#reminds me of when i was at a pharmacy and the lady told me i could sign up for the mothers day gift basket

[studioboner]

talking about death to someone else whos also experienced loss or multiple loses is always so much different than talking to ppl who havent lost anyone yet

[mahiiimahiiii]

its here!!!

An:/ will I ever finish a fic that I start? We will never know. Trying to keep this short and saucy. Maybe it will become a series…? Modern au Baldur’s gate, this is bisexual cat dad gale I mentioned earlier this week, feedback would be appreciated. (first time writing gale woohooo!!)

Tdlr: you thought that I was feelin’ you? Nah that rizzard’s a munch.

word count: around 4k

(this will have a named durge :9, her name is wynne and I post her often, but shes a brown drow with shoulder length curly hair and heterochromia due to her glass eye.)

Cw: cunnilingus, light consciousness, sleepy sex, breakfast in bed? More like breakfast and headdd. Possessiveness, previous substance usage, previously established relationship, durge is mentally illest, slight cervix brusing, hurt and comfort, biting/claiming, we must take it easy so gale doesn’t blow up.

Smothered in a deck of pillows you laid at the prodigal wizard’s bedside, a career you thought merely extinct in the modern era. A purveyor and ever the pioneer he was- integrating his magic into online technology, now consulting other businesses on its integration; Gale Dekarios was always ahead of the curve.

You didn’t think of him a fan of minimalism, his rooms each eggshell white with delicate paintings in dark oak frames. The only things maximalist was his collection of ancient tomes lining the walls of his cozy apartment, a certain fire hazard for one too prone to burning things.

He had worried, inviting you into his home. At one point you had invited him to stay at your home, a shabby apartment in disarray nestled in the lower city of Baldur’s gate- the political district. You hadn’t taken your meds in months, too busy to fill out a prescription- you snapped. It was terrifying and beautiful all together.

He called the pharmacy after that, setting alarms and reminders in your phone to take them. You had slept soundly with a little coaxing, your face softened into peaceful smile, surrounded by sensory items galore. He kissed you when you woke up and cried and apologized for your behavior. Your lips were salty from tears, but that made them sweeter.

He told you not to apologize, he promised he would take care of you.

“It’s rotten work” you had cried, and he laughed.

Not to me. Not if it’s you.

That was the first time your lips uttered an “I love you.” His heart sang- he gushed to tara when he got home afterwards, plucking out stacks of classical romance.

He had much he wanted to share with you.  How he admired you.

He had told you as much.

His bedroom now, had touches of your presence. A couple of sweaters hung in his closet, perfume and soaps on his counter, meds, cup of water, and eyedrops on his bedside table. The door creaked open revealing the multi-colored tressym, the lady of the house, Tara. She chirped in acknowledgement before hopping onto the bed, noises from outside the door got a bit louder. The smell of coffee wafted in, notes of vanilla and cinnamon hit the air.

Tara began to purr loudly, nestled in the cleave of your thighs; she nipped at the hand closest to her. “Have you taken your meds yet?” she inquired, her voice was stern and motherly.

“jus’ gonna’ now.” Your voice slurred, the sleep obvious from your voice. You groped for the pill bottle, holding the tab down and twisting off the lid. You pulled out one and a half tabs, washing them down with water. you grabbed the eyedrop bottle, filled with a tonic gale made for you, compatible for a magic eye. You laid back, dropping the liquid into your eyes and rolling it around in the socket.

Your vision opens as you rub at your eyes, adjusting to sit up in bed. You combed a hand through your hair, knots popping through your anxiety ridden strokes.

“Was your sleep alright dear? You look rather vexed.” Tara was busy grooming, but kind enough to check in with you.

You laughed softly “vexation is a constant state of my life, but I appreciate the thought. Yes, it was fine, thank you. Just distant thoughts about previous me’s.” you rubbed your eyes again, “have you seen our wonderful gale?”

She tutted, stretching out over your legs and flopping to the side “he has requested you stay in bed. But- he is busy as a bee, as always. She began to purr again, rubbing her nose against the sheets. “Consider me your roadblock from getting up.”

You sank back into the pillows staring at the swirling texture of the ceiling. It was stuck with small glow stars that never got charged. Near the head of the bed was a small planetary mobile, little bells sang out from the room’s small fan. Gale likes his white noise.

A rap at the door broke you from your thoughts. Gale’s curious eyes peered over the door, crinkling as he broke into a smile. “Good morning my star, I hadn’t realize you had woken up already.” He wore a loose crew neck shirt, embroidered with flowers at the hems, his pants a taught cotton blend- ones he would call cozy dress pants, and ones you’ve seen him fallen asleep in. his hair was tied half up half down in a spikey bun, strands of steel grey hair glowed with he light of the sun. He held a mug in his hand, one of his kitsch collections. “I got a dig bick” it read.

He set it on the nightstand, caging you in for a sweet kiss. His thumb stroked the outline of your chin mindlessly, savoring the warm way his chest tightened at your tired and happy eyes. He tasted of caramel coffee and apple slices. He pulled away from your grasp, slightly breathless.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have come checked in on you sooner. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. You could compete for the most beautiful creature in the heavens.”

“Certainly not compete- I am the most beautiful creature.”

He chortled heartily, kissing your lips gently once more. “You don’t know how right you are, my love.”  Gale absentmindedly drew patterns onto your skin, his gaze gentle, yet longing. “Rest a bit more- I have some surprises planned.” With a kiss to your brow he pulled away, your skin felt flush with warmth.

You settled into your pillows, cupping the mug gingerly. You took a few sips. Brown sugar, ¼ milk and ¾ coffee. He always noticed the small details; it was comforting on your tongue. A small sigh of delight escaped your lips. For what good you did to deserve this- you don’t exactly know. Perhaps the gods favored you somewhat to be blessed with such a partner like gale. 

The humming resumed from the kitchen, a hiss and a gentle swear as you heard the oven door click shut. Then the tap ran as he sighed out. He snacked on something as he gathered dishes, a bowl set to the floor, Taras’s breakfast. She stretched against your leg’s wings flapping out, and tail flicking idly. She chirps a couple of times before hopping off the bed.

The gentle music of plates approached your door, along with your beloved wizard, tray in hand.

“ta daaah!!” he lifted the tray in a slight ‘come see’ gesture. You took another deep sip of coffee before setting the mug down.

“Gale- you really didn’t have too.” A slight pout formed on your lips, setting the mug aside you placed your hands in your lap.

