#like girl. obviously you feel better after sitting in bed instead of going to work that's how it's supposed to be alsjdhsjjdjdnd

[bubaboos]

i HATE being sick omg😤

[shaunamilfman]

Dating Vault Dweller Lucy MacLean

never written anything but yellowjackets before but her girlfailure energy and complete lack of skills has entranced me

insists on giving you a tour of her vault. you could see everything interesting just from standing and turning in a circle, but she just has to show you all the “best spots”. it's just corners with interesting cracks in them. 

takes you on little picnic dates because she read about them in her book club once. sitting around in the field eating canned tuna while people work around you but she's having a great fucking time. you've never seen her smile more. 

big-time yapper. can talk for hours about the most niche topics if you let her. by the time she's done you can name almost every major player in some small skirmish 300 years ago. she gets so excited when she notices you're paying attention to whatever she's talking about. The girl just lights up and talks so fast you've got to ask her to slow down

if you didn't like reading before you'd better learn to love it because you will be joining that bookclub. by the time you've gotten around to reading it Lucy's pretty much spoiled the whole thing by accident. she just wants someone to talk about the exciting bits with and gets ahead of herself. sheepishly avoids eye contact when you put the book down and sigh. 

she likes when you're good at things but lowkey resents when you're better at something than she is. you beat her out in riflery and she has such a strained smile when congratulating you on it. she hates not being good at something so much that she feels guilty for it. 

definitely said “Golly!” after your first kiss

loves to sit around on your bed and watch you get ready. it takes all of five seconds to get your outfit on but she insists it's one of the best parts of her day.

insists on showering together to “save water”. always gets a little handsy but still rushes you out on time because she feels bad at the idea of wasting water. 

Lucy wants to do anything and everything she can for you. she wants to impress you and show you how much she brings to the table, and the habit kind of just stays even after your relationship is well established. She takes a lot of pride in her skills and what better use for them than making life easier for her partner. 

So easily won over by praise. No matter how sad or upset she is, you can always cheer her up at least a little by telling her how smart or good at something she is. 

cannot be suave or subtle no matter how hard she tries. and she does, a lot. tries to hit you up with a one liner and tells the punch line first. tries to lean against the wall and stumbles face-first into it. makes you dinner and trips over the edge of a rug and drops it on your shoes. you just make her so nervous.

she's so blunt that it leads to the most awkward situations, but you almost prefer it to the havoc she brings when she purposely tries to be charming. 

cannot lie to save her life. she’ll definitely try if it means sparing your feelings but she's so obviously lying that it doesn’t matter much. all “wow… you did such a good job!” but she’s choking it out and cannot meet your eyes.

she's so attached to you. would follow you from room to room all day if she could get away with it. she needs such constant affection and gives so much in return that it's a little overwhelming at first.

definitely the type to lick her thumb and try to rub the dirt off your forehead with it. she's so embarrassing, honestly. fiddles with your clothes to make sure they're presentable. you're going to dinner with 20 other people all wearing the same outfit, but god forbid yours is a little wrinkly. 

you can always tell when she wants you to do something romantic for her because she'll leave out your nicest jumpsuit for you to wear as a hint. 

catches you watching her fix pipes and assumes you want to learn instead of just ogling her. tries to explain it and you're like “yeah? that's crazy…” till she finally gets the hint. always looks so proud when she realizes you find her attractive, even after you've been together for a while. 

lowers your guard with the most innocent-looking smile and then suddenly says “we should have sex” with all the subtlety of a train wreck. that awkward bluntness rearing its head again. can always trust Lucy to say the quiet part out loud. 

loves to flirt with you but she is so bad at it. doesn't recognize the fact that she's bad at it either. hits you up with the worst fucking line known to man and looks so quietly smug about it. 

[amorisxx]

Y’all—

Depending on how old you think Lily was in New Rochelle, by now, she’s either already in middle school or starting soon…

I believe Tashi would adjust to it better than Art. Her younger years flew by for him because he was so busy with tennis. It’s hard for him to accept that she isn’t small anymore. He silently cries on the way home after dropping her off for her first day of middle school.

Sometimes, when he peeks into her room at night to check on her, he can’t help but stand there in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He watches her back rise and fall as she breathes and he wonders if he can remember the last time his little girl asked him to sleep beside her.

Though Tashi is much more prepared for the transition, I think entering the preteen stage would mean more friction between Lily and her mom. She’s growing up and the constant talk about tennis probably starts to annoy her more than it did when she was younger. I can see her having moments of frustration where she openly talks nastily about tennis because she’s mad at her mom, and as her daughter, Lily is obviously the best suited to go head to head with Tashi.

But let’s not forget, that’s Art’s daughter. Art, who can have a mean streak when he’s feeling neglected. Maybe Tashi isn’t Art’s coach anymore but she’s still coaching tennis, so her life still revolves around the sport. Maybe 11 or 12-year-old Lily wishes her mom could be the one to host her friend hangouts (she doesn’t call them playdates anymore) instead of it always being the other kid’s mom. Or Art when there’s no other option. And if she weren’t so busy with tennis, then she’d be available for that.

Lily also feels like if her mom wasn’t a top tennis coach, then maybe she wouldn’t feel so much pressure to be the best at everything. When your dad’s a famous grand slam champion and your mom coached him to that level, being mediocre doesn’t really feel like an option. Even if they say they’re proud of you for whatever you do, or that they don’t care that tennis isn’t your thing, Lily knows the truth.

So, she fights with Tashi. Tells her that tennis is stupid. That she’d be happy if they abolished the sport entirely!

Anything to get a reaction.

It’s a phase that Tashi understands. She and Art talk about it in bed one night. Art tells Tashi that Lily just misses her. She’d told him herself.

Retirement probably gives Art the opportunity to step up. He still feels guilt every now and then because of the time he missed, but he and Lily would develop a closer knit relationship now that he has more free time. He draws with her in the evenings. Tries to help her with homework. Watches her favorite movies.

He learns how to style her hair. Has Tashi’s mom check his work. It takes him a couple tries to get it presentable. Lily would grumble that it’s “not how mommy does it.”

He takes her out on daddy daughter dates at least once a week. Their most frequented place is the ice cream shop, where he can actually indulge in it guilt free! By 10, Lily starts to roll her eyes at him when he inevitably dips his spoon into her serving, but she also steals a bite from his when he isn’t looking.

When he finds out about her first crush at 12, he’s surprisingly supportive. He crosses his feet on the coffee table and grins at her while her cheeks flush as she flops onto the couch.

Tashi walks into the room, pointing between them. “Okay what’s going on here?”

“Oh my goddd it’s nothing!!”

“Lily has a crush,” Art smirks.

“Dad!” She releases a loud groan into the pillow.

Tashi chuckles, sitting down to join them.

“Is that right Lily pad?”

Her voice comes out muffled. “It’s not a crush.”

Art smoothes his palm over her dark curls. “Hey, it’s normal to experience stuff like this.”

Another groan cuts him off.

“I’m serious,” Art laughs. “When I was your age, I uh, I also had my first crush.” Lily looks up at this.

Tashi reaches out a hand to rub up and down her arm.

Lily stares at him for a moment, face blank. “Dad, I know you’re talking about Uncle Patrick.”

Art’s jaw falls open. Tashi erupts into a fit of giggles. “Wow! She clocked you faster than I did!”

Now it’s Art’s turn to bury his face into the pillow as Lily and Tashi tease him about boarding school and boyhood crushes.

He rolls over to look at his girls. He thinks that if he can see them happy like this for the rest of his life, then he would have nothing else to ask for.

I’m sorry!!! I got carried away. But I hope you enjoy my random thoughts that turned into a blurb.

[busycucumbermelon]

Come on, just paint one thing for me?…please love.

 Summary: The man was determined to have a painting no matter what, and once he received one, he would always cherish it no matter the meaning. It would be a true treasure to him and a reminder of his ownership of the girl who created it.

 Warning: obsessive, delusional

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Carmen gave you the north wing of his house, which is comprised of four rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, an art room, and a bedroom. Carmen gave you a few days to make these rooms your own before sharing everything with him. Obviously, your room would always be exclusively yours, but he could enter at his discretion.

He made sure that every window would be bulletproof, making it impossible for anyone to open them, both from the inside and outside. Occasionally, he would take you out of the room and air it out, knowing that your request to do so was likely just a ploy. It's a method he would have used if he was in the same situation, assuming that he was as innocent as you were in such a scenario.

But after the first time you asked him to air out the room, you decided not to do it for around two weeks. Anytime Carmen came in, you would either be sitting in bed or cooking food in the kitchen, making Carmen sad as you never painted anything for him. However, as you were still adjusting to your new environment, he felt it would be rude if he rushed you with a request to paint something for him, as he was sure it would eventually happen once you noticed how in love the two of you are, even though you already were well in Carmen’s mind at least 

Except at first, nothing significant really happens except for an increase in the amount of time you stay in your room and starting to go into a bit of a depression. This prompts Carmen to start spending nights in bed with you, initially just laying on the other side of the bed and picking up after you. But as time goes on and his patience begins to wear out, he starts doing small things like taking you out of your room to watch a movie together or have a day out. He even goes as far as hiring a team of professional cleaners to help tidy up your room.

During that time he’d show you how much the two of you were really in love. 

Instead of the two of you sitting apart with snacks in between, you sit pressed up close together and have snacks in front of you. If anything is out of your reach, Carmen will quickly grab it for you. He likes to be in control, which makes him feel like he can protect you better. In addition to that, Carmen also pushed you a bit more every day. After one week of movie nights and cuddling, he decided that he needed more attention and you weren't allowed to sleep in your own bed. This meant that you had to walk across the house to Carmen‘s room if you wanted to take a nap or anything. Unless you wanted to spend time with Carmen. that meant the only other room you could relax and let your guard down was in was your art room.

Carmen got the best of the best art supplies - various paintbrushes, canvases, easels, and sketchbooks. He knew that some artists don't use sketchbooks, but he got them just in case. As time went on, his bodyguards began to report that you were spending more and more time in your room, Carmen got super excited at this news.

Even though Carmen has gained a deep appreciation for art, there's still a slightly bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thinks about it. Although he enjoys it, he won't personally pick up a paint brush or a pencil to create it himself, since it brings him back to his childhood - a time which wasn't bad, but it still had its ups and downs. Despite that, right now, he's happy to have you, his sweet little dove, to provide for and live a lavish life with.

To avoid boredom, Carmen would sometimes spar with you or work on paperwork, never telling you what it was about. Instead, he would tell you that your fragile mind "shouldn't be burdened with such scary things like that." He even went as far as to say, "Who knows what would happen to you if you knew, but if you're really that worried, you could paint me something, for my legacy. You know, just in case."

After your brief conversation about his work, Carmen grew more and more hooked on you and your art. Whenever he came into the art room to find you sitting on the floor or mixing paint, he would ask if you're painting something for him. Even during your movie nights together, he'd occasionally ask if you are painting something for him. Eventually, you got annoyed at this constant question and finally decided to paint something, not for him, but for yourself.

Every time the question of your painting was brought up, every time you remembered your scenario, every time Carmen held you down for a movie, or curled up against you in bed, you decided to paint something - anything - to help you remember, remember before this. You decided on your painting being inspired by one of the places you wished to travel to so badly. It was an attempt to not forget and to create something you could cherish, even if only for a moment.

There was a castle in the background, with a greenhouse near the front, which was surrounded by lush trees and various flowers. Everything seemed to have grown to the fullest extent, except for a fog that floated through the area. Inside the greenhouse was a woman, with her hand pressed against the glass, desperately trying to escape. This was how you felt for nearly every moment, except when you were painting. In that moment, you felt truly free, perhaps even happier than anything else you had experienced.

Carmen knew what the purpose the painting served: it was meant to be a slap in his face. However, he still chose to hang it up in his office.

He would approach you from behind, hugging you whenever you were unaware. He laid his head on your shoulder and slowly rock back and forth as you both did various activities. He wished for you to open up to him and explain to him what your piece of art meant and why it was so significant.

“Hello my love," he would often hum lightly in your ear. You would attempt to respond firmly and tell him to leave you be, but your voice would always crack. Carmen would always respond with a chuckle and claim that he just wanted to know what you were painting or hear you speak. You would insist on being left alone to continue working but Carmen constantly attempting to persuade you to explain the meaning of your paintings. Carmen would claim that perhaps this next piece would be displayed in the dining room so you two could see it together during dinner.

Every day, Carmen would approach you in your art room, intent on hearing every explanation you gave regarding your paintings. It was clear that he was obsessive about you. He never allowed you to venture beyond your space on that floor, making your art room your whole world. Although painting was your precious escape, Carmen's obsession gradually intruded on that space. In time, you would come to realize your love for him. Carmen knew he needed time to wear you down until you were aware of your affection for him.

