#ma’am i am glad you’re okay but you’re too ill to not check in with me pls 😭

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aged several decades this morning alone

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Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

[summerlovingbaby]

Sgt. Barnes

“ Lamar, why am I here?” Y/N asked walker up to Lamar, Walker, Bucky and Sam, who were all gathered by a police car. It was very clear that two of them did not want to be there. The group all looked at Y/N who looked more annoyed than anything.

“ Glad you could make it Y/N.” Walker said with a plastered media smile on his face.

“ I’m here as a favor to Lamar. I owe him a lot.” Y/N said looking at Lamar

“ I saved your life, it’s quite a big favor.” Lamar said punching Y/N softly on the shoulder.

“ Don’t make me bring up the time that you-” Y/N started to say but was cut off by a seemingly panicked Lamar.

“Okay, okay. No need to bring that up.” Lamar responded. Y/N tried to muffle a laugh but, they both ended up laughing in like wild school children hopped up on sugar and sweets. John looked at the pair with jealousy in his eyes. He remembered how close they had been, but it had been so long he honestly forgot. He cleared his throat before saying something, causing the pair to stop laughing. He began to speak but Y/N cut him off.

“ Walker, why am I here?”

“ We could really use a Sgt. Barnes, on a case.” Walker said with a fake plastered smile.

“ So that’s why I’m here?” Y/N said, she suddenly got very upset. “ Really, Lamar, after all we’ve been through. I didn’t think you’d pull this crap.”

“ I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“ Barnes.. that’s quite a coincidence.” Sam said through his teeth.

“ Not a coincidence.” Y/N mumbled. She turned to Bucky and Sam.“ Hello my name is Y/N Barnes, I am your grand daughter.” She said extending a hand to Bucky who slowly extended his hand, and shakes it. She turned back to Walker and her eyes went dark. “ If you asked me here, so you could have your own “Bucky Barnes and “ Falcon” , then you’re dumber than I thought. It was good to see you Lamar.” Then turned to Bucky and Sam.” And I wish we met under better circumstances.” She said turning back to Sam and Bucky who she nodded to, and then turned to leave.

“ Wait... Y/N hear me out.” Lamar started, she turned back around to Lamar with pleading eyes. “ I didn’t know that they would be here, I thought you could help because you’re the only one who’s been trained to fight super soldiers and we could really use your help.” Lamar said. It looked like Y/N as actually considering it for a moment.

“ And who would turn down the chance to work with me.” Walker said standing proudly.

“ Listen here Walker, I don’t owe you anything, and I have nothing to give you. You know nothing about the flag smashers or Carly, that’s why you called me. I’m here on assignment, and I thought you just needed a favor. What you’re asking me isn’t a favor, you want me to do your job. So no John, I can not help you.

“ Last time I checked it’s Captain.” Walker said, snarling through his teeth. He stepped so close to Y/N’s face that she could smell his breath.

“ Last time I checked, I outrank you, I can call you whatever I want.” Her voice was so low it was nearly at a whisper, she was looking up at him with angry eyes, and her lip was twitching ever so slightly.

“ It didn’t matter then, it doesn’t matter now.” Walker said, his hand grabbed at Y/N’s arm. Y/N’s eyes lit up in fear and she tried to step back, but Walkers grip held her in place. She gasped as he gripped her skin harder. When Walker heard this he smiled, like he was happy that she was scared of him.

“ Let me go.” She whispered. “ Please let me go.” She begged, a little louder this time her voice clearly shaking. Bucky heard this and decided to step in.

“ Let her go.” Bucky said pushing them apart. Y/N stumbled backwards and Walker would have lunged at Y/N had Bucky not been in between the pair. Y/N looked like she had just seen a ghost and was about to throw up.

“ It was great to see you again, Lamar. But don’t call me again, got it.” She said, before turning around and speed walking away. Sam and Bucky went to follow her, they moved so fast that they didn’t here Walker’s snarky remark about staying out of the way.

Y/N found herself about a dozen cars away, hunched over a trash can.  She was violently throwing up in the trashcan. It as soo bad that she didn’t even notice Sam and Bucky approaching her to see if she was okay. She only noticed when she heard breathing and Sam and Bucky mumbling.

“ Do you guys need something?” She asked once she finally stopped feeling ill.

“ Are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“ I’m fine. What do you guys need?” Y/N repeated. Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other with concern, it was very clear that she was not telling the whole truth and was stressed. They would have asked her more about it but Y/N spoke again. “ Are you here to ask me for help too?”

“ Yes ma’am.” Sam said.

“ Don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old.”

“ Noted.” Sam nodded. 

“ I need to see Zemo, and we could use your help with the flagsmashers.” Bucky said, his eyes darted to the floor like he was ashamed of himself.

“ And you need my help to do that because?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side,

“ We don’t have the clearance.” Bucky said.

“ I’ll make some calls and see what I can do. Okay.” Y/N said, she started to leave.

“ Where are you going?” Sam.

“ I can’t tell you that. I’m on assignment.” Y/N said walking away. 

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 23

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It took Gavin and me a total of 30 minutes to get dressed and head to the hospital my dad was at. I tried calling Connor in the car, but he didn’t answer, which caused me to worry even more.

Gavin was driving and he had one hand firmly on my leg that kept bouncing up and down. How did this happen? I kept asking myself as I stared out the window. I thought he was taking care of himself more. Why did this have to happen now? Right when things were getting better between us. Gavin pulled up to the hospital and stopped the car at the emergency room front doors.  

“Go find Connor. I’ll park and catch up.” I nodded and jumped out of the car, practically running into the hospital. I followed the signs for the surgery waiting room. I looked through the door window and saw Connor sitting in a chair with his eyes forward. When I pushed the door open he quickly looked over and got up. I ran to him and hugged him tightly, trying not to cry. He held me equally as tight.  

“What happened?” My voice was raspy, while my mind was racing the rest of my body was still trying to wake up.

“He got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and I heard the glass drop from my room. I called the ambulance right away. They’re performing an atherectomy right now.” He pulled out of the hug and I reluctantly let go of him.

“Have…” I paused trying to stop myself from crying. “Have the doctors given you any updates?” I heard the door open again and in a second Gavin’s arms were around me. I grabbed his hands and held them tightly, welcoming the warmth and comfort. I noticed my hands were shaking, so I gripped his hands tighter in an attempt to steady them.  

“No, nothing yet. I have only been here for an hour. The surgery takes about two and recovery is about three hours, but that’s according to averages. I don’t know if it will be shorter or longer.” I nodded. “I didn’t mean to make you rush here. Humans need sleep, (Y/n). You can go home and I can call you the moment I get any update.” Connor said softly, I quickly shook my head.

“No, I’m staying here with you.” He started to argue. “Connor, I’m not budging on this.” I untangled myself from Gavin and turned to look at him. I gently took my hands and cupped his cheeks, running my thumbs across his stubble. “Gavin, you have work in a couple of hours, you should go home and get some rest.”

“I’m staying with you for as long as I can. I’ve run on less sleep before.” He put his hands over mine and gently pulled them down. He squeezed my hands and I nodded, grateful he was willing to stay. Connor sat back down and I sat next to him. I grabbed both of their hands and held them.

I woke up still in the waiting room. I must have fallen asleep at some point. Groaning, I sat up and wiped my mouth. I looked over at Connor.

“Oh my god, Connor. I’m so sorry I drooled on you. You should’ve woken me up.” I looked over to my left where Gavin had been.

