#nurse week 2.0

[wileys-russo]

NOOOO now we need a pt 2 of cough medicine with a grumpy reader because alexia has passed the cold to her and alexia dressing up in the nurse outfit to surprise her…

lil sequel to this ! suggestive content at the end cough medicine 2.0 II a.putellas

"mi princesa i said i was sorry!" your girlfriend groaned as you scoffed and reached to grab the bottle of water on the coffee table in front of you.

"sorry doesn't make me not sick alexia i warned you!" you grunted ou in annoyance, pushing away her hands which attempted to massage your shoulders.

"bebita in my defense-" your girlfriend started, accent thick as she spoke english but the withering glare you shot her had her wishing she'd mumbled it in spanish and out of your earshot as she fell silent and your attention returned to the television.

"can i get you something?" the catalonian asked sweetly as you ignored her, tucking your knees up to your chest and pulling the blanket to your chin. "mi amor do you need anything? tissue, cough medicine, tea, soup, a hug?" your girlfriend smiled hopefully as you shot her a blistering side eye.

"for you to leave me alone." you grumbled, sniffling and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. you'd even refused to wear one of alexia's and thats when she knew you were perhaps just a touch beyond the normal level of grumpy you became when unwell.

though really alexia knew it was her fault. you'd at first been strong and held quite firm to the no kissing rule when she was sick last week, needing to still be viable and healthy to look after her as well as work from home while you did so.

now to the average bystander they'd not know the true nature of your girlfriends incredibly clingy tendencies, but when her walls were down and it was just the two of you she melted like a icey in the sun, crawling on top of you.

if you didn't react fast enough she'd grab your arms and wrap them around her, tucking them up the back of whatever was covering her torso, the blonde mumbling into your neck she wanted back scratches and you'd often tease that if she got any closer she'd be inside your skin.

then when alexia was sick it was even more dire that she have every possible ounce of your attention and touch. so as the hours ticked by and you'd still held firm that her lips weren't to touch yours and she not get too close, her attempts to break you down also doubled.

unfortunately to your own detriment you also found yourself feeling a little touch starved, and the more effort alexia made to getting you to crack the closer and closer you stepped toward the edge.

but over and over you warned her that not only did you have to work but you had a music festival with your friends on the weekend you needed to be in fit and fighting shape for.

spoiler alert, a night of consolation kisses to cheer up your incredibly pouty and miserable girlfriend who was informed she'd not be fit enough to make the squad this weekend meant it was needless to say you weren't going to the music festival now.

it had been frosty for the last two days since.

you'd even gone as far as to put up a pillow wall as a compromise for not kicking alexia out of the bed much to the constant whining and apologizing and groveling and begging and pleading you were far too tired and unwell to give into.

"mi vida. por favor i do not know what else to do, i have said over and over i am very sorry!" alexia groaned again, collapsing into the sofa beside you, thumping into the cushions and hazel eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"i told you, leave me alone." you huffed, well aware you were now bordering on overreacting but your dampened state of well being and the fomo of watching your friends all have fun at the festival without you was making it near impossible to move on from that.

with one final sigh and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before you could push her away alexia did as you asked and left you be. and with the warmth of the blanket and your inconsistent temperature it didn't take long before you drifted off.

when you woke up it was to an all too familiar smell, lifting your head groggily and peeking over the back of the lounge you could see your girlfriend with her back to you in the kitchen.

you hadn't made a single noise but alexia could feel your eyes on her as she glanced over her shoulder and threw you a smile which you didn't return, though you also didn't turn away, resting your chin on top of the sofa and watching her as she cooked.

"are you making your soup?" you rasped out after awhile, unable to ignore the overwhelmingly alluring smell wafting closer and closer. "maybe." alexia grinned coyly as you rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto the sofa.

"not in the mood for cute." you quipped with a huff, stretching your arms out behind your head and tuning back into the spanish soap opera your girlfriends sister had gotten you shamefully addicted to, though alba never ceased to tease that you needed the subtitles on.

you glanced up when you heard someone clear their throat, looking up at your girlfriend for a fleeting moment as she stood before you and placed down two bowls of soup on the coffee table before your gaze returned to the television

but then when you realized alexia had done an outfit change, your head snapped back so fast you near gave yourself whiplash.

"hola bebita." she purred with a suggestive smile as you sat upright and covered your mouth with your hand, taking in your incredibly athletically built girlfriend in all her glory.

her glory being the ill fighting barely covering nurses costume that was yours which was sitting taunt against her muscular body.

given the fact it was made in your size and not hers, and she easily stood two and a half heads taller, she looked like one wrong move would have her bursting out of it like the hulk.

and so you did the only thing your body could do in the moment taking her in and the way her thick quad muscles had the garters wrapped around them about a millisecond from snapping, you collapsed backwards into the sofa clutching at your stomach, body heaving with laughter which rang around your empty shared home.

the reaction was clearly not what the taller girl anticipated as her mouth formed a small o and she crossed her arms, the way the sleeves ripped as she did so only making you laugh harder.

"hey! this was supposed to be sexy, not funny!" alexia protested with a huff, your head shaking to and fro as you tried to stop laughing for a moment so you could get a word out.

"cariño its not funny!" alexia groaned, a slight blush coating her cheeks as she shuffled closer. "oh mi amor you're forgiven. you're so forgiven!" you pulled your phone out and wiped a stray tear, snapping a few photos as your girlfriend gasped and tried to cover up.

"well this was not what i wanted but i am glad to at least see you smile again." alexia gave in with a shake of her head, moving to sit down beside you so you could both eat, grateful to hear her favorite noise once more as your belly laughter subsided into giggles.

but right as she did a strange noise sounded and your hand once more flew to your mouth, alexia now near naked beside you as the entire back of the ensemble ripped clean in half, your eyes raking over the taunt tattooed and tanned skin of her back.

"don't." alexia warned seriously, a pleading look in her eyes as you lost it again, sagging into her and clutching at your stomach as the sounds of your laughter filled the air. "amor!" alexia whined, clearly embarrassed as her hands flew to cover her own face.

"are you comfortable?" you teased, sitting up on your knees beside her once your laughter had settled, wrenching alexia's hands away from her face with a raised eyebrow. "no." your girlfriend mumbled with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

"so now you understand how it feels when i dress up for you." you hinted, eyebrow raising even higher as alexia sighed but nodded. "i have more muscles! it hurts more." the girl huffed, bottom lip jutting out into a slight pout.

"thats what you're going to take from all of this? ale i just forgave you, don't piss me off again." you huffed smacking her chest lightly as the corners of her mouth curled upward slightly.

"why not? it is what you are taking from this, no?" the slight smile turned into a full on grin now as she settled back into the lounge a little more clearly making an effort to flex her biceps and upper arm muscles as they sat folded behind her head.

"still not in the mood for cute. and thanks to you i'm sick, so if it was sex you were angling for putellas...think again." your hand smacked gently against her cheek a few times with a wink.

though before you could reach for your food your back was flat against the sofa and your girlfriend hovered over you, settling herself on her knees between your legs.

"you know bebita, there is still a lot i can do for you while you are unwell. but only if you are feeling up to it!" a singular finger trailed down your bare leg, her smirk widening at the goosebumps which arose in response.

"well you are a nurse, and it would be wrong of me to assume i know what i need better than a nurse." you smiled, alexia raising an eyebrow as she sunk a little lower, a few kisses trailed up your leg as you hummed, already feeling better as they got higher and her large hands gripped your thighs pushing your legs even further apart.

you sighed in pleasure and tangled your hands in her hair as her chin rested on your abdomen, looking up at you with a smile as she played with the hem of your shorts, t-shirt pushed upward and a few kisses placed to your stomach as your eyes fluttered closed and your shorts suddenly dissapeared.

"let me make it all feel better princesa."

[wosoamazing]

New Normal 2.0

Alessia x Child!R - Part 3 of the Diabetes & Love Series Warnings: Hospitals, Diabetes, Cannulas

The last actual part of the series, all the next fics part of the series will be one-shots/blurbs

After a week-long stay in the hospital you were finally allowed to go home. Alessia was slightly nervous to go home but she knew it had to happen eventually and she knew she could do it.

“Mummy, icky,” you said as you walked over to her, leaving your toys in the middle of the floor, your Mum was over near the new set of shelves you helped build earlier that day, she was organising all your new supplies so they were easy to get. You had been told how important it was that you told an adult when you felt bad, so that's what you were doing, your Mum had quickly learnt that icky seemed to be for lows and yucky was for highs, she checked her phone to see your sensor did indeed say you were low, however as always you had to have your finger pricked first to check, “ow” you smiled cheekily, your Mum knew it didn’t hurt you but sometimes you like to say it as a joke.

“You little trickster, and also it does seem that you are icky, do you want a juice?” you nodded and she made quick work of fetching you a juice, “why don’t you help Mummy organise these while you have your juice,” she said handing you the pile of small wipe packets which had been mixed up when Lotte accidently dropped them, when she started helping, but she was quickly banned from helping and was sent to the grocery store, some of them were to help get rid of the sticky, some were to help clean your skin and then the others were to help your sensors stick to you, you agreed and quickly got to work sorting out the wipes into their respective containers. Your Mummy knew getting you to help her would keep you still for long enough time that the juice could start bringing up your blood sugar.

By the time you had finished organising the wipes your Mum had finished putting everything away.

“Pea, what if we did some shopping together on Mummy’s computer, there are stickers we could put over your helpers so that they stay in place better but also look pretty, and we could find some new better looking bags to put all your supplies in,” you nodded eagerly before following her into to the office, she helped you sit on her lap, as you looked at many different things with her, “that one!” you exclaimed as you pointed to a case that had a pale pink cow patch pattern on it, and Alessia added it to the cart, along with many different patch designs, device stickers and another case which was larger for when you travelled, and some other items.

________

Three days later a package arrived for you and you were very excited to open it, knowing what it was. 

“Look Mummy!” you yelled as you pulled out one of the sticker packs. “Do you like them?” you nodded eagerly, and she immediately knew she had her answer, “well what if we take off your current sensors, and give you a bath and then when we put your new sensors on we can choose which patches we put on,”

“Okay,” you said before taking her hand and pulling her into the bathroom. Alessia was the most nervous for this. This would be her first time changing your pod and sensor without the nurses or doctors watching, she did it herself before you left but it was still different because she knew if she needed it there was help. 

-

“Okay now, are you ready to help me put the insulin in?” “yep,” you said and your Mum inserted the needle into the small hole on the back of the pod before allowing you to help her push it in, “good job, now, where do you want to put this? Your back, stomach or your leg?” “leg, other one arm,” your Mum nodded as she cleaned a spot on your thigh before placing some skin-glue around the area and sticking your pod on your leg, she then used her hand to squeeze your leg, “okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,” she counted with you as you waited for the cannula to be inserted, “it’s in, good job, you sure you still want to put that patch on,” you nodded your head, and so she stuck it down, “okay ready for the next, 3, 2, 1” she clicked the button on the applicated and the cannula inserted, however unlike usual you cried, “I’m sorry Pea, I know it doesn't normally hurt and I don’t know why it hurt, but you did such an excellent job, you’re my big strong girl. What if we watch a movie tonight in my bed and you can sleep with me,” you sadly nodded your head and after finishing your site changes she carried you through to her room.