At some point, your resolve might break, particularly with the constant pressure from those around you, claiming how perfect Carmen is. They believed that you two are a perfect match together. For now, Carmen could deal with what he currently had with you, but he was confident that eventually, you would come to realize your feelings for him and love him as much as he loved you.

[coryothesub]

Better Now?

Hi, I’m back, not in the bestest place both physically and mentally and very sorry to everyone who has sent in lovely asks recently. I’ve resumed working on them, but for now I can offer a fully self indulgent semi-autobiographical oneshot about Dr. Sejanus Plinth (hey, we all know he wanted to be a medic so very fitting), which is heavily based on my first ever hospital experience.

No, I didn't have a hot doctor that looked like Sejanus, instead I was treated by a couple of pretty funky dudes, but the story about the two surgeries instead of one is completely true (they had to perform a 2nd one, bc they hadn't noticed everything that had to be fixed before the 1st one). Horny roommates are also based on very real persons and the post surgery pain as well as the sickness from the painkillers are unfortunately real (that's why I wasn't really able to write although I kinda wanted to). Oh and the weird tingling sensation around stitches during orgasm is also apparently a thing. Okay sorry for tmi let's get into the smut.

nsfw / mdni / doctor!sejanus / patient!reader / mentions of hospital and some real medical horrors

“Dr. Sejanus Plinth, I’m going to perform surgery on your broken leg and ensure a steady way to your recovery,” he stood at the foot of your bed on your first day at the hospital looking hella handsome wearing his little glasses and a snow white scrubs.

You were feeling shit scared since it was your first time at the hospital. He always tried to cheer you up, tell you a funny joke or take you on a little wheelchair ride. Your roommates said he was obviously flirting, but you always got flustered and brushed it off as professional niceness.

He was ever so clean and perfect, his dark curly hair impeccably styled and a trail of expensive cologne following him wherever he went. How could he possibly fall for the messy looking girl in the hospital bed? Your hair was dirty, you were sweating profusely from the sickening painkillers that probably made you stink.

You couldn't remember any time when you were in so much pain other than the first two days after the surgery. The only thing keeping you sane was  Dr. Plinth’s reassuring smile that appeared above the little curtain right after the surgery. He nodded at you and said “It’s over!”

You had taken it quite literally, not suspecting what was awaiting you in the coming days. Right after the anesthetics wore off the pain became so insufferable you were just silently crying in your bed feeling like your leg was about to explode from the inside.

The nurses pumped you full of painkillers until you dozed off and the first face you saw next morning was Dr. Plinth.

“You are such a good girl, you did so good,” he smiled softly and you weren't quite sure what he was referring to. Was it your performance of laying horizontally during the surgery? Well you didn't have much choice since the lower part of your body had been paralyzed by the anesthetics.

“That hot doctor, he’s totally into you,” your roommates teased, but you just tried to focus on the fact that you were set to get out of the hospital in two days.

Then the bad news came. Dr.Plinth stood at the foot of your bed, his face darkened by concern.

“There's this other thing. A rupture of ligaments. We were able to notice it only after the first surgery. I am afraid I'm gonna need to perform another one. I am really sorry for that.”

You literally felt like you were gonna burst out in tears, but you clenched your jaw, wanting to look stronger than you actually were.

“It's alright Dr.Plinth. What needs to be done has to be done,” you spoke calmly, but your mind was rehashing everything you were bound to go through again. The wait, the anesthetics, the excruciating pain in the first few hours and the discomfort every time you had to move your leg, even if only to sit up for a meal or go to the bathroom.

“How are you feeling today?” The next day you were woken up by the lively voice of Dr. Plinth. Despite your protests, he came to check on you every morning and since your first surgery sort of  failed, he also came in every evening. You weren't sure whether he did that out of guilt or other feelings.

“Have been better,” you sighed with a grim poker face that prevented him from telling whether you were angry with him or just tired.

“I'm so sorry the first surgery wasn't sufficient,” the poor young man started apologizing in front of your roommates. “You weren't supposed to go through that again.”

“It's alright Dr.Plinth,” you batted your eyes at him, making his pretty chubby cheeks blush immediately. “I know you would want only the best for me.”

His hand was resting on the pillow pile next to your casted leg and you ran your fingers over it, almost making him jump at the sensation.

Your roommates were watching the interaction with great interest, probably thinking you both were gonna start making out right then and there.

Feeling their gaze burning through his back, Dr. Plinth offered you a little wheelchair ride. A bit reluctant, you still got yourself out of the bed and let him help you get on the wheelchair.

“Where are you taking me? Do we need another x-ray or a CT scan?”

“No,” Dr.Plinth chuckled. “They don't perform tests at this hour, except for the emergency room. I wanted you to see this.”

He wheeled you to the end of the hallway and stopped at the large window where you could see nothing but endless forest continuing all the way to the horizon. A fiery red sun was sinking above the treeline making you gasp quietly at the sight.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Dr. Plinth leaned down and you could feel his hot breath lingering on your neck. It seemed almost romantic.

“I come here and watch the sunset at every opportunity when I have the time during my shift. It helps me blow off the steam a bit.”

You turned your head to the side and looked into his soulful brown eyes. He looked even more handsome in high definition.

“It must be hard to work here,” you gave him a sympathetic look.

“Oh, it's just me, as much as I try I can't get myself desensitized to the whole process. I see people hurting every day. And when they hurt, I hurt. That's why I feel so damn guilty every time there's more pain that could have been avoided. Like your second surgery…”

He leaned down closer to you, his lips just mere centimeters from yours.

“I just want to make it up to you. I swear, if I could I would do anything to make you feel better.”

“Anything?” A glimpse of mischief sparked in your eyes.

Dr. Plinth swallowed thickly and nodded.

Quite unexpectedly you cupped his face and smashed your lips into his, something you had been longing to do for quite a time. His lips felt so soft and plump, even better than you could have ever imagined.

Dr. Plinth immersed himself into the kiss, parting his lips to allow your tongue to explore his velvety mouth.

When you two finally broke the kiss to catch some breath, he adjusted his glasses panting softly and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Dr. Plinth, your lips feel so soft,” you chuckled shyly, feeling a treacherous blush filling your cheeks.

“I think you can call me Sejanus at this point,” he looked flustered yet eager to continue your little adventure. 

Sejanus grabbed your wheelchair and opened the nearest door with a plack that said “Sanitary chamber”.

You found yourself in a small room stuffed with toilet tissue, different wipes and sanitary mats, the last rays of the setting sun breaking through the neat stacks of supplies.

Sejanus immediately connected his lips to yours again, his hands running up and down your sides underneath your t-shirt. You gasped as he cupped your naked breasts while gently sucking at your lower lip.

“You know, I could make you feel better in an even more effective way,” he whispered against your lips, his warm hand diving under the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You shivered at the sensation of Sejanus's skillful fingers pressing against your clit, discovering that you were already threathcerously wet.

“What an eager girl,” your doctor groaned as his digits massaged your sensitive bud at a steady place, causing you to let out a series of soft moans against his lips.

Sejanus kept a tight eye contact while letting his two fingers slide inside your squelching wet count while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. It was truly amazing how he managed to cover the whole field.

“Fuck, you’re really good with this!” You moaned as he trailed small kisses down your neck sucking harshly at the spot where it met your shoulder.

Sejanus chuckled mischievously.

“I'm a doctor, we are taught how to touch people in the correct manner.”

“God, did they teach you this at the medical school?” You threw your head back, feeling your legs shaking from the immense pleasure.

“No, princess” Sejanus let out a small laugh, nibbling at your earlobe. “I guess I figured that part out myself…”

Squelching sounds filled the small chamber as he kept fingerbanging you and you tried your best to stifle your moans to avoid the whole floor finding out about your evening shenanigans.

“Oh… Dr…. Sejanus, I’m gonna…” your attempt at building a sentence was cut off by a loud moan as you came all over his fingers, your body shaking and a weird tingling feeling echoing through your stitches.

“Better now?” Sejanus asked in a gentle voice after pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

You nodded, still coming down from your heights as you watched him grab one of the countless tissue packages and gently cleaning you off.

“There you go,” Sejanus smiled, turning your wheelchair back to the exit.

“Wait!” You gave him a concerned look. “Shouldn't I… Return the favor?”

Sejanus graced you with a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair off your forehead.

“This was me trying to make amends because I fucked up, remember? Plus, I have to get back to work.”

You pouted, wishing this moment would last longer. Sejanus noticed and tilted your chin up gently giving you a mischievous wink.

“Nobody said we cannot keep practicing this as a form of therapy though.”

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Five

Teshteal: *notices the jealous ferret* Someone's a little grumpy pants. *opens Gilbert's cage and picks up the annoyed noodle. Playfully wiggles him back and forth* Hello mister grumpy noodle.

Gilbert: (A very jealous wiggly noodle, his eyes are completely focused on his Joyce as he licks his nose and shoots the two puppies the stink eye. The heck is she doing holding two little sausages that just cry, eat, and poop everywhere all day?!? Obviously he’s the better and the finest of the squiggly bunch, he’s the one who’s always been there for Joyce when she was having a difficult day and crying. It should be him cuddling her right now!!)

Joyce: (Too busy with the two little puppies to notice that her pet ferret is envious that she’s giving other creatures attention instead of holding him)

Nick: *nods and picks her up, gently supporting her from the backs of her thighs like he's holding a toddler* It's alright. I'm here.

Jasmine: (Wraps her arms tightly around her Dads neck and clings to him once again like a baby koala with a pitiful whimper. She opens her mouth to tell him about her horrible nightmares and the terror she felt from it and his sudden disappearance, but quickly closes her eyes instead as she hides her face in the crook of his neck and trembles)

Ma: (Sits up from the bed now that’s she no longer has to hold Jas, taking another tissue to wipe the waterworks from the teen off her before buttoning up her nightdress) “I’m afraid she had several nightmares that kept her up, it was a bit difficult to keep her calm throughout the night.” (Gives the girl a somber look as she stands)

Nick: *somberly* That's been the norm around here lately. *rubs the small of her back* Wish there was something I could do to make them go away.

Teshteal: *catches the look* Oh, you're a jealous noodle! Jealous little baby boy! *to Joyce* I think your son wants your attention.

Joyce: (Looks up from the bed, smirking at the two) “Ah, someone has let the green eyed monster take control. Well then, he’s gonna hate me later when-... EW-! STOP!” (Swats at her face when the puppies both jump up to lick the inside of her mouth when she speaks, sputtering and spitting into her arm) “That’s disgusting!” (Rises from the bed and runs out of the room to go wash her mouth in the bathroom) “I'll be right back!”

Puppies: (Try to follow her but are too afraid to jump off the bed so they just wiggle their little butts while yapping after her)

Teshteal: *jumps when Joyce yells at the puppies. He holds Gilbert close to his chest protectively and just stares at the door, every sense on high alert*

Jasmine: (Nuzzles as close as she can to her father, focusing the gentleness of his rubs as she sniffles)

Ma: “Mhm, not much of a surprise there. PTSD induced nightmares can be tricky to work through, especially with extreme cases such as hers.” (Leans down to grab Jasmine’s dress from off the floor) “Any idea why she decided to take this off? I figured it was because she was hot, but she refused when I offered to get a lighter set of pajamas.” (Airs it out, walking over to hang it up on he clothes rack she brought in next to the other coats and shirts she had washed and ironed)

Nick: I'm not sure. She has a tendency to deny herself nice things. Must be another symptom of her condition.

Gardio: Alright. After I connect this wire, I need you to stay as still as possible so I can install your new armor correctly.

Lucille: *nods* Okay!

Gardio: *connects the wire to her hand, soldering it in place*

Lucille: *eyes widen at the feeling of having a properly working arm again. If she concentrates she can get the blade to pop out just just above the wrist at the back* It works!

Gardio: Yes, and now for the armor. Retract your blade, please? *holds a piece of plating up with a slot cut into the side*

Lucille: *closes her eyes and gets her blade to go back into her arm*

Ma: “That sounds about accurate to how she acted prewar times, but that was usually for the benefit of one of her friends or siblings.” (Reaches into the mini fridge below the nightstand and pulls out one of the baby bottles with water, placing it on top just in case)

Jasmine: (Coughs and then chokes on a sob, clawing at Nicks shirt as she tightens her grip on him)

Ma: (Starts freshening up the room by opening the blinds to let some sunlight in and picking up anything that was dropped on the floor)

Gilbert: (Very confused noodle baby as to why he’s being held so tightly by the random guy who now faintly smells like his Joyce, but whatever…)

Joyce: (Quickly washes out her mouth in the sink then runs back into her room, trying to keep a serious face while glaring at the two puppies) “We need to work on boundaries…”

Puppies: (Toppling over each other on the bed, their little tails wagging even faster when they see she returns)

Joyce: (Can’t keep a straight face and she starts laughing again, not noticing her boyfriends expression)

Teshteal: *scooting back further on the bed with Gilbert still held tightly to his chest. He keeps staring at Joyce warily. He wraps his tail around himself*

Joyce: (Walks over to pet the two sausage babies, looking up and finally noticing Teshteal backing away and his expression. Her smile disappears and her face gets riddled with worry as she steps back towards the door) “Oh, what’s wrong…?”