“He had to get to the precinct. We both decided it would be best not to wake you.” I nodded and yawned. “There have been no updates, but I expect we will hear something soon.” I laid my head back on Connor’s shoulder.

“Are you scared?” I asked softly.

“The surgery has a high survival rate and the ambulance got to the house in under five minutes. Despite those reassuring facts, I still find myself worried.” Connor whispered. I noticed his LED for the first time since arriving. It was red.

“He’s strong, survived a lot. This won’t be any different.” I tried to reassure him, but I knew he could tell I was equally worried.

Another half-hour passed before a doctor finally came to talk to us. Both us stood up and met him halfway. I had my arm wrapped around Connor’s to keep myself from shaking too much.

“Ma’am, are you a part of the Anderson family?”

“Yes, we’re both his kids,” I answered quickly, the doctor gave Connor’s LED a quick glance, but decided not to say anything.

“He got here just in time. The surgery took longer than expected, but there were no major complications. He’s in recovery now.”

“Can we see him?” I asked.

“He’s resting right now. He’ll be in recovery for a couple of hours and then he’ll be moved to an inpatient room. I can have one of the nurses come to get you when he’s been moved.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Connor said. He gave us a tightlipped smile and walked away. We both sat back down. I felt exhausted but relieved. “Maybe you should go home and get some rest.” I shook my head and pulled out my phone.

“No, I’m not leaving.” I went to my email and sent my students an email.

Hi everyone,

Due to a family emergency, we will not be meeting in person on Tuesday. Instead, I am going to post a movie, and then on Thursday, we will discuss how the themes of the movie apply to what we are learning. Don’t worry, the film’s target audience was kids so we should have no problem discussing it. If you’d like to get ahead the film is “The Iron Giant.”

I will see you all on Thursday,

Dr. (L/n)

I decided to send Gavin an update text while I was on my phone.

Dad’s in recovery, the surgery went well. We’ll be able to see him in a couple of hours.

thats good. how r u feeling

Tired and worried. I canceled my class on Tuesday.

im going to talk to fowler, see if i can get time off

You don’t have to.

i know

on a case, ill stop by on my lunch break text me the rm #

Okay, stay safe

I took a deep breath and looked at Connor, his LED was still red.

“Have you told Fowler?” Connor remained to look forward.

“Yes, I alerted him last night. He put us both on leave so I can stay with Hank while he recovers. Nines has also offered to help cover our cases.” I nodded.

“I'll be there for him too, you don’t have to do this alone. My class is only two days a week and I can do my research from home.”

“I appreciate that, (Y/n).” Connor gently reached over and held my hand, I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand, hoping to show him that he’s truly not alone in this.

We both sat in silence waiting for the nurse to come get us. After what felt like 10 hours she finally came over and led us to his room.

It was weird seeing dad in a hospital bed. It reminded me of my mom. When she was sick I got so desensitized to hospitals. We were in and out so often that it almost became a second home, a lot of the nurses even knew my name and kept up with my life. However, being here now makes it feel like the first time all over again. I hadn’t realized I had still been holding Connor’s hand until he gave me a light squeeze. Dad looked to be waking up.

“Hey Dad,” I said softly, letting go of Connor’s hand to sit in one of the chairs near him. I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Hey kids,” Dad said hoarsely. “Sorry for scaring you two.” I shook my head back and forth quickly, afraid if I tried talking I would start crying again. I looked up at Connor who took the seat across from me.

“We’re just glad you’re okay, Hank,” Connor said softly.

“Connor, I think we’re pass you calling me Hank.”

“We’re just glad you’re okay...dad.” The three of us smiled and my dad gave a light chuckle.

I’ve been staying at the house for about two weeks now. I had only seen Gavin briefly on Tuesdays and Thursdays when he would stop by my office on his lunch break to check in on me. I can tell that everyone around me was walking on eggshells, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I felt as if I was coasting and I couldn’t seem to break out. Gavin was being extremely understanding of this whole situation. He’d even sent flowers to my office and some flowers to my dad. He also sent a bottle of whiskey that Connor immediately confiscated.

Connor ended up giving up his “room” so I could sleep there while I was helping him with dad. I tried to talk him out of it, but all he really used it for was to store clothes since he didn’t need sleep. He didn’t mind going into stasis on the couch. Connor seemed grateful that I stayed around to relieve some of the burden, besides it was nice being able to spend time with just Connor. I also think dad appreciated me being here to stop Connor from going crazy about his health and what he was eating. I did agree to an extent, but blanched chicken breast with no seasoning, not even a little bit of salt, is crazy.  

Connor and I were sitting on the couch watching some forensics show, that Connor enjoyed picking apart, while dad was resting in the other room. He seemed to be doing a lot better, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my apartment except to get clean clothes.

do u wanna come over tonight? connor can handle taking care of ur dad for one night

I don’t know, I have a phone interview tomorrow for my research.

tomorrows saturday

I know, but I’m interviewing Chris and that’s his day off.

u can do a phone interview from my house tho

i know u dont want to leave him yet but its one night and u need a break

ask connor he agrees with me

I bit my lip and looked up at Connor. His brows were furrowed as he rolled his eyes at something the “detective” said on tv. I kicked him softly with my foot to get his attention.

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked tentatively. Connor gave me a gentle look and a small smile. He turned towards me and folded his hands in his lap.

“I think a break is healthy, (Y/n). You only leave the house to go to your class and office hours. I can handle things here. Plus I’m sure you miss Gavin and he misses you.” He said softly. I groaned.

“I don’t like you and Gavin planning things behind my back.” He smiled.

“It’s for your own good. Just go out for one night and come back tomorrow, even if you two decide to just hang out at Gavin’s home. You need to take a break.”

“Just one night,” I whispered looking at my phone.

Pick me up in 30 minutes?

got it pipsqueak. nines is coming over too, something about not wanting to stay at the precinct all night again. is that ok?

Of course!

Some part of me did agree with Connor and Gavin. I was antsy in the house, but I was still worried about not being there when I’m needed. What if something else happened to dad while I was gone? What if Connor needed help and I wasn’t able to get back in time?

“You’re biting your thumb, (Y/n).” Connor’s voice broke through my thoughts and I moved my hand away from my mouth. Connor had begun calling me out whenever I was becoming overly anxious, which was both sweet and annoying.

“Sorry, nerves.” I gave him a wobbly smile.

“He will be fine. I know you’re worried, but I promise I will contact you the moment I fear something may be wrong. He’s been doing really well, it won’t be long until he’s cleared to return to work for desk duty.” Connor put his hand on my shoulder and I nodded.

“I know you’re right. It’s just hard sometimes to turn off that part of my brain.” I gave a nervous chuckle and he nodded his head.

“You should pack a bag, I’m assuming Gavin will be here soon?” I laughed.

“Wow, you sure are in a rush to get rid of me!” Connor rolled his eyes and shook his head. I stood up and stretched.

“Self-care is important, (Y/n).” I waved him off as I headed towards Connor’s room. Grabbing my backpack I filled it with some clothes, a laptop, and my phone charger. I sat down on the bed and fiddled with my bag. The room was just as bare as last time. Once dad was better I wanted to take Connor shopping so he could make the room more his. It would be interesting to see what he would pick out.

Snapping out of my thoughts I put on my backpack and walked back to where Connor was watching tv. I knelt down and started petting Sumo. He was lazing on top of Connor’s feet. I looked up at Connor, he was still entranced by the tv.