-

“Night, night mummy,” you mumbled as you started to fall asleep, you were lying on top of her, your head resting on her chest.

“Night bubba, love you,” Alessia replied. After being at home for four days now and having done a double sight change herself Alessia felt a lot better, she knew that soon this would become second nature, she knew you were strong and you hadn’t shied away from anyone who asked any questions yet and had taken it in your stride, she honestly couldn’t be prouder of you and she would make sure you knew that. It was just you and her, still, together forever, with the addition of your mini helpers now.

[korcariqueen]

A Second Shot ~ Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Content - Worst! Wolverine needs to take a break from the chaos of the apartment and goes to find a bar. Lucky for him he walks in to the one you work at.

A/N - Thank you so much for the love already. All the likes, comments and reposts have been so encouraging. I'm gonna go ahead with writing a full series. Like I said before this will be more adult 18+. Ya know sex, violence, swearing. All the good stuff 😂 stay tuned ❤️❤️❤️

Hi 👋 this is my first fic. Please comment if you like or have improvements. I have an idea to make this in to a full series that would be more 🌶 adult. Let me know if any of you are interested in reading that. Warning: Slight swearing

Logan needed to get out of the apartment. Wade and Peter had started to brainstorm the rebirth of X-Force 2.0, which Wade promised would be at least 40% less lethal than its predecessor. And for unknown reasons the ‘brainstorming’ included multiple whiteboards and creating a practice plane to ‘stick the landing unlike last time’. The ensuing DIY project caused Laura to barge out of her room, screaming at Wade about the noise. The merc with the mouth then thought it was wise to make a ‘menies’ joke. Not surprisingly Laura launched herself on the man, claws out.

I’m too sober for this.

That was enough for Logan to grab his leather jacket and head for the door. Logan walked down the busy New York streets. It was late September, the night was chilly with light rain splattering on the sidewalk. Logan was surprised by how lively the streets were for the time of night, before remembering it was a Friday. He wondered how long it had been since he was sober enough to remember the day of the week. He continued down the street, silently taking in the bustle. Taxi drivers were hitting the horns like they were paid by the noise. Young couples were making out in darkened alleys, lost in their own world. Logan smirked to himself. God when was the last time he did that? He shook the urge to wander down memory lane. He passed a few bars, neon lights flickering invitingly. He peered in. Bachelorette party. Could be fun but he just wanted a quiet drink tonight. Another. Karaoke night. Logan winced at the off tune, drunken singing. Heightened hearing had its downsides. Every bar and pub seemed packed with drunken revellers, ready to enjoy their night and invite the weekend with a killer hangover.

Logan was ready to give up and head back, knowing full well that Wade and Laura had probably destroyed the apartment, when he glanced across the street. A small bar, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the street. ‘Sammy’s Bar’, adorned the sign above the door. Logan focused his hearing. There was definitely people in there but it sounded quiet enough. He crossed the road and walked down a few steps to the wooden door, before pushing it open. 

He stepped inside, the smell of hard liquor wafted in the air. The place was a decent size, something you wouldn’t be able to tell from the street. The space was dimly lit, a few old looking sconces dotted the far left wall above booth seating. A few people sat there, engrossed in hushed, alcohol soaked conversations. Small round table seating were dotted around the open middle section of the bar, their patrons loudly arguing over politics as the few ancient looking chandeliers above swayed slightly with the roar of traffic outside. On the far right stood the solid wood bar with a few high stools lining it, with a couple of people sitting watching a boxing match on the TV in the right corner. The bar had a few beer taps, the usual stuff and a few European beers. Logan rolled his eyes before catching the well stocked liquor on the wall. This will have to do. Logan walked to a vacant stool by the bar, next to a greying older man nursing his drinking and quietly reading a book. Shrugging off his jacket and lightly shaking off the droplets of rain that clung still to it. 

“Be there in sec.” called a voice from one of the tables. Logan grunted in response as he sat at the bar. He propped his forearms on the worn wood, interlocking his fingers. Bar must’ve been here a while judging by the wear of the wood. His eyes began to trace the scratched names on the surface. “Josh was here”, “For a good time call Chloe” “Kenny hearts Lisa”. He heard the hurried footsteps of the bartender rounding the bar to stand in front of him.

“So what can I getcha?,” came the cheerful voice. 

Logan lifted his head, “A double of..” His voice caught in his throat as his eyes widened slightly. You stood there with a bright smile adoring your face, head slightly cocked to the side. You looked to be in your late 20s, early 30s if he had to guess.Your hair was up in a high ponytail and you wore a black t-shirt that hugged your figure. Logan glimpsed your slightly loose jeans. Comfortable for working in a bar. 

“Ahem” Logan cleared his throat. “A double of Jamesons, neat. Thanks.”

“No problem. Coming right up.” You flashed him another stunning smile.

Oh fuck.

You pulled out a small step to help you grab the whiskey from the shelf. Your t-shirt riding up slightly showing off the small of your back and waist. Logan wondered what it would feel like to grip your waist as he- 

“Pipe down old man” Logan mentally scolded himself. You hoped for the step stool, whiskey in hand and began to pour his drink. You chatted with the, what he assumed to be, regulars sitting beside him; laughing and commenting on the match they were watching. 

God, even your laugh was beautiful.

“There you are”, you said as you placed Logan’s drink in front of him.

“Thanks.” He managed to muster without his voice cracking like a kid whose balls hadn’t dropped. He took a slow sip, letting the warming amber liquid melt his day’s stress away. 

“So I haven’t seen you around. We don’t get many new faces here.” You offered idle chat as you cleaned the bar around you.

“Urm no. Not been here before.” Logan offered in response.

“New in the neighbourhood?”

“Yeah you could say that” You have no idea.

“Well, welcome to our neck of the woods. Umm?” you asked.

“Logan. Thanks. Sammy?”

“Oh no.” You laughed, placing your hand on your chest. “ No Sammy’s my boss and owner of this fine establishment. I’m [Y/N]” you offered your hand to shake. Logan took it, his giant hands enveloping yours. He could have sworn he heard your breath hitch slightly at the contact and feel your heartbeat a little faster. You quickly retract your hand, Logan smirking slightly at your sudden awkwardness.

“Well Logan I’m happy you found us.”

“Yeah, most of the places ‘round here got too many people. Way too loud.” Logan said as he took another sip of his drink.

“Yeah. That’s why most of the old timers like it here…” Your hand flew to your open mouth as you realised what you had said. “I mean not you obviously.” you stuttered as you tried to recover your accidental insult. “I mean like the older guys like a quieter ambience you know like Leonard is always complaining about how those places you can’t hear yourself think” You are tripping on your words as your brain goes into overdrive. “Not saying you have the same issues as a 65 year old man!” Logan couldn’t help but laugh at your attempts to salvage your blunder. 

“I’m older than I look, darlin,” he says with a coy smile, glass still hovering at his lips.

“What? No you can’t be much older than me. Definitely under forty!” you stuttered out, still frazzled.

Logan's smile spread into a toothy grin. He was enjoying how flustered you were. 

“Hey [Y/N]! Another one when you’re done flirting with the new guy.” A man on the far side of the bar shouted, holding his empty pint glass.

“Shut up Leonard!” you yelled back. The man, Leonard, laughed in response. “Well I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough. I’ll leave you to your drink, Logan.” You gave a quick embarrassed smile as you hurried off to see to the other patrons. 

Logan let out a small laugh as could hear you scolding the man he presumed was Leonard. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh come on I’ve never seen you get all jittery before. Besides, you looked like you were drowning out there. What the hell did you even say to him” 

“Nothing! Just drop it or I’ll tell Martha you were here last Thursday when you were ‘working late at the office’.” you snapped back, glaring at the man. Leonard put his hands up in surrender, quietly conceding. 

[Y/N] quickly glanced over at Logan to see if witnessed the exchange. Logan kindly dropped his head, pretending to be fascinated by his glass. You let out a small relieved sigh, before leaving the bar to clear some tables. Logan lifted his head back up, making eye contact with Leonard across the bar. The man gave him a wide smile, lifting up his glass in a silent cheers, clearly enjoying how flustered he made their favourite bartender. Logan mirrored the action with his whiskey glass before taking another sip. 

The old man in the stool next to Logan began to stand up, closing his book and placing a few dollars on the to pay his tab. Grabbing his coat, he called out to you, “I’m off now [Y/N].” 

You turned, smiling at the man, “Okay Kenny. You take care. Bring Lisa next time, I miss her.” 

“I will. Night” The rest of the bar called out their goodbyes to the man as he finished putting on his coat. He began to walk past Logan before he stopped. Logan shifted slightly in his seat toward the man.

In a hushed tone “She works here most nights.” He flashed Logan a knowing smile and wink before donning his flat cap and walking out the bar. 

Logan couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. Yeah this will definitely need to be a regular spot, especially if it means being served by a certain beautiful bartender. 

[gyuwoncheol]

Takes Two to Tango

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: Cheollie to the rescue on a bad day

Warnings: angst, mentions of Cheol’s torn ACL injury. There is, in fact, no tango happening at all.

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: Wrote this a while back but have always waited for the right time to post it. I’ve had an exhausting week, probably the most tired I’ve been in a long while. I just want to be conforted by Cheol. Dedicating this also to all my carat friends going though a rough patch right now. You must remember our boys and our leader love us so much 🩵🩷

Author's Note 2.0: Written because I truly miss Cheol and I know he misses us just as much. I always feel slightly disoriented when I don’t see him in the promotions. I also just really miss having an ot13 comeback 😞

“Babe?” It’s the first thing you hear when you enter the door and you’re already cursing at how Seungcheol just knows it’s you.

“Hmm,” You drop your keys and took off your shoes, taking a quick glance at the mirror by your main door, wiping the dried tears that marked your cheeks. Kkuma eventually got to you and pawed at your legs gently. You pick her up and cuddle into her a good few minutes, sighing heavily as you shut your eyes closed.

There wasn’t really any other way to put it. You had an absolute shit of a day. You got a flat tire on the way to the office, consequently making you late to a very important meeting. You were given a new workload that wasn’t even really part of your scope anymore but there was really no other person who could take it on, while another important project you’d been taking care of had to be delayed because of a manufacturing problem. Everyone in the office seemed to need to meet you that you ended up taking lunch 2 hours late, and just when you were about to take your 3rd cup of coffee for the day, the lid had popped open and spilled the brown liquid all over your very white top. By the time you left the office, you were cranky and hungry, like you wanted to scream and fight with anyone. It was only when you arrived at home and caught sight of the warm light that peeked through the windows that you were reminded about Cheol being home.

Your boyfriend who was nursing a torn ACL and evidently spent much of his day at home. Your boyfriend who was sweet and loving enough to check in on you throughout the day, but he barely got substantial replies. Your boyfriend who didn’t mind cause he knew you were busy. Your boyfriend who was now looking at you with the softest eyes as you approached him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi baby,” he greeted, arms open wide as he remained partially immobile on the couch.

You hesitated about going in front of the couch and receiving his embrace, your heart feeling like it was squeezed at the moment. To your better judgment, you hugged him with one arm from behind and a quick kiss on his lips instead.

“Can i just go clean up first? I.. i got coffee spilled all over me,” you excused yourself, averting his gaze.