“Nonsense. It gives me great joy to make your life easier.” He paused, setting the tray down on the small desk in the corner. “It frustrates me, occasionally- that you wouldn’t deem yourself worthy of that sort of love, that sort of worship.” He crawls towards you on the bed, his tossed hair and neat beard framing his chin and cheeks. “I adore you.” He gently cupped your cheek, straddling your settled legs. “Let me worship you in the way I was made too”

Selune take the wheel, how your heart fluttered at his honeyed words! You tilted your head squinting slightly, processing in a way you only knew how to. “This may seem impulsive, or the urges doing the talking but forgive me. Worship me with sinew, carrion, and pools of warm blood…?”

He chucked gently, tilting your head up slightly. “Less bloody, though it can be dependent on your moon sickness.” He was gentle and patient, only activating at your confirmation. His gaze soft on yours, deep and inviting. “Let me know, I will only do so at your words.”

His breath smelled like cinnamon and caramel, skin scented like warm patchouli and rose. He kissed the insides of your wrists, your knuckles, and tips of your fingers.

“Yes, id like that.” The words were out of your mouth before you’d known it. Warm lips met your skin, kissing his way down your arm, his lashes brushed against you with every kiss. Warm pride surged through your belly, you were his, and he was yours.

You grasped at the back of his head, pulling him into your embrace. Gales legs shifted under yours, bending at the knee to allow you to rest your legs around his waist. He braced a hand behind your head, careful about dropping his head on yours. Your lips moved sloppily, he still kissed like an awkward teen- which ultimately you found endearing. His stubble brushed against your skin. one of hands cupping your jaw, he separated slightly breathless. “Sorry, orb. It’s getting a little tight in my chest. Mind if I…take it a bit slower?”

“You needn’t apologize my love.” You ran a finger against his bottom lip, “I’m always willing to go slow. Your company is something to be savored.”

“I was hoping id be more sweet.” He giggles at his own bad joke, lips returning to yours. He hummed into the kiss, the wizard’s tongue ran over your teeth gingerly, asking for entrance. You obliged parting your mouth slightly, he tilted his face his nose brushing against yours. You ran your tongue against the ridges in his mouth, he let out a low groan his tongue retreating into his. Gale’s breath was wonderfully heated.

“You are quite delicious my dear.”  He grinned shifting his weight to move about. “I would like to- taste you a bit more if that’s alright.”

“oho!” you grin twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Shall I be finding out about your most practiced tongue this morning?”

“The very same” he beamed, crinkles forming around his eyes, he bends down kissing the column of your neck, his teeth gently grazing and nipping at the skin. “That is- if you’d like.”

You gave him a quiet nod, a little nervous to fully admit what you’d like. His lips trailed further down over your night shirt, his hands found the edge of the hem, gingerly pulling up his eyes flickered back to you again to check in.

you nodded once more.

The blissful sting of his teeth at your sides, he favored biting you around your hips and waist, a gentlemanly move and to lay proof of claim. Bites upon the neck were simply too gouache for him. You could feel the squeeze of your walls as he kissed his way back down your sternum, lips soft as ever he was a tease. You sighed when he made his way back to your thighs planting a kiss on each of them. He adjusted so he was under the covers, the top of his head tenting the blanket. His eyes claimed yours again, a swirling of questions in his deep brown eyes. You smiled, his gaze then relaxed and lowered.

He ran his tongue on the outline of slick in your underwear, electing a low whine from you. He smiled, hooking his fingers into your rubber band and kissing your skin as it was revealed. His glasses slid down his nose, the lenses fogging up from his breath. He pulled off the garment, a groan rumbling through his chest.

“By the weave… you are absolutely stunning.” His padded fingers grazed against your cunt, sweeping the juices onto his digits. He sucked at his fingers; eyes clamped shut to savor your taste. He exhaled, lips forming a delicious pout.

“You taste of the finest ambrosia…” his voice was soft, almost bashful. “I am blessed to be continuously surprised by the joys of the mortal realm.” His hands found the side of your thighs, hair fanning in front of his face. You reached out brushing it behind his ear, carefully running a hand through his hair, gripping the back of his head. The tip of his tongue traced shallow outlines around your clit, hot velvety breath layered against your thighs. He began to kitten lick up your sex, soft sighs of delight as he tasted you. He hovered over your clit, mouth latching onto the sensitive bud, his eyes caught yours again, the corners crinkling in delight at your slightly disheveled state. Breath catching in your throat, hand on his head, and heel of your foot braced against his back. The sunlight made your skin glow, eyes dark and pupils blown. Silver hair danced along your cheeks, perhaps this is what the visage of an angel looked like.

He swirled his tongue around you, mindful of suction and teeth. Using a hand to push up his glasses, glancing up occasionally. He let go of your clit, listening to the rush of air from your lungs. He muttered an incantation under his breath.

You watched as he worked, his strong nose pushed against your clit, his thick tongue dipping into your core. His hands cupped your hips and ass like he hasn’t eaten in a week, letting out a soft groan as he rutted against the mattress. Then you felt it, a cool touch on your inner thigh as he came up to breathe. His beard was stained with you, a signal to your arousal. You shivered under his gaze; the cool grasp felt wonderful against your puffy clit. It trailed down to your folds, gently prodding at your entrance. You groaned at the intrusion, cool invisible digits spearing your insides.

“Mage hand” the prodigy hummed, kissing the sides of your chin, fingers idly rubbing shapes into your clit. You groaned into his mouth as he peppered kisses onto your lips, his hands left your clit to pull off his shirt and pants, an obvious tent present in his boxers. He took off his glasses and untied his bun, his hair falling against his shoulders. It had gotten a bit longer, just dusting over his shoulders. Your lashes fluttered as the digits curled inside of you, stretching you gently.

“You are a work of art, my love.” He palmed his crotch, fingertips tracing against the swell of your breast. The hand works in tandem with his; slow tantalizing pumps against your inner walls. You squeezed down against the phantom feeling, the wizard sighing with delight. He kissed down your skin again, mouth back against your clit working to free you of the taught knot in the base of your stomach. One hand balanced on your hip the other under his waistband tugging at his shaft. Gasps escaped your lips, as you melted into his hands. He seemed smug and utterly pleased when his eyes met yours again.

The stimulation against your walls faded, a whine ripping though your lips. He gently shushed you, crawling back up your body, kissing every freckle or mole he came across.

“Now, my love, are you ready for me?” his words ached in the right places, dripping with arousal and tinged with need. He clumsily slid out of his boxers, tossing them somewhere in the room. His body has softened from time sat still, less definition from his college days and a soft slope of a belly coated in a fuzzy happy trail. He was slim- certainly, but he wasn’t fit either- Being cared for has that effect on people.  You slid a hand down his hip, squeezing his muscular thigh on its way down back to your side. His hips canted slightly under your light touch, biting his inner cheek. “Oh, the things you do to me, my star, my precious little love.” His words flushed as pink as his cheeks.