“Hey, Con?” I heard him hum. “Once things calm down do you want to go shopping for some decorations for your room? To make it more...you.” He glanced down at me with a small smile.

“I think that could be fun.” I smiled back at him. Things between us felt so natural as a brother and sister duo. Sometimes it felt like we grew up together, I guess for Connor’s case that wasn’t too far apart since he’s only been around for about a year.

“What kind of things do you like? Like what would you want in your room?” His brows furrowed for a moment, but it quickly turned into a smile.

“I would like a lava lamp.” I laughed abruptly, causing Sumo to jump a bit.

“A lava lamp? Connor why?” I said in between laughs, where had he even seen a lava lamp? His face flushed a light blue.

“They look cool. One of the characters in this show has one.” He responded sheepishly. I shook my head and let out another laugh.

“You are the biggest dork I’ve ever met.”

“You’re the one showing her students old movies because she thinks they’re underappreciated.” He teased back.

“Wow, look at you! You’re learning how not to be so uptight all the time.” He frowned.

“I’m better than Nines!” Connor crossed his arms across his chest and huffed in defiance.

“Well, you have had more time as a deviant than him. I’m sure he’ll pass you at some point.” Before Connor could respond my phone went off. “Ah, Gavin’s here. Are you sure you’ll be okay for the night? It’s not too late for me to cancel.” Connor’s expressions soften.

“Everything will be fine. I promise” I nodded and got up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, text me updates?” I nervously fidgeted with the front door handle.

“Of course, (Y/n).” He gave me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath and walked to Gavin’s car. Nines was already moving to the backseat, I briefly wondered if he had decided to do that on his own or if Gavin had asked him. Gavin smiled and waved at me. It really had been a while since we’ve relaxed together. I smiled back and got into the car.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Gavin greeted me, leaning over to give me a kiss on the check.

“Hi Gavin, hi Nines.”

“Hello (Y/n). Thank you for letting me spend some time with you two. I appreciate the break from the precinct.” I nodded, as Gavin started driving.

“Do you always stay at the precinct?” I asked, turning around to look at him. He was sitting up straight with his hands in his lap. As always he looked overly formal.

“Yes, there has been an android apartment complex go up and I have been thinking about getting an apartment there, but as of right now I am perfectly content at the precinct.”

“Except tonight.” I teased, for a brief second his LED flashed yellow and then back to a calm blue.

“If I’m honest I also wanted to check up on you and make sure you’ve been taking care of yourself.” I groaned and closed my eyes.

“Great now I have two overbearing androids worrying about me.” Gavin let out a small chuckle.

“Would you really want it any other way?” Gavin asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, I wouldn’t,” I responded softly.

[kinktae]

hi babe !!! i’m starting on my journey through the whole bitchin’ series today !!! and i just wanted to say that it really reminds me of that 70’s show (even if i know urs is set in the 80’s lmao) !!! and i want to congratulate u on the job well done !!!

All the bitchin’ asks I didn’t get to answer in time uwu. Spoilers ahead:

prince-jjk said: just read your beyond the story for bitchin’ and i literally cried twice 🥺 especially in the 10yrs later when, for the wedding gift, jk gives y/n the contract they wrote all the way back when they barely knew eachother, that part just made me be like skfkskckskfkd on the inside, that was adorable.

Anonymous said: bitchin is so soft 🥺 it was love at first chapter for me, i loved watching y/n and jk grow throughout the story both together and on their own and i love all the soft lil moments and reading every chapter warmed my heart so damn much 🥺 thank you 💕

Anonymous said: okay so i finally read bitchin’ all in one day and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they are both idiots i love them sm,, thank u for writing such an incredible story!!💕💗💕💘💗

Anonymous said: MISS ROSE?!?!?!?! BITCHIN' IS BACK AND WITH YOUR BEHIND THE SCENES COMMENTARY?!?! I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED MA'AM!! AND WELCOME BACK QUEEN WE'VE MISSED YOU AND THESE LOVABLE DORKS!!!!💛💓💙💕💜💖💚💞❤💘💗

Anonymous said: I LOVED WHAT YOU POSTED FOR BITCHIN OMGGG i actually LOVE seeing behind the scenes of writing so i really enjoyed reading about the details of bitchin. nOT TO MENTION HOW CUTE THE EPILOGUE WAS PLEASE I DONT THINK ILL EVER GET OVER THEM but overall i really liked it and thank you so so so so so so so much for this

Anonymous said: i swear Yara and Taehyung do be the cutest couple :(

beifong-bitch said: So im new around here and just started reading bitchin and oh god- I KEEP IMAGINING TAES VOICE SOUNDING LIKE THAT ONE SURFER DUDE FROM TOTAL DRAMA.

Anonymous said: beyond the story: bitchin’ got me so emotional like??? i think i can’t live without them:( thank you for this beautiful story🤧 you’re so talented

sapphireprinces5 said: can I just say that the fact you called it Behind The Story as BTS is so genius and the best chef’s kiss of the century. reading this made me tear up like I miss the two so much and to see them happy forever was just 🤧 it was so cool to see how the stories developed and your thoughts as you wrote them. thank you for giving this to us - probably one of the best gifts i’ve ever received as a reader. amazing, you’re amazing

mochiieberry said: JUST READ THE UPDATE FOR BITCHIN AND FINALLY I CAN START MY DAY(ignore the fact it’s 3 am :) ). But honestly after reading BITCHIN I questioned what happened afterwards and thank you for writing the behind the scenes and giving us 10 year update!!

ggukcangetit said: oh my gosh i was missing bitchin' and you posted the most incredible companion piece. also love how its called beyond the story (BTS) so sneaky rose (¬‿¬) you really spoilt us with the connect i am sad and happy so thanks for that. lastly, just wanna appreciate how much effort, hard work, and care you devote to your stories, characters, and readers. since you are a LOT younger than me imma go ahead and say this- uWu rose is the best liddol bean in the world. okay bye.

Anonymous said: I just wanted to say thank you for the extra bitchin' content! It's one of my favorite fics ever (mainly bc I am a woman in stem who takes shit from no man and I hardcore identify with yn) and to see how much you love the fic and genuinely get excited about the little details you slip in to make it more enjoyable for you to write just makes my heart !!! bc i love nothing more than hearing writers talk about their works with pride. love you lots and thank you for always putting out great content!

Anonymous said: Yara refusing to put a label on her relationship after 10 years sends me. For one thing, as an independent woman who is terrified of commitment, I can 100% relate lol. The titles she gives him instead killed me as well. Her outrage at the crustaceans was also so something I’d do. Like “no ma’am my best friend ain’t sign up for this and as far as I’m concerned she’s gonna get exactly what she wants”. Yara is my spirit animal.

Anonymous said: I have a lot of questions. #1- How dare you? Bitch I am sobbing. I love those Bitchin fools and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving them!

lee-u-ne12 said: I may have giggled one too many times during my "beyond the story: bitchin'" reading. Dammit it's just so cute! I found it charming how instead of just giving us an update on the characters you included some commentery on each chapter! Ngl i was rlly sad earlier but this made me smile :)

Anonymous said: I definitely noticed the sock thing and thought it was stupidly cute (like this entire fic tbh) and djjdjdjdjjd I wish I had commented on it when I first read it! I loved the behind the stuff and loved all the reasoning as to why you didn't want y/n to be a 'popular guy gave me confidence' type of character 👏 honestly loved it all thank you!!!!