Seungcheol nodded and watched you scurry away to your shared bedroom, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He normally gets sulky when you avoid his hugs, but this time he had already sensed something was off with you. It was the way you wrongly messaged him “take care at rehab” at 1pm when he actually had his appointment at 10am. You’ve never forgotten any of his appointments. It was also in the way he had noticed you enter the house only 20 minutes after your car park at the garage. He obviously noticed how tired you looked and the little smudge of your mascara from tears. It broke his heart that you chose to keep this with yourself, you normally always ran to him for refuge when you needed it.

You stood idly in the shower for what felt like forever. If it were up to you, you would’ve never gotten out but alas, you could only hide forever and the water bill will spike up so you got out and got changed, drying your hair and pulling on one of your boyfriend’s large shirts, your favorite one.

“Oh my god!” You jumped at the sight of Seungcheol on the bed when you got to your bedroom, “you scared me. How’d you get all the way here?!”

“Babe, I can already walk you know? Just slowly, but I still get to places.”

“Right, yeah, sorry. I was just surprised,” you shook your head, “uhmm.. i’m gonna go get water…”

“There’s water here,” Seungcheol pointed out, gesturing towards the small table which indeed had drinking water

“Oh. Okay. Then i’ll just go and fix up the liv—“

“Y/n,” Seungcheol called out softly but still firm, freezing you on the spot by the door. You closed your eyes at the nickname, and you just knew he knew you were avoiding him. “Please look at me?”

You turned around slowly, eyes only peeking open after taking a deep breath. You glanced at him and immediately, tears already began pricking at your eyes, so you looked down at the floor instead, standing there like a child that just got scolded. Cheol waited to see if you’d get closer or if you’d at least bring your gaze back to him but when you didn’t he worried even more. Slowly, he swung his leg off the bed to make his way to you.

“What are you doing?” You panicked with his movements.

“Trying to get you to me.”

That seemed to do the trick, your feet padding towards him quickly and helping him raise his injured leg on the bed again, “just stay put. I’ll do it.”

Seungcheol grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly for good measure, “Jagi, what’s wrong? Could you please tell me?”

You looked at him once more and Cheol had the warmest gaze fixed on you. You sat by his side, feeling bad you were worrying him. “I just had a bad day at work, that’s all.”

“Wanna tell me more?” He prodded, thumb rubbing soothing circles at the back of your hand.

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“You clearly aren’t,” Seungcheol retorted, “babe, you know I won’t pry if I didn’t think something else was wrong but you’re worrying me, you always run to me when you have bad days and problems, why are you shutting me out now?”

Your boyfriend sounded pained and you cursed yourself for making him feel that way. “Cheollie, i’m not shutting you out…” you whispered, “I just don’t think it matters to you is all.”

Cheol watched you shrug at your words, as if trying to convince yourself of what you just said. “It matters when it’s making my girl sad, why would you think it wouldn’t?”

“Becauseeee,” you whined, “you clearly have worse problems than I do. You’re uncomfortable, you have a hard time moving, rehab is painful, i know you’d really rather be with the boys doing work but instead you’re stuck at home. You have it much worse than I do. It’s just a bad day at work. I’ll be fine.” You said everything so fast you hadn’t even noticed a tear had rolled down your cheek but your boyfriend was quick to wipe it away before you pulling into his chest.

It crushed Cheol to see you like this. You weren’t one to hold off on your emotions to him. “Baby, just because im having a bad day doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to. My ‘bigger’ problems,” your boyfriend raised his fingers to gesture air quotes, “shouldn’t invalidate yours.”

“I know, but..”

“No but’s… your feelings are valid. Period. And I’m always here for you. We’re a team, remember?”

You looked at Seungcheol properly for the first time tonight, tears in your eyes as you studied his features intently, and then the dam broke loose. You hide your face on the crook of his neck and sobbed, little hiccups and squeaks coming out of you. Cheol could feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest as he embraced you in his arms, patting your hair with one hand whispering encouragements to just “let it all out”.

“I’m j-just… just so tired, Cheol,” you whispered softly in between cries, “I s-swear…. it’s nothing else… jus’ t-tired.” And it was true, there wasn’t anything else bothering you, you just simply felt tired from everything going on in your life, “I just didn’t w-want… t-to tell you and burden you. S-so I… i k-kept it in… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shhhh, no need to be sorry. I believe you and i’m always here for you. Never a burden, jagi. Remember that.” Seungcheol squeezed you tighter, wanting to just take away all of the hurt and exhaustion you were feeling.

He continued to speak soothing words as he let you release more pent up feelings, his face scrunching up when you’d let out a strangled gasp. It hurt for Cheol to even think about how long you’ve felt this way, he has been injured for quite a while now.

You wipe away your tears after what felt like forever, the tip of your nose was positively red and your eyes were now swollen. Your boyfriend offered you a weak smile before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” you say after clearing your throat, “thank you for listening.”

“Of course, jagi. I love you too. I’m sorry if all this,” Seungcheol gestures to his knee, “has disturbed our routine—“

“What? Cheollie, no,” you interrupted, “don’t be sorry. I’m not blaming your or your injury at all.”

“I know. I’m just saying I know things have been a little more difficult than usual for us, but I know we’ll get through it as long as we do it together, yeah? You don’t always have to give it your all, you know. I’m always going to be here to fill in the gap for you, the same way you do with me. You’ve been so good at taking care of me lately, I just hope you’d remember that I want to take care of you too, even with a bad knee.”

You giggled at his last words, knowing full well that even with his disability, Seungcheol would cross rivers and move mountains for you. That’s simply how he is as a person. It showed with how he flew to Japan to support his brothers and see their fans for their show. You witnessed it in the way he’d wake up early in the morning even when he didn’t have a schedule just so he could take breakfast with you and send you off for work. Saw it with how there was always dinner ready on the table when you got home. Sometimes they were cooked by him, sometimes just delivered, but it didn’t matter to you. You knew it was his way to make good on his promise of using all this time at home to make up for lost time with you.

Some people think it annoyingly stubborn— some people being his doctors— but to you, it meant that he was passionate, determined and most importantly, he loved fiercely.

He loves you fiercely.

You gently nodded at his words whilst cupping his face in your small hands. Seungcheol did the same, his thumb wiping your dried tears after placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Together?” You asked despite knowing the answer.

“Together.”

[lovexjoe]

PENPALS Part 3

Your dad was suppose to be home 4 days ago with Uncle Mike but they are no where to be found. You were currently leaving the hospital when the news report caught your attention.. WANTED FUGITIVES? It broke your heart knowing Captain passed the way he did. Your dad gave you the phone call and you couldn’t even make it to the funeral due to your exams and clinicals. You knew it wasn’t true at all, someone had to be framing them.

But who is that other person with them? You knew Mike had a son but you never knew any details beyond that. They were broadcasting names and pictures on the tv. Uncle Mike popped up first. Your phone interrupted everything and you decided to just step outside because it was quiet hours in the hospital. You picked up the phone and nearly cried.

“Hey baby, yes I’m okay, but I need you to go to Dorn’s house. We got some injuries we need some help with.” Your heart felt whole again to hear your dad’s voice.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” You snuck out with a kit from the hospital and headed straight to Dorn’s house. You notice a black van was following you for quite some time, but you managed to lose them.

As you pulled into the driveway your heart started to beat fast. The idea of something happening to your dad really shook you to the core. Being away from home for so long due to nursing school you lost so much time with your family. You also missed Uncle Mike, he’s the only person that knows how to deal with your dad.

You knocked on the door to see Dorn and immediately he gives you a hug. You missed him and Kelly so much. As you walk inside you immediately give your dad a hug and check to see if he had any bad injuries.

“There’s my favorite niece!” Uncle Mike picks you up and spins you around. You noticed a familiar face in the kitchen and your heart immediately went to your ass.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You look at the prisoner who you’ve fell head over heels for but haven’t heard a word from in 2 weeks. Armando just stood in the kitchen holding a beer looking like a lost puppy. He knew he was going to see you once Marcus made that call.

“Y/N this is my son Armando he-“

“YOUR SON?!” You were in love with a MIKE 2.0 ??!??!!? That Lowrey DNA is a fucking bitch. You had the biggest crush on Uncle Mike in your teenage years now you bent ass backwards over his son.

“Princess it’s okay. He’s come a long way since killing Captain Howard-“ Marcus tries comforting you.

“Marcus…” Mike gives him a dirty look cause it was a low blow.

He killed Captain Howard?……

The look on your face broke Armando’s heart. Yes he killed Captain Howard and if he had a choice he would have never done it. He watched the terror of it unfold in front of his eyes and he regretted every moment of it. Whatever you guys had was probably dead after hearing that. You ended the conversation as you started to clean up Uncle Mike’s wounds.

“Geez I remember when I was babysitting you now you over here cleaning me up.” Mike jokes as he sips on a beer.

“Sounds like you getting old” You started to laugh as he straightens himself up and push his chest out.

“There was a car following me on the way over here but I managed to lose it.” You finished stitching up his wound and Armando was next.

“You should stay here tonight just in case. You and Armando can share the guest bedroom. Mike and Marcus can stay on the pullout.” Dorn suggested and Kelly agrees with him.

“Armando you sleeping on the floor and don’t get any ideas!” Marcus warns.

“Please Marcus, that boy is clearly in love with whoever in dem damn polaroids he got on him.” Mike teases and your face immediately turns red as you wipe down Armando’s wound. He tries to maintain a straight face but he couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up. Yes he was in love with you as crazy as it sounded. He wanted to tell you after the visit but he lost all his access due to the fight.

After playing nurse for everybody, it was time to clean up and get some rest. You and Armando headed off to the guest bedroom with the clothes and towels Dorn gave you. As soon as the door closed, you pulled him in for a hug. Yes he killed Captain Howard, but he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have any redeeming qualities. You let all your emotions come to the surface.

“I thought I lost you…”You let out a soft cry. Armando caress your face and wiped your tears. He didn’t deserve you even after hearing he killed Captain you still wanted to talk to him. He didn’t want to question it, he just thanked his lucky stars.

“You could never lose me mami. I love you Y/N. The day after the visit, I wanted to tell you but the fight happened and they cut off all my access. I love you I’m so lucky to even have you.” That all you needed to hear. You pulled him in a for kiss. This time you guys had extra hours to yourself no guards to interrupt your time.

“Alright stinky go take a shower!” He strips down and you took both of your clothes to the laundry. Obviously you checked to see if anyone was up but the lights were already out. Your dad and Uncle Mike already snoring in the living room. You hopped into the shower with him, taking in his figure for the first time. He had old scars and some new wounds but god was he handsome. The water cascading down his caramel skin had you drooling. You couldn’t help but take in how …..packed he was. He was already bricked up but you couldn’t blame him. You knew he’d be getting off to your picture so seeing you in front of him like this…..he was using the last bit of self control he had.

“Touch me….” You wrapped his arms around you as the water hits the both of you. The warmth of the water and the steam filling the air was adding to the heat you were feeling for him.

“I-I shouldn’t ….we should wait…” Your foreheads touching as his hands stay firmly at your waist. He didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to give him some ass just cause he’s out of prison. He could easily help himself in the middle of the night or just have self control. But seeing you out those fucking scrubs had him bricked and aching.

“Armando I’ve waited long enough…please touch me….I need you…” you moved his hands to your ass and started to kiss on his neck.

Fuck. The self control was out the window.

