canon #she deserves it 💯#minor blood tw #just being cautious #don’t think i need to tag the legs joke but 💀 idk how i would anyways #ask to tag #i guess lol

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charliehoennam · 11 months ago

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from cramps to comfort

a/n: my bestie @harmonity-vibes has been having a bit of a tough day and i just wanted to make something nice for her. luv u, hon 💗

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

summary: you're on your period, everything sucks so tommy makes it his mission to help you feel better

warnings: mentions of blood, period, fluff, language, not proof-read

Getting off of work is the only thing you've been looking forward to the entire day. All you can think about is getting home and stewing yourself in a nice, hot bath to relief the aching cramps you’ve been feeling.

The day started off terribly wrong right off the bat. You had felt the cramps settling in the previous day and you even set a pad to try and prevent any accidents, but that was a total failure.

You woke up to the large red stain on your bedsheets and you just knew it was going to be one of those days.

As if the staining paranoia and the gut-twisting cramps weren’t enough to make you constantly uncomfortable, you also struggled to deal with your stupid fucking hormones.

Everything and everyone have been annoying or frustrating you for the past couple days. You hate that you feel like ripping everyone’s heads off and having their spleen for dessert. It’s not their fault; you’ve even managed to piss yourself off to the brink of tears. You just can’t help it.

You had no choice, but to brace yourself for the day. You thought about calling in sick, but you figured you could suck it up and face the day. It’d be over quickly and there was so much that you had to do.

After a hot shower to clean yourself up, you got dressed and took your phone from its charger by your nightstand in your rush to catch up with the clock.

Seeing Tommy’s name on the screen almost makes you forget about the pain.

“Morning, beautiful 🥰 Feeling better? Hoped we could have dinner together tonight?”

You read his message, but you have no time to write back. You’re running late thanks to your alarm and mother nature, so you scramble through your apartment to grab everything you could need.

The minute you lock your door, your phone starts buzzing. You lift it up to see who’s calling you and see your boyfriend’s face smiling back at you.

“Hey, Tommy”

“Morning, baby. You missed your alarm again?”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to set it last night. I really passed out, I was so tired.”

He can hear your footsteps going down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance.

“Are you feeling any better though? You said you were feeling icky yesterday.”

“And now I know why. I got my period.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, babe. Just Mother Nature being a bitch.”

“Is there anything I can d-“

“Fucking son of a bitch” you grumble as you push the stuck door to open. “Door never works. Sorry, babe. What did you say?”

“I asked if there’s anything I can do?”

“No, Tommy” you say holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you fish for your bus pass in your bag. “Fuck!” you groan. “Why can’t anything go right today?”

“What happened?”

“I gotta go back for my stupid fucking bus pass. I forgot it at home.”

“Baby, lemme give you a ride. I’m just a couple blocks over anyways.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to work? I don’t wanna make you late.”

“You won’t be, alright? Just wait there and I’ll pick you up, ok?”

“Alright, Tommy. Thank you so much.”

“See you in ten minutes, babe.”

You hang up and sit on the curb to wait for your boyfriend. The cold air tightens your muscles and you’re reminded of the pain in your core. You took medicine in your morning rush, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to numb it out entirely.

You sit and wait with your head tucked down over your arms. You’re so ready for the day to end.

Tommy soon arrives to pick you up as promised, but the wide grin on his face quickly disappears when he realizes how shitty you’re actually feeling.

It breaks his heart to see you in pain and feeling down in the dumps. He’s got a natural instinct for making people laugh and feel good. Not being able to do even that makes him feel useless.

It reminds him of the mental breakdown his brother went through years ago. Although he's gotten better and was able to return to his family a recovered man, depression hits him from time to time when he remembers what he had to endure.

Tommy never fails to cheer him up and remind him that he's a survivor. He might not be a doctor, but he does whatever he can to remind his loved ones that they are loved.

He listens to you vent on route to your workplace, making encouraging remarks when you mention your driving test is today during your lunch break. Tommy does his best to lift your spirits and reminds you of how well you’ve done during his lessons.