Anonymous said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING BITCHIN’!! ITS A WORK OF ART AND SO AMAZING QND I LOVE U SO MUCH MISS ROSE 😭😭😭💕💓💖💕💗💞❣️💖💝

Anonymous said: AHAHJAJAJAJJA THIS MADE ME SOOOOO HAPPY AND I HAVEN’T FELT THIS HAPPY AND SAPPY IN SUCJ A LONG TIMEEE!! i absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE READING THE BACKSTORY AND BEHIND THE SCENES OF WRITING THIS FIC AND THE 10 YEARS LATER AND WEDDING MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY AHAHAHJAHA I ALSO LOVE TAE AND YARA SO MUCH AND I LOVE THAT THEYRE SO HAPPY BRO AND LIKE THEY DIDN’T NEED A LABEL LIKE yES PERIODT!UGHUGHYGHI I LOVE YOU SO MCUH MISS ROSE AJHSJS I HAVE SO MUCG LOVE FOR YOUU 😭😭😭💖💓💕

Anonymous said: ROSE YOU SON OF A BITCH I LOVE YOU

cheeky-kookie said: ROSE, I am so happy this is the best birthday present wowza ily thank you bitchin' update I cry

Anonymous said: oh my gosh yara and tae are gonna get married someday and she's still gonna be like what? husband? you meaN my matChing riGg wEareR.

Anonymous said: Just wanted to let you know, I just read BITCHIN' AND IT'S THE BEST STORY I'VE READ IN A WHILE AND NOW ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. I would totally read it again in the future . Thank you for writing it and sharing it with us and you're awesome!

Anonymous said: Bitchin' was amazing. I cried. Thank you for writing it 🖤

Anonymous said: I think I've read bitchin like 3 times now but in never fails to put a smile on my face. The 80s slang kills me every time. Just wanted to say it's one of my favourite fics I've ever read :)

Anonymous said: i just finished bitchin’ AND IT WAS SO GOOD i cried at the end when it came full circle about the paper 😭❤️

Anonymous said: Hi I just binge read bitchin I’ve always ran into it but I hesitate Bc I knew it wasn’t completed I’m the worst but,,, ow. Ow. My heart physically melted you developed two characters so well and there’s no way I’m not going to reread again and again because of how good and genuine their relationship was. Uhh that’s it sorry I just wanted to let you know I’ll need money Bc my heart is unfunctional because of how full it is

Anonymous said: i just wanted to tell you that you made me feel so 🥺🥺🥺🥺!!!! with bitchin', that it is one of my favorite stories ever and that it's just so amazing and well written i just- don't stop doing what you're doing please !!!!!

Anonymous said: hi sorry this is random but im a huge fan of your work! i havent checked in with tumblr too much lately but last night i binge read camellia, groovy, and bitchin and oh my goodness i was so enthralled !! you have such a wonderful ability to engage readers with such relatable and dynamic characters! like wowowow i cant wait to read more of your writing! thanks so much for putting in the time and effort you do to create your work, its great and im glad you get to share it with the world! 🌟

Anonymous said: hi so i may or may not have read all of bitchin in one night BUT I LOVED IT AND IM AMAZED BY YOU 🥺♥️

Anonymous said: hiii! bitchin’ has been the best thing i have ever read and im so sad that its over, but im so happy you wrote it! u are an incredible writer❤️❤️❤️

emdancing said: Hi! I’d just like to say I binged bitchin and i absolutely loved it! It just might be my favorite koo fic 💕 your writing is awesome and so are you!!

Anonymous said: i binge read bitchin this weekend and i don’t even like fanfics but kept seeing it get recommended so decided to check it out and i loved it 😭 jungkook in that fic is so perfect and cute (except for his mess up with kiri) and that note at the end got me emotional 🥺 your story and writing was too too good, i skipped all the smut but still loved it 💗 thank you for sharing one of the most heartwarming and lovely stories i have ever read! 🤧

lowlifeoeuvre said: Hi i just read bitchin and i only have one thing to say about it... A WHOLE MASTERPIECE MAN!! literally almost cried and actually made a very inhuman happy noise at the end. I will for sure be reading anything else you write or have written.

babeewiththepowerr said: I just finished reading Bitchin and now I’m crying 😢 it was soooo pretty and well written 💜

[universal-shenanigans]

Proposition

((Next part in the modern mob au. Warning, it’s long.))

     “Mister mister, don’t treat me so unkind...”

     Alexa moved about the stage with grace, the men entranced by her. She then made her way off the stage and into the crowd, and continued to sing the song. The Don watched her glide across the floor, drumming her fingers on mens’ shoulders and ruffle their hair. She enjoyed the swooned faces of the men. It meant she was doing a good job. She made her way over to The Don, kneeling down and cupping his chin in her hand as she sang. But her serenade was cut short when she pulled her hand away and waved to him as she walked away. The Don watched her hips sway back and forth so rhythmically, tapping his guard so he wouldn’t have to look away. He leaned down, “Yes sir?” The Don continued to watch, letting out a quiet, yet dark chuckle as he did. “Do me a favor...”

     “A’ight lads and lassies, that ends our beautiful main event for tonight, and we thank you for choosing Swing as your drinking spot, chick-pick-up hangout, and all that good stuff.” The crowd laughed, and the band began to play a slow tune. Alexa walked down the steps waving to the band and her friends as she headed for the front door.

     “Miss Vandus! Wait a moment!”

     She stopped and turned her head towards the voice. “Yes?” The man walked up to her and gave him his hand. “Hello Miss Vandus. My, employer, would like to give you something for a beautiful performance tonight.”

     “Oh really?” He nodded and handed her a small wad of money. She raised a brow, and her smile disappeared. “...” She took the money, ran her fingers across the edges and pinched the small loop the money made. She then placed the money back into his hand and smiled. “Well, tell your boss that I appreciate the thought, but I won’t accept his money. However, the look on his face was payment enough~.”

     He chuckled, “I’ll be sure to do that. G’night ma’am.” She winked and smiled. “G’night.”

     He walked back over to the table and handed his boss the money. The Don looked up at him, “She didn’t take it? Why?”

     “Nope. She wanted me to tell you that she wouldn’t accept it, and the expression on your face was payment enough.”

     The Don chuckled, taking his money back and stuffing it into his pocket. “She’s an interesting woman isn’t she?”

     The guard nodded, “That she is. She immediately knew that you were a mob boss too.” He looked up him and dropped his shot glass. “...I’m sorry what?” The guard looked down at him and chuckled nervously. “I should’ve said that before hand shouldn’t I?”

     “Oh you think?! Damn. That could ruin my whole plan. She could know who I am...” He sighed and placed his hands under his chin. “Well, nothing like the present. Or future in this case. You’ll be accompanying me tomorrow night. I have a feeling things are going to get a bit difficult...”

~

     “Mwah~! Have a good night everyone!” The audience clapped as Alexa walked off stage. She was about to head for the door until Robin stopped her. “Hold on doll. I need you and the others for a sec.”

     “For what?”

     “Someone wants to talk to us ‘bout some uh, business.”

     “But...you’re the manager? We don’t have a say in anything.”

     “True, but you are my employees, and I have at least some of you have a say in certain things. This bein’ one of’em. Apparently, he’s been watchin’ us for minute and thought it’d be good to include you three, so go get’em for me and meet me at the center table.”

     She nodded and walked up the stairs and slipped behind the curtains. “Guys!” Alex and Andrew looked up from their sheet music. “Robin wants us at that middle table.”