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[leeneir]

Look At Me Please 2.0; Possesive Yandere!Iso x Reader

To those that have given me reqs, I'm terribly sorry for not getting them out yet. My writer's block is such a pain💔 I promise I'm constantly thinking abt them tho and tryna brainstorm but my creative well is nonexistent dibdjs

Anywho, this is a continuation of the last Yandere Iso hc post! Highly recommend that you read the first! :]

Iso didn’t go through with his plans against Yoru that day because he was too happy about going on that date, but that doesn’t mean he forgot. Around a week after your boba date with him, you found Yoru with a serious injury being nursed back to health by Sage, when you asked what happened, he told you to leave. Perhaps a matter of pride?

You bring up the concern with your new boyfriend, Iso. When he responds, he doesn’t sound sympathetic. It wasn’t strange, he barely showed expressive emotion, and he didn’t have the best interactions with Yoru, so you assumed he didn’t really care because they weren’t the greatest friends.

In reality, Iso was fuming that you were concerned about that stupid cocky bastard and how he snapped at you like that. How dare that shit head take your emotions for granted? Sure, he’s the reason Yoru was injured in the first place, but the audacity Yoru had to brush you off. He’ll have to do more damage later.

The day you told Iso you loved him for the first time, something about him changed. He wasn’t shy anymore, he was always initiating intimacy, trying to give you kisses, holding your hand, and overall just a lot more doting and servicing you.

Oh, you’re tired? How could he let this happen! Iso shuts the rest of the world out with both of you in either his or your room, he already put both of your requests for a day off.

Very insistent about sleeping in the same room, you won’t do anything too intimate, he just wants to be with you for the rest of your life night.

At some point, everything becomes a reminder of you. The bare walls of the HQ, the houseplants put around the facility by Skye and Sage, the air that he breaths, he couldn’t get enough of anything.

ALWAYS holding you somewhere. Whether it be on the shoulder while youre talking to someone, the arm, your back, your leg while you're sitting, etc. Iso likes having a hand on you as a way to say “Mine.” to the others.

Every day has a new gift. Your room is starting to get crowded with all of the things he gets for you, Iso has already requested Brimstone to extend your room to make some space.

Man’s is rich and just loves spoiling you. Even if it’s just your favorite snack, or a new piece of clothing, he will literally get anything you want. If you mentioned something you even hinted you’d like, expect to receive it in the following hours to a day. He ordered it with overnight shipping.

Your assigned on a mission and he isn’t sent with you? Oh no!! Someone on the strike team got injured from training, what will we ever do? Everyone else happens to be unavailable for some unknown reasons, except Iso.

During the mission when you request a gun, he’ll immediately get it for you and snap at anyone else who even tries to get it first. Iso kisses you on the forehead before going to his position.

You had to apologize to Reyna for his behavior, she told you that his heart revealed that he wasn’t the good person you thought he was. Which was strange. How was the admiring and loving Iso not who he appeared to be?

One day, have an argument with Iso about going to training with Gekko and the others. He said that there was no need for you to go with them when the two of you could train together later.

You didn’t understand why Iso was so upset, you were just gonna do a few mock battles with other people, what's so wrong with that? You could train with him later too if he wanted to. You brushed him off anyway, finding his attitude very childish right now. Suddenly, he grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t look at them.” He ordered.

Before you could get a word out, your eyes met his, and you could see the intensity and possession in his eyes which glowed brighter than they normally did. It was terrifying.

You say his name, and suddenly he snaps out of it, letting you go and apologizing profusely. He starts tearing up a bit and saying that he shouldn’t have done that and keeps apologizing, stepping away from you and not letting himself hold you.

You feel guilty when he looks down at his hands, as if there was fresh blood on them, as if he’d just destroyed something precious. You couldn’t help but pull him in for a hug and apologize too. He tries to pull away, saying that he was a horrible person, but you don’t let that happen. So, he embraces you back, burying his face in your neck.

You could tell he was genuinely upset, and reassured him that he wasn’t bad and that you’ll be with him. He doesn’t need to worry about anything, you’ll put off training with the others for another time and stay with him for the rest of the day. He sniffles, pulling you in closer.

What you couldn’t see since his face was on your shoulder was the malicious expression at his successful attempt at keeping you to himself. Hook, line, and sinker.

[agentoli]

whether it's canon or your au, what do you think the agents, Sim troopers, and ai would dress up as for Halloween? I especially see Wash, Caboose, Tucker, Sarge, Theta, Omega, Gamma, York, South, and Connie being gung-ho about it.

Oo!! Ill do this for my au!!!

Blood Gulch

Carolina: The boys had to pay her just so they could put a cheap cat ear headband on her. She did allow Maine to do face paint afterward and vehemently defends it to anyone who might make fun of it.

Wyoming: A vampire. He puts way to much effort into it and ends up unable to wash off the face paint for a week.

Maine: Swamp Monster. Yes he has glowing eyes. Yes the Red Team collectively pissed themselves when they saw him from across the canyon.

Washington: A glow-in-the dark skeleton. Basic, but he insists he ALWAYS goes as a skeleton. (He admits it's because it was tradition that he and his sisters all matched on halloween, and that skeleton was broad enough to have fun with every year)

York: Werewolf, secretly stoked once he sees Carolina with cat ears. He has deluded himself into thinking they are in some sort of couples costume.

North: An angel. (Its bad quality like from party city)

South: A devil. (also party city quality)

Texas: The grim reaper. She has a really creepy skull mask covered in old (hopefully fake) blood, and delights herself by scaring her team.

CT: She's got regular clothes on save for a pumkin hoodie, citing how she wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween as a kid and doesn't get the hype.

Freelancer

Church: Will not dress up, no matter how many times Tucker tries to get him in a couples costume. Halloween is for babies and he is way to cool for it.

Omega: On the other hand, Church's AI dresses up like Beetlejuice. (He really wants Church to be Lydia)

Tucker: A vampire, but sexy. He wanted Church to be a vampire hunter, but that didn't end well. He has those fake fangs in that give you a horrible lisp.

Caboose: Rudolph the red nosed reigndeer. Yes he knows its not Christmas, he just really likes that one stop motion film.

Sigma: He is dressed like a court jester. Point and laugh.

Sarge: Uncle Sam. He would've let off fireworks if Donut hadn't confiscated them instantly.

Gamma: Also, Uncle Sam. He makes fake fireworks :)

Simmons: Data from Star Trek. It's his favorite character! (He's just like me for real!)

Delta: He does not dress up. That is illogical. (Nah, he's Spock LMAO)

Grif: He wears black and calls it a day. He's just here for the candy tbh.

Theta: Headless Horseman! He replaced the horse with a big holographic dog, but Grif will punch anyone who tries to point out the inaccuracy.

Lopez: They covered him in cardboard and painted him like Optimus Prime

Donut: A fried egg.

Doc: A piece of toast.

Kaikaina: Bacon.

Iota: A nurse! She dressed up just like Doc McStuffins!

Eta: Pippi Longstockings!

Lopez 2.0: Cardboard costume Megatron.

Others:

Florida: A zombie with way too much gore. Like, stomach churning, genuinely upsetting amounts. Has been asked to leave the function.

Georgia: Bee from Bee and Puppycat! They have a plushie of puppycat, though!

Ohio: Dorothy from Wizard of Oz

Idaho: The Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz

Iowa: The Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz

[lamemaster]

The Beer Slayer 2.0 (Slayer of Roots)

Request: Could you do a part two of the glorfindel x reader that you did in the what the hell is happening event? Maybe how they first met and those first impressions to falling in love or glorfindel deepening the relationship with her after the initial events?

Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

Genre: Pining fluff

Summary: 5 problems 1 solution- repression.

AN: Sorry for being so late but it's been rough. I hope you like this. Reader POV for this one. I will be working on requests slowly as mental health permits :D

Part 1- The Beer Slayer

You are in love. Well, screw it. You are in love with a guy you can't even breathe around. One glance at him and your heart crumbles like a sandcastle under a toddler's heel, pathetic and insignificant. It practically begs him to finish the job.

So you steel yourself and take the seat opposite from him, leaving a chasm of emptiness between you two. You plaster a smile on your face for Tommy's next attempt at humor, the kind that usually lands him a date.

Today, however, your forced enthusiasm lands with a thud. Because you're not interested. And flirting? Absolutely not. You believe in the opposite. Repression is your middle name.

Every time your path collides with Glorfindel, you launch into a full-body assault on your thundering heartbeat. Your smile is a tightrope act, never daring to stretch a millimeter further than polite social interaction. He can't know. The very thought is laughable.

Glorfindel, the radiant center of everyone's universe, wouldn't even look at you twice. He's a freaking star, and you're a pebble yearning for the sky.

You're practically hyperventilating by the time you reach the next staircase. You picture your lungs as deflated balloons, gasping for air after two measly flights.

Just when you think you might faint from oxygen deprivation, you see him. Glorfindel's glorious mane is caught in the intricate metal railing, a prisoner of its own beauty. He's perched precariously on a chair, his head hanging in defeat.

Sucking in the last dregs of air, you manage a weak wave. Your smile, practiced for weeks in the mirror, feels brittle. You tear your gaze away, unable to meet his eyes for fear of your heart erupting from your chest.

Glorfindel turns towards you, and a smile, so breathtaking it should be illegal, splits his face in two. Every fiber of your being screams to mirror it, to bask in the warmth of his attention.

You almost, almost ditch that stupid chem lecture you haven't been paying attention to in weeks.

Just as you turn to mutter a choked "see you later, "The sound of ripping hair echoed through the stairwell, a horrifying screech that made you wince. Glorfindel stood there, a clump of hair dangling from his fingers like a macabre trophy.

His face, however, was a masterpiece of conflicting emotions. A valiant attempt at a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, while his eyes held a definite flicker of pain.

Your mouth gapes like a beached fish, sputtering for words that stubbornly refuse to appear. Glorfindel's normally bright eyes are suspiciously watery.

"Oh my gosh, are you seriously okay?" you blurt, desperately trying to avert your gaze from the potential bald spot. The thought of a Glorfindel with a patchy mane sends shivers down your spine, both sympathetic and slightly terrifying for the entire Glorfindel fan club (which, ahem, you might be a reluctant member of).

You glance between the fistful of golden hair and his face. "So..." you begin, voice thick with a poorly concealed tremor, "nurse or hairdresser?" The mental image of either fixing this epic hair fail is equally unfathomable.

But before you can process further, a sound erupts from your own throat. It starts as a hesitant snort, morphing into a full-blown, snorting laugh that you're fairly certain Glorfindel wouldn't appreciate under normal circumstances.

Unfortunately, normal circumstances have flown out the window the moment his hair became a sacrificial lamb to the stairwell railing.

By the time the minute mark rolls around, your sides ache from the effort to stifle your laughter. You swear you can almost feel the beginnings of a six-pack forming under your doubled-over form. When you finally manage to peek through tear-filled eyes, Glorfindel is staring at you with a look of...amazed fascination?

That's how you ended up with a clump of braided hair in your palm. You weren't exactly a valiant knight on a noble quest, but in that moment, Glorfindel made a surprisingly convincing damsel in distress, with gloriously strong hair, no less.