Gardio: *starts fastening the armor to her arm and hand with pliers and bolts*

Nick: *pats her back sweetly* It's alright, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Shifts and whines with discomfort and fear from her nightmare and the pain from her wounds, the tears dripping down her face dampening Nicks shirt)

Ma: (To Nick as she pulls out another box of tissues) “Detective Chapel was kind enough to hold her while I briefly went downstairs to get somethings done. He did a wonderful job at keeping Rosie calm.” (Rubs her hands together) “I ought to go check up on everyone and get started with the day, do you need anything before I go? I’m sure Donny will be here soon.”

Nick: *sits in the rocking chair, dabbing away more of Jas's tears with tissues* If you have some more formula, I'm sure Rosie could use a meal. Otherwise, just keep that old lullaby playing. *kind smile at the older woman. He's not at all surprised at Gardio being able to keep her calm. The man was a big softy to any kid that was brought in to the station for safe keeping after a nasty domestic disturbance*

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint when she hears about the baby bottle again, hiding her face away in Nicks shoulder while refusing to be cradled like an infant as she clings to him)

Ma: (Nods and pulls out the baby formula bottle she had made the previous night and hands it to Nick, patting Jas’s back) “Here you go, Dad. Your little one needs all the nutrients she can get if she wants to feel better.” (Warmly smiles back at the two)

Jasmine: (Huffs in response, biting down on her tongue)

Ma: (Frowns at the girls stubbornness, remembering how she struggled in her sleep) “Maybe give Rosie some time to wind down first before feeding her.”

Nick: I think you're right. *sets the bottle aside for now*

Teshteal: *blinks, trying to reorient himself. Simply but quietly* You yelled.

Joyce: (Presses back against the door) “Not at you, at the dogs. And I meant it in a playful sense...” (Clasps her hands together, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously) “I’m sorry if I scared you...”

Teshteal: *realizes how nervous she is and gets off the bed. He walks over, still holding Gilbert to his chest* I'm sorry... It's me. I'm a jumpy hypervigilant mess that gets scared at even the most playful yells. It's a wonder I've lived this long being this scared.

Joyce: (Looks her boyfriend over with worried eyes, nodding her head after a moment and relaxes) “I was jumpy at first too when I first left the Institute…” (Reaches over to scratch Gilbert’s fuzzy head) “It’s okay, it takes some time to adjust.”

Gardio: *getting the tiny bits of fingercasing is difficult because it's so small. His hands may have less mass now but they're still pretty large*

Lucille: *has a smaller hand so she has to help him with attaching things.

Pirate: (Stretches out on the bed next to Donny in his room with a loud puppy yawn, forcing him further against the wall)

Donovan: (Mumbles with annoyance in his sleep, shifting to a more comfortable position while remaining pillowless)

Ma: (Gives them both a nod before leaving the room, heading into the attic to check on her other guests. She quietly stands at the top of the stairway with a small smile, not wanting to disturb the father and daughter working together)

Jasmine: (Whimpers and sniffles at her previous night terrors, feeling sicker and weaker by the minute as the repeating words drill into her head. She suddenly lifts her head so she can look directly at Nick, keeping her arms around him. She stares at the old synth while remaining silent and expressionless, her head tilted to one side inquisitively like she’s trying to read him. Or perhaps she’s trying to make a gateway straight into his soul with her haunting doll eyes that give a crystal clear view into her own tormented soul)

Nick: *catches that look and gives her a kind reassuring smile* I'm here, doll. I'm here. *gently strokes her hair with his good hand* Love ya, kiddo.

Gardio and Lucille: *both too focused on their work to notice Ma.*

Lucille: You've gotten pretty good at robot modifications, Dad. And here I thought you only knew how to fix cars.

Gardio: Cars aren't all that different under the hood, sweety. Besides, you built that centry bot and robot build station in less than a few hours. I don't think you realize how impressive that is.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* Please. That's nothing. Factories built robots in seconds-

Gardio: It usually took a skilled robot expert an entire day to cobble a protectron together back in the day.

Lucille: They were able to take their time, too. I don't have that luxury, Dad.

Teshteal: I don't know... it's been over a hundred years and I'm only just now feeling "normal."

Joyce: (Thinks it over with herself, trying to come up with the right words) “Well... How long have you been in good living conditions? That plays a big role in how you heal from trauma...”

Gilbert: (Wiggles in Teshteal’s arms, trying to reach for his Joyce now that she’s close. Obviously she’s upset about something, so now he’s needed as an emotional support raccoon scarf)

Ma: (Quietly leaves and heads into her sons room, carefully peeking her head in. She crosses her arms when she sees his current sleeping situation that can’t be too comfy) “Pirate.”

Pirate: (Lazily lifts her head with a low woof, like she’s responding to Ma with a “what” like she isn’t taking up all the bed space along with most of the blanket and pillow)

Ma: (Shoos Pirate off the bed, tenderly lifting up Donny and sets him down on the center of his bed on his pillow. She drapes the blanket back over him, tucking it in snuggly)

Jasmine: (Gets a little glimmer in her dead, dull eyes that are still dripping tears as she raises her hand to gently run her fingers down the side of Nick's cheek and neck, feeling the rough out texture of what makes up his skin. Her eyes slowly glaze over the cracks and wear and tear on the synthetic skin on his face and neck, blinking at the missing patches that expose his metal skeleton and the wires that run through his body. She’s not looking at him with judgment or with disgust, more with childlike curiosity than anything if one can even read her true emotions through her almost soulless deadpan expression)

Nick: *not changing his facial expression as she explores his face. His joints in his jaw can get pretty pinchy*

Gardio: *sighs defeatedly* I just think you're very good at what you do, sweetheart. Even if you don't think so. *pauses to pet her head*

Teshteal: *lets the noodle go to his owner so he can do his job* A day or so... I wandered a lot for most of my life then I lived in a dumpster next to my childhood home. It was cozy but it was also kind of... dirty.

Gilbert: (Immediately snuggles under his Joyce’s neck when he’s handed to her, sniffing her over to check that she’s alright)

Joyce: (Holds her fuzzy scarf close, listening to her boyfriend speak with more worry glistening in her eyes when she hears that he’s only been living “normally” for a day) “And you were alone out there….” (Reaches out to take his hand)

Teshteal: *doesn't stops her but his grip isn't tight. He's lost in his thoughts again* Yes... not that anyone would want me around. I'm too annoying and stupid. Everyone leaves or gets sick of me eventually.

Jasmine: (After a moment she takes Nick’s exposed metal hand in one of hers while keeping the other on his cheek, running her fingers over the frame of his palm and up his forearm where the skin had probably been torn off long before she showed up, blinking in thought. Next she takes his covered hand and intertwines her much smaller and softer fingers with his, holding them up slightly. She stares at their joined hands and the one on his face with a tilted head like she’s examining the vast contrast of his palish white skin and her warmer golden honey tone)

Nick: *gently nods at her holding his hands*

Jasmine: (Releases his hand and goes back to feeling his face and neck with both of her hands, tilting her head to the other side as her inquisitive eyes study the largest tears in his neck and forehead. She carefully traces her fingers over them, lightly brushing over his metal skull and jaw and the missing patches in his neck. If she was fully aware of what she was doing or even where she was, she’d apologize because she just started touching Nicks face and neck while staring intently at him out of the blue without at least asking first. But she doesn’t look a bit ashamed as she takes in a full profile of Nicks unique features, still just full of childlike curiosity but she’s not saying anything as her brain defaults to the basics of what she knows. It was another thing the vault taught her, to not ask questions, especially when you could figure out the answers for yourself. Better that everyone think you know nothing when you in fact know everything)

Joyce: (Gently squeezes his hand, looking at him with the most caring and sweet eyes) “Hey... I promise I’ll never just leave you like that. That's just horrible...” (Moves to pull him in close so she can comfort him)

Teshteal: You haven't seen me at my most insufferable. You'll see why people abandon me.

Lucille: *still helping her dad with her hand*

Nick: *wondering why she's doing this* You act like you've never seen my face before. We both know that's not true.

Jasmine: (Looks directly into his eyes as she slowly blinks without answering, her hand on his neck moving down to take his good hand once more and lock their fingers together. She leans forwards to affectionately press her forehead against Nick’s while her thumb strokes his cheek, her hand squeezing his as she closes her eyes) (Quietly and hoarsely) “Dad.” (Says it like she’s knighting him a title despite having calling him her father for the past few days out loud and even longer in her own head)

Joyce: (Puts her arm around her boyfriends shoulder, setting down Gilbert on the bed so she can cup his cheek and lift his face to her) "Teshteal, love..."

Gilbert: (Offended that he was just tossed onto the bed like nothing, his mouth dropping open. He tries to jump and make a fuss about it but he gets attacked by two mini sausages who see him as a loooong version of themselves)

Teshteal: *his sad, doubtful, and fearful eyes glisten with tears as he looks up at her beautiful face. How can she possibly love an unlovable monster like him?*

Nick: *that worries him but he's not showing it. Reassuringly* I'm here, doll...

Jasmine: (New tears well up in her eyes as her bottom lip trembles, her face briefly filling with pain and fear from her thoughts, but gets followed by recognition and deep fondness for her father. She lets go of his hand just so that she can wrap both of her arms tightly around Nick and hide her face in the crook of his neck) “Daddy…” (Just needed to cement who he was to her in her own fractured mind, make sure she doesn’t go on and rewrite him as anything less. Since she has no grip on reality, he's really the only person keeping her in it right now)

Joyce: (Slowly starts rubbing his shoulder, her emerald eyes sparkling with adoration) “If I can’t love you when you are at your worst, then I can’t say I truly care about you at all...”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance as he’s trampled and overwhelmed with puppy feet and kisses)

Teshteal: *a tear falls from his eyes. Voices scream that he doesn't deserve this kindness. This pure acceptance. That he's lucky Gardio himself put up with him before the war. He'll mess this up. He always does. She doesn't deserve that-*

Nick: *rubs circles in her back gently* It's okay, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Her mind blares and shrieks louder and adds more haze to her vision, but she just cuddles up closer with a small whimper. She then carefully rearranges herself so she’s cradled in Nick’s lap like a baby with her arms still around him, nuzzling back up against his chest with a small hum of content at the familiar scent of cigarette along with the sound of his inner machinery whirling. All signs that she is in the warm safety that is Dad)

Ma: (Downstairs warming herself some breakfast, frowning when she remembers that the med room is probably bloody again and is in need of cleaning along with the top of the lighthouse. They’ll have to replace the glass up there, which means ordering new ones from the main farm unless they can find some all the way out here)

Joyce: (Wipes the tear of his face) “And I mean it. I care about you as you are, Teshteal. Flaws and all.” (Opens her arms wide to offer a full hug with a gentle and warm smile) “Come here, if it’ll make you feel better…”

Teshteal: *carefully and shyly approaches to give his girlfriend a hug. Whispers* I always ruin good things... it's only a matter of time... *rests his head on her shoulder nervously*

Joyce: (Encases Teshteal in a tight embrace, slowly rubbing the back of his head and neck as she sways from side to side) “And what could you possibly do to ruin this? I already said I love you as you are, so what could change that?”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance on the bed, shooting daggers at the puppies that are keeping him from running back to his Joyce)

Puppies: (Have no clue that the strange noodle dog finds them ti be a nuisance, they just wanna play)

Nick: *just keeps reassuringly rubbing her back and shoulders to calm her down*

Jasmine: (Sniffles on some tears, briefly turning away from her Dad to cough in her arm before she returns to cuddling as close to him as she can. She would hide in his coat if he was wearing one to help her feel closer and more secure, but she instead just grips onto his shirt while taking deep breaths)

Teshteal: You have no idea what kind of monster they were turning me into... You saw those mutants. I barely broke a sweat. It only takes one specific word to make me snap and mindlessly kill every last living thing within a 100-mile radius. *closes his eyes tearfully* I was made to infiltrate, torture, and kill. All it would take is for someone to say the right word in the right way for me to hurt you. *grips her shirt tightly* You're making a deal with the devil by choosing to love me.