     “The one where the bosses sit? Why?”

     “Said that someone wanted to talk to us about some business.”

     They glanced at each other and walked over to the curtain. Peeking outside, they looked at the table. They could see Robin talking to someone. The glanced over and felt a wave of dread wash over them. His face, the way he dressed, and the eyes. His God forsaken eyes. No doubt about it. He noticed that they were staring and glanced at them, causing them to quickly retreat behind the curtain. Alexa looked at them, “Whoa, are you two okay? What’s the problem?” Their eyes were wide, and their hearts pounding. Alex grabbed her arm and pulled to the curtain. “Look who he’s with!”

     She pulled back the curtain and looked at the man. “Him?” She then looked up at her, “Yeah he came here last night. He’s an interesting mobster no doubt. Especially with those eyes of his. Never seen someone with silver eyes before.”

     Alex sighed, “Okay but do you know who he is?”

     “Uh, no, I don’t.”

     Her arms dropped, “Seriously...? Nothing? Hold on, maybe going to see him might help you. Let’s go. But, I need you to stay near us. He’s bad news...”

     “Wait, how? Why?”

     She didn’t answer, only motioned Andrew and they dragged her out to the main floor. They arrived at the table, Robin quickly standing up and motioning to them. “Uh, this is Alex Vandem, Andrew Willis, and-“

     “Alexa Vandus.” He stood up and took her hand. “It’s a pleasure to formally meet you~.” He kissed the top of her hand, which made her scoff and pull her hand away. “Right. The pleasure’s all mine Don...?” He chuckled, “Yes, I guess I should introduce myself. For now, just call me-“

     “Don V...” Alex growled.

     He sat back down and raised a brow. “Yes. Hello, Miss Vandem. Tell me, how is Franklyn?” She immediately pulled her twin pistols on him, her voice dripping with anger as she yelled, “Keep my father outta your fuckin’ mouth!”

     V sat there unamused as men from different parts of the club sprang to their feet, and pull their own fire arms on the trio. The club grew quiet. He took swig of his drink, “You might want to re-think that decision, Vandem...” Alexa raised her arm to her friend, “Enough. Call’em off.”

     “Not until Miss Vandem here puts her guns away.” 

     Alexa shot a glare at her friend. She hesitated, but ultimately stashed her pistols back into her pants. Don V signaled to his men, and they lowered their weapons and disappeared back into the crowds of people. After a few minutes, the club started back up. Alexa lowered her arm and placed her hands under her chin. “Now that that’s over, what do you want?”

     “Well I’m so glad you asked, Miss Vandus~.” He smirked.

     He snapped his fingers, and he was handed a large stack of papers with a pen resting on top. He placed them on the table and pushed them to her. “I want to buy Swing.” The trio’s faces turned sour at the statement, and Robin choked on his drink. “What?!” 

     “I’m offering a lot, and I do see a lot of potential in this place and the people running it.”

     Robin managed to speak between his harsh coughs, “I-I’m sorry, Don, but Swing is, not for sale.” V nodded, “I had a feeling you’d say that. So, let me tell you my plan for Swing, its patrons, and staff before your decision is final.” The four of them glanced at each other, and then everyone glanced at Robin. He folded his arms and motioned him to continue.

     V nodded, “Alright. My casino has a night club. The band and singer are...well, let’s just say they’ve lost their touch. I need something new, a bit of spice added to the place. That’s where you come in. I’ve been sending people here to watch the performances. After the feedback, I decided to come here myself. After last night’s performance, I could tell that you all have something real special.”

     He pointed to the trio, “Especially you three. I can feel the love, heart, and soul in your music, and the way you sing. If you sign, you can spread that same feeling with more people than you can even fit in here.”

     He could tell this piqued their interest from the small sparkle in their eyes. He continued, “Your band members and staff will receive the same contract, same guidelines, same everything. You all will just be transferred to my casino so that you can reach a bigger audience, and make more money.”

     Robin raised a brow, “How much are we talkin’?”

     V gave his guard his hand, and he placed a checkbook and a pen in it. He quickly wrote out a check and handed it to Robin. “Does this suite your fancy?” Robin’s eyes grew, and he showed the others. Alexa scoffed, “Is this the same for everyone?”

     He nodded, “Absolutely. Same everything, remember? Everyone here is worth that much, plus the possibility of tips.”

     “It just seems too good to be true. What the hell do you plan on doing with Swing anyway? Sure there’s gonna be a new band, but what about the customers?” Alex folded her arms.

     “I’ve already knocked down the prices to everything at my place. I want people everywhere, no matter where they come from, to experience your music. As for Swing itself, I plan to leave it the way it is. It will become more of haven in case a mobster or two have a falling out with one another, or anything life-threatening happens.” He snapped his fingers, and his guard placed three more pens onto the stack of papers. “I have no ill intentions, and I only want what I demand in the contract. So, will you sign?”

     Robin looked over at his companions. Alex looked uneasy at the idea, and Andrew looked just as unsure. The three of them looked down at Alexa, who was practically having a staring contest with Don V. He stared back with a grin, and she narrowed her eyes. They looked back at each with raised brows. The only thing that cause them to look back at her was when she suddenly broke silent competition. “Group huddle please...”

     The four of them left the table and stood in tight circle a few feet from it. Robin pinched the bridge of his nose, “Alright guys, what’re your thoughts? It sounds like a pretty legit deal to me.”

     “Of course it does. That’s how men like him work. Makes me sick...”

     “That reminds me, Alex, how does he know Frankie...?”

     She fell silent. Alexa placed a hand on her shoulder, “Al? What happened? Are you okay?”

     “...I don’t want to talk about it...” Her voice was cold.

     Andrew sighed, “Look, I know this looks bad, especially taking account of his reputation, but I think this will be beneficial to everyone here. Think about much better off people will be.”

     Alex, still clearly on the fence and irritated about the ordeal, let out a long sigh. “As much as I hate to admit it, and I really hate it, I think it would be best to sign. People could create better lives with the money they’ll get...”

     Robin nodded, “I have to agree hon. He’s offering a chance of a lifetime...” They looked down at Alexa. She sighed and motioned everyone to follow her back to the table. V was in the middle of talking to his guard, bringing his attention back the group when they sat back down. “Well?”

     Alexa grabbed one of the pens and signed the dotted line. “This better be worth it...” The others did the same and gave him back the papers. He handed the pens and paper back to his guard, and pushed himself to his feet. “Well, I’m glad we could all come to an agreement.”

     They did the same, and Robin gave him his hand. “Just make sure you keep your promise. Last thing these guys need is someone makin’ shortcuts and people gettin’ randomly fired. Ya know, dictator-boss-type stuff.” He chuckled and shook his hand. “I promise you that nothing like that will happen.” He shook Andrew and Alex’s hands, quickly letting go and shaking out his hands after how hard they squeezed. He then shook Alexa’s hand, “You have my word~...” He grinned, making Alex cough harshly and receiving a glare from Andrew. He noticed this, and rolled his eyes. “Right.”

     He let go of her hand and straightened his jacket. “I’ll send some people over to help you all with contracts and moving. I advise talking to everyone tonight, because I need you all moved and set up tomorrow.” He motioned to his guard and started towards the door. “Have a good night!”