[mercury-waters]

writeblr intro 2.0 :)

i have done this once already but it was a long time ago so here we gooooooooooo

my name is grey, i'll be 26 soon, and have always wanted to be a novelist but for a long time now i've been doing *various other things*. well, i quit my job last week – and though i obvs can't just make a living as a writer starting today, i want to dedicate a lot more time now to writing and to working on achieving my dream.

i love mystery, especially sherlock holmes, and i love monster-hunter and cryptid stuff. i also read a lot of fantasy and i love graphic novels.

here's what i'm writing at the moment:

my (hopefully) debut novel, a murder mystery set in steampunk London amid huge social unrest in which a disabled painter, a clockwork detective, and a fiery policewoman hunt down Jack the Ripper. I've written about 10,000 words of it so far and am mainly doing little bits of writing as I plot the chapters more closely and fix pacing issues.

an episodic fiction series called Monsters In Paradise (inspired by TAZ: Amnesty) in which an undead FBI agent, a nurse, and a local crackpot defend the tiny town of Paradise, Washington from monsters and cryptids (three parts are currently out!)

The Rosewood Affair: an ACD-universe Sherlock Holmes story in which a client claims that a magician raised his wife's mother from the dead – first part out now :)

here's some other things i reblog in case you want to be moots: btvs, the adventure zone, the occasional doctor who gifset, looots of sherlock holmes, and xfiles

but my dash is super dead and devoid of Friends at the moment so yeah come hang and let's liven up this graveyard of a website :)

[deanwritings]

Night Falls: Chapter 23

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 4,238

Gif:

A/N: You lucky ducks. I had written out the rest of my story and chapter 23 was suppose to be the epilogue, but I guess after 5 years the characters have a lot to say. So here's a surprise chapter!

This is also Chapter 23 2.0 as I wrote the initial version and something about it just never felt right. Much happier with how this one turned out.

You sat in Dean's room in the quiet, just holding his hand as the two of you watched the evening's basketball game, he from his bed, and you besides him in your wheelchair.

Your heart had soared at his words. You've never had someone in awe of you before. And it made you realize, all those nights of wishing there was more to Dean's smiles, or him going out of his way to pick up your favorite chips when you'd run out, or Dean sitting closer to you every night on the couch, was exactly that. More.

Now, he didn't throw the word love out there. Not that you would want him to, but the way he had spoken about you, the sincerity and conviction in his voice, confirmed what you had started hoping for weeks ago, as you began to fall deep for the green-eyed man; Special Agent Dean Winchester, FBI, had liked you back.

It all sounded very junior high when you thought of it like that.

Do you like me? Circle "yes" or "no."

But life had been complicated the last few months, and you would take simple any day of the week now.

And you had wanted to say it back, to tell him how happy he made you and how he could comfort you in a way you had never found with someone else, but the words escaped you. You were so emotionally and physically overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, all you could do was hold his hand and sit by his side, hoping that was enough for now.

And when your nurse finally arrived to take you back, Dean stared at you with a smile.

"Promise me you'll come visit before you leave tomorrow?" His voice was barely a whisper, and you weren't sure if it was from the lack of conversation, or him not wanting to disturb the quiet around you. "Gotta make sure they're not making a mistake letting you out of here too soon," he quickly follows up with a smirk.

"Sir, yes, sir" you smile back, your voice matching his, and his eyes gleam in the dim light as the nurse wheeled you away.

After you left Dean's room, your heart full and a feeling of relief for the first time, truly, in months, you managed to sleep peacefully for a whopping twelve hours. You still felt like shit when you woke up, but the pain was already starting to subside and you took another extra, extra strength dose of Tylenol before a PT specialist came to check on you.

You weren't quite ready to put your full weight on your ankle, even with the compression boot, so he equipped you with a single crutch for your left side to help you distribute the weight. It wasn't the most graceful of movements, but you were grateful to not be in a wheelchair for the next few weeks. Though even without a wheelchair, you had no idea how you were going to get up to your third floor walkup. It was going to take you forever to hobble up those steps.

So for now, you would stay with your parents at their hotel that had an elevator and would wait to figure out life's next steps once you had some time to decompress from it all.

After your PT appointment, your parents arrived with a duffle bag in hand, filled with clean clothes to change into before your discharge.

With the help of your mother, you managed to changed into some joggers and a hoodie, though it wasn't without some bickering on how to best maneuver a hoodie with a broken clavicle. A zip up probably would have been better, which you mentioned to your mother a few times, but with gritted teeth, you eventually managed.

Once you were out of your hospital gown and steady on your feet, it was time to head out and start putting this whole ordeal behind you.

With slow steps, and your parents flanking you at both sides, ready to catch you at a moment's notice should you lose your balance as you had a few times already, you maneuver your way to the elevator banks, hitting the "^" button as your dad hits the down arrow.

"Wrong button, Y/N," Your dad eyes you from his side, probably wondering just how bad your concussion was.

"I'm actually headed upstairs to say bye to De--Agent Winchester," you catch yourself. "I'll meet you out front." You smile at your father, and he doesn't respond, just studies your face.

There wasn't much you could hide from your dad, you were so similar that your tells were his tells, but you're grateful he doesn't push the matter.

"You sure you don't need any help, Y/N?" Your mother's worried eyes stare straight into yours as you turn to her, the two of you sharing the same height.

"Mom, I survived a hit man, a mafia boss, and a kidnapping. I think I can manage navigating a hospital." You smirk and she just huffs.

"Still not funny," she mutters under her breath as the elevator up dings open. You may have thrown that joke at her a few times since she arrived and was being overly helpful as you tried to get ready to leave.

"I'll see you guys in a few minutes," you hobble inside and let the doors shut.

Once you hit post-ops, the floor is buzzing with activity; it was a Wednesday afternoon, and the hospital had a full day of surgeries booked from appendectomies to gastric bypasses, plus the emergencies that popped up.

Thankfully, most people avoid you as you as you navigate down the halls until you finally reach 539.

The door is ajar as you shuffle up, and you can hear voices floating through the crack. You recognize Dean's laugh and your chest instantly warms and you smile at the sound. The other voices don't sound familiar, and you briefly wonder if you should give he and his guests privacy, but Dean did make you promise to stop by before you left.

You knock on the door, and with your free hand, push it open wide enough to give yourself room as you take gentle steps in.

Dean smiles at you as you enter, the first true, carefree smile you've seen in him since before that night in the safe house. Standing at his bedside are a man and woman, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Look at you up and walking," Dean smirks and you scoff and shake your head.

"Hilarious." You deadpan as you shuffle to the wall closest to his bed and lean against it for support. "Do you also make fun of sick children?" You cock your head at him as you rest your crutch besides you.

"Only if they deserve it," he grins that thousand watt smile, and you just sigh and quietly ask yourself if this is truly the man who has stolen your heart.

Like you could ever deny he wasn't.

The man next to Dean clears his throat, and you take him in for the first time and your eyes go wide as your mouth drops just a bit. He's HUGE. Dean is tall, but this man looked like he could play center for the New York Knicks. Which made you realize.

"You must be Sammy," you smile at him, catching as he shoots a glance towards Dean.

"Sam Winchester, yeah." His smile returns, the same smile you've seen on his brother. You don't miss the change in his name. Guess Sammy was a family name. Not that you meant to use it like you knew him, but it was what Dean always called him when he talked about his little brother.

"And I'm guessing you're Y/N?" He asks politely, a word you would never use to describe Dean. If it weren't for the same smile, you'd hardly think they were related. Not with the flowing hair Sammy - Sam - was rocking.

You nod.

"Nice to finally meet you," his smiles genuinely, and you return it.

"And this is my fiancé, Jess," he motions to the statuesque woman next to him and your heart sinks a little.

Sam was tall for a man, and Jess was just as tall for a woman. Not in a weird way, more like a model. And she was pristinely put together in a beautiful cranberry sweater and fitted jeans over her toned legs. Her blonde hair was flawless pulled into a high pony and her face was bright and beautiful. You immediately feel embarrassed standing across from someone so elegant while you stand here in your sweats and beat up face, barely keeping yourself upright as you leaned against the wall.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but it didn't stop you from feeling any less insecure.

"Great to meet you both. Dean's told me a lot about you." You smile at them, both of them returning it.

Sam's arms falls off from around Jess and he claps his hands together.

"We'll we're about to step out for some coffee, can we get you guys anything?" Sam offers, looking between you and Dean.

"I'm all set, thank you." Sam nods.

"Sammy, grab me a donut and a large, black coffee." Dean orders and Sam's face falls.

"Dude, the doctor said no caffeine until you were CAT scans were clear." Sam groans, like they've had this conversation already.

"I can't go five days without coffee, Sam." Dean shoots, and your eyes wander between the bickering brothers as you bit back a smile. It was like watching two little kids in very grown men bodies.

"Suck it up, Dean." Sam turns to Jess and pats her on the shoulder, indicating it was time to go.

"You suck it up," Dean grumbles under his breath as you wave goodbye to the model couple.

"Cranky, much?" You raise your eyebrows once the room is empty.

"Sweetheart, beat-up Dean hour was Monday. In case you haven't noticed, I'm laid up in the hospital, some compassion would be nice." Dean crosses his arms and you scoff.

"Says the man making fun a cripple five minutes ago?" You shoot back. Dean's mouth opens for a comeback, but no words escape. You just smirk.

Point, me.

"So have you come to say goodbye or are you just here to annoy me?" Dean cocks his head at you.

"Can I say both?" Your eyebrows shoot up at him, and he dips his head with a chuckle.

A silence falls between you, and you shift your weight against the wall.

"You gonna be okay once you get out of here?" He eyes find yours again, the amusement gone this time.

"It will take a little getting use to walking around like this, but the physical therapist said I should only need the crutch for about two weeks before I can start putting more weight on the boot." You shrug and Dean frowns at you. You know that's not what he meant.

"That's not what I meant." You chuckle, predicting his words.

"I know," you say softly and look down at your feet.

You take a deep breath before finding his steady gaze. The physical stuff was easy to talk about. Easy to see. But the other stuff, that was what had you most worried.

"My doctor gave me a few resources for PTSD, as well as a some names of therapists and groups." Your free hand rubs your forehead. "It's a lot to figure out right now." You sigh. Just another thing to hash out once you finally have a chance to catch your breath from the crazy ride the last few days had been.

"Well, I'm just a phone call away if you need to talk." Dean smiles gently at you, reminding you of your late-night therapy sessions back at the safe house when the reality of your situation would become too much and you felt like the world was going to crumble from under your feet.

"I should probably get a new phone then," you smirk. You hadn't had a cellphone in two months. That would probably be a good place start once you got out of here.

"Still got my card?"

You do. It was stuffed in in your duffle, saturated with blood after being in your hoodie pocket on Monday night. Crowley had taken it with him when he took you so he knew what number to call to get Dean directly. Thankfully, the cop who collected your bloodied clothes let you keep the card rather than bagging it as evidence.

"Still got it." You half smile and Dean can see the defeat in your eyes.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself until I get out of here," Dean looks at you with concern. You shake your head.

"What do you mean until you get out of here? Last I heard, you're indefinitely suspended." You snark as you smile at him. Cas had mentioned it would likely be a few months before Dean was allowed back to work.

"Can you not be difficult for five minutes?" He sighs, though there's a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"I promise," you say earnestly and his smile grows as the two of you just stare at one another.

A calmness washes over you, and there's something inside of you that makes you feel like you'll come out of this alright. Both of you. You just hope he feels it too.

"Well, I should probably get going, my parents are probably waiting for me." You push off the wall and adjust your crutch under your arm, steadying yourself.