“I’m so glad only I get to view you like this, your beauty- in the most natural state- forgive me a moment- I must- “he let out a shuddering exhale, catching his breath. “Ah. Can’t speak much when focus goes somewhere else” his eyes were apologetic.

“Would you prefer…being on bottom?” your concern evident from your voice.

“That would be wise.” He shifted to the center of the bed amongst the clouds of pillows, his hair settling haphazardly as its own halo.

You ran a hand down his chest, admiring your lovers’ body. Your hand cupped his hip as you clambered over him. His knees knocking together as you used them as leverage onto him. Gently you tested him against your entrance, beads of pre-cum welling from his slit. Every muscle of the man beneath you tensed in anticipation. Your hips shook slightly at the awkwardness of the position, head of his member broaching your folds. The insides of you felt plush and velveteen, as you took him inside of you, the most pathetic sound ripped its way from your throat, hanging in the air. Your toes twitched, a sigh shared in tandem at the hilt, one hand over his quick heart.

The outlines of the dark round tattoo glowed faintly, he spasmed underneath you, thighs tensing and untensing. This felt sweeter than any sex before it, each time you burned anew for him. Each ridge upon him your body memorized, cream and pink his skin ran. You kissed his adams apple as it bobbed, his breath ragged from adjusting.  He screwed his eyes shut; face crinkled like crepe paper. You cupped his chest, testing a roll. It stung beautifully against your walls; warmth flooded your sides as you clenched down on him. His hands found your sides, pinching and cupping your ass, gentle to assist your bounces. He exhaled again muttering several incantations, cool slow buzzing ran over your clit.

“Oh, my love- how immaculate you look- “he sighed pushing up onto his toes, cementing you further onto him. His thighs wobbled as he speared you, aching to get every inch of himself into you. The head of his cock pulsed against your cervix, finding spongy spots within you. Your brain bubbled, cheeks flushed and radiating heat, a slight ring to your ears.

He stared at you with eyes you could never get tired of, pools of honey browns devouring your figure. Every flash of your image- ingrained into his memory.

He pulled you onto him, lips too quick to clamp down on yours. Your breath vanished between his teeth, nipping at your lower lips. His thrusts were desperate, earning a few moans from your lips. He captured them in return, his lips greedy for your sound. Your legs wormed around his, toe to toe. He set a bruising pace; his tip gently nestled against your cervix. You clamped and fluttered around him, cupping his chin and hand clamped in his hair.

He gasped for air, lips bruised “bhaal below- I can feel you- “he bit his lip, “gods your so close- so close and so good to me.”  His hips pulsed erratically, tips of his toes sliding against the mussed sheets. “Beautiful- my star you are excellent-!”

No words fell from your mouth, just a coagulation of sighs running from your throat. Your core felt ironclad and taught, your cup overflowed with him around.  The base of your hips ached from the muscle usage. His warm hand settled on your hips, his dulled nails digging into your plush flesh.

“Your so close- my darling, my love- “his words slurred, head tilted back to gulp back air. “Gods- come for me my star- I need you so bad-!” his voice slightly broke. Your mouth found the base of his throat clamping and sucking at his favorite spot. Quickly, he shoved you down as you crumbled into him, noses pressed together. Waves of heat pulsed through your core, sending his spent seed into you. He twitched and pulsed as he pulled you close, his chest gently glowing purple.

And then there was silence, blessed waves of relief as the shocks ran through your body. He deflated, sweat sticking to his forehead, curling the baby hairs around his scalp. You ached. Again, he was the first to stir a hand gently combing through your scalp. A gentle laugh erupting from his chest.

“Well, my dear- you are a gift that keeps on giving.” He hummed, closing his eyes. “I am spent- I don’t think id like to move for the rest of the day- I mean, if you’d like to, that would be our plan for today.”

You hummed in response, shifting your hips. “We forgot a towel.”

“No need to fret my dear…” he reached towards a drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a rag. “Always prepared.”

He helped you up, a whine ripping through your chest at the removal. Settling you back onto his chest, the rag settled comfortably between your thighs. He ran his hands up and down your back, tracing the dimples of your thighs, each ridge of bone and settled muscle. He stretched, reaching for his kindle on the bedside. Bracing an arm on your back. His skin smelt like lilies, soft and smooth under you. You listened to his dull heartbeat, peacefully drifting off in his arms.

[bobcatmoran]

I had the worst vaccination experience of my life today at the local CVS, and that's counting childhood vaccinations that I can remember crying at. The goal: Getting a flu and Covid vaccine at 4:30 pm, which I had signed up for online earlier this week.

I had to wait an hour past my appointment and that wasn't nearly the worst part. Everyone I encountered was simultaneously clearly overworked and terrible at their job. I realize this is kind of par for the course at CVS nowadays, but I got my Covid booster there last year and it was fine. This was. Not. On just so many levels.

First off, I got an email two minutes before my appointment, reminding me to arrive five minutes before my appointment. The check-in link didn't work, and the first CVS pharmacy tech I talked to about it told me to go wait on the chairs by the consultation room where they were giving vaccines. Then she told me after 5 minutes of that, whoops, I was not checked in in any way, shape, or form by just going to sit in a chair and I needed to come up to the Consultation Window to talk to the one (1) pharmacist on duty. He was on a phone call with an insurance company. More waiting. He then couldn't find me in the system despite my having received an email from CVS for my appointment. Eventually, after much confusion, he declared me checked in and told me to go wait.

While I was waiting, the guy giving vaccines took like 15 minutes for one person, came out after another long pause, asked for someone who wasn’t there, then asked for the names of all 4 of us waiting, stared bewildered at his tablet, and then wandered off behind the counter. It was 1/2 hour past my appointment at this point.

Nearly an hour past my appointment, the guy finally came back, and first says that the lady sitting next to me will go first. Then she pointed out that I'd been there the longest and was supposed to be seen at 4:30.

Vaccine guy's solution to this is to maybe just bring us all in at once because he printed out all our paperwork. Mass vaccination, whee. He insists on me and the lady sitting next to me to going in together. We both acknowledge this is weird, but we've both been waiting so long we just want to get out of here. The vaccine room is a disaster. Honestly, I probably should have turned around and left at that point. There was an overflowing wastebasket, wrappers for alcohol wipes and bandaid backings and cottonballs on the floor. The desk was chaos.