[jchan4213]

Harrison Wells (E-2) x Reader

Hello friends of tumblr I am a novice writer that does X Readers in my free time. The storyline of this piece was actually inspired by a dream I had a couple of nights ago. You went to CCU with Harrison wells and you Majored in Literature and Performing arts, the two of you were better known as a Campus Couple as the two of you were always studying and seen together, after graduation and before he became the renowned scientist that he is, he had a part time job as a Emergency first responder and you went on to become a stage manager at the local arts club and under a tough circumstance you to meet again not long after graduation. 

Warnings: Angst, injury, breakups, mental illness.

   Y/N and Harrison. Harrison and Y/N. There were no way to talk about one and not bring up the other, the two of them were always together like two peas in a pod, strange though since the two major in opposite faculties, they would bus to school together, have lunch together, study together, one time Y/N was having a bad day so Harrison didn’t go to his lecture, but instead comforted Y/N for the entire day in the library. Time do catch up with you, and the harsh reality was, they just weren’t meant to be, after graduation Y/N moved to Starling City and landed a job as a Stage Manager for the city’s grand production, and Harrison with his Bachelors in Health Sciences, now works as a paramedic and the two just drifted apart, every now and then Y/N would write Harrison a letter and he would write one back, after a year it was like they have forgotten about each other, until today. 

“Y/N, did you pack the energy drinks?” questioned Andy, Andy was the Production assistant at the Theatre Y/N works at, the two of them are basically like siblings. 

“Yeah, you won’t even need it it’s only a 2 hour drive” 

“Better safe then sorry Y/N. I ponder, do you think you’ll bump into the guy you used to see at CCU?

“Who? Harrison? I’m sure he’s busy with his life, plus we’re only there for 2 days, there’s no need to bother him.” 

“Hey, who knows maybe the 2 of you can respark that relationship?”

“Who cares Andy? I’m sure he’s happy with Tess right now, get in the car”

The two of them are on their way to a festival that is showcasing the latest and greatest live productions in the tri cities this year, it was around 6 in the evening, the rain started to pour, the entire evening just had a bad aura to it.

Y/N and Andy are about 15 minutes away from city centre, when from a far they heard what sounded like a honk from a trunk, some tire screeches, and a sudden flash of bright light. A drunk man decided it was a great idea to drive his industrial truck back while heavily intoxicated, resulting in a 3 way car accident, hitting Y/N and Andy first. 

Andy wakes up from his momentarily lost of consciousness covered in glass, but luckily it’s seems that other then some scratches and bruises, he is mostly fine. 

“Y/N are you okay, hey! Hey!”

No response. He inches closer towards her and finds that her head was bleeding and her arm was stuck out the window with a shard of glass right through it. 

“Help! Someone please help! Call an ambulance! Someone is hurt! Help!”

A uniformed police officer runs up to their car, “Sir please remain calm an ambulance is on the way, at this time please step away from the vehicle and take a seat to the side” Andy took a deep breath in and he got a large whiff of gasoline. 

“Y/N! Hey! Wake up! Come on!”

“Stop yelling, fuck. My head.”

“Y/N come on this officer and I are gonna pull you out, the car is leaking Gasoline, we have to get out now.”

Once they got Y/N out of the car they could hear from a distance the ambulance siren, and the team leader of the Paramedics? Harrison Wells. 

“Over here” called over the officer 

“Harrison? I- I don’t feel too great Harry, I think- I think something bad happened. 

“Ma’am? Y/N look at me, don’t close your eyes. Hey I need a gurney over here! Sweetie I believe you have a concussion, I am now going to control the bleeding on your arm, this will hurt for a second” Said Harrison, and in a second he took out the shard of glass from her arm and pressed gauze on it to subside the bleeding. Y/N tried to stand up only to nearly fall and having Harrison catch here and put her onto the gurney, “Bring the two to CC General, give her 1/1000 mL of adrenaline, don’t let her lose concussioness I believe she has a grade 3 concussion” 

After arriving at the hospital and undergoing 8 hours of surgery, Y/N finally regains consciousness, Andy sitting beside you reading a magazine with a bandage cross his forehead, “About time you woke up, you slept for an entire day, guess we won’t be able to catch those plays afterall. How are you feeling?”

“Like a down 2 bottles of tequila and jumped off my balcony landing on my head.”

“Wow, Sounds fun”

The doctor comes into the room doing his rounds, “ah Y/N we finally got you back with us! You were in a traffic accident resulting in a grade 3 concussion with minor brain bruising and fractured collarbone, the stab wound through your arm did not cause any nerve or tendon damage, but you will have to stay at the hospital for another couple of days to be kept under surveillance. On your way to the hospital we lost you for a second, but the paramedics used an AED to dave your life.”

All that came out of her mouth for a response was “Ah, I see”

“I will let you rest, I will be back in the morning to give you a check up”

and when the doctor left the room another uniformed gentle let himself in,

“I don’t see you in 2 years and when I do you’re covered in blood? I don’t see you in 2 years and I had to use an AED on you? Y/N L/N what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Complained Harrison

“It’s not like she wanted to get into a 3 way accident, that man was drunk driving and we just so happened to be there in the right time” Defended Andy

“Thanks Harry” Y/N whispered

He walked up to her bed and stroked Y/N hair, 

“Kiddo, I’m just glad that you’re okay”

Y/N sees the engagement ring on his hand.

“Congrats! Tess is one lucky girl” Y/N says

“I’m the lucky one, wedding is in February I sent out an invitation to your old studio, but I don’t think you ever received it.

“No, no I didn’t” 

“I was hoping you would be my Grooms-Women, none of my guys are as close as you and I, we can talk about it when you don’t have a concussion and under Morphine.”

“Sure thing Harry” Y/N smiled.

“I have another 3 hours before my shift ends I will talk to you later, and nice meeting you Andy” 

Y/N smiles.

Harrisons phone rings and replies “Hey sweetie, Yeah I have 3 more hours and then I will come and finish the laundry, how about we go out for dinner tonight? I love you honey!” and he leaves the room.

[brendamariesmith]

Frozen Car and Other Musings

So here’s a crazy story for you about the love between mothers and sons and the lingering power of addiction. Normally I write fiction, but this is 100% true, though since it happened to me, my narration may not be 100% reliable.

My son, JD, is an auto mechanic, a green mechanic offering biodegradable motor oil and so much more, but this is beside the point. JD has been living in a mobile home (known in these parts as a trailer house) on a piece of land out west of Austin, Texas. The land is owned by a friend of JD’s named Jacob and his parents. There are two homes on the land and a couple of trailers. JD was very grateful to Jacob for giving him a good deal on the rent. JD was working on Jacob’s car, and it was taking a long time, due to parts orders and I don’t know what all. JD was fresh out of loaner cars, so he asked me if I would rent my car to Jacob at $120 for six days.

Well, I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I needed the money, and I wanted to help JD out because he’s a good son who does me favors all the time, like keeping our cars running and buying me organic food. I said I would do the deal, and Jacob came to pick up my car. He seemed like a nice enough guy – maybe a little forced in his niceness. Something made me wonder about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. We signed a simple little agreement that said he’d have the car back to me by Valentine’s Day morning (because I had a doctor’s appointment that afternoon), he gave me $120 cash, and he said he would bring the car back washed with a full tank and an oil change. I thought that was a decent deal. He even asked if he could hug me, to which I said yes, somewhat awkwardly.

A little background: I am partly disabled and don’t use my car that much, but I do need it for doctor visits and for errands, which consist of driving through places in my neighborhood like the bank, the pharmacy, and fast food joints (I would go for healthier food if I could drive through to get it, but I don’t know of such a place anywhere near my house). I have loaned my car out to my sons for years, sometimes for months at a time, as long as they do errands for me and drive me places when I need it. So loaning out my car didn’t seem like a huge thing. Of course, that evening when I told my husband Doug what I’d done, he said, “Well, it’s your deal, not mine, since you didn’t ask me.” Cue the foreboding music.