"I'll see you around, Agent Winchester," you give him one last look, a smile settling onto your face as you look into his green eyes, full of life and hope. A look you haven't seen on him before. It suited him, and you hoped to see more of it.

"See ya soon, Ms. Y/L/N." Dean gives you a little salute and you shake your head in a laugh as you turn and make your way back to the row of elevators, finally making your way out of the hospital and away from this nightmare one final time.

Over the next week, you stayed in a conjoining hotel room to your parents. It was less than ideal, but they were able to help you when your body failed you, and your mom was immediately by your side when you woke up screaming from the nightmares of that night.

You still never told them the full story, and it wasn't one they needed to know. So a few days after being released from the hospital, you reached out to one of the therapists your doctor recommended and was able to schedule your appointment for three days later. It was a lot of crying and anxiety, but your doctor assured you that it was normal, and the confidence in her voice made you believe that you would get through this.

During that week, your parents also helped you cancel your lease. Your apartment hadn't been home for months, and after Crowley had slithered his way in, there was no way you would ever feel comfortable there again. You had all of your belongings moved to storage, and swatted off your parents as they tried to convince you to move home.

As much as you appreciated their help, going home felt like going back on a promise you made yourself years ago. You had always wanted more than what your small, suburban hometown had to offer, and you weren't going to go back now just because of some silly mafia boss who had kidnapped you and tried to kill you and the FBI agent you had fallen for.

A few days after your release from the hospital, you got a text to your new phone from Dean, letting you know that he was finally breaking free. AKA, the doctors had cleared him and he could return home. That had you rolling your eyes.

Sam would be staying with him a few days to help him get back on his feet, and you told him you were glad to hear he was doing well.

With your parents still in town, you didn't feel like it was the right time to meet up to confess your feelings for him, so you promised to meet up with him soon, once you were a little more mobile and his doctor no longer had him taking a pharmacy's worth of meds.

Another week went by and you had found a new apartment, this one with an elevator and a doorman. You hired a moving company, and with the help of your parents, you quickly settled in. Your dad headed back home once the move was complete, and your mom stayed with you a few more days until you finally had to kick her out, insisting that now that you no longer needed the crutch, you would be okay. It took two days of convincing, but sixteen days after you were released from the hospital, you were once more on your own, settled into your new home with no idea what to do next.

You were officially on sabbatical from work, your bosses, thankfully, being very understanding and wanting you to take your time before your return to the office.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even wanted to return. It all seemed so trivial, but you figured you could unpack that with your therapist during your next session.

You were grateful for your friends that kept you company after your mom left. At least one friend visited you each night with dinner, and you filled them in on the less grizzly details of your little adventure from the last few months, though you never mentioned Dean, wanting to keep that for yourself.

All in all, you were finally settling back into a normal life, just missing the one thing you desperately wanted.

It was a Monday night as you sat on your couch, your good leg folded under you as you sipped on a glass of red wine and mindlessly watched Bravo when your doorbell rang.

Your heart immediately jumped into your chest, and you finished taking the sip of wine you had started before placing your glass onto the coffee table.

You weren't expecting anyone tonight, so there was no reason for your doorbell to be ringing. But you remind yourself that whoever it was would have had to check in the with doorman before they were allowed past the front desk. That was the whole reason you got an apartment with a doorman. No more surprises.

You push yourself out of your seat and slowly shuffle towards the door as the bell rings again.

Whoever the hell it was was certainly impatient. It wasn't like you only had one good leg to walk on or anything.

Maybe one of my friends had Doordashed me dinner. You try to easy your nerves.

It wasn't totally out of the realm of possibilities. Your friends had been stopping over with food or sending you food ever since your parents left.

As you approach the door, you lean against the wood, peeking through the peep hole to see who had decided to stop by unannounced.

You heart stops as you take in the fish-eyed image of your green-eyed agent. You push off the door, your heart rate jumping again, but this time with excitement.

It had been almost a month since you left the hospital, and you still hadn't made plans to see him.

Guess someone couldn't wait any longer.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you undo the door chain and deadbolt before opening the door wide, coming face-to-face with the freckled-faced man.

He immediately smiles as you fully appear from behind the door, and you rest against the frame, taking off some extra weight off your ankle.

"I don't recall giving you my new address," you start, cocking your head at him.

He smiles, the corners of his lips crinkling as he briefly looks down at his feet before his eyes find yours again.

"I may have called in a favor," he smiles back at you with a slight shrug. You raise your eyebrows.

Cas. Definitely Cas.

Not that he had your address, but you were sure a simple FBI search would have easily given it to him.

"And how'd you manage to get past the doorman?" Your forehead wrinkles in question. Dean purses his lips, his eyes still shining as his hand reaches into his pocket, revealing his badge.

You shake your head and tsk your tongue.

"I believe that's an abuse of power, Agent Winchester." You smirk and Dean rolls his eyes and just shakes his head.

"Well if you stopped avoiding me, maybe I wouldn't have to abuse my power." His face stays light, but his comment makes your face fall.

You hadn't been avoiding him per say. Hell, most nights you wished he was on the couch next to you, keeping you company until you fell asleep. You just hadn't been ready for this conversation yet.

After everything that happened, the two of you were battered and broken, inside and out; Dean having finally killed his the man responsible for his mother's murder, and you the witness to it all.

You wanted to give yourself time, to make sure everything you felt for Dean was real, and not just a knee-jerk response to the adrenaline. Not that you personally ever questioned it, but you had disclosed your and Dean's relationship to your therapist one session and she had mentioned "transference," where one begins to attach romantic feelings to a person in a professional, protector role.

That one had you reeling for a bit. You really had to think hard about if what you felt for Dean was only because he had been protecting you, or because what you felt for him was real.

But every night before you would fall asleep, you replayed his words over in your head. They brought you comfort and a soft smile before you fell into your nightmares. A little piece of light in the darkness of your mind. And you knew, it wasn't adrenaline, transference, or whatever the hell else someone wanted to call it.

You had fallen hook, line, and sinker for your annoying, obnoxious, agent.

"I wasn't avoiding you," you break the silence, and he just hums as he rocks on his feet.

"So are you going to invite me in or what?" His gleams at you, not bothered by your slow response.

"That depends," you shift on the doorframe. "Do you have a warrant?" This gets him to bite his lip with a laugh as he shakes his head.

"Still a pain in the ass?" He questions, taking a step closer to you, his face just mere inches away, and you swallow as you look up at him.

"Can't stop now." You lick your lips, his green eyes shining down at you.

God you had missed this. Missed him.

"But I guess I'll let you come in," your breath fans over him before you pull away, allowing him space to step inside.

You hear him sigh, not of relief, but strangled and caught in his throat. You smirk.

He puts one foot forward, but with your good arm you stop him, wrapping your fingers around his bicep, causing him to look down at you.

"Or you can wait while I tell you how much I've missed you."

Here's goes nothing.

If there was anything you learned these past few months, next week, tomorrow, or even the next hour weren't promised. You had to swallow your fear and do what you could to make the most of the time you had. With the people you had. Or wanted to have.

His eyes scan your face, and you swallow before you continue.

"I know I didn't say anything in the hospital that night, but it wasn't because I didn't want to." You take a deep breath.

"Dean, I have never met anyone more bossy or irritating than you. Or who chews like he's in a barn." Dean frowns.

"Are you planning on saying something nice?" His forehead wrinkles as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Or impatient," you add and he huffs and looks away.

"But," Your good hand leaves his arm, traveling up to cup his chin, leading his gaze back to you. "I have never met someone so dedicated or loyal to the people around him. And there's not a night that goes by that I wouldn't rather be back at the safe house, watching those stupid cowboy movies with you." You feel the muscles flex under your fingers as his eyes relax and his lips break into a grin.

"I had a feeling you hated those movies," he chuckles, his eyes refusing to look anywhere but you.

"I really fucking did."

With a quick pull, Dean's lips crash to yours as your back presses against the doorframe behind you.

It's slow and needy, the release you both had been waiting for these past few weeks, with no one to stand in the way.

No Crowley. No Zazel. No FBI.

Just you and Dean.

Chapter 24

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okay so, to have a place for consolidated information for the next little bit, since i'm sure folks have QUESTIONS given my incredibly aggressive gallows humour

MOCHI, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?? (guts edition)

if you got here via a link, follow this link instead for the latest update here's updates 1.5, 2.0, and 3.0 !

tldr ive been getting a number of recurrent small bowel obstructions located in my duodenum (first part of the small intestine, connecting the stomach to the rest of the bowel) due to external pressure on the duodenum around the 3rd to 4th (of 4) section. what's causing the pressure?? no clue actually ive done a bazillion scans and none of them have been quite clear enough for a real confident dx so i get to have surgery about it at some point in the near future

current theory is the pressure is from some sort of non-cancerous tumor mass and the plan is to cut me open nice and big, look about, and remove both this mass and the affected section of the duodenum (.5 of an organ) at a minimum, but may involve fully bipassing the duodenum when my guts get hooked back up to my stomach which could (would???) also require removing my gallbladder (1 and 2 organs respectively) (i'm having so much yanked out of my abdomen this summer jfc)

atm i'm still waiting for scheduling to give me a call to set things up. surgeon's estimate was 4-5 weeks from now (8/17 when he called). from that point i'll spend a week-ish in the hospital to make sure all hoses are firmly affixed, and then i'll have a month at a minimum before i'm reasonably healed and can go back to normal life

i have good insurance and the luck (????) of being incredibly ill at the best of times, so i've already hit my out of pocket max and thus this WHOLE THING even back dating to my first er visit end of june will cost a whopping 189$ that i've already paid. i also should qualify for my states paid medical leave and my wife will get a hefty chunk of change for living expenses via student loans. however, both those things won't hit until late september at the earliest

long term, im not expecting much of a financial burden, but short term we could use a hand with groceries and similar while we wait for my backpay and my wife's student loans

for venmo and paypal: i am @/sumomomochi for both and either is fine, though pp is labeled as a business account so pls mark f&f if you can

i also have this amazon wishlist ( https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/N1NSTH3JPCX2?ref_=wl_share ) that is like 90% meal replacement shakes and bulk shelf stable snacks, but also has a couple of other useful things like bathing wipes since i am unlikely to be able to shower well post surgery, pj pants for when it cools down (i went up a size with t because my ass and thighs got just so beefy and thus have one pair that fits rn lmao), and cat food for the penni (gotta keep my nurse well paid)

uuuh what else

like i said, i'm incredibly ill at the best of times so i am a champ at weathering this sort of stuff its nbd. "i'm sorry"s are not helpful, i'd much rather have people ask direct specific questions, either about my health status or things i'm doing to keep busy (ie "any new and fun things causing tummy issues?" or "hows your battle vest coming?" or "whats your fav line youve written this week?"). engagement and entertainment is Important to keep me from climbing the walls but i swear i will bite at straight sympathy

things ive been doing to keep me out of the er include: laying on my left side or stomach (The Digestion Position; helps get food past the squished part); eating a semi-liquid diet (hence ensure, jello, pudding, the like, though its important that i also eat solid food as much as is tolerated, which is such a delicate balance. this is why i cannot currently work); going on stupid little walks for my stupid digestive health (honestly the most important thing i can do, which im mad about, because it requires pants, but not only encourages guts to digest but also will help me not decondition, which i have already done a lot of :I)

things YOU can do to help (because i know *i* am a helper but also what is actually helpful??): financially with the above deets (no pressure); asks, comments, and other conversational interactions (i am absolutely chill with basically any kind of question and i dont mind dms if youd prefer privacy, just dont pedestal me i promise i am just A Dude); fanart for my fics (i do not care if you "cant draw" i will still love it); prompts for fandom but not necessarily fic projects (wardrobe moodboards/meta for characters, playlists/songs, smut writing how to questions, cosplay progress/plans qs, those "what was x's pov in this scene/what specifically happened between x and y in this fic?" qs andor other ask meme things idk dude i haven't been able to do shit for almost three months im booooored)

in conclusion

nurse penni says do not worry about herb patient, he is in good hands, just be sure to offer regular enrichment

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Don't Blame Me 2.0 | Sneak Peak

So here's just a little sneak peak of my re write of Don't Blame Me. I've been wanting to revisit this for a while. I will post the rest of it in one go probably on Ao3 for ease but here's just a little peak of some of the extended stuff I'm doing. This is probably chapter 1 or 2. I haven't decided the order yet. It is 100% new material and I hope it gives a good example of what the rest of the re write is gonna be. Hope you enjoy 💕

Word Count: 2k

Nina stared up at the ceiling. It was ugly. Grayish plaster smeared across to form a minuscule mountain range. She was angry at them with their manmade topography. She wanted to climb up and scrape them smooth. She wanted to destroy something without consequence. 