Joyce: (Gently tilts her boyfriends face so he’s looking up at her, her emerald green eyes staring back at him thoughtfully) “But I know why you killed those mutants, it wasn’t for your own personal gain. And if you were to ever hurt me, I know it would never be on purpose. So what kind of monster are you guilty of being?”

Nick: *nods. Softly* Easy, doll... easy...

Jasmine: (Shifts uncomfortably, then raises her head to look at Nick with teary eyes. She makes the “T” sign and twists her hand side to side to sign that she needs to use the bathroom)

Nick: *nods* Alright. Read you loud and clear. *stands and takes her to the bathroom. He leaves the door gapped so he can keep an eye on her without invading her privacy*

Teshteal: *sniffs* The kind that finds joy in the kill. I do enjoy it in a sick sense. There's a... a rush. Raiders used to enjoy throwing me against feral ghouls and all sorts of things they could fight... including other people. And I loved every second of it until I realized what exactly I had done. You shouldn't trust me. *quietly* No one should...

Joyce: (Lightly taps the bottom of his chin) “I’ll be honest, I have a hard time believing that you really enjoyed that… Not after I’ve seen how kindhearted you are. And you say that you eventually realized what you were doing and stopped? That’s better than continuing killing…”

Jasmine: (Leans on the sink for balance and catches a warm sun beam on her face from the window above, making her stop with wide eyes. She feels a prickle on her skin that almost feels like a light buzzing massage, wheels turning in her head when it registers what this is and her mind muffles out everything else. She quickly uses the toilet and washes her hands, then snatches a towel from under the sink and wraps it over her shoulders to cover up as she carefully climbs out of the window and up onto the roof without making much noise, being small and nimble enough to do so and devoted hard enough to reach the sunlight that it becomes her primary goal, which means she temporarily forgets about her previous fears about being separated from Nick and the pain from her wounds)

Lucille: *testing her dexterity in her newly modified arm and hand* Wow. Nick would barely recognize his old arm. *making her hand into a first* You did good, Dad.

Gardio: *proud smile* Wouldn't have been able to do it without you...

Nick: You good in there? *checks and notices the window's open. Wordlessly rushes to it and looks outside to find her. He turns and leans his back out of the window to look up and catches a brief glimps of her feet* What is she doing up there? *climbs out himself*

Jasmine: (Doing her best to only let her knees, feet, and hands touch the dirty roof as she crawls to get away from the ledge, hissing through her teeth with the pain moving brings. She looks around and finds that a platform with a staircase that leads back to the ground was added to the top of the roof, her first though being that it’s a lookout point but then she sees that a double reclining sun lounger has been placed on the platform, making a nice place to relax and enjoy the breeze or the sun)

Nick: *from afar, but he's raised the volume of his voice so she can hear* Decided to get some fresh air, hm? Why didn't you just say so? *isn't all to opposed to her climbing on the roof- she's pulled more dangerous skits than this. Besides if it isn't hurting her, then why should he stop her*

Teshteal: ...I only stopped when they were dead. *wants her to realize just who she's holding. A monster. A demon. A bloodthirsty beast.*

Joyce: (Still swaying him lovingly side to side as she starts to pet his hair again to comfort him) “And how did you feel about that after it happened? Has it changed to how you feel now?”

Ma: (Finished her food and is cleaning the med room once again, scrubbing away any blood that was dribbled onto the floor or on the cot)

Jasmine: (Snaps out of it at the sound of Nick's voice and stops crawling, turning around to face him. She sits on her knees while she blinks to process her commanding thoughts that had almost completely taken a hold without her noticing. She points to the sun, then to the platform with lounge chair to try and help express and sort her jumbled mind) “…..…” (Suddenly whimpers loudly as she holds out her arms to her Dad to be picked up when it hits her that she is currently in extreme pain because of her wounds and at the fact that she's outside while only in her undies and a towel that's draped around her shoulders. A very stupid decision on her part, but she wanted to bask in the sunshine)

Nick: Okay, Rosie. *nods and scoops her up. He takes her to the lounge chairs and holds her in his lap so she can enjoy the sunlight*

Jasmine: (Raises her face to the warm sun, humming softly as she relaxes in her Dads arms completely and the fear melts away. It’s warm out today, winter finally kicking the bucket and letting spring arrive. She ends up tossing aside the towel so she can feel more of the suns rays on her, although she’s still covered in bandages)

Teshteal: I felt like I was some uncontrollable beast and now I'm not sure if it's even safe to be close to people...

Joyce: (Frowns a little) “But everybody needs somebody in their life… Besides, you seem pretty tame to me. If you were so uncontrollable, would you have hurt the girl for attacking Donny upstairs? For putting me in danger?”

Teshteal: Not necessarily for hurting him- but if the circumstances were right, the programming might push me to do so since she's a higher ranked soldier. Even though we're safeguarding each other.

Joyce: (Blinks a little in confusion) “I’m sorry, I’m a little lost. Higher rank…? Safeguarding? And higher ranked soldier? She’s a little girl.”

Nick: *glad this is soothing her. It is pretty nice out for a change*

Jasmine: (Starts peeling off her bandages around her waist and chest, working a little too harshly as she’s done in the past because she can’t really coordinate her motor skills properly. Her wounds are still aching like mad and some are even still bleeding a little when she moves)

Teshteal: That vault made soldiers out of anyone who had potential. The best ones were ranked highest but even that life was torturous. It only proved how physically capable you were of taking someone else's life. They tried to condition us to be predispositioned to want to kill each other. So... if it weren't for the fact we're free of them and that we've decided to safeguard each other, one of us would be dead by now.

Joyce: (Eyes widen even more and she clutches Teshteal tighter) “But you don’t actually want to kill her even if you’re conditioned to, you saved her. And she doesn’t want to kill you either…”

Nick: *grabs her hands to stop her* I don't know why you want to peel these off so badly this time, but you need to stop.

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint like a toddler, shaking her head vigorously but she doesn’t struggle like usual. She tries to point to the sun while her hands are restrained, then at the cuts on her body like she’s trying to say there’s a connection between the two)

Nick: *wonders if the sun helps heal her wounds* Alright. But you're gonna have to let me take them off for you. I'm worried you might make the wounds worse. *starts gently removing the bandages* Just don't start clawing at yourself, alright?

Jasmine: (Nods and calms down, putting down her hands to let him take off the bandages. She stares up at Nick with childlike eye, keeping her focus on him so she doesn’t see the words she carved into her own skin)

Teshteal: I can't say if she doesn't want me dead but I certainly don't want her to die. *sadly* If our programming overrides our want to protect each other then I can't say either of us are safe.

Joyce: (Pulls back slightly to look at her boyfriend) “…Have you discussed this with the rest of your group? What to do if things get out of hand?” (Takes a deep breath) “And can she actually kill you if she wanted…?”

Teshteal: Nick has the code words- he's one of the ones with authority over both of us. I assume he can stop us if things get out of hand. *quietly* I haven't told Dio, yet... but I don't think he needs to know. *even quieter as he looks away from Joyce, remembering how inferior he is to Jas* Nick might not be fast enough to use them if she tries to kill me. I'll probably die first...

Nick: *very carefully removes the bandages for her, revealing the wounds to the sun*

Jasmine: (Sighs with relief when the bandages are finally gone, she felt like a mummy with all of them tightly wrapped around her. A very uncomfortable and restricted mummy. She stretches out with an adorable sleepy kitten yawn, slowly running her hands over herself as she hums sweetly again at the sunbeams hitting her terribly marred skin. Pretty soon, the prickling that she felt on her face starts to spread to wherever areas are under direct sunlight, a sign that her boosted healing enhancements are starting to work)

Joyce: (Squeezes his hand, again remembering how Jasmine had fought Donny and had the upper hand even when she was horribly injured, and her brother had said she wasn’t trying to hurt him. It frightens her a little to think that the girl is capable of doing more) “…That “might” doesn’t sound like something we can just leave hanging in the air. Not if safety is a concern.” (Gently cups Teshteals face, deep concern in her eyes)

Teshteal: You don't understand... there's nothing that CAN be done once she's targeting you that way. If she can't control herself and goes in for the kill, no one can stop her. It's a lost cause, either way.

Joyce: (Almost fearfully) “There has to be something...”

Nick: There. Better? *small smile down at the teen*

Jasmine: (Nods her head as she continues to stretch out, her eyes sparkling a little. She doesn’t normally use this method of healing as it requires her to strip down to her underwear or the equivalent of a two piece bathing suit then lay outside completely exposed in direct sunlight. Considering she’s normally dressed in layers and doesn’t even like removing her jacket when outside or in the presence of others, this usually would send splitting alarm bells in her head. Besides, why would she want to heal wounds that she purposely made to bring her relieving pain. But right now she has Dad watching over her and no one can see her up here unless they climb a tree so she feels completely safe, and she feels a little more compelled to heal her wounds this time around)

Ma: (Wonders if Nick would like to give his daughter some bone broth, its highly nutritious and should be easy on the girls stomach. She heads back to the guestroom to ask, finding them both gone. Puzzled she starts searching the house, checking everywhere except Joyce's room. When she finds no sign of them she heads into the attic and taps on the wall) “Do either of you two happen to know where Detective Valentine went? Both him and Rosalinda are missing from the room.”

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[enelea]

They went out for pizza with the kids and had an amazing time together. While he obviously couldn't make the moves on Helga Infront of his kids, he wanted them to get used to seeing him and Helga together. He did little things like touch her cheek or put his arm around her shoulder. He gave her his jacket when it became a bit chilly. He could see that she wasn't hiding her feelings for him anymore and made eye contact more and more now. He loved her eyes! She was simply beautiful and he was so happy he could hardly contain himself.

He came home with a promotion the next day and found her putting garbage in the trashcan outside. "I did it, I got a promotion!" He called from the car. " Congratulations I am so happy to hear that. You deserve it!" She ran to him and he hugged her close. Very close. "Can we celebrate?" He asked her breathlessly. "What did you have in mind? Ice cream with the kids?" She replied. "That sounds wonderful", he said. "But can you tay when they go to sleep? I would like to chat with you a bit - uninterrupted." "Sure boss", she smiled. " Am I in trouble?" She added with a wink. " O major trouble, you have no idea." He flirted right back.

The ice cream with the kids was great. They needed to redress Vinnie twice.. Once the kids were off to bed, they settled down in the kitchen with a mug of coffee each. " Ok boss, so what's up?" He looked at this cheeky faced girl with her nose stud and wondered how he could ever have become this blessed. "Well, I find you to be the most amazing woman I have ever laid my eyes on and I would be completely deranged if I didn't marry you immediately." O no what did he just say? She will run off immediately. There's no way this can end well. Instead she got up from her chair and came to his chair, circling his face in her hands, her face close to his and whispered, "and I would be completely deranged not to accept wholeheartedly". Victor could not believe his ears. He jumped up from his chair, snatched her up and carried her to the couch where he thoroughly kissed her. " I never want to let you go, please tell me this is not some dream", he said as he ruffled her hair against his chest. " You read my mind, I was just thinking the same thing", Helga said as she played with his rolled up sleeve. " Ok so are you saying you will marry me or should we still date?" Victor asked hoping not to hear some reply about needing more time or something. "Tomorrow or Thursday? Keeping in mind that Sunday is your son's birthday." "I see you know what you want." " O I am notorious for knowing what I want and getting it, I hope you won't regret this Mr Craigh." Helga purred back. " I won't regret making you mine, trust me." Victor smiled as he showered her in kisses.

Of course the next day was too soon to get married but they did go and pick out rings, engagement and wedding. Since Victor got the promotion, he couldn't entirely skip work and had to work later that night to ensure everything was done. Helga was great and agreed to sleep in his home, to take care of the kids. When Victor finally climbed the stairs quietly he heard Vinnie crying and being calmed down in the master bedroom. Helga was sitting on the side of the bed with Vinnie on her lap, calming him after his nightmare. Once they got him back in his crib, Victor found himself drooling over the beautiful sight of Helga in her pink pajamas. What a wonderful sight. He simply said, "you better get back to the other room, before I do stuff I shouldn't do yet." " Well you are lucky, I am a girl with morals, Mr Craigh" Helga replied as she closed the bedroom door on her way out.

Vinnie's birthday was leaving both kids stressed. It turns out they both feared a nasty birthday because of what happened before...

[sixhours]

bright spots - chapter 16

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Rating: Teen Words: 2.9k Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel & Ellie, Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Marlene, canon divergence, hospital AU, medical stuff, blood, hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical violence, vomiting, implied rape/sexual assault, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

Joel

Joel estimates it’s about fifteen feet from Ellie’s bed to the toilet, and in her current state, weakened from the fever and after days spent in bed, he thinks it might take about the same number of minutes just to get her there.