He called me by a new, exciting mispronounciation of my name that I've somehow never heard before, misread my birth date as being in March, then held out the bag of cottonballs and told me to take the last one. Then he left to find more cottonballs. There were no more in the pharmacy stock. He declared that he would take a bag from the shelves and they can yell at him later. Then he realized he was out of gloves. A similar song and dance ensued.

He then opened up the contraband bag of cottonballs, told me to take two more, and handed me a set of two bandaids, telling me to open them. This was all interspersed with him describing how understaffed they were and when you are done with this you can have a good laugh. He was clearly very past his last possible fuck to give.

Eventually, I was vaccinated, but not before he took both bandaids from me, put one on top of a cottonball on my arm where I got the flu shot, then gave me the covid vax, was confused about where the second bandaid went, and fished another from the box. Meanwhile, the opened, unused bandaid was sitting on top of the paperwork, where he had put it.

He put cottonball-bandaid combo on the second vax site, and I and the remaining cottonball he gave me to hold left. Quickly. I mouthed to the other people waiting, (who could hear everything because there is zero soundproofing on their "consultation" room) "Good luck."

I am never going to that CVS again. What the actual fuck was any of that.

[mylifeasaserver]

Maybe it wasn't your turn?

Sometimes when people show up at the pharmacy their stuff isn't ready. Sometimes that's because it's stuck in a queue at the doctor's office. Sometimes it's because the patient forgot to call it in. Hell, once in a while it's because a tech marked it as out of stock because they were too lazy to look at the shelf.

The guy I'm about to tell you about left his doctor's office and expected the medication to be ready 7 minutes after he left. It was not.

After a bit of attitude (both from him and me) the guy finally understands that even at Subway nothing is instant because if nothing else you have to watch them make the sandwich.

Anyway, he decides the best use of his time for the 20 minutes he was told to wait is to stand 10 feet away from the counter and glare at us, as though that makes us run faster or something.

His order is filled and given to me. I call him up.

"Mr. Lord? Butt Lord? Your order is ready."

**Author's note: In case some clueless member of the federal government is reading this, that's a fake name. I now return you to your poorly-written blog post.**

Immediately after calling for Butt Lord this lady comes up to my register and gives me her name.

Me: I'll help you in a moment, Mr. Lord has already been waiting.

Random Lady: Well then why wasn't he in line?

Me: Because he's already been through the line. That's why I called him by name.

Random Lady: This is asinine. I shouldn't have to wait.

Me: You'd wait a lot less if you just stepped back and let me take care of the person who was called up.

She steps back and I take care of Butt Lord. He fucks off into the distance where hopefully he'll remain.

Now the lady comes back up and decides that being really snotty is the way to act.

"Is iT mY TuRn Yet?"

"Yeah it is. Remind me your name?"

"YoU dOn'T rEmEmBeR iT?"

"No, I do not. But I'm more than happy to waste both our time standing here waiting for you to tell me so I can go get your order."

And then, because I'm in purgatory, her order was out of stock because it was a backordered item. Because of course it was.

And then I caught hell because it's a long-term backorder. Because of course it is.

Had I known that IGN had issue with Black Myth: Wukong I'd have preordered it. -J

[icharchivist]

Ok I need to tell someone (already told my brother but I was being reassuring w/ him and i want to be dramatic)

I ALMOST LOST MY FINGER

MY RING FINGER ON MY LEFT HAND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

so I have a family ring i wear on that finger, and yesterday i twisted my ankle, fell and caught myself by my hands, and the edges of the ring are sharp enough i guess that it cut my finger 2-3 mm into my FLESH on the bottom of the ring, where the finger connects with the palm

and I have anxiety, so as one does I stressed over it BUT told noone because I wanted it to like, go away on its own. I put mercurochrome on it and then i assumed it was good.

the part that is important to understand is that because I am fat, but I put on the ring on that finger when I weighed 10 kilos less, the ring is stuck on. I have not taken off the ring in YEARS. and i still couldnt take it off because, despite the fact that it hurt, I didn't magically lose those 10 kilos when I fell.

so I went to bed. because i am on a pain medication (hip problems) i didn't notice any bad pain, but oh boy. The ring was still there. And whilst I control my hand movements during the day, when I sleep it's a fucking PARTY apparently because when I woke up, the finger...

whilst it was not cut off!! the cut was deeper!!!! by a few mm!!!!!!!

and it still did not hurt, and also barely bled (because the blood flow on that finger was not ideal due to the ring), so i put a bandaid on and did my things. including DRAGGING A FULLY LOADED GROCERY CART AROUND WITH MY LEFT HAND

but then i was like "it hurts a lot" and then remembered that since i am on pain meds, it must HURT A LOT A LOT

so i went to the pharmacy, when the lady took one look at it and went "you have to go to the emergency room" and I went "why?" (because im a MORON) to which she answered "you are going to loose your finger? if you don't take off that ring that is CUTTING YOUR FINGER OFF??? theyre gonna cut it off at the emergency room" and THANK GOD WE'RE FRENCH because "ils vont la couper" was gendered of course but now writing it back in english it sounds like she meant my finger haha but no she meant they're gonna cut the ring at the emergency room

the ermergency room

the room that is for emergencies

the room that is for emergencies that I toooootally went to

....

so i, after hearing her advice, i did not heed her advice, and did NOT go to the emergency room (i don't have a car)

...

BECAUSE I AM SMART and remembered there was a jeweler on the same street, so I went to the jeweler, and he said "?didn't they tell you to go to the emergency room?" and I said "can't you do it?" and he was super nice and careful, whilst he cut off the ring - the ring which belonged to my dead grandma, that she gave me to remind me that our family would always be there for me even if they passed (like SHE DID - jk at the time she meant my dead uncle, not her, she was alive when she gave it to me) so yeah i feel SUPER GUILTY ABOUT CUTTING IT OFF BUT IT WAS IT OR ME FINGER still i feel guilty about it

and then i went back to the pharmacy and the lady was like "yOU CUT IT OFF YOURSELF????" because she knew I was back after only 15 minutes or so, and she knows where I live (since its my neighbourhood pharmacy) so I think she thought I went back to my flat to do it myself haha

I reassured her I hadn't, and i showed her the cut and she went "hmmm ok doesnt need stitches.... .... ...............for now" ?????????????? then she gave me a product to help it heal+scar safely, and she sent me on my merry way so i guess in the end im all good................... .for now

(I typed this message veeeeeery carefully I swear)

(thank you for listening haha)

oh my fucking GOD JULIETTE??? THAT'S TERRIFYING??????

it somehow gets worse in worse in each paragraphes and it starts out PRETTY BAD TO START WITH

Although now i can't help but be a bit worried, i admit i'm also amazed and horrified by how long it took to take care of it..... while also thinking about how with the combo anxiety+distance i probably would also have tried to ignore it until it goes away so i can't actually judge you on this one

I'm just glad it ended up being okay and you managed to work around it. So sorry the ring had to be cut for it though :( but i guess you can see it as payback. it did cut you first after all!

I do understand the need to be dramatic to deal with this situation and i'm glad you did it here though. At least it's ending well.

And DO be careful with your hands now :o

anyway i wish you a good recovery and good luck with your new bandage-themed-ring that will hopefully make this situation easier.

Take care!!!

[bornredheadedme-blog]

Every time I look in the mirror, I see no color in my face, and I'm reminded that right now, I look as gray as I feel. Since early November of last year, when I caught a little cold, which turned into bronchitis, and I haven't had a moment's peace since then. I saw my doctor, who didn't seem too concerned, noted that I was not wheezing, but "crackling." He said this was more likely congestive heart failure. I reminded him that I have no history nor excess water build up anywhere of this. He ordered a chest x-ray which showed "nothing."

He prescribed doxycycline, which did absolutely nothing. My inhalers did nothing, and I was using them way too much and couldn't refill them quickly enough. One evening, I felt so short of breath that we went to the ER to get some relief. After chest x-ray and chest CT, the ER doc came in and actually asked me why I came in since there didn't appear to be anything wrong with me. I suggested that it was asthma, so they gave me a nebulizer treatment, and a script for an oral steroid for 5 days.

The steroids worked really well, but 2 days after I stopped, the symptoms came back with a vengence. We tried a vaporizer in hopes that maybe the dry air was causing the severe cough and wheeze. Didn't work, but this seemed to be just a continuation of my luck so far. I was still sick at Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day, and messaging my doctor, sending him my test results at the ER, and still no answer.

My doctor did tell me that I needed a pulmonary function test and they ordered on at Kish which is the closest hospital to me. When I called to schedule, they told me that since there was "no rush" on the order, the first available appointment was 6 weeks in the future. So, I'm still stuck with no end in sight. I began to think about living the rest of my life like this, with no sleep (too much noisy from the wheezing) and too exhausted to do anything. It made me understand how quickly one can go from a stable thought process to suicidal ideation in a heartbeat.

I also found a pulmonologist near me and called to schedule an appointment, and the next available one was the end of May. Yet another month of this crap. I called my doctor to schedule an appointment for "follow-up and meds refill" and thankfully it was 4 days away.

He could hear me wheezing through the closed door. Again I suggested that it was asthma, and he agreed that everything pointed to that. He wanted the results from the function test, and I explained that since no rush was put on the order, the appointment was for the end of April. I suggested an inhaled steroid such as Advair. He agreed to order that.

When I went to Walgreens, I was informed that inhaled steroids were on backorder nationwide due to Covid. As I pondered that at home, I began looking at my insurance coverage, and discovered that Walgreens was out of network which was why they couldn't bill my tertiary insurance. So I transferred my scripts over to another pharmacy that was in network and waited to see if they could obtain the drug. They could but Walgreens showed that I had just filled the script a week ago. I did not. They called my insurance and were unable to get anything done until Walgreens fixed the problem. Walgreens denied they were the problem and I remained suffering in limbo, wheezing away.

I suffered another day until I was calm enough to call Walgreens, and I told the young lady who answered in the pharmacy about my problem. She repeated that their system indicated that they did not fill the prescription. I took a breath and as I let it out, she could clearly hear my wheeze, and told her that the app showed that they filled it on the 29th of March, and Humana agrees. Suddenly, the light went on and she said she would call their 3rd party biller and tell them to release it since it hadn't been filled after all. She called me back to tell me that they had agreed to fix the problem.

This leads me to wonder if Walgreens would have been paid for my medication regardless of the lack of delivery. I wonder if ethics should be questioned here.

The next morning, I went on my new pharmacy app and put in a refill request and it went through. I was finally able to pick up my Advair by 1:30. The wheezing is nearly gone after 3 days. It only took 5 months of asking for help to get to this place. I'm over the age of 65, and therefore expendable and not worthy of consideration.

[cultofdixon]

I’m right here, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being his girl is everything. He’d do anything for you. But when you stopped going on runs every now and then, he did as well trailing you like a puppy. Doing his best to take care of you even when you didn’t tell him what was wrong at first. Little did he know that his life was gonna change • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Scars / Injuries / Sleep Deprived / Anxiety / Talks of Pregnancy / Pregnancy & Birth / Terminus

“Yo! What’re you think you’re doin’” Daryl stops the younger Grimes from getting into the car as Carl pushes his hand off.

“Y/N convinced my dad to let me go on a run. To get an idea of what I’ll be able to do when I’m a little older.” Carl starts readjusting his hat. “Even if I am just another look out for now”

“And where’s Y/N?” Glenn asks before Daryl could even, as the two watch Carl shrug for an answer. Rick told him he could go, not Y/N. All she did was the convincing and Daryl only wanted to know why from somebody who doesn’t know the answer. “Hey, want me to ask Maggie to check on her? Before we head out?”

“Mhm” Daryl nods, going to get his bike set up for the run as Glenn quickly ran to their guard tower to ask Maggie.

The closer Glenn got, he suddenly stopped seeing Maggie talking to Y/N. He wasn’t close enough to hear anything and he wasn’t the type to pry unless he really needed to. But when Y/N locked eyes with Glenn giving him a small smile and a wave before letting him talk to his girl. Maggie couldn’t help but keep her worried expression on her face watching Y/N go before turning to Glenn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?”

“You’re supposed to be on a run, are you sick? Hurt? Why—-“

“Ok ok. Nothing is wrong with me. But Y/N was switched out with Carl for the run and I asked Daryl if he wanted me to ask you to keep an eye on her…cuz we know Daryl isn’t the type to ask himself yknow”

“‘Course” Maggie laughs a tad as her smile fades. “Keep an eye on him for her then, okay Glenn?”

“Of course” Glenn smiles giving her a kiss then finally left on his way to go on the run.

Y/N not coming meant he can’t keep an eye on her. Can’t check in on her in his silent usual way. Can’t show her what he finds that reminds him of her. So, he’s angrier than usual on that run and the others chose to not get in his way.

Well. Except Carl.

“What exactly do you look for? Glenn has the list of the necessary goods”

“Mmm”

“Looking for…more arrows? Makes sense. Could also make’em. Carol and Y/N showed me how to do a specific knot to prevent too much movement”

“Mmm” Daryl turns toward Carl glaring at him to stop but just like his dad. He never does.

Glenn was loading up the car of the stuff he managed to find watching Carl trail behind Daryl like a puppy. This kid was never gonna be a look out. He may be older but he still had that tendency kids have to ask a million things and always have the energy to do so.

“Imagine when him and Y/N finally have a kid, would be trailing him just like Carl” Sasha laughs adding her few things as it clicked to Glenn.

“Uh. Can you go tell them to hurry up while I sweep the pharmacy one last time?”

“Sure man” and as she started walking over, Glenn sprinted to the pharmacy.

“Woulda stop asking me so many damn questions! I’m not a Whatcha call it—Library!” Daryl exclaims getting a laugh from Sasha as she approaches. “What!”

“Nothing nothing. Just funny” Sasha gestures Carl to get for a moment. Leaving the two to whatever Daryl was doing. “Trying to find something for your lady?”

“Why”

“I’m just curious” She shrugs walking beside him for a moment as Daryl started mumbling to himself that didn’t go unnoticed but he also wasn’t going to start that conversation. “Okay, what’s wrong? I know she was supposed to come instead of the Grimes kid”

“Do y’all normally not go to your partner for the problem? Or what” Daryl frowns thinking something is wrong and Y/N didn’t go to him for it.

“Depends. If you did something, definitely need another opinion before talking it out with you. But anything else. I don’t know. Do you normally react badly or normally? Cuz that can determine if she goes to you—-“ Sasha watches the worry and anxiety get to him just by looking into his eyes. “Daryl, man, I don’t know okay? Y/N talks to you more than anybody else. She probably just didn’t want to go on this run”

“Coulda told me…” Daryl turns away from Sasha after spotting something to quickly get a hold of it.

Once they returned from their run, Daryl felt a bit better spotting Y/N happily waiting for him where he kept his bike. He quickly parked and tried his best not to be too excited around the others when his girl drew closer. Even if she did wrap her arms around his torso and shower him in kisses. Trying to keep the stern look on his face was soon defeated after a few smooches that he just had to return a few to a now laughing Y/N.

Maggie smiles warmly toward them while approaching her man. She gave Glenn a kiss before tugging him aside away from anybody who could be listening.

“I need yea to go back out there for somethin’. Could be later with nobody or on the next run but nobody can know”

“Uh. I think I’m a few steps ahead of you there” Glenn takes his backpack off to show Maggie what he got back there that wasn’t on the list.

“I did not tell you nothing!”

“I know! I’m just assuming here!”

“Shit. Just. Give it to me in our cell, but nobody can gain the suspicion toward them or us. Definitely not us”

“Not yet at least” Glenn teases as Maggie smacks his chest rolling her eyes playfully.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face watching the two for a moment before being pulled back into her own bubble with the love of her life. Daryl started to grumble as he kisses the top of her head a few times.

“Missed yea”

“It was only one run”

“Mhm” He brought one of his arms around her shoulders keeping her close to him. Resting his chin on top of her head. “You were replaced with a chatterbox”

“Carl ain’t that bad…you just have to answer the kid. You know his dad won’t” She rest her head comfortable against his chest not wanting to separate for a second as Daryl didn’t move a muscle knowing what she was doing.

Y/N always loved listening to his heartbeat, even when they weren’t something. She joined the group alone and only felt comfortable with Daryl, something about him made her feel safe. That one time when he found her mentally suffering back in their tent days, he held her and told her to listen to his heart beat.

Take a second and just…listen

And she instantly felt better after doing so.

“Ya feeling alright?” He whispers catching her out of her thoughts, only hearing a ‘mhm’ from her as she kept a hold of him. “You can tell me anythin’ yknow”

“I do, and I’m gonna…when I find the words”

He understands that. Not being fine and not being able to find the right words in expressing that. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to worry even more. Remember…this is his girl talkin’. He already had a level of worry toward her and now this is just adding on.

“You’re starting to worry him”

“Oh am I now? I couldn’t help but notice” Y/N laughs a little pointing out Daryl staring from across the quad of the prison.

Carol couldn’t help but wave and watch him freak internally, quickly turning his gaze away making her laugh herself. “He’s smitten for you and you’re not telling him what’s wrong”

“If I’m being honest…physically, I know…but mentally, I don’t know what to do or say about yeah…”

“Did you…get one?”

“Apparently. Glenn got me one before Maggie could even ask him”

“You are glowing” Carol teases knowing a part of Y/N would want this but with how the world is now how could she? “You shouldn’t have to stress yourself out about it, hun. I’ll keep your man busy for a few minutes and you can go take the test. But I’d go now before he’s willing to knock even me over to get to you”

With a quick eye roll and a squeeze of Carol’s hand, Y/N left the outdoor kitchen they had set up to go do what she needed to do. And just like Carol guessed it, Daryl started to walk over. Given her word, she quickly blocked Daryl’s line of sight until Y/N was completely gone. He whispered out a shit while Carol laughs a bit.

“What? I need your help with somethin’”

“It can’t wait?”

“Nope!” Carol locks arms with the archer and started to walk a bit away from the prison.

Inevitably ending up in the gardens for a good five minutes when Carol turns to the prison seeing Y/N step out.

“Welp. I didn’t need yea”

“What the fuck!”

“Shhhh children live here”

“WE ARE OUTSIDE AND I DIDNT SCREAM IT” now that was heard by everybody who was outside and in ear shot. Y/N couldn’t help the laugh escaping her but more than just her laughter catch other’s attention as she had tears rolling off her cheeks.

Before Rick could even check on her himself, Maggie shot right past him and took care of it. She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders heading back inside the prison and letting her have her moment.

How could one have a life from the past, during the hell of the apocalypse?

Y/N didn’t go on the next few runs. Drove Daryl insane but he wasn’t not given some excuse. He believed the first few times with chores being given to her around the prison, or the time she told him she was going to check the traps around the prison with Rick, and obvious times where she didn’t look well enough to go.

Daryl came back from the latest run with a few things in hand specifically for his girl. He parked his bike had expecting Y/N to be waiting for him but when he heard her whistle at him from one of the towers, he knew where to go.

“Rick got you in the watch towers?”

“I asked, and Maggie told him about me collapsing earlier at the fences. Told me to do something that doesn’t require me in the heat or over-working myself”

“You collapsed? Have you seen—“

“Hershel. Yes, just dehydrated…” Y/N closes the door once Daryl got through setting his crossbow down. He didn’t say anything in response to that, but acted on it by giving her his canteen even when she had her own. “I’m fine though…I prom—-“ She stops seeing Daryl take out something from his pack that she didn’t even realize that now would be the moment to talk about it. “…ise….Daryl. Where did you—-“

“Last run we found an untouched pharmacy. Barely nothing but found one of these and just. Yknow…Panicked at the thought of it but had to…get one” Daryl was awkward. Who isn’t awkward when holding a pregnancy test in hand. He didn’t think about the possibility until they did that run and it connected with how Y/N has been feeling.

She couldn’t help it. The tears threatening to spill just from hearing he panicked at the thought of her being pregnant. Well, she is. So now how is she supposed to be okay about it.

“I-I don’t need one…” Y/N frowns feeling a few tears escape making her quickly wipe them away before Daryl could gently take a hold of her face caressing her cheeks. “I found out a few weeks ago…and I’m a-afraid you’re going to leave me”

Daryl wanted to scream. Not because she’s pregnant, but because she thinks he’d leave her for it. He wished he met her before he’ll broke loose. Wished this ever happened. Wish they had this moment without the fear coursing through them of reality as it is now.

When he didn’t say anything, Y/N only continued to cry and tried pulling away but he immediately brought his hands to her waist gripping tight onto her shirt keeping his gaze down as she looks at him. She froze the second she heard sniffles as she carefully brought her hands to his face making him look at her through tears.

“I love you, I won’t leave yea. Ever.” He chokes up on his tears pulling her flush against his chest hiding his face in the crook of her neck. “‘M gonna me a dad…I w-won’t be good at it but—“

“You’ll be perfect…I know you will”

When the flu went through the prison, that’s when everybody found out. Because Daryl would yell at everybody who had symptoms and came anywhere near Y/N. Congratulations of course, but shit was happening and things took priority most moments. Daryl was already over protective of his partner but now it’s at an astronomical level, that when he had to go on a run to get the medicine…he couldn’t stop thinking about the negative possibilities of what could happen to her when he’s gone.

Finding her in her cell, unscathed by the flu…only brought him relief. Daryl quietly approaches her sleeping form lifting the blanket up for him to slide in beside her. Y/N stirred slightly, smiling a bit to him joining her on her cot.

“Everybody okay?”

“Mhm. Got shit in time.” Daryl gently grazes his fingers against her bump feeling her move closer to him the best she could given how big she was. “Clingy huh?”

“Mhm…missed my man”

He couldn’t help the smile that slowly crept onto his face when she said that.

“Missed my sunshine”

“‘M right here” She smiles bringing her lips to his for a short but sweet kiss. “We’re not going anywhere any time soon..”

“Y’all better…” Daryl chuckles a bit kissing her forehead and keeping her close to his person. Not ever wanting to let go…

Then he did…

“We’ll reconnect with everybody again. Promise!”

“You don’t know that” Daryl frowns staring at the fire he made for Beth and him as he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

________

“DARYL—-“ Y/N cries out to him trying to break from Tyrese’s grasp as he was protecting her from the oncoming gunfire.

Daryl physically froze in his place, feeling Beth tug on him to get out of there while his gaze glued on his girl. He felt his heart break watching her fade from view. He wanted to run through the gunfire and go with her but Beth’s hold on him kept him from killing himself just to give Y/N only a moment left with him.

“Daryl she wouldn’t do good with you dead”

That’s what broke him out of his frozen state to run out of there with Beth ahead of him.

________

“This place…doesn’t sound safe, Carol. You shouldn’t go in there alone”

“And you’re volunteering? You carrying Dixon Jr? Daryl wouldn’t forgive me or anybody if I left anything happen to you in that place. Besides. You are caring for Judith and Tyrese is taking care of this asshole” Carol frowns watching Y/N try her best to cover up her tears while holding a fussing Judith. “I’ll get them out safe. Do my best…”

“Please…please don’t get hurt, Carol”

“I’ll do my best”

The second Daryl locked eyes with Carol, his anxiety got the best of him but in that moment he felt relieved to have his friend back. Carol grasped onto him the second he brought her into his embrace.

“She’s going to cry even more when she sees you, compared to when I found her” Carol whispers to Daryl feeling him tighten around her as his mind raced with her words. Of course Carol found Y/N, but part of him needed to see it for himself of course…

When the group made its way to the small house, Tyrese stepped out with Judith in hand as Rick and Carl picked up the pace running over to the two. But the small group blocked both his and Y/N’s sight on the other…

Daryl stopped moving like he did back at the prison. Trying to wrap his head around the fact that she’s right there. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that formed and spilled instantly at the sight of Daryl standing there, she didn’t even get far for him to come bolting over taking her into his protective embrace.

“I’m right here, sunshine”

“Please always find me…please”

“Fuckin’ promise”

•

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Maggie couldn’t help but worry for Y/N, given she’s about to be six months and the group had suffered another loss being Beth, Y/N felt the answer was obvious but also that Maggie was the wrong person asking.

“I should—-“

“No, you’re pregnant. Even in this hell you should get rest…and not stress about somebody like me”

“Shut up” Y/N took her hands into hers squeezing them. “If I wasn’t pregnant you’d still say that to me when I have every right to worry and stress about my family. You’re hurting and are allowed to feel everything you’re feeling around me. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” she rests her forehead against Maggie’s letting her cry in the comfort of her friend.

When the group endured a harsh storm in a barn after a few weeks of traveling, they were hostile and protective of each other when Aaron made himself known to the group.

“It’s a safe place�� Aaron says for the millionth time as he turns to lock eyes with Y/N and of course that sparked— “It’ll be safe for your baby, and hers when she gives birth. We’ll keep them sa—-“ he stops when Daryl threatens a knife on him without any protests form the others.

“You think I can’t keep my girl and my unborn baby safe?”

“I-I never said that. Never implied that either. I’m just stating facts that our community is safe within the walls and it’ll be a safe place to give birth in. I-I can’t really stop you from doing what you want to do. But I’ve been watching your group for sometime and know that our community would welcome all of you”

The guy continued to ramble and more for the sake that he wouldn’t get killed. Daryl only removed the knife when Y/N winced a bit to her discomfort signaling him to return to her as Maggie followed his action. It didn’t go unnoticed by Rick and if what Aaron was saying was true, she could be comfortable in this community giving birth compared to a bible story comparison.

When the group arrived to Alexandria and had to surrender their weapons along with taking interviews. Deanna watched Daryl pace around the room not answering a single question as she rises from the couch giving him a stay put look before entering the front foyer of the house gesturing for Y/N to join them. He quickly approached his girl helping her sit where Deanna wanted him to sit.

“Think cuz she’s here I’ll talk?”

“You just did” Deanna laughs a bit turning on the camera as Y/N didn’t like this either, but something kept her from talking.

Daryl did answer a few questions while holding Y/N from behind the chair feeling her latch onto his forearm. He couldn’t tell if it was her anxiety, or if there was more to it.

“Your name is Y/N right? You’ve been with this group since the beginning?”

“Mhm” Y/N took a deep breath looking away from Deanna feeling Daryl’s arms tighten around her. “C-Can I leave please?”

“Alexandria?”

“This room” Y/N shook rising to her feet as Deanna noticed her behavior and it wasn’t entirely toward her. Deanna held her hand out only for Y/N to instantly latch onto it as the other had a death grip on Daryl.

“Hun, is this your first child? and you don’t trust us so you’re trying to keep it together but you are indeed in active labor?” Wow. Two kids under the belt and somehow she’s an expert. But that is indeed what was happening and Y/N didn’t trust anyone except her group, so she was hoping to keep it together until they had a plan.

But the mini Dixon had other plans.

The group scrambled a bit at the situation which only stressed out Y/N and caused Daryl to snap at people. When Deanna got Y/N to the infirmary she called for the resident surgeon at the community, he must’ve helped delivered a kid at least once in the “before”. But the vibes this guy gave off and what he needed to do, made Daryl uneasy.

“You’re gonna what?!” Daryl snaps standing in between Pete and his girl who was growing more uncomfortable in the bed.

“I need to check how far along she is and since we don’t have the machines to do it, I have to insert my fingers—-“

“Oh FUCK no” Daryl grabbed Pete’s collar pushing him back as he held his hands up defensively.

Y/N winces as she sat up glaring at the two in the situation they’re in. “Get Maggie, Daryl please get Maggie”

“I don’t think she’s trained in—-“

“Shut your motherfucking mouth and get MAGGIE” Y/N yells at the two causing them both to panic a bit as Daryl practically tossed Pete out of the infirmary before stepping out himself.

“She can’t do it by herself”

“Y/N isn’t gonna let this fuckin’ stranger anywhere near her and frankly I don’t either—-“

“I have the medical training and from what I’m hearing, she’s the daughter of a vet. May know some things but not enough for this”

“Then walk me through it” Maggie interrupts. “We all know Daryl will cut your fingers off touchin’ his girl. So you’ll walk me through it. Ain’t my first…birth but this isn’t like the first time.”

Pete sighs opening the door for Maggie deciding this is fine. He kept a distance but not too far in case he had to step in. Even if these people were complete strangers to him and he wasn’t entirely that great of a guy, there is an oath in the medical community and he’ll always follow that.

It wasn’t until night when both Maggie and Pete stepped out of the makeshift operating room in the house they were in. Maggie had the biggest smile on her face as Pete walks past carrying the medical waste. Rick grabbed his arm to stop him giving him a concerned look given Pete’s was neutral.

“Is she—-“

“She’s alright.” Pete now noticed all of their attentions on him. “They both are. The dad ain’t, but that’s normal” he pulls away to take care of what he was doing as Maggie couldn’t help herself.

“It’s a girl! She’s perfect and has Daryl’s eyes!” Maggie squeals happily hugging Glenn out of her excitement.

Rick couldn’t help but bring his son into his embrace to the good news as Carl couldn’t help the tears that formed. He was relieved that’s all. None of them were losing anybody that day.

The soft cries filled the room as the little baby in the first clean blanket they’ve seen in ages, nuzzled close to her mother’s embrace and started to calm the second her father gently rests his hand on her little head.

“She’s tiny…” Daryl whispers gently caressing her watching her every movement.

“She’s perfect…” Y/N tried her best to cover up the tears that fell from her face while looking down at the little creation they both were trying their best to physically protect in the small infirmary bed. “Oh what a world she’s living in…” she sobs even harder feeling Daryl shift beside her so that he could take care of her tears gently brushing them away.

“Sunshine…’M right here” Daryl reassures pressing his forehead against Y/N’s as the two kept their attention on the little one. “Not leaving either of you ever…y’all will be safe”

“I know…I just…c-can you just humor me for a second?” She asks hearing him hum as an agreement. “What’s outside the walls…isn’t out there…everything is fine. Normal…I…I knew from the second I locked eyes on you that I fell in love and w-we..met at…”

“At a bar, but I was too chicken shit to talk to yea when you first entered the room” He knew what she wanted in that moment. “To be fair I was with Merle and he’s a pain to deal with. Prob tried hitting on yea but it didn’t go unnoticed even by him the way you looked at me” He brought himself more into the bed so that Y/N could rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat. “You came out of the bar the second we left, not finding me at first glance but there I was by my bike lookin’ right at yea. Not saying much like usual.”

“You asked me to take a ride with you, and I said yes. Wouldn’t be the first time I would say yes to anything you asked…You loved me when you first met me, when you watched me knock Merle on his ass for one of his comments toward me before you even could, when I fell off your bike trying to drive it myself and you gave me a piggy back ride all the way to the ER to get stitches…you loved me even when my parents didn’t like you at first”

“But they knew when I proposed to yea that they were gonna have to like me. Took them a bit but when they saw how much I loved you and how much you loved me…they knew I would protect yea until the end of time” Daryl readjusted as he brought his arm under the bundle in Y/N’s feeling her move her arms so that he’d be the main support to their baby watching her adjust comfortably, not stirring awake. “Parents wanted a big wedding, we wanted small”

“Kept it small. Had my parents. And Merle” Y/N laughs a bit smiling through the tears as Daryl presses his lips against her temple. “City hall, no rings. Just a promise for forever…you worked on bikes and I worked at a bakery. We made life work just the two of us…then just had so much love to share”

“Didn’t hesitate for a second to have a baby with yea…and hell your cravings were weird and hard to come by but anything to see you smile while you carry this human for nine months was all worth it…seeing her finally, makes up for a lot of the hell the world brings us.” Daryl felt his own tears roll off his face as he did his best not to have them fall on his baby girl. His baby girl. He never thought, even in the before, that he’d be here. Holding the love of his life and his baby girl…he made promises to his family that day. He wasn’t ever going to leave them in any sense without a reason, he was always going to be there even if it meant physically fighting for it.

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts feeling Y/N’s soft touch wipe away the tears that fell. He kisses the inside of her palm before bringing his little one up to his face to kiss her forehead hearing her mumble to said action.

“I’m right here…”

[absurdthirst]

I'm not sure if you've had this request before but could you please write what Javier, Frankie or Marcus would confess if they've had to have emergency dental work and the sedatives are making them confess things to you as you drive them home and put them to bed? Please and thank you

***Such a sweet idea! Female reader. 

The Dental Appointment

“Thank you for this.” Frankie looked uncomfortable in the waiting room of the dentist’s office, shifting in his chair and you knew that he had to be in pain.

You scoff and shake