He’d been teaching you for the past couple weeks and, although he says you’ve improved a lot, you’re still nervous about the test because the instructor you were paired up with wasn’t exactly the friendliest of folks. It also didn’t help that Tommy is your boyfriend; he could be a little biased.

As you arrive at work, you thank him for the ride and kiss him good-bye. The hand he sets on your cheek makes you want to cancel the entire day just to be with him.

“Hey… All you gotta do is try the best you can today. And if it doesn’t go well, there’s always a tomorrow.”

His gentle voice chases your worries away.

“I know, baby. Thank you. Wish me luck?”

“All the luck in the world, sweetheart. Lemme know how it goes?”

“I will,” he pecks you once more before you climb out of his truck.

“Dinner at your place or mine?” he questions rolling the window down.

“Uhm, mine? Is that ok?”

“Fine by me, beautiful. Have a nice day. Love you!”

“Love you too” you chuckle and step back to let him roll the window back up. Tommy waits until you’re safely in the building to drive away.

Despite your best efforts, the day does not go as well as you had hoped.

The driving test was a total dud. Your instructor was a grade-A asshole. Your boss is riding you over some stupid report he managed to lose and accused you of not handing it in. Your insides feel like knives are churning in your walls. The headache you already took a second dose of painkillers after lunch still persists.

You can’t stop watching the clock and it seem that, as it gets closer to clock-out, time seems to go by even slower.

While you wither away at work, Tommy heads to the local drugstore. Standing the middle of the aisle, he stares at the vast variety of pads and tampons with a store basket in hand.

"What the f-" he whispers to himself as his eyes roam around in confusion. "Why does there have to be so many?"

His brows furrow like he's trying to build a spaceship. He picks one up to read the packaging. It might as well be in a foreign language because nothing makes sense to him.

He has no idea what difference between a pantyliner and overnight pad is. He doesn't understand why the tampons come in sizes.

Desperately confused, he whips his phone to dial his brother's number.

"Sam, hey! You got a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm trying to get some lady shit for my girlfriend, but I don't understand any of this stuff."

"Yeah, I've been there before."

"Like how do i know what her size is? Is it like the size of her lady bits?"

"No," Sam chuckles. "It's according to her flow."

"How the fuck do i know that?"

"Just get the medium tampons when in doubt. And I'd suggest taking overnight pads. Some girls don't like sleeping with tampons."

"Alright. What are wings though? Should I get them with or without the wings?"

"They're like parts that open up and stick to the underwear, so it doesn't keep moving around. I always get the ones with wings."

Tommy nods and places the phone to hold with his shoulder as he grabs the products from the shelves and sets them in the basket.

"You should probably take some Pamprin too. Midol doesn't work for every girl."

"What the fuck is that?" he frowns.

"Medicine for cramps, Tommy. And my tip? When you're in her bathroom, take pictures of the brands she uses so you don't forget."

"Fuck, I didn't think of that. I gotta do that. Thanks, man."

With 5 minutes left of the extra hours you had to put in due to the driving test, you gather your things and head to the bathroom for a quick tampon change before starting your journey home on the bus.

You haphazardly wrap your scarf around your neck and hook your jacket on to finally make your long-awaited exit, thankfully the day is done.

The door flies open as you eagerly walk outside, but you freeze in your stride as you see Tommy standing in the parking lot, stood against his truck smoking a cigarette as he waits for you in the blistering cold.

He grins watching your face light up at the surprise.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“Not too long,” he lies. He’s freezing his balls off, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, especially since the intention was to surprise you. “I thought you could use a ride.”

“I most definitely can,” you nod walking towards him as he stomps his cigarette out.

He flashes a dopey smile as he cranes his head to kiss you hello. He tastes like smoke, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to see him and to feel his prickly beard on your skin.

“Got a couple things for you,” he smirks down at you.

“Oh? Like what?”

“You gotta get home and see,” he chuckles slyly.