“I gotcha, I gotcha. Focus on your feet, not on me.”

“That’s what I’m doing, but it’s fucking hard–”

“You’re doin’ fine. C’mon, only–”

He looks behind him, gauging the distance. They’ve moved maybe five feet.

“Almost there,” he says instead.

“Yeah, right,” she huffs, frowning in concentration.

She takes another shuffling step, gripping his forearms hard enough that he has to force himself not to flinch. She should have a therapist, someone working with her on this shit, but the Fireflies obviously don’t care if she’s mobile. Fine with them if she rots in bed as long as the fungus thrives inside her.

A few minutes and many slow, shuffling steps later, they cross the threshold into the bathroom. She’s breathing harder than he’d like, but she’s still upright and holding most of her own weight, and she has enough dexterity to let go of him and brace herself on the bathroom sink. Progress is progress.

“Dude, I am not pissing in front of you,” she says.

“I can get one of the nur–”

“No.”

He eyes the distance to the toilet, a whole three feet to the other side of the room that she’ll have to cross alone. Plus the sitting and standing and wrangling with her scrub pants.

“I’m fine,” she insists.

“Alright,” he sighs, retreating just outside the door. “I’ll be right here, okay? Call if you need me. Take it slow, and don’t try to–”

“I know how to fucking pee, Joel.”

He sighs again, leaving the door open just a crack so he can hear her.

“Fully closed!” she snaps.

“Right,” he mutters, biting his tongue. Then he settles in to wait, listening intently for the sound of her crashing to the floor, tries not to imagine her slipping on the tile. With his good ear pressed to the door, he can’t tell if she’s being extra quiet or just not moving at all. A minute passes and he hesitates before tapping lightly. 

“Ellie? You good?”

“I’m fine! Cover your fucking ears!”

He snorts, hears her swearing under her breath, so fucking embarrassing.

They’ve spent the last week attached at the hip until he wasn’t sure who was clinging to who. Rationally he knows she’s young and strong and her recovery is going well. The infection was more bark than bite, they caught it early, and it responded to antibiotics. But the part of him that once held his dying baby girl in his arms won’t be soothed by reason.

He thinks about Sarah, six years old and riding away on her bike, training wheels off as she weaved and wobbled, tamping down on the urge to chase after her and set her straight. He’d been forced to watch as she veered too far left, tipped, and landed in the hedge. All scrapes and bruises and teary demands to kiss it better before going again. He’d never had the time to be a helicopter parent before, but with Ellie, all he has is time.

It’s an all too familiar sensation, the feeling of watching his heart walk around outside his body, and lately, he’s worrying his bottom lip raw with the realization that Ellie is more than a kid he’s come to care for.

She’s his kid, just as much as Sarah was.

“Ellie?” he tries again when it’s been at least five minutes (maybe more like two) and he thinks he hears the water running.

“Oh my god, Joel, I’m almost done.”

“Alright, alright, I’m–I’m just–”

The door swings open and she leans on the frame, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“You wash your hands?” he says, for lack of anything more clever.

“Ugh! Yes, I washed my fucking hands.”

“Alright then, back to bed.”

She holds out an arm to brace herself against him but he fights every instinct he has and takes a step back. The training wheels have to come off sometime.

“Try it on your own.”

“C’mon, man, I’m tired.”

“You got enough energy to whine, you can get yourself to bed. You gotta build your strength back up, and you’re not gonna do that hangin’ off me.”

Jaw set and with a disgruntled growl, she takes her first shuffling step. Then two. It’s seven steps in before he relents and reaches out an arm to help steady her, one more before she takes it and leans on him more fully. He can feel the tremor in her grip.

“How is this so fucking hard?” she laments when she finally flops down onto the mattress with a groan. “Now I know how it feels to be old as dirt.”

“It’ll get easier,” he says, taking the seat next to her. “An’ I resemble that remark.”

“Yeah, you do,” she says with a sleepy smirk.

“Rest up and keep workin’ on it and you’ll be runnin’ circles around me in no time.”

She grumbles but doesn’t offer any further response, so he holds up her copy of Little Women. “Wanna read?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, burrowing into her bed. “But you read; my eyes hurt.”

It’s a common request now, when she’s too weak or headachy to read to herself. She’s dozing by the time he’s finished the chapter, so he dog-ears the page and sets it down. Smoothing the hair from her forehead, he leans down and presses a kiss there.

He tells himself he’s checking her temperature, but she hasn’t had one for days.

“No time” turns out to be two weeks, give or take. They take walks around the ward, gauging her progress by the number of empty rooms they pass before she has to lean on him. Soon enough she can loop the floor before she needs a rest, and by week two she’s almost back to full strength.

Meanwhile, there are no more tests. Marlene and her asshole doctor make themselves scarce and thank fuck for that. Ellie doesn’t ask questions, and Joel doesn’t bring it up, hoping she’s finally starting to see the danger of Marlene’s influence. Maybe the fever, horrible as it was, burned some sense into her. He’s even started to hope that they could leave the Fireflies and get back to Jackson before cold weather sets in, but he holds out, telling himself she needs to rest and recover…and he needs more time to figure out how to navigate that conversation.

But then it all goes to shit.

He’d laid down to nurse a headache and must have dozed off, because he wakes to the sound of Marlene’s low voice on the other side of the curtain. Something in her tone sets his teeth on edge, and he waits, feigning sleep, trying to understand what he’s hearing.

“...but I know it’s not what you were hoping for.”

Silence.

“She would be so proud of you, Ellie. We all are. Anna was so brave and…you’re so much like her.”

More silence. His gut twists, intuition bringing him to his feet, and he pulls back the curtain. Ellie is sitting up in bed, eyes red-rimmed, staring mutely at her hands in her lap.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says. “Everythin’ alright?”

She doesn’t answer. He looks at Marlene.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” Marlene sighs, getting up with a wary eye toward Ellie. “Just…some hard truths.”

He’s trying to figure out what the hell that means, but Marlene ducks her head and leaves the room before he can ask. So he goes to Ellie and puts a careful hand on her shoulder.

“Ellie? Hey–”

“I’m fine, Joel,” she mutters.

“Y’don’t sound fine.”

“I said I’m fine,” she says thickly, swiping at her eyes.

He kneels, trying to look into her face, reaching for her hand. “C’mon, honey, talk to me.”

“Go away,” she whispers, so low Joel doesn’t catch it at first.

“What baby?”

“I said, go away,” she grits out, pulling out of his grasp and throwing herself onto her side, turning away from him, shutting him out.

He stands, rooted in place, numb. Wonders how everything went wrong, what changed in the short half hour his eyes were closed.

Marlene, he thinks, rage beginning to percolate in his veins. It’s always fuckin’ Marlene. This is Tommy all over again.

But it’s not. Because he’s not going to lose Ellie, too. He can’t.

With that, he turns and stalks out of the room and down the hall. He wonders what bald-faced lies she’s told her, wonders if he’s the subject this time or just collateral damage.

He finds Marlene in her office, shadows lining her face in the light of a single desk lamp, a half-empty glass of whiskey at hand. The guards flanking her door don’t block his way, but they don’t leave, either.

“The fuck did you say to her?” he demands.

Marlene doesn’t look up from her papers, even though she’s not writing. “I told her the truth.”

“What does that mean?”

A deep sigh. For her part, she looks almost regretful.

“She asked me about her father.”

He stiffens. He knows Marlene told Ellie things about her past, about her mother. He’d never heard anything about a father but that wasn’t surprising. Single parents were the rule, not the exception, and since Ellie had never brought it up, it didn’t seem right to pry.

“And?” he prompts, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other.

She looks at him, dark-ringed eyes and exhaustion in every crease and line of her face. She’s aged ten years since they first found the hospital, he thinks.

He can’t say he has much sympathy.

“At one point,” she begins, sitting back in her chair. “Anna was put in FEDRA lockup for a month. She was accused of affiliating with terrorists. At the time, we thought she was lucky to get off with a month in lockup and not a hanging…but I suppose it’s all relative.

“She came back...different. You know how ruthless the FEDRA soldiers could be,” she says, eyeing him.

He does know. He spent some time in lockup himself for one reason or another–late for curfew, drunk and disorderly once–and he remembers Tess saying it was always worse for women. But again, he tries and fails to find sympathy, bites his tongue on a snide retort. FEDRA was ruthless, but the Fireflies were hardly saints.

“They didn’t need a reason to keep her as long as they wanted. We think she was tortured, but she wouldn’t talk about it. They were trying to get her to give up the names of higher-ups…like me.”

He folds his arms. “So?”

“A couple months later…Anna took a pregnancy test,” she says, swirling the dregs of her drink and downing it. “You know the rest.”

Joel’s blood turns to ice.

“I told her to terminate the pregnancy,” Marlene says flatly. “A baby? In this shit? But she wouldn’t. Anna wasn’t religious, but she…she was an optimist. She was always…hopeful…like that. She wanted it.”

It, he thinks angrily, fists clenching. Even now, the girl who sat in the room down the hall was just it to this woman.

“Why the hell would you tell her somethin’ like that?”

“Because she asked. And she deserves to know the truth. She would have figured it out sooner or later.”

“That ain’t…that don’t make it right. You don’t get to…to decide that for her. Jesus, Marlene, everythin’ she’s doin’ for you–”

“For the cause.”

“You an’ your fuckin’ cause!” he snarls. “You’ve got nothin’ without that girl and now you go an’–”

“You don’t fucking understand,” she says, and her voice sounds close to breaking. “I see that girl, and I see…I see Anna. Anna would still be alive if–”

“No,” he growls. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth.”

“I see everything I lost.”

“She didn’t ask for any of this,” he fires back. “So don’t fuckin’ take that out on her.”

She sits back, sneering.

“You know, I haven’t been able to figure it out. Why you seem to have her wrapped around your little finger. Does she know who you are, Joel? Does she know the things you’ve done?”

“This ain’t about m–”

“I don’t think she does,” she cuts him off coldly. “And then, there’s you. In all the time I’ve known you, from everything your brother told me, you’ve been nothing but a cold-hearted killer. Unless…”

She cocks her head, eyes widening, shining with recognition.

“Tommy alluded to someone…but I never got it out of him. He was always so loyal to you, even after…I never understood it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Joel grits out, barely able to speak around the painful clench of his teeth.

“Was it a girl? Or a boy?”

His brow furrows, nostrils flaring.

“I’m guessing a girl. It’s the only reason I can think a bastard like you would care this much.”

He’s on her before he can stop himself, hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up out of her chair and driving her back until she hits the wall with a thud. The sounds of rifles being cocked behind him ring in his ears but he doesn’t loosen his grip, the satisfaction of doing the thing he’s wanted to do ever since they got here.

“Go ahead,” she spits, almost smiling. “You kill me and they’ll put a bullet in your head before I hit the ground.”

He sneers, redoubles his effort just to hear the sound, that last gurgling, wheezing breath.

Her words are a croak. “She’ll…be…alone…”

That relaxes his grip, hand shaking as it is with the force of it. She grins then, draws in a lungful of air, and laughs, a wet, gurgling chuckle that turns Joel’s stomach. But he lets go, puts his hands up in surrender.

Marlene cups her throat, still that smug, self-satisfied grin.

“Go back…to your girl,” she rasps.

With a low growl, he turns on his heel and leaves, shouldering roughly past the guards. He doesn’t go back to their room. He walks down the hall, past the nurse’s station, past the stairwell, until he’s reached the next wing. He ducks into one of the empty rooms and presses his forehead to the cool concrete wall.

His chest is on fire, his fists refuse to unclench. He’s so fucking helpless, so useless he could sob. He can’t protect her from Marlene, can’t protect her from her own misguided sense of virtue, can’t stop this machine from moving forward and grinding away at her, taking pieces of her along with every ounce of blood, every biopsy. He’s so angry and there’s nowhere for it to go. And his rage does nothing for her. Fifty-seven years old but he still feels like that twenty-something kid with a world of responsibility on too-thin shoulders.

Ellie. His Ellie. The girl who saved him more than once, brought him back to life in a way he’s only just beginning to understand. She’s not going to survive this.

There’s only one option he can see.

He wipes roughly at his eyes and breathes through it, wrestles his fury into submission, tames it and gentles it, tells it to wait.

He’s going to need it to get them out.

Ellie

As soon as the words left Marlene’s mouth, she’d felt herself go numb.

Your father was a FEDRA soldier.

She’d understood the implication from the way she’d said it, disgust written on her face. Ellie doesn’t even have a name to go with the crime of her conception. Just ‘a FEDRA soldier.’ He could have been one of her instructors at school, one of the guards. He could be dead now.