Valentine’s Day morning arrives. I get ready for my doctor appointment and decide to call Jacob to see when he’ll be returning the car. He doesn’t answer his phone. After waiting a while and calling some more, I call JD. He says he has already tried to call Jacob and is getting worried that something is wrong. So JD leaves work and comes over to take me to the doctor and do my errands. Meanwhile, I get sick to my stomach and decide to cancel the doctor appointment. JD does my errands, then he calls Jacob’s mom. He walks away from me to talk to her, and I hear him using a hushed voice, saying “Uh-huh” and “I see” and “I’ll call you back.” This doesn’t seem good.

Sure enough, Jacob has been arrested and is in jail, in – wait for it – freaking Wisconsin! That is 1,200 miles away. Not only that, he has been arrested on felony charges in Texas and is being extradited back here, leaving my car behind. Now JD figures it would be a good time to tell me that Jacob is a recovering alcoholic who has been sober for five years but may have gone on a bender, and he sometimes does “stupid shit.” He had been in an “argument” with his “baby-mama,” she had supposedly pushed him and he had allegedly pushed back. A likely story. There is something about breaking and entering involved in his charges, too. What the fuck?!

Jacob’s mom, Lisa, doesn’t know where the car is parked, only that it’s at someone’s house. I’m picturing a crowded city street where my car is likely to get vandalized, stolen, or towed. Lisa doesn’t even know what jail Jacob is in, but she thinks it is around Madison in a county that starts with “Wau,” which is hilarious (not) because every third county in Wisconsin starts with Wau.

When Doug comes home from work that night, I say I have something bad to tell him but I want to wait a day so it won’t spoil Valentine’s. He says okay with a droll grin on his face, and he goes upstairs to change clothes. When he comes back down, he says, “Where’s your car? Does it have anything to do with what you don’t want to tell me?” And so I tell him. How could I not? Doug is so sweet that I can’t hide things from him. He doesn’t get mad at me, he just commiserates. I need that. We have five grown sons. We are accustomed to stupid shit.

I realize it’s up to me to find my damned car, my seventeen-year-old, powder-blue Nissan Maxima that I have babied and kept legal and insured, that still gets amazing gas mileage, and that needs a paint job, new tires, and a noise fixed in the front end. My car that I bought to travel to Oklahoma 32 times in two years in 2000 & 2001 when my parents were ill and dying. My car that I paid for twice because I leased it for three years before I bought it over another five. My car that has yet another lien on it because I put it up for collateral in a family business that failed, the car that could get repo’d any day but so far hasn’t. (The lender has made no efforts to collect the company debt – a mystery that I am happy to keep mysterious.) My comfortable car that I haven’t taken out of the state in a decade and that has only been as far as Houston and back a couple of times in recent years. My car that I can’t even afford to paint, much less replace.

I get online and find a map of Wisconsin counties. I find two that start with Wau around Madison. I call their jails, no Jacob. I call the county where Madison is, even though it doesn’t start with Wau, but still no luck. I call Jacob’s mom and ask her to please find out from Jacob, next time she gets a call from him, where exactly my car is, but she isn’t getting to talk to him every day. Plus he doesn’t know much since he has no phone and apparently no memory either. I go back online and am looking at a road map of Wisconsin, trying to see how JD will go when he drives my car back home, because he is going to drive my car home, oh yes he is.

It’s now been two days. While studying the Wisconsin map, I see a Wau county next to Milwaukee. I google their jail, and this one actually lists the names online of people they have in custody. And there he is, Jacob Blankety-Blank, the stupid-shit-doing son of a bitch. I call the jail. They are very nice to me, but they have a policy against relaying messages to inmates, so they won’t ask him where my car is. They do tell me he was not arrested with car keys or a wallet, though. I guess the lady feels sorry for me, so she offers to transfer me to the little town police department that arrested Jacob. I tell them the whole story all over again. The receptionist takes it down in great detail and says she will ask the arresting officer to call me back.

Meanwhile, although JD may or may not have known it, I have made him my bitch. I’m not sure, but I may have invented errands for him to run for me. I talk to Lisa about money to get JD to Wisconsin, but, although she is nice and as apologetic as can be, she has no money. In fact, Jacob has been paying the mortgage on their land because she and her husband are out of work, or only have work part-time, or some very sad story that I don’t fully absorb because my mind shuts down when she says they have no money to help us. They are worse off than I am.  That’s all I really catch.

 A police officer from the town of Occo-fucking-something-or-other calls me back. “Ma’am,” he says, “did you know you were loaning your car to a felon?” “No,” I say, after I smack myself in the head. The cop tells me a story of Jacob and his friends coming to Milwaukee for an annual Rave. They were stoned out of their minds and bothering the neighbors where they were staying. The cops calmed them down and departed, but returned to arrest Jacob after they ran a check on him and found his felony warrants. The cop says he knows where my car is, but he can’t tell me without permission from the people who have the car. I’m thinking drugged-out people who may not have even noticed my car, or mean-assed neighbors who had the car towed. I’m thinking slashed tires and smashed windows. I’m wondering if my car is now in Mexico or Canada or Timbuktu. I’m thinking of abandoning my beloved car.

But the cop, who has been a bit snarky so far, throws me for a loop when he says, “Tell you what. I’ll go by to see the people who have the car, and I’ll ask them to call you.” I don’t know how many times I say “Thank you!” but it is a lot.

I figure it might be days (or never) before I hear back, but that evening I get a call from Wisconsin. It’s a woman named Karen who says my car is fine, and that I can leave it there until JD comes to get it. “The policeman told me I didn’t have to call you back,” she says, “but I thought I’d call. And now that I realize you’re someone’s mom, I’m glad I did.” I thank Karen until I have no Thank-you’s left in me, and I promise to call her back. This is around February 17th.

I call JD, super-excited and ready to book him a flight. I tell him that Jacob’s mom Lisa offered to find a cheap flight because she claimed to be good at that.

“I want to drive,” JD says.

 “What the hell? That will take two days. And then you’ll have to get two cars home.”

“I’ll find someone to go with me. Flying is bad for the environment.” Evidently, so is loaning out your car to people you don’t know, to people who do stupid shit. “I can’t go for a few days because I have work to do,” he says. I get it because he is self-employed, but he caused this mess and I want him to fix it, like, Now!

“If you don’t have time to go, then you should definitely fly,” I say, and he says he’ll see what he can work out. He has no dinero either, but thinks he’ll get some from the jobs he is doing.

I wait for a day, then I start texting JD, asking him when and how he’s going to Wisconsin. I throw in a few more errands for him to run while I’m at it. He says he’s leaving for a trip to Mexico in less than a week. It’s a trip he’s already paid for, and he can’t get his money back. He’ll be gone for a week, and he can’t go get my car until a few days after he gets back. I am pissed. I think he should drop everything and go get my bleeping car.

But like a good passive-aggressive mother, I seethe inside while I arrange things with Karen to keep my car for two or three more weeks. I tell JD he has to loan me his car while he’s gone. “My car broke down, and I’m not gonna fix it,” he says. “I’m giving it back to the dealer.” This is his Chevy Volt electric car that cost a small fortune, and he’s giving it back?! I am beyond confused.