The bed in the safe house was too hard and the covers were too thin. Made it impossible to sleep and yet she’d spent the past three days laying in it. She missed the warm comfort of her old bed, layers of wool blankets and a fluffy down mattress. She missed the feathers that poked her in the middle of the night. 

Kyle, sat guard by the door - rifle in hand. The curtains always drawn close. She’d long lost track of time, only gauging when offered food. Shopping bags laid scattered across the floor. Price had bought clothes, guessing her size and getting it wrong most of the time. She’d finally asked for something warm and big. 

He’d come back with a large navy sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. They were nice and soft and the sweatshirt was large enough she could tuck her knees inside of it and pull her hands into the sleeves. A small comfort. 

She didn’t like it here but she wasn’t given a choice. Hunted like an animal across countries and continents. All because of her father. Some people may be attached together with red string but he was the rope around her neck. 

The house somehow felt more sterile than the hospital they had her at initially. She didn’t like it there either with doctors and nurses constantly prodding her. Taking blood for various tests, physical exams where she was expected to strip for strangers. Their hands were always cold. 

A week ago she hadn’t even seen another person in years and now she didn’t think any part of her had gone untouched. She’d fought and screamed every time they pulled another needle out. They’d had to sedate her after she kicked a nurse in the shoulder and almost knocked her over. Price stepped in at that point and refused to let them do any more tests or exams until she’d relaxed. She never got the chance.

She woke up to a man forcing his way into the room. Kyle dragged her out of bed and into a corner, ripping an IV out of her arm. Price had met the man at the threshold. The intruder got one good hit in before Price slammed his head into the door. 

Her stomach flipped, hearing his skull crack. Death wasn’t an unfamiliar face but she ached having seen him so often recently. How many just in the past week? She’d lost count. Blood dripped down the door, like a bug that got squished. 

Kyle was holding her arm, bandaging where the IV got ripped out.

“We’re moving her.” Price said. “Now!”

Kyle scooped her up easily, carrying her bridal style, down the halls and stairs of the hospital. 

“Kate, I need a safe house.” Price barked into a radio. Nina clung to Kyle, letting herself get carried away once again. It had been futile to fight previously so she allowed it now. She also didn’t want to complain about not walking across the parking deck barefoot. 

Price drove while Kyle sat in the back, having her lay down on the seats next to him. She stayed quiet, she was good at that. Quiet and surviving. They drove what felt like hours around London in order to lose any possible tails. Eventually Price pulled into an underground parking deck and they switched cars. 

The Russian was driving this time, she believed his name was Nik. A large white utility van. She sat with her back against the side. Her feet were cold. Kyle and Price flanked her. She felt like she should be wearing a black bag over her head. 

It was dark when they got to the safe house. A coat was thrown over her head and she was kept bent over as they led her inside. Lights off until the blinds could be pulled shut. 

“You should be safe here. Kyle will keep watch over ya,” Price assured, holding her shoulders. She was older than he was when they last saw each other. A stranger but the only person on Earth who seemed to remember her name.  A friend of her father’s, his sergeant. He’d stop by their on base house often enough to be a familiar face. He got her a birthday gift once or twice. He’d had dinner with her family. She felt ashamed to say she hadn’t thought about him in years yet there he was at the edge of the world to hold her on the helicopter ride home. “How are you feeling Nina?”

“I’m okay.” What else was there to say? It felt like the ground was constantly collapsing under her and she was treading ice water. “I’m tired.”

“Let’s get the bedroom set up for you.” He rubbed her back as he led her upstairs. She waited in the hall as he checked over the room and pulled the blinds shut. She was glad they left her alone to sleep, even if one of them was always outside the cracked open door. She’d barely left the bed since. Kyle had moved a chair in at one point.

“Just keeping you company.” He smiled. She imagined the true reason was so he could stop her if she tried to kill herself. There was a reason she had to ask for any pain medication, there were no knives in the kitchen and the sweatpants came without strings. Truthfully she didn’t have the motivation for all that. 

She thought about taking another shower or maybe a bath. Hot water on demand was another comfort. Something she’d missed. 

She got up wordlessly and walked into the ensuite bathroom. Bottles, jars and tubes also scattered across the counter. Kyle had explained what it all did. Moisturiser, cleanser, masks and other words she didn’t remember. She slathered it all on anyway. It did make her skin feel less tight. If it made a physical difference, she wouldn’t know. The mirror was gone. 

Kyle had taken it off the wall the day before. She’d needed his help turning on the water. Her reflection frightened her. She knew she was older, a woman of twenty five. She still expected to see a little girl staring back at her. In a way there was, how small she looked. How starved she looked. She didn’t like her skin or hair or her face at all really. Price had remarked how much she looked like her mother. She couldn’t even hold her face in her mind. She knew that she never looked sick like this. As tattered and forgotten. 

She’d hung a towel over the edges of the mirror. Kyle took it down and she put it back up. He seemed to understand and it was laid in the hallway facing the wall the next morning. 

She filled the tub with steaming water and squirted some soap into it. She wasn’t allowed to lock the door so she left it cracked to let the steam out. She sunk down till her nose barely scraped the water’s edge. She soaked until the bubbles all popped and disappeared and her skin was pruned. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“The captain is going to be back soon with food,” Kyle broke the hours-long silence. He was extraordinarily kind to her despite having not said more than a couple words to him over the past days. “He asked if there’s anything else you want or need.”

“I’m okay,” she said. She didn’t know what she needed or wanted. Everything seemed like a distant dream, half real. She thought about the things she ate as a child and wondered what was real and what was some elaborate coping daydream. It all just seemed out of her grasp. 

“…Nina?” He asked. It still felt weird to hear people say her name aloud. It was something she had kept like a secret for so long. “Do you like cake?”

She could hear the smile in his voice. She didn’t remember the last time she had cake. Her 11th birthday maybe. 

“I can have Price pick some up for you. I’d say you deserve it.”

“I’d like that…thank you, Kyle.”

“I’ll text him.”

Price arrived a little less than an hour later. She was back in bed, wearing the same sweatshirt and pants. Kyle had shown her how to work the telly. There was nothing familiar on. 

Price had given up on getting her to eat anywhere but her bed, bringing up the food with a tray. 

“Thank you,” She said as he laid a plate of lamb, rice and veggies in front of her. The three of them ate in silence as she periodically flipped through the channels on the telly. 

“What day is it?” she asked as another holiday ad came on. 

“December sixteenth,” Kyle answered around a bite of lamb. 

She didn’t realise Christmas was so close. She changed the channel again, wanting to avoid any possibility of raising hope. 

“Gaz, take the dishes downstairs. I need to talk to Nina.” Price said as they finished eating. She thanked Kyle as he took her plate and pulled her knees to her chest. 

Price had a serious look on his face, more serious than usual. 

“We have to move you again.” He said. She nodded, chewing on the idea of having to leave again.

“Why?”

“My contact in M16 believes there’s a leak and you’re at risk again. They shouldn’t have known what hospital you were in.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “These men are dangerous, Nina. They believe you know where your father is.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you don’t, love. We’re working on tracking them down but until we do you need to be kept safe. You’re going to the United States tomorrow afternoon.”

“The United States? Why all the way there?”

“It’ll be easier to hide you. You’ll be under cover, new name, travelling with one of my mine.”

“Kyle?”

“No, unfortunately I need him here.”

“Then who?” She wasn’t sure if she trusted anyone else. She wasn’t even sure if she could trust Price. 

“His name is John.”

“Your name is John.”

“Different John.” He chuckled. “MacTavish. A scot. He’ll look after you.” He patted her shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Price?”

“Yes, love?”

“Will I ever be safe?”

He laid his hands on her shoulders and got eye level with her. 

“I will make you safe.” He said firmly, like he believed it to be true. “Try to get some sleep. Lots to brief on tomorrow.”

The idea of having to move again twisted her stomach. More helicopters? More high speed chases down mountain roads? More bullets whizzing by? Her hands were shaking already. She pulled her arms into her sweatshirt and scratched at them. Every red line was a release of tension in her body. Another strange man who’s side she would be tucked into. She knew Price wouldn’t put her with someone who would hurt her, at least not knowingly. 

There was a knock on the door.

“Nina? Can I come in?” Kyle asked. 

“Uh…yeah…you can.” She pushed her arms back through her sleeves. He was smiling as he came in. A pastry box and fork in hand. 

“Price says you need protein but cake has eggs so I think it counts.” He handed her the box. She laid it in her lap and opened it. It was a small chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and cadbury flakes on top. Her mouth watered. She wanted to feel the sugar grit against her teeth. 

“Thank you, Kyle.” She said, holding the box close. There was a time when she was younger and she used to close her eyes and imagine a great big party with cake and balloons and streamers and friends and her family. She held onto that fantasy for a long time. She hoped the cake tasted as good as it did in her head. 

“Eat it all if you want but don’t get sick, yeah?” He handed her the fork before going to leave. “Soap’s a decent bloke. He’ll take care of you.”

What a stupid nickname, she thought as she stabbed her fork into the centre of the cake and dug out a chunk. 

It was better than she imagined. 