She hopes he is.

She wasn’t stupid or naive; she’d been raised in a military school where control was the law. She knew that sometimes rape was used as a punishment, she knew which guards to avoid, she knew students who traded sexual favors for immunity. But she’d also had a modicum of shelter; Riley was a force, older and stronger and full of fury, with the kind of self-confidence that comes from having known the love of a family. And Ellie hasn’t asked, but she suspects Marlene was pulling strings behind the scenes to keep her out of trouble.

Violent heart.

David’s words come back to her, a black seed planted low in her gut back in the cold winter mountains, blooming like a poisoned flower in the light. She knows what he wanted from her, what he’d intended to do, what he would have done if she hadn’t chopped him to pieces.

But maybe he’d simply seen what others couldn’t.

She feels the badness in her like a physical thing, a cold stone stuck in her throat. Her mother suffered, and she suddenly hates her for that, hates this woman she’s never met who chose to bring her into the world knowing she was a half-child, half-loved, half-wanted. Left her with a cordyceps-riddled body and a single switchblade and a scar that runs deeper than the bite on her arm.

Now she kills every good thing she touches.

She curls up in her bed and lets her mind drift away. She doesn’t hear Joel return, but she can sense his presence, hovering at the edges, always there. He’s worried, she knows. He’s always worried. She vaguely thinks she heard yelling from down the hall, wonders if Marlene told him, if he knows her shameful secret.

Maybe he should have left her and saved himself the trouble. It’s only a matter of time before she hurts him, too.

[pxtched]

Responding to the requests request! I’m TERRIBLE at requests but you mentioned nerd!miguel and I’m a SLUT for dry humping. You can take the plot with your talented writing brain

NEED. - NSFW - NERD!MIGUEL X QUEENBEE!READER.

tags - fluffy smut, established relationship, afab!reader, Sub!miguel softdom!reader.

cw - dry humping , semi-male masterbation , Cumming in pants.

a/n - new layout, omggg?!? And thank you anon, my motivation hasn’t been the best so it might not be good though I added some stuff, hope it’s to your liking mwah 😽 i DID NOT MEAN TO POST THIS THIS LATE IM SO TIRED IM SORRY YALL

You and Miguel have been hanging around…secretly. You obviously can’t have your reputation ruined! What would people think? Seeing a popular person like you hanging around with a nerdy-nobody.

Though, you have been hanging around with Miguel more just not all the way. He sits at your booth next to you in lunch, one of your hands and his hands holding each other lovingly.

You can’t help but love him everyday. Yes, maybe at first you hated him and literally was disgusted of him…but you grown to love him. You feel shitty on how you treated him before but you’ll never say it.

Enough about the past, You and him are now in your booth. You’re gossiping with your friends about some girl, while he’s just doing your work and his. His eyes focusing on the work and also on you.

He’s holding your hand under the table as he works. He smiles as he hears you laughter, he wants to laugh with you and kiss your cheek. But since both of you guys are in public and he knows your reputation, so he just squeezed your hand gently with a soft smile on his face.

You look at him and smile, and when no one was paying attention you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek which made him blush and smile like an idiot.

It’s pathetic that a simple kiss can give him this effect but can he blame himself? It’s you, you’re his secret girlfriend! He adores you deeply and you do too. He just wants to go to your dorm and be with you, not with your friends.

Then after that, You were talking with MORE friends. He wants you and you, he immediately waits for you to be done talking. The growing need for you increasing every minute.

He follows you to your classroom and watches you leave, then he turns to his. He sits through his lecture, until he gets a text message from you. You sent him a text. “Hey miggy imma be with my friends for a while, not for long!!”

He frowns and puts his phone away, now he’s going to be alone for couple more hours? This isn’t making him feel better, it just makes him want you more.

When the day was over, he went to your dorm and went inside. He expected you to be there but quickly realized that your going to be gone for 30 minutes, maybe an hour?

He whines and closes the door, his nose is filled with your scent and it won’t leave him alone. It just drives him crazy. He has to deal with this, try his best too. He goes to your bed and sits down, he puts his hand down his pants to finally free his aching cock.

He bites his bottom lip as he puts his hand on his cock and starts moving slowly, thinking it’s your hand instead of his. He closes his eyes and think of you. He misses you so badly. He wants—no—he needs you.

He starts to go faster as he lets out whimpers, fuck. It isn’t working, it’s just making it worst. It’s like his own body is trying to edge himself! he can’t come without you, he needs you.

He stops and sighs, his face flushed as he puts his dick back in his pants and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. He just has to be patient, he can do that. He done it before and he can do it again.

After 20 minutes you came back, he was doing some work on your desk to distract himself. You see him and smile. You close the door and kiss him on the cheek “missed you miggy” you say softly as you walk to your bed and change into more comfortable clothes.

He couldn’t help himself and watch you change into a t-shirt and some shorts, you noticed and giggle “like what you see?” You teased him and he blushed and turns his head away which makes you laugh.

You lay down on your stomach on your bed as you pull up your phone and scroll on TikTok, bored and have nothing else to do.

He gets up from the chair and walks to you, he gets on the bed and lay on you. His head in your neck as he closes his eyes and take in your scent. You think nothing of it and smile at him, but your eyes widen as you feel him slowly grinding on you. His hips rolling as his clothed dick grinds on your ass.

“Need you so badly baby, couldn’t come without you” he whimpers out as he kept on humping you. You let out a whimper as he increases his pace. “Fuck—love you so much” “love you, so much” he mumbles as he gives sloppy on your jawline and neck.

“Wait honey, let me turn around” you say as he backs off to give you room to do so. Once your on your back, you give him a smile and a nod to continue. His eyes widen as he smiled like he’s on cloud 9.

“Thank you, Thank you, thank you” he repeats as he aligns his clothes cock on your clothed pussy, “Te quiero, tanta mierda cariño” he says and you kiss him “love you too, but shush” you tell him and he chuckles.

He nods and started rolling his hips, feeling his tip hit your clit makes both of you moan. He bites his bottom lip to suppress his moans but he couldn’t, he lets out pathetic moans as he moves his hips faster.

Your legs wraps around his hips as you pull him into a deep, sloppy but passionate kiss. You moan in the kiss as he humps harder. His thrusts become sloppy and frantically as he lets out more moans and whimpers, your moans become high pitched as you feel the familiar knot in your core about to snap.

“I’m-im close Miguel!” You moan out as your face becomes warmer, he moans out “me too, come with me please” he says as he looks in your eyes, his glasses almost falling off of his face.

You kiss him sloppy as you came in your panties, he does the same as he comes in his underwear. He slumps on top of you, regaining his breath. You smiled and brush his hair with your fingers.

“Sorry for leaving you alone” you apologized as you kissed his jawline, he smiled back and responds “it’s okay, thank you so much.” He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

You giggle and kiss him back. “Love you, you big dork.”

“Love you too mi alma.”

After a comforting silence, you Pat his shoulder to get his attention “let’s take a shower and let me change my sheets then we can cuddle.” He smiled and nodded as he gets up.

He loves you deeply, and you do too.

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[jackpiastri]

accidentally drunk – cn21

your first time drinking ends up going a little different from how clement had planned.

genre: fluff

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of alcohol, one tiny semi-sexual joke at the end

requested?: no

author's note: hello hello, jack (@httpiastri) here again! it's been over a week and i still haven't gotten an answer from tumblr support... anyways, i'm not the biggest fan of the first part of this one but i think it gets better towards the like middle. anyways #2, it's race week and i've been missing oscar so i can't wait for this weekend 😚

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clement is sitting at the table in marcus's kitchen, deep into a discussion about one of his last races with felipe, when there’s a tap on his arm. "hey, clem?"

the frenchman turns his head, blinking at james standing behind him.

"i think you should go check up on your girl, mate."

clement cocks an eyebrow at his friend, who just points back out to the living room. putting down his drink on the table, he excuses himself before making his way out of the kitchen.

you and clement are different in a lot of ways. he is a professional racing driver, you don't even have your drivers license yet. he is a big chatterbox and makes friends anywhere and everywhere he goes, while you are a bit on the quieter side. he loves to go out drinking with friends, while you have never even had alcohol before – something clement found completely crazy for someone above the age of 20 in europe.

you work well as a couple despite these differences, of course. when he's traveling the world for racing, he always makes sure to spend a lot of time with you when he is back at home. when he sees you dropping out of a conversation with his friends, he tries to include you, yet makes sure not to pressure you. and when he gets completely shitfaced on a night out, you are the sober one, the one who makes sure he gets home safely, the one to force him to drink his water before bed.

it's not like you see yourself as someone who will never ever drink; you just haven't really seen the meaning or felt the need to try it. that was, until today.

after having a quite silly chat about it last week when you went out with clement and his friends, where james had dropped a drunken comment about you being too much of a "prude", you decided that maybe it was time. why not just give it a little taste today at the party in marcus's apartment?

and your whole experience has gone better than expected, clement thought. until this moment, at least.

he figured he wouldn't be the best of boyfriends if the first thing he let you drink was just straight up tequila. so instead, he started you off with a sweet homemade drink with a very low amount of alcohol, just to ease you into it and take the edge off it. you'd eventually warmed up to both the sensation and the taste, meaning you were agreeing to taste some of the stronger drinks his friends were offering you. half a shot turned into a full one, and you grew cuddly in clement's hold as you sat together on the couch.

he wasn't scared that you'd get too drunk or feel too bad – he was supposed to be by your side all night to make sure everything went smoothly. but a few hours in, your sweet little mouth had asked him to leave you and alice alone on the couch, saying the two of you needed some time alone for "girl talk". and how could he say no to you when you begged him with those gorgeous eyes of yours?

that's how he found himself in the kitchen, chatting to some friends, before he was interrupted and reminded of your presence. obviously, james telling him to go find you made him a little nervous. this was your first time, after all; how could he be sure nothing would go wrong when he wasn't by your side?

so when he sees you sitting up in the couch, seemingly alive and well, he relaxes a little.

he can hear your laughter all the way to the doorway, though, and you look like you're having difficulties with your balance even as you're just sitting. so, maybe everything isn't all well.

clement makes his way through the crowded room and when he comes closer, he can tell how forced alice's smile looks as she's nodding along to whatever you're babbling about. when she sees him, her smile turns into a relieved one instead. "oh!" she interrupts you and points up at him, making him raise his eyebrows. "look who it is, your boyfriend!"

you blink at her for a few seconds. "my boyfriend?..." you ask, before slowly turning your head to your side. it takes a while for you to realize who the person standing there is, but once you do, your entire face lights up. "my boyfriend!"

"here, have my seat," alice tells clement, standing up instantly. then she pats him on his back, wishing him luck before hurrying away in another direction.

he hesitantly sits down right next to you, a confused look spreading across his face. the confusion grows when you throw yourself over him, engulfing him in a big hug. "oh, hey there," he laughs, holding you tight. "how's it going?"

"so good. literally." one of his arms stays around your waist once you pull away from the hug. "i'm having the best time."

"oh, yeah?" you nod, reaching for a glass standing on the table and taking a big sip. "what are you drinking?"

you shrug, sipping on it some more. clement's nose scrunches up at the smell of the liquor from just sitting next to you.

when his fingers reach for the cup, you hold it away from him, showing off a big pout on your lips. he lets out another laugh. "i don't want to steal it from you. i just want to taste it," he lies, tilting his head and putting on his best puppy eyes. anything to get you away from that cup, he thinks. "just one tiny sip?"

you eventually oblige, and when he gets some of the drink in his mouth, he almost spits it out instantly. the liquid stings in his throat as he swallows, and he feels like just one gulp could be enough to make anyone completely wasted.

"what is this? where did you get this?" he asks, staring intently into the cup as if he would be able to guess it's content.

you look away, thinking long and hard. "i think..." you scratch the side of your head, trying to remember. "i thought this was my glass of water – i swear, it was standing right there – but someone must've taken the wrong one, so i took this one accidentally and i thought it tasted really good so i just kept on drinking. it's great, isn't it?"

clement looks at you, amazed both at your rambling and at the way your taste buds must've gone home for the day. "love," he puts the drink onto the table before letting his fingers brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen into your face. "that is actually the worst concoction i've ever tasted. how could you ever think that was good?"

you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "that's mean."

clement's eyes soften. "i'm sorry, baby." his hand moves to cup your cheek and you instantly, as if out of instinct, lean into his touch. "i think i want to go home. would that be okay with you?"