You and Tommy had given each other a copy of your home keys as a special milestone in your relationship. It was a major step for him. His time in prison taught him to appreciate his freedom and personal space more, so allowing you to come and go freely meant he trusts you beyond comprehension.

“Just tell me there’s food. I really don’t wanna cook tonight.”

“There’s food, baby. I promise,” he smirks opening the passenger door to help you climb inside.

After a short straight drive home, you head up to your apartment and gasp as you walk inside.

On the table, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in a pretty vase. That wasn’t there before. On the breakfast bar, you see you a box of pizza along with your favorite chips and chocolates all arranged neatly.

“There’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer too. And,” he pauses to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag off the counter. “I wasn’t sure what products you like better. I don't really understand this stuff but I got you medium tampons, night pads, Pamprin and some fuzzy socks,” he grins proudly. “I just thought they were cute.”

You laugh as you walk over to hug him, tears prickling at your eyes.

“Baby, this is so thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

“Are you crying?” he asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but to be fair, I’ve cried like three time today already. It’s beyond my control. I’m just so tired and in pain all the time.”

“Aw, baby. I’m sorry. That’s gotta be tough. Is there anything else I can do? I-I can run you a bath? Hot water helps, right?” You nod in agreement.

The bubble bath you soak in melts your pain away. It could just be the medicine working, but the warmth of the water provides the relief you’ve been seeking the whole day.

Looking over at the feminine products on the bathroom sink counter, you smile to yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky with Tommy.

He might be a little rough around the edges. He smokes, he curses like a sailor, he’s got a temper, but he also takes care of you so well unlike any of your exes ever have before or at least he tries to.

“How you doing in there, sweetheart?” he smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts as he leans in the doorway already dressed in his warm sweatpants and white t-shirt.

“This feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, baby. But the pizza’s all heated up. You need to eat too.”

“I know, I’m just so tired to move.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to help?” he asks genuinely worried. “I can dry you off and-and, you know…p-put it in you?”

You follow his hands as he reaches for the open box of tampon and takes one out to study it curiously.

“How the hell do you get this inside though?” he asks frowning confusedly as he lifts the box to read the instructions.

“Where’s the applicator? Wait, was I supposed to buy that too? Does that come separately?”

Despite his eagerness to help, you can tell he’s slightly nervous of the idea of putting a tampon in you. The instruction and the product alone have him so baffled.

Your laughs echo through the bathroom as he blushes and chuckles along shyly.

“I’m just saying, I ain’t scared of a little blood.”

“Thanks, babe. But I got it under control.”

#tommy cahill #tommy cahill x reader #tommy cahill x you #tommy cahill x y/n #tommy cahill fic #tommy cahill imagine #tommy cahill fanfic #tommy cahill fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal fic #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #brothers 2009

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rhodesrider · 1 year ago

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hi, could you write something with judgment day!cargiver x reader!little where the little is sick and doesn't want to take her scary medicines (like injections or suppositories)

Running Away

CG! Judgement Day x Y/N Fem! Little! Reader (Special guest Seth R.)

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Mentions of Regression, crying, mediation fear, comfort

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“Yea just give me a second I’ll catch up!”

Seth yelled back at Cody and Sami as he walked in to the locker room humming and opening his locker. He grabbed his bag and turned around soon seeing a figure hiding in the showers behind the curtain. He was curious and slowly walked towards it hearing sniffling and shuffling. He pulled back the curtain and was confused. “Y/N? What are you hiding in the men’s room for?” He whispered. He looked close seeing she’s been crying from her puffy eyes. “Hey, are you ok?” Y/N was non verbal, she didn’t wanna speak at all. Seth squatted down some sighing. “Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head no. Soon Seth heard a faint yelling, Rhea was looking for her. “You’re hiding from them again about your meds?” He summed up. This isn’t the first time this happened, when JD was on smackdown and trying to get her to take her meds she hid in the bloodlines lounge room. Roman caught her and calmed her down seeing she regressed and she panicked not wanting her meds. But he reported her in and she had to take them. She did that in the women’s locker room, and Charlotte and Becky found her, they were actually in the middle of a verbal fight which made Y/N panic more but they calmed down and helped her together, got Rhea and took her meds.