I would also like to shout out some of the people who've supported this story over the past year. There are more than I could ever list (I'm adding as I remember usernames) but thank you all so much

@macravishedbymactavish @queen-ilmaree @argella1300 @purplemarmar @devcica @avidreadee123 @water-bearz @glitterypirateduck @murdersheghostwrote @sea--biscuit @coolmaybelateruniverse @pssytrux @mykneeshurt @yearningforsappho @celestiialspheres @fleetwoodmoth

I appreciate more than y'all could ever know 💕

[theforesteldritch]

It seems I’m just a medical oddity I fear. Beyond even the obvious (having a rare genetic intersex condition) many unrelated things have come up:

Reacting weird to general anesthesia: makes me extra loopy and takes forever to get out of my system, when I was in for surgery it took two and half times as long as expected for me to recover enough from it to go home. Apparently we ran into the nurse that checked me in (his name was Leif which I remember for some reason) in the halls when they were wheeling my bed from regular surgical recovery ward to the extended recovery ward (because like I said. Taking forever to recover) and he was surprised I was still there. He was great though, not like the pre-screening nurse that came in later that asked if I could be pregnant. Before a surgery to take a biopsy of my gonads/testes. The answer is I’d have to be the Virgin Mary 2.0: now intersex! To be pregnant btw I don’t even have a uterus. anyway that’s kind of off topic so moving on

For some reason I’m stupidly sensitive to opioids. They gave me a small dose of hydromorphone through my IV after my surgery for pain and not only was it Very Effective they had to give me the nose oxygen thing (I may not remember much from that being loopy on drugs and all but I remember it tickled my nose) because it slowed my breathing and heart rate down, not enough for it to be an emergency but enough to say ‘we probably want to avoid this if possible’. Later, when I was getting my wisdom teeth out, they decided to not put me under general anesthesia because of my earlier mentioned issues with it, so they used something plus fentanyl to sedate me for it. Because they were kind of expecting my sensitivity to opioids they started with the literal lowest possible dose to have an effect, still expecting they might have to increase it a bit. They did not at all, I was out like right away and was Very high after.

I’ve had issues for a few years now about feeling incredibly nauseous and lightheaded and like I almost am going to throw up or faint with very intense cardio. This isn’t an issue with like not being used to it or whatever, I’m still very active and when it started, I was doing both hockey and soccer 2 times a week each, so it’s not deconditioning or anything. I also sometimes pass out or come close to it when standing up especially in the heat, and once straight up randomly passed out unexplained with a full on textbook vasovagal response. However despite having a few tests run and jussst being under the criteria for POTS and having heart tests nothing turned up so despite this affecting me and me wanting to at least know what it is so I can better manage it if not make it better nothing has turned up so every doctor and even my parents have pretty much decided to just give up. Ugh.

[mitamicah]

Holy Jere I almost got a heartattack (figure of speech) 😱

So you all heard me getting approved for hrt yesterday?

Well, I was told that I now would have two appointments to look forward to one being with a nurse and one with a doctor. Both would be send to me asap.

Having been in this game for almost a year now I have gotten used to things taking at least a week so seeing both appointment arriving today was a surprise - the first is already next wednesday aka tavastia 2.0 day aka september 20

Here's the catch: it is the appointment with the nurse so I have to have my blood tested first. Yet trying to book an appointment myself turned out to be litterally impossible since everywhere I went the first available time was in october

I saw my whole plan go down the drain in this moment so I called up the gender clinic to hopefully get a new nurse appointment. Well fools on me since the nurse could book me a blood test tomorrow 🤣😅

Here's the important dates then;

September 13 - blood test at 11.10 am

September 20 - nurse appointment at 12.30 PM

November 22 - doctor appointment at 10 am

[sharkneto]

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @assaily! <3

Rules: Post the names of all your works in your WIP folder. Let people send you asks based on those titles and any that especially intrigues them, and then respond to them. Lastly, tag as many people as WIPs you have.

Oh man, I am... not going to post all my WIPs. There are Too Many Of Them. Also now you get to see my great file naming method.

5 2 (Joining Together, we don't have a lot of this one left, but if you've got questions about the last mad dash that's left, here you are)

5 30/5 scrambled (Number vs Apocalypse week, there's a fun part where he brains himself on time)

5 Allison Post S3 (the Five and Allison talk post S3, snips have been shared before HERE and HERE and HERE)

5 amanda and old five (a fun little nothing that idk will ever go anywhere but time travel shenanigans so Amanda gets to meet Old Five while he's on a mission)

5 apocalypse 2.0 (long neglected final part of 'not alone' series - the long fic of Five vs the apocalypse anniversary. he handles it super normally)

5 delores (started as an exploration of Five and Delores' relationship, is now just a fic about Five's time in the apocalypse. like 30k words and still in the first year)

5 Rob 1, 2, 3, 4... (all the 5 Rob fics are different therapy talks between Umbrella Universe Rob and our Five post HIT, snips from these have been shared before)

Rob and Sarah (un-labeled and Christmas - unlabeled is about them getting together in their graduate/medical school days, a snip has been shared of this, and Christmas is Sarah vs Rob's entire family over for Christmas days before the start of HIT)

AND for non-TUA : Untitled Malevolent fic - pre-Arthur and John getting to NYC, post-train; they run into a kindly nurse who puts them up for a night and helps put Arthur back together a little. This entire purpose of this is I need an outside POV on what the fuck Arthur and John have going on

I am... not going to tag that many people. If you would like to participate, this is officially me tagging you :)

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday! It’s a very big day pascal!!!

(hint… that has nothing to do with l&o… im sorry for what im about to become…)

Okay, mothership. Let’s see how this starts out.

Okay… so… hear me out… our vic is recently out of jail, sure they were exonerated, BUT I guarantee you the parents/family of that little girl don’t fully believe it and they just became your prime suspects. (and if they don’t even question them in this ep I will be disappointed in them…)

Yeah I really like this new DA.

“ONLY TWO TRIALS IVE EVER LOST” ???!! JESUS FUCK he’s *good*

Ooooo and now there’s $10 million dollars involved. The plot thickens…

I think I say it every week, but I LOVE KATE

I know this bald guy from somewhere but I can’t remember where. OH!! IS IT NURSE JACKIE?! I think it’s from there.

That blue suit shaw’s got on is FIIINE.

You know… I think what I disliked the most about the OG l&o was cosgrove, mccoy and Nolan. Now two of those are gone and I’m actually enjoying the show more LOL.

Why is the courtroom backwards?

Very likely unpopular opinion: I think carisi would fit in really well on this show. We should replace Nolan with him, actually get him some screen time and court room scenes considering svu never lets him be a lawyer anymore (I know we’re getting some tonight but still. I’m salty with how few court scenes we’ve gotten since covid)

SAM IN THE GREEN PANT SUIT!!!! YES!! GIRL!!

Ooooo what a plot twist!! Yaass!

Okay… I might skip TO, we’ll see if it hooks me in the intro or not

It did not suck me in. the end.

SVU here we go!

Ooooooooo a JURY deliberating?!?! We’ve never gotten to see this before!! I think this would be a super neat thing to see more often!

Ohhhh fuuuuuccckkk me. Velasco in the leather jacket and on his bike. FUCK. I literally let out an audible groan and dropped the apple slice I was eating. FUCK. I am down bad for him rn.

Who’s kid is that with fin?

TERRY NAKED IN BED WITH A LADY!!! TERRY NAKED IN BED!!

Listen this like, 10 seconds of personal life is all I need on a regular basis.

Okay he’s found guilt but im assuming that the girl they “peer pressured” into it is gonna come back to bite them in the ass

There’s gotta be some weird ass connection here, OR it’s a Bronwyn 2.0 situation. The way she looked at him? Ugh.

Im over the two new girls on the squad. Over it. I don’t like either of them.

Ah.. yes.. here we go. fuck this shit.

“you’re the one who wrote the bau profile” ….they’re literally trying to be criminal minds now. They DO realize that criminal minds is currently airing right? And that they’re not directly competing with each other, right? Like…cm is on streaming, they’re on cable, and they’re on different days/time slots. Stop with all this profiling shit and stick to just the nypd detective shit. That’s WHY we watch the show and what we come for…

Welp. Adding new charges is certainly a way to go rn. BUT now the defence can come back and say that they’re making shit up just to bring a new case to convict.

I know (assume lol) that it’s the same actress but the three “versions” of Maddie look nothing alike to me. Like, that is not the same girl lol.

I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT WHO TERRY WAS IN BED WITH. One night stand? Gf? Casual dating? Fwb? WHOOOMST

“why didn’t you tell anyone this before?” coming from CURRY is EXACTLY why it should’ve been another SVU detective in that room, they know how to act, how to encourage victims to open up. (I get that maybe the thought behind it was that she’s a woman vs the rest of the men, but still).

HAHAH not carisi calling out the other boys for being divorced when they’re giving him shit about marriage troubles. I love him.

Ohhhh gooodddddddd no. not repping himself… fuck.

Okay…either this guy is dumb AF, or he’s playing dumb. Like the comment in chambers all “where do I sit? I’m Canada, I don’t know how the law works down here” and now he’s getting cocky and repping himself? Like yeah, I lowkey get it, Im Canadian and know more about laws in nyc than up here but I’m sure this man wasn’t out writing fanfic while kidnapping girls lol. Like, does he ACTUALLY know enough to accurately rep himself? Probs not. Like that’s fucking dumb. Carisi should be able to get him on so many technicalities and make him look like an idiot/rile him up enough to explode.

Also highkey worried about benson on the stand. She’s already so wound up it might not take long for her to burst. AND considering the jump scare that was William lewis last week, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still on her mind and a perp grilling her on the stand is gonna give her flashbacks of that trial and we all know how that went….

How tf  did he get a MILLION dollars?!

“carisi’s right, that monster needs eyes on him” YEAH DUH. THAT’S YOUR FUCKING JOB OLIVIA! Get yourself/your team on it!

What do you mean you’ve NEVER BEEN ON A STAKEOUT BEFORE?!? Curr’s an iab captain, I’m SURE she had to start as a beat cop… cmon.. that’s lazy writing.

Okay, but madi’s mom isn’t texting the perp to actually sleep with him, she’s doing it to get under his skin, right? Or like, to seduce him and she’s going haywire to kill him, right?

This guy is SO gross.

How is he SO good in a courtroom???

I thought amanda was in this episode?

Yup. Called it.

Velasco could shoot me any day. Sir. Please. I am begging.

“and now fin I want you to leave” girl. What. You’re going so fucking rogue and im so here for it LOL.

Okay, im just now remembering the description of the ep that amanda’s in, I was confused lol

Okay, that ep was good. Lets see how OC does next

Wait… I wasn’t paying attention, was that the MIA cop? Sam? Cause if so… fuck…

Ok, judging by these flashbacks, yes.. god his poor wife.

Elliot.. youre talking like a cop. How long have you been doing this? You know better.

The pacing of these episodes is too slow, it’s getting boring. It’s too much of stabler UC and not enough of actual police work/in the office. Its losing my attention FAST.

Like.. I watch this show for the cast as a whole and when we get arcs like this it turns into the Elliot stabler show and im not here for that. Throwing Ayanna UC for the meeting was a great addition but now we’re back to the stabler show and I’m scrolling my phone not paying attention.

Also… OC always fucks up and doesn’t have subtitles on it and that makes me lose interest cause I just simply cant watch shit without subtitles lol

Man I really fucking feel for sam’s(?) wife. This is heartbreaking. Ayanna & jet both with the single fucking tear? PLEASE. I’m literally crying.

Okay, stabler’s older(?) brother? Was he once a cop too? Or is he just playing cop rn? Is he gonna get himself killed??

This man needs therapy. Period.

“im no cop…”

“relax. I’m atf.” YAS lol.

“youd be surprised” “maybe I wouldn’t” yeah…none of us would. Stabler’s always in trouble.

Well THAT’S SUSPICIOUS

Man, we all knew this was coming, like the foreshadowing (for us as viewers) was SO obvious, but this still suuuuper complicates everything, ESP with joe being MIA.

Okay. That’s all. law and order day is officially over and the rest of the weekend is all about taylor swift. I’m not sorry. T-minus one hour!!!