"i want to stay."

your boyfriend lets out a sigh but he can't help but smile. "always when you want to leave a party, i leave with you, right? do you remember that?" you nod, but you still don't look quite pleased. clement would feel bad if he wasn't doing this for your own best. "i think you should come with me. we can snuggle up in my bed, maybe kiss a little? or do anything else you'd like?"

"mkay."

you look too cute like this, and clement feels this new type of feeling for you. some kind of... almost protective concern; he wants to take care of you. clement can't help but to lean forward to press his lips on yours, and you are finally smiling again once he pulls away. it's like your earlier emotions have disappeared in a snap, and you point to your lips to ask for another kiss. he kisses you again, and again, leaving several quick pecks to your lips before moving along your cheek, the tingling sensation leaving you giggling.

"let's go, then," he says, standing up and holding out his hand towards you. you take it in yours and let him drag you off the couch, but you instantly lose your balance. clement's hand finds your hip in the last second, holding you close to him as he tries to navigate through the crowd to the front door. "sweets, do you remember where you put your jacket?"

your confused eyes scan the piles of discarded outerwear, but to no luck.

"or even what jacket you brought?"

he isn't proud to say he can't remember it himself, but he too isn't perfectly sober. you can't remember what your jacket looks like either, to no surprise, so clement settles on just finding his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

"leaving so soon?" marcus pops into the hallway, a snicker leaving his mouth at the sight of you practically clinging onto clement.

"so late, i would say," your boyfriend answers. he's just about to lean down to ask you something when-

your eyes move up, gaze locking in on the kiwi man in front of you. "marcus!" you take a couple of quick steps forward, hugging him tightly. "thank you for this party, i had the best time! i mean, i don't really want to go home, but clem says that-"

marcus and clement make eye contact over your head, both struggling to keep themselves from exploding in laughter. "i'm glad you enjoyed it," marcus says, patting your shoulder as he pulls away from the hug.

you stumble over to your boyfriend who catches you in his arms as if you're a toddler about to trip and knock something over.

"do you have everything?" he asks, his hands reaching for your purse to make sure all of your necessities were still there. phone, wallet, keys, check check check. he looks up at marcus. "we'll probably be coming back tomorrow to pick up a jacket. maybe some other stuff, too. if she even wakes up by tomorrow."

marcus chuckles. "go for it. and good luck."

clement manages to get you down the building’s stairwell without any falling, and while you wait for the uber outside, he chuckles at the way your eyes close, a bright smile on your lips. "it's cold, but i'm not cold. like, the air is cold, but i'm not cold. how does that make sense?"

clement takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. "that's probably because you're wearing a jacket, sweetheart."

your eyes open to scan the material hanging from your shoulders. you frown. "what? but this isn't my jacket?"

"it's mine," he says, shaking his head at you. his free hand comes up to hold your cheek as you look up at him.

"wow! you gave me your jacket? clement novalak, you are the best man in the world. have i ever told you that before?"

"only in bed."

you don't seem to get the reference, because your blabbering continues. "well, i should tell it to you more often. every day. every hour? i should say it on an instagram story right now. that would be good, don't you think?"

clement is sure that you are going to regret this tomorrow. if you even remember any of it, that is.

[1xseo]

diluc not having enough time for you because of his packed schedule caused by a new important mission in snezhnaya and natlan.

even though you were aware about diluc’s hectic schedule, you didn’t expect for it to be this packed. you’ve given him alot of hints these past few days because of how sexually frustrated you were, yet, he’s thinking nothing of it and would always go straight to sleep after you shower him with affection, it made you insecure and doubt yourself thinking you’re not the one satisfying him anymore.

tired diluc that just got home thinking he would get greeted by his lovely s/o’s warm hug and kiss that he’s been looking forward to after a tiring day, instead, he got greeted by you pouting and sitting at the edge of the bed, obviously upset. his warm smile disappears as he watches you throw a tantrum in your shared room, packing your clothes while you shout things that sounds nonsense to diluc.

he lets you do your thing while he stands at the door stunned, thinking where all the things you’re saying came from, wanting to understand you since he’s afraid he might lose you even more if he opens his mouth. he watches you as you angrily grabbed your clothes towards your bag as he rethinks things that may be the reason why you’re angry when you’re just all over and pampering him the past few days, thinking that he never failed to send you messages and updates everyday when he’s away and never forgot to give you a kiss, so why? why were you mad? he thought you understood?

“this is so fucking unfair diluc, maybe there really is someone else out there that is satisfying you better than me,” you stopped and glanced at him who’s still looking at you stunned, you scoffed turning back to your clothes again “and you’re not even saying anything for fucks sake, do what you want. im staying over your brother’s that would treat me better than this and probably do me 10 times better than you do.”

well shit.

you stopped, realizing what you just said. you knew that he's insecure and hates getting compared to someone else so if you're trying to get him fired up then you're pretty much pressing the right buttons.

as diluc finally snaps, and starts to come towards you while you started to take back everything you said, stuttering "i-im sorry, you k-know i didn’t mean tha-“ you got cut off when he towers over you making you sit on the bed, looking at him with wide doe eyes. seeing him this close made his features more clearer to you, eyes tired and his expression is dark that it made you feel guilty about starting an argument that you feel like it didn't even made sense now.

“is that why you’re throwing a fucking tantrum like a child right now, my love? i don’t want to invalidate what you’re feeling but accussing me from things that i didn’t even do? and now you think my brother can satisfy you better?” diluc says in a raspy voice, you tried opening your mouth but nothing came out.

diluc scoffs pushing you to the bed making you gasp while he towers you once again “we’re going to have a proper talk tomorrow but what i need right now is your pretty mouth to scream nothing but my name and that dumb head of yours to think nothing but me. gon make sure to let kaeya hear downstairs, yeah? have to remind you again and again who you belong to even if it means fucking you till daylight."

your eyes widened when he mentioned kaeya was downstairs and starts to tear up from his mean words as he flips you on your stomach and pushes your head to the mattress with his hand while you hear his heavy breathing behind you and the sound of his belt unbuckling.

knowing you’re in for a long night, you just have to be good for him and take it like a good girl you are, just like he wants you to behave for him the first place.

you grinned on the mattress. looks like your plan worked out at the end after all. :)

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[obixwan]

have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways

pairings: mum reader x dad cody

word count: 800 ish

blurb: after missing the birth of his first child, cody comes home to his girls

warnings: Cody missing out on the birth of his baby, sad cody, dad cody, etc

notes: oh my god please forgive me… i know this isnt my best work but i’m crook as a dog and just wanted to publish something. my proffesor hasnt answered my request for an extension on my portfolio. Unedited. No beta. dying on my couch. send help

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The apartment is silent and Cody is exhausted. There is no laughing ringing through the hallways, no music bouncing off the walls as there so often was. In its silence, the apartment seems cold, empty, despite the shoes stacked by the hallway entrance. Cody kicks his own boots off, nudging them against the wall with his socked foot.

He tiptoes his way into the living room, dumping his field bag on the couch. He takes his helmet off, letting it drop out of his hands next to the bag. He strips off his armour, piece by piece. He’s careful to keep his noise to a minimum and tiptoes down the hallway, into the kitchen.

It’s empty. A fresh rack of starberry cupcakes sits on the counter, almost completely cool. Cody moves them into the containers he knows you use for cupcakes, and packs the rack away to be washed. He wipes the bench down and tip toes down the hallway again, through to your shared bedroom.

The sun is streaming through the curtains, making a perfect pool of warmth on the bed, where he finds you, asleep and softly snoring with your daughter curled up on your tummy, snoozing with you.

The baby, barely two months old, already has tufts of dark curls covering her little head. Her little hands are closed, fisted into your shirt. She’s dressed in the cutest little jumpsuit, a purple flowering pattern splattered all over it. Beside you, on the bed, the day bag is packed to go out. The baby’s orange blanket Cody picked up from an outer rim world and shipped while in the middle of space, is folded neatly beside the bag, ready to be sat on top, but you obviously never made it out the door. Cody’s heart swells, it feels like it could burst in his chest.

“Love the sun, just like your daddy, huh?” He reaches his hands out to the baby, before withdrawing. She wouldn’t know who he is. He doesn’t want to induce a bout of tears. Better to leave the sweet little thing, and wake you instead.

“Mesh’la,” He says, gently brushing stray strands of hair from your face, “I’m home.” He watches you as you stir, your hands instantly going to the small baby on your tummy, holding her as you sit up.

“Cody!” You say, surprise awaking your features.

Cody grins as he takes a seat next to you on the bed. He places a soft kiss on your cheek. “Hello my love.”

“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight.” You say, returning his kiss. You look down at your daughter. “Do you want to hold her?”

Cody’s eyes widen, and he moves away. He hides his hands that have only held weapons as he crosses his arms. “Oh, no, no. Uh, I’ve never held a baby before.”

“Cody,” You say, frowning. “You’re her father. You’ve been great at everything, you’ll be great at this.” Before he can complain or refuse, the baby is shoved into his hands. “Support her head,” You tell him, showing him where to place his hands.

Cody is gentle. The baby doesn’t move, doesn’t squirm. She just settles into his hands, like this is the place she has been waiting to be. Cody’s heart swells again, his hands are almost as big as her little head and he marvels, how could this little thing be half of you and half of him? How could he, a thing breed for destruction, war, fighting, how could he make something so lovely, so small and pure? This is the greatest single achievement of his life.

Without taking his eyes off his baby girl, he asks, “Did you decide on a name?”

“I didn’t want to make a decision without you but… I’ve taken to calling her Lily… We can change it, if you want.”

A soft smile graces Cody’s lips, “My lovely Lily,” He says, placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead. He closes his eyes, he can’t believe he missed the birth of the greatest thing in his life. The baby stirs as she wakes, and her eyes widen and she gives Cody the best toothless smile a baby can give.

“She knows her daddy,” You say, placing a hand on Cody’s shoulder and resting your head on it.’ Big golden eyes are staring up at Cody, and Lily babbles happily, almost as if she’s trying to catch Cody up on all he’s missed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the birth,” Cody whispers.

You tear your eyes from Lily, looking up at Cody. “My love, no need to be sorry. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

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[lavishedinjimin]

for kinky hours can i request a continuation of mean daddy jk when she teased too much expecting to get fucked in return and instead got absolutely nothing. jk comes back home when it’s well after dark to find his baby deep in subspace just crying n begging for him to fuck her right, she can’t even get the words out she’s crying and whining so much for him to make it better.

I believe that anon got the inspo from this drabble!

tags: dd/lg themes so daddy!jk, just him being mean and degrading, name-calling

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As a person who's constantly looking for more, expecting more, he doesn't like to be disappointed.

There are moments where he's playful and can have fun with your ministrations and teasings, but sometimes there are days where he just doesn't want to deal with anyone's bullshit.

In his dominant perspective, he doesn't expect a lot from you – honestly speaking. He just wants you to be his good submissive, and that's all he can ask to be satisfied. Aiding to his needs and wants is the key to his heart.

But he's unpredictable. You wouldn't know if he's in the mood to play or not.

After you'd just been teasing him all day during his work vacation, wearing tiny little skirts with no underwear, grinding your ass against his crotch whenever he allows you to sit on his lap, or just whispering the name 'daddy' in a seductive manner in his ear, he has little to no patience left.

"All right, that's it—" Jungkook moves away from you on the bed and stands up. You raise your brows in anticipation. "I've had enough of you today."

What?

He stands up and grabs his car keys and wallet from the side table.

"Where are you going?" you ask meekly, lips pouting as you feel your heart clench. This isn't what you were foreseeing!

"None of your business. Go and be a slut without me."

"But..." you breath heavily, crawling to him with a desperate effort to lure him back to you, "Daddy, don't go!"

Jungkook smirks, "Aw, my baby girl wanted to get fucked? That's not happening anytime soon." Your hands reach to grab his hips, but he quickly moves away with a confused expression. "God, what a cockslut you are. Always needy for daddy's dick, huh? Don't you have something else to do than wanting to get stuffed and railed?"

He ignores your sad little cries, making his way to the door, "Don't wait for me." Jungkook gives you one final harsh glare before leaving you alone.

~

This is torture.

Nothing can make you feel good. Not the toys, nor your fingers. All your pussy wants were his cock.

The sound of the door swinging open was music to your ears, and you instantly jump up from the bed to wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist. You look at him with tearful, wide eyes.

"Daddy," you whimper, hugging him tighter.

Jungkook sighs deeply, dropping his things on the desk before turning his attention back to you, "Have you been playing with yourself?" He looks at all the toys you've spread out on the bed, "What do you want with me? Haven't you already made yourself cum, whore?"

Jungkook laughs darkly as you nod your head 'no'.

"I'm not in the mood."

He anticipated that cry that left your lips. Truthfully, he was already hard just by the thought of you begging and needing for his cock, and that it's the only thing that can make you cum.