Seth sighed and got up sitting on the bench in front of her, “I know it’s scary. But those help make you feel better Y/N.” She didn’t say a word still just stood in the corner. “You know I take them too.” She looked up some curious. “I take them for my back injury, and they help so much so I can continue my job.” Seth smiled. “Yours helps so you don’t have to feel sick or anything.” Seth explained as he pulled out his phone. “Becky had to help me so I can get better too.” He showed a picture of Becky and him taking a picture in the physical therapy office. “And trust me it was hell.” She looked at the photo and smiled. Seth patted the seat next to him and she slowly went over. Sitting down he pulled out another photo, him looking miserable. Y/N frowned seeing Seth in pain like that, “We all have to fight Y/N, even if it sucks.” He smiled and pulled out his pain meds shaking them some. “I already took mine, now I’m going to dinner with the guys and play video games at home with the wife.” He got up getting his things together. “Gotta stop running kid.” She frowned and felt bad, hearing the faint yelling of her name again from Damien and Finn this time.

“Want me to tell them you’re in here? Or you need a friend to walk with you?” She looked over and she nodded. Grabbing his hand they walked out together, she was nervous biting her nails since this isn’t the first time and she gets in trouble everytime. Rhea was looking around the stage and soon saw Y/N with Seth. She kept her cool because she didn’t want Y/N to cry. “Found her.” She yelled and the guys stopped looking getting back to Rhea. Rhea ran up to Y/N relieved knowing when stuff happens like this she’s regressed and scared. “I’m so sorry Seth I-“ “It’s cool me and her had a conversation and hopefully this is the last time she runs away.” Y/N felt so bad, it’s just too much when she has to take them. “Her side effects are what she hates the most, I can’t do much about it..” Rhea said feeling bad herself wishing there was a better way to deal with what Y/N deals with. “Just make her feel comfortable, that’s all you can do.” The guys caught up finally happy they found Y/N. Starting to feel worst, Y/N shed a few tears hugging on Damien sniffling. “It’s ok baby we aren’t mad but this has to stop.” He said in a soft tone. “I know the meds don’t make you feel the best either but I assure you it’s to never harm you.” Finn said as well giving her a forehead kiss. Rubbing her tears away, Rhea smiled. “Please please princess no more running.” Y/N thought for a moment thinking about the wrestlers comforting her, Seth was the one that took the cake. Showing her that it’s gonna be tough yes but you have to beat the odds and fight through it. She nodded and Rhea gave a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” Rhea said to Seth. “I’m glad to help. Now imma get going we are all going out to eat.” “Can I come?” A soft voice said. Seth looked down seeing a pouting face that was also hungry. “Come on, not the eyes.” Y/N batted them some and he folded. “Fine fine, stop with the face. You guys can come.” They celebrated and followed along to the car. But still the meds were needed to be taken.

At the little get together, Y/N stared at the pill. Sitting in her pill box, glaring at it not wanting it at all. Her caregivers giving her eye contact and even Seth Cody and Sami worried. She sighed and she got the juice taking the pill quick. They were all relieved. “Can I have sweets now?” Rhea smiled. “Yes baby you can have sweets, I’m so proud of you.” She hugged Y/N happy she didn’t have to force her or make her cry knowing how much she hated it. Y/N peeked at Seth and he winked going back to his conversation. She smiled and soon was rewarded with the sweets she desired after eating her food. Later in the car, she wasn’t even tired but her head was a bit foggy, Rhea held her close and hummed to her as she fell into rest.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #age regression #agere headcanons #judgement day

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Hey Softxsuki; nice to meet you, I'm

Mitsuya's Babygirl.

I don't know if you consider this urgent request, But if you are okay with it.

Can I get a request with female sick reader who has vary bad allergies such as dry stuffy nose, painful ear ache at same time drainage in the ear into the throat , arthritis pain in the upper body, vary sore throat and upset stomach.

On top being vary emotional when not well and being vary clingy too.