“You need to loan me another car then,” I say. JD says okay and describes three possible cars. They all sound huge and impossible to get in and out of, much less to drive. I pick the one that sounds the smallest. A day or so later, he brings me an old, smallish Subaru wagon with a reasonable paint job. “It looks legal, but don’t get stopped. That registration sticker is from another car.” Great, I think, but I’m so happy to have a car that actually fits me (I am short and very fat), that I start talking about trading my Maxima for the Subaru, or leaving the Maxima in Wisconsin since it will be so expensive to get it back. I may have been suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or something like it.

Karen in Wisconsin tells me the keys to the car are inside it under the seat. She lives in the country, “down a driveway that’s a mile long.” I ask her if she’s up to it, will she please bring the keys into her house. She is very ill, she says, from terminal cancer. She just moved to Wisconsin and doesn’t know her neighbors. She says her nephew and Jacob were partying at her house and she returned to a home surrounded by cop cars. She lives on a lake. Jacob and friends had gone out on the icy lake, wrecked on God knows what, and Jacob returned to the wrong house and tried to get in. These neighbors have a teenage daughter and were scared, so they called the cops. The mistaken house story sounds leaky to me, given Jacob’s breaking and entering charges in Texas. It could have happened, just like he could have stayed in Texas with my god-forsaken car.

JD goes to Mexico. I drive the Subaru and discover it’s not such a great car after all. It wanders on the road into other lanes. The cup holders are a joke. The A/C fan squeals so loudly that I have to turn it off in drive-thru lines, which are the only places I go. Luckily it’s not too hot yet. Thank the lord for small favors.

Jacob’s mom Lisa wants Karen’s phone number. She seems to have a mistaken idea that Jacob knew Karen before. Lisa says Jacob left his wallet up there, and it should have enough money to pay us back for JD’s plane ticket. But I can’t give Lisa Karen’s number without permission. Plus I start thinking that if Karen knows there’s money in the wallet, she might just take it for a storage fee, and who could blame her? Or Karen’s nephew, who sounds like a dumbass himself, might take the money. I stall on calling Karen for Lisa. Also, Jacob is already back in Texas. It doesn’t seem fair, even though he is in jail.

JD’s one week trip to Mexico turns into ten days. Before he returns home, I get a call from a long-time friend of mine, who is about eight years younger than I am. She tells me she went to Mexico with JD. They’d been seeing each other since September but were afraid to tell me. I don’t get it – why would they be afraid to tell me, a woman who had a couple of young boyfriends when she was forty? The intimidating mystique of motherhood. “Are you mad at me?” my friend asks. “Hell no,” I say. “My sons have already lost me a couple of old friends. They can’t have any more of them! But let’s not talk about it anymore, okay?” I didn’t want that picture in my head. Anyway, JD and my friend broke up, had a fight, and she left Mexico early, so why worry, right? (Says me, the woman with bigger fish to fry, like a car held hostage in the frozen tundra and a mad-man for a President. And the Great Barrier Reef being dead. And my stomach being entirely too volatile these days.) Oh, and by the way, the registration sticker on the Subaru belongs to my friend.

Finally JD comes back from Mexico and comes straight to my house before he even goes home. Lisa finds us a cheap flight, and we book it for JD to fly from Austin to Milwaukee two days later. JD has a dog, a pit bull rescue who is sweet but highly excitable. JD had left the dog with a friend while he was in Mexico, and the dog had “an incident,” the details of which are unclear. He is now in “doggie jail” for the next two weeks. Sad but ironically convenient for JD to leave town again. Poor dog.

Lisa reminds us that there’s money in Jacob’s wallet, which she now knows is in the car along with his other belongings. Since I used almost all the money I had for the plane fare and JD didn’t have any money after going to Mexico, I tell Lisa that JD needs money for the drive back. She says if the wallet has enough cash, JD can use it for the drive. But her heart is sinking, I can hear it in her voice. JD will have to move so Lisa can get the trailers off her land. They are illegally tapped into her septic system. She has to rent out Jacob’s house to help pay the mortgage without income from Jacob. She needs money for his lawyer. She is sweet and sad about her son fucking up so much. “I didn’t raise him to be this way,” she says. “I know you didn’t,” say I. Heart-breaking. The next morning I call Karen to tell her that JD is coming early Saturday afternoon.

Friday night JD comes by to get the extra set of car keys, Karen’s phone number, and directions to her house, which is a long, $100 cab ride from the Milwaukee airport. I also give him phone numbers for family who live along the way back. I’m worried sick about him driving so far alone, but he says he has friends he plans to visit in Illinois and Missouri and Oklahoma and will take his time coming back. He has $400 for the trip. It could be enough IF nothing goes wrong.

Saturday morning, March 4th, JD’s already in St. Louis to change planes. We send each other a string of Facebook messages. I call Karen. Good thing I did. She thought he was coming on Sunday, I don’t know why. Pain meds, I’m guessing. JD lands in Milwaukee just before one p.m. Karen calls to say she’s going out but will leave the keys in the car. Next thing I know, I have a new Facebook message with a picture of my car. It looks beautiful! (Mostly because the shot is a side view, and all the peeled paint on the hood and roof of the car can’t be seen, but still it’s beautiful!)

There’s a second photo of snow on the ground in the woods with the infamous lake in the background. The car’s tires are low from the cold, and Karen isn’t home. Luckily the car had enough coolant/antifreeze to keep the block from cracking. Been there, done that. Not fun. JD says the wallet is in the car, and there’s enough money for the plane and the drive. Will wonders never cease? JD takes the car to buy Karen a plant for a thank-you gift and to air up the tires. Karen is there when JD returns. He gives her the plant and a big hug. He feels like he made her day.

JD takes three days to drive home, visiting friends and my brother and his family on the way. It’s like pulling teeth to get JD to communicate with me. He takes one more day to gas and clean my car, to change the oil, and to investigate the front end noise that has grown much louder. My car is a thousand times better to drive than that illegal Subaru. It sits low to the ground, like me. It has sturdy cup holders and an A/C fan that doesn’t squeal (a special blessing since it’s hot now). And it stays in its own lane.

I get my car back on March 9th, one month and one day after I “rented” it to Jacob. Better yet, I’ve got my son back too. It was a bit of wicked fun to have a personal bitch for a while, but there’s nothing better than a loving son. And JD knew it was his responsibility too, so he didn’t bitch much about being my bitch. He took care of me willingly, and for that I am hugely grateful. Whatever stupid shit he may do, it won’t be as stupid as poor Jacob.

No telling when Jacob will get out of jail. I calculate that he owes me at least a thousand dollars just for the mileage he put on my car. Not sure what’s a fair price for stealing my car and the weeks he took off my life. JD says Jacob is a stand-up guy. He does stupid shit, but he will pay me back. I’m not holding my breath, but I will not forget either.

Jacob and his family are the real tragedy here. Addictions never go away, they only get held in check sometimes. After the cost of the plane trip, the drive, two motels, cab fare, food, and the plant gift, there was $11.00 left. I kept it out of principle. At least we got our money back. What remains to be seen is whether or not Jacob and his family will get their lives back. Let us hope so. That stupid thirty-year-old kid. Argh!!

And me? My stomach has calmed way down, knock on wood. In fact, I’m feeling so frisky that I might just venture out solo to the drive-thru liquor store on the opposite side of Austin. Got to stretch my horizons. I might even save up to paint my sweet old ride, if it doesn’t get repo’d first.