Jungkook gasps as you suddenly grope his cock through his pants, your cunt getting wetter when you feel his throb against your palm. Your little mewls were pushing him further to just tease the living fuck out of you until you beg even harder for him.

His eyes turn into little slits, slapping your hand away from his dick. "Don't you dare start touching me without permission," he growls, holding your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger, "I can smell your arousal from here. That flimsy little skirt barely doing anything to cover you up."

Jungkook sits down at the edge of the bed and manhandles you until you were laid across his lap. With an unstable breath, you beg and beg for him to touch you – finally having him at close proximity after hours of being denied by his touch.

"Baby girl," Jungkook pouts, obviously mocking you, "you want daddy so fucking bad, don't you? Isn't he so mean to leave you alone and so horny?" his hand crawls down to flip your skirt up, revealing your bare ass and pussy. His eyes darken once he saw your dripping pussy, soaking your folds and clit.

He doesn't feel bad at all.

"You want my dick?" he whispers deeply.

You wiggle your hips in need, your whimpers getting louder. You can't even muster a single word from how horny and desperate you are.

"Hmm, I thought so. A wretched whore like you can't go a day without daddy's big cock. That's just..." he traces his middle finger on your folds, driving you crazy, "too bad."

~

I am so wet glad you came up with this request..

[daddyyy88]

Sick | Robin Buckley x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 0.9k

warnings: sick Robin, clingy Robin, ?

summary: taking care of sick Robin

“Babe, you have to get ready for work,” you said, smacking her butt gently whilst she laid on top of the blanket, almost in a starfish position. She groaned and got up, panting a little because she already couldn’t breathe to begin with and doing anything is too draining.

“Woah, why are you breathing hard? Are you sick or something?” You asked and Robin cleared her throat. She shook her head and said “no, no I’m fine” You could hear in her voice that she was sick. She stood up, instantly dizzy and practically leaning all of her weight on you.

“Rob, I can’t carry you, I’m sorry. What’s going on?” You asked and she whimpered. She leaned onto the dresser and said “I’m fine…just tired” “tired? Okay let’s see you walk in a straight line without leaning on anything or busting your ass” you said and she tried, and you barely caught her in time.

“Hon, you’re sick. You have to rest okay, you need to relax” you said and she groaned. You helped her sit on the bed and then left for a bit, you grabbed her some medicine, a thermometer, a hairbrush, clean clothes, a box of tissues, and ice packs to help keep her cool all in a little bag so you wouldn’t be making a thousand trips around the apartment.

“Okay, I gotta make you some breakfast. Do you wanna stay in here or come to the kitchen with me?” You asked and she mumbled “bed” Uou chuckled and said “okay, and I planned on making you a smoothie is that okay?” She nodded and you kissed her head, running your fingers through her hair for a moment.

You quickly made her a smoothie and she drank a little bit of it and then had her medicine, and some water too and you made sure the A.C was low and changed her into a thin white tank top and left her sleep shorts on, taking off the blankets and stuff so nothing was keeping her too hot. You brushed her hair and massaged her pounding head for a few minutes, trying to make her feel better.

“Wait, stop touching me you're gonna get sick” she said and you chuckled. You shook your head and said “let me take care of you bub. You need it” She groaned and you smiled, kissing her cheek.

She started feeling better after an hour or so, not wanting to turn the A.C up so instead she cuddled up to you which was nice. “Are you ready to eat some real food yet?” You asked and she shook her head. You chuckled and she said “slow down there, I just now started feeling less like a furnace and more like a human being. Let’s not rush it”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sue me for trying to make sure you don’t wither away” you said and ran your hands through her hair again. She looked up at you and smiled, chuckling. “What?” You asked and she buried her head into your neck.

You laughed a little at the feeling of her hair and breath tickling your neck and she said “I just…love you” “I love you too” you said and she kissed your neck softly. You smiled, rubbing her back and letting her get more rest since she probably couldn’t sleep well last night.

Eventually she had moved in her sleep enough that you could sneak away and make her some soup, and you were hoping she would sleep a while because you were making a homemade soup your grandma used to make for you as a kid that Robin also really liked. She was obviously very grumpy when she woke up without you there but it was all better when she saw you dancing around in the kitchen whilst making some kind of food she wasn’t paying attention to.

She instantly smiled and walked over to you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. You smiled, moving your head back to look at her. “Hi, pretty girl. I see your feeling a lot better,” you said and she smiled even more and nodded.

You kissed her cheek and said “soups almost ready. It’s my grandma’s soup, the one you like” “oooh yayyy” she said and kissed your temple a few times. You looked back down at the soup and she nuzzled into your neck, indicating that the fever was already coming down since she was now clinging to your warm body.

A few minutes later you said “ok, I’m gonna let it cool down a little and then you can eat it” “so excited” she mumbled and you chuckled. You turned around and she pulled you into her chest, hugging you tight. You giggled and said “I’m supposed to be doing this to you”

“It’s okay, babe. You’re vertically challenged but I still love you” she said and you gasped, both of you giggling a little. She kissed your head and bounced a little, some of her energy coming back because she was feeling better.

“I love you too” you said and she smiled. You two cuddled up and ate the soup, watching Friday the 13th for the thousandth time. Robin liked that movie a lot for some reason, so you never said no because it made her happy.

“I feel so much better. You’re the best girlfriend ever” she said and you smiled, awwing a little. You kissed her temple and said “I’m glad you feel better, bubba” She wrapped his arms around you tighter and buried her head into your chest, murmuring sweet little nothings to you.

Taglist: @amberputh

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

[collecting-stories]

Jellyfish - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! I was wondering or you could do an outer banks imagine where like in season one the pogues leave kie, Sarah and reader on a boat, and the reader is the one getting stung by a jellyfish. The night goes on and she starts having an allergic reaction the jellyfish sting and her breathing starts to go bad and all dizzy. The girls have to call a mayday. And the sherif/ambulance boat? Comes and gets her or the pogues come back the next morning and she is not well at all. Then hospital. The pogues feel really badx Maybe reader x jj?  

A/N: I just started a rewatch of s1 tonight so I can finally watch s2...also I googled allergic reactions to a jellyfish sting for this. 

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Sarah stood beside you, practically holding you up, as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the marsh for the fifth time in so many minutes. The boys plan to strand Sarah and Kiara on the boat hadn’t been a very clever one and when you had protested JJ had jokingly pushed you over the edge of the HMS, claiming that now you too were stranded with them. 

It wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend your night, especially with everyone on each other’s nerves as severely as they were, you’d been looking forward to taking advantage of that and spending the night back at your house with JJ. Instead, you were stranded on Heyward’s boat with Kiara and Sarah bitching at each other. Not to mention the angry red mark blossoming over your stomach from the jellyfish that had stung you as you’d tread water earlier.  

“I thought you said you could fix this stupid piece of shit!” Sarah shouted to Kiara as she rubbed her hand along your back. The juxaposition of her kindness to you and her edgyness with Kiara wasn’t lost on you...even as you felt your head swimming.  

“I gotta lay down,” you urged, hands gripping the edge of the boat as you rested your chin against the cool side, staring into the murky water. It was starting to get darker outside but you weren’t paying attention to that anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up again though this time it felt prompted by the dizzy feeling when you moved your head and not the pain shooting through your abdomen.  

“Okay, let’s lay down...do you want a blanket or something?” Sarah asked, eyes darting around the boat to check for any spare blankets or sweatshirts.

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as your vision blurred. “No...no, it’s so hot.” When you struggled to get JJ’s shirt over your head without moving too much, Sarah grabbed the hem of the shirt and eased it up.  

“She doesn’t need your help!” Kiara yelled from the hatch, looking out at you with concern. You’d been fine earlier, before you’d boarded the boat with them, before the jellyfish stung you, but now you were doing worse and worse. She was trying to fix the boat but it was obvious that JJ and John B’s genius plan had included purposely sabotaging any chance they had of getting the boat back to shore.  

“Obviously, she does!” Sarah shouted back, “she’s puking over the side of the fucking boat! What was in that shit you rolled anyway?”

Kiara looked incredulous at the suggestion that it was the weed they’d smoked that made you like this, “oh cause I poisoned my best friend with weed? Is that it?”  

“Maybe!” Sarah shrugged, “how should I know.”

“Not helping,” you groaned, rolling to the side and pressing your hand against your stomach. “Kie...my stomach is killing me.”  

“What can I do?” She asked, coming back over to you and Sarah.  

“Call for the coast guard or something?” Sarah suggested, looking out over the marsh as if someone would just happen to be driving through. It was pitch black now, the night falling completely. It wasn’t too late yet, close to 9:30p Sarah supposed, but she wasn’t confident that this could last until morning. Who knew when the boys would come back?

“With what phone Sarah? The tower is down.”  

“Swim to shore or something then!” She snapped.

“Sure, no problem...why didn’t I think of that? I’ll jump in the fucking marsh in the pitch black and swim toward what I think might be land!” Kiara shouted.

“Guys,” you snapped, pulling yourself up to the edge of the ship again. You felt like you were going to throw up again but there wasn’t anything left in your stomach, “shut the fuck up! You aren’t helping...I know they messed with the boat, is the radio working?”

“Let me check.” Kiara stood up from your side and headed back to the controls, checking the radio. “I’ve got a signal!”  

You weren’t sure how long it took between Kiara signaling a mayday and the police boat actually coming out on the marsh because you passed out soon after she’d gotten the signal, slumped against Sarah, the pain in your side and abdomen too much for you to bear. Neither of the girls wanted to leave you overnight in the hospital, worried something would happen the second they left your side, so Kiara scribbled a note and left it taped to the window of the boat.  

Gone to the hospital – was all it said. Not very descriptive but extremely alarming, the boys had arrived at the emergency room frantic.  

“What the fuck kind of scare tactic was that Kie!” JJ had shouted down the hallway when he saw his friend outside one of the rooms. A nurse down the same hall shushed him as he passed her and he turned around to flip her off.  

“Excuse me but you three deserve it after the shit you pulled! Leaving us stranded out there with no communication? You’re lucky the radio worked.” Sarah hissed, shoving JJ when he tried to get passed her into the room.  

The second he’d seen her it had been clear the person who was missing, the one who was undoubtedly in the hospital bed in the room he was standing outside of. You’d gotten hurt, seriously if you were here, if they’d had to mayday a police boat.

“What happened?” Pope asked, quieter than his best friend had been able to muster.

“She’s allergic to jellyfish.” Sarah replied, turning a glare on JJ, “when this moron pushed her in the water she got stung and had a reaction.”  

“Is she okay?”

“She’ll be alright...she’s dehydrated though, so she’s on fluids for the rest of the – JJ!” Kiara snapped when he pushed passed her to get into the room. He moved the curtain aside to see you there, still a little out of it from the exhaustion of the night before but you smiled when you saw him.  

“Hey,” he dropped his voice down to a whisper, a contrast to the sharp scrap of the chair that he dragged to your bedside, “I’m so sorry.”

“Guess I’m allergic to something after all.” You managed to tease, recalling the conversation you’d had a few weeks earlier when JJ had begrudgingly given up the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he was trying to make at John B’s when you reminded him that he was highly allergic to peanuts.

He’d claimed that “maybe it went away”, a possibility you both knew to be impossible while you told him that you weren’t stabbing him with an epi-pen if he had an allergic reaction. “I would stab you, if you were allergic to anything,” JJ had replied, settling for jelly on toast instead. 

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” JJ said now, eyeing the bag of fluids that was connected to you via IV. “I would’ve been fine thinking you didn’t have any allergies.” 

“It’s not your fault JJ, it was an accident...I could’ve been stung a million times before this, we literally live on the coast.” You tried to laugh and coughed; throat still sore. JJ grabbed for the pitcher of water at your bedside and poured you a glass, leaning over to help you swallow.  

“Yeah but you didn't get stung a million times before this...you got stung after I pushed you in!”

“We should let you get some rest,” Pope’s voice sounded over JJ’s shoulder and you both looked over to where he was standing at the curtain. He smiled at you, a silent ‘glad you’re okay’ and ‘sorry’ rolled into one.  

You nodded, more than aware that you were on the verge of falling asleep again. Still, you reached for your boyfriend’s hand, settling for his wrist instead as he was still holding the plastic cup. “Will you stay?” you asked, eyes meeting JJ’s.  

“Yeah, of course.” He promised, sitting back down, “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t mention the absolute panic that had racked through him when he saw Kiara’s note or realized you were the one that was injured and he definitely didn’t tell you how severely he blamed himself for you getting stung in the first place, instead he just sat there holding your hand and promising that he would stay there with you until you were discharged. “Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”