Reader wants lots of love and care.

Reader wants Shinichiro Sano, Manjiro Sano, and Izana Kurokawa to stay by her side. She just to cuddles and by cuddle I mean being right up against them in bed grip their shirt because it bring Reader comfort. Reader also would like to get get forehead kisses, and to be care for.

I do not feel too good; bad allergies, dry stuffy nose, painful ear ache and drainage in the ear which cause my throat to hurt, arthritis pain in the shoulder,neck,part of my arm too, and upset stomach.

On top be vary emotional right now, I don't know why, but when I don't feel good; I get vary emotional and cry for no reason. I want some one to care for me and cuddles in bed, give me forehead kisses, and let me grip Their shirt for comfort unlit I fell asleep. 🤒🤧🥺

Shinichiro and Mikey (Separate) Comforting Reader When She's Sick

Pairings: Shinichiro x Fem!Reader, Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick/not feeling well

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 630

Summary: In which Shinichiro and Mikey comfort you through your sickness that you got from your allergies

[A/N: Hey! Nice to meet you! Thank you for your patience! Unfortunately I don't write for Izana, so I had to exclude him. I also just recently added Shinichiro to my writing list (I still don't know a ton about him) so apologies if his part is shorter or not as accurate as I'd like it to be. I hope this does give you some comfort though. I hope you're feeling better, but if not, I'm sending you all my well wishes that you get better soon! Enjoy <3]

Shinichiro:

Gets so nervous

Thinks you’re about to die and debates whether he should take you to the hospital or not but just let him know that you’re this way because of your allergies, that should calm him down

He’s at your service–whatever you need he’ll bring it to you

Doesn’t really want to get sick as well, but if you ask him to stay near you and allow you to cling to him while you were sick, he wouldn’t say no

So he sucks it up and decides to accept the sickness that will eventually befall him as well

It pains him to see you in so much discomfort and pain, he knows what it feels like to be unwell of course, and wishes you didn’t have to go through the same thing

Internally starts to freak out when you cry because he genuinely doesn’t know how to help you feel better other than give you the medicine you have in your house and hold you close

He’d run his fingers through your hair as you cling to his shirt and whine in pain as you’re half asleep

Really, he just wants you to sleep as much as possible so you don’t have to be in pain

Relief floods through him whenever your eyes finally close and your grip on his shirt loosens

He takes your hand in his and holds it, staying by your side the whole time, praying for you to get better soon

Mikey:

I picture him to also be clingy so he welcomes your clinginess during your sick days

Work? What is that? You’re entirely his until you’re feeling better

Doesn’t care that you could get him sick, he welcomes all the germs to infect him as well, it would be proof of his love and care for you

He can’t cook for the life of him so he probably calls Draken or Mitsuya over so they can buy you something soothing to eat that might help you feel better

He WOULD go get it himself, but he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight or leave you alone–not even for a second

When they arrive with your light,soothing food like soup or porridge, he doesn’t let them get a glimpse of you, just opens the door a crack, takes the bag of food, mumbles a quick thanks, and then closes the door again

Back in bed, he helps you sit up a bit and feeds you the food he got

It’s painful to swallow from your sore throat, but he urges you to take at least a few bites, knowing the importance of having something in your stomach when you’re sick

Afterwards, he invites you into his arm and you both cling to each other

Fear settles in the pit of his stomach at your condition, though he tries to rationalize with himself that it’s just a cold because of your allergies, he’s always scared of losing you

You pull on his heart strings as tears start to fall from your eyes–you’re the only one who has this effect on him and he’s mad that he can’t do much to help you other than remain by your side

So as you drift off to sleep in his arms, your hand still tightly gripping his shirt for comfort, he presses a kiss to your forehead and keeps his eyes on you

Literally stays up all night watching you, putting a finger under your nose to make sure you’re still breathing

He’s tense the whole night until you awaken the next day and reassure him that you’re feeling a lot better, only then would he be able to fall asleep, knowing you’ll be okay and there when he awakens again

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 6/13/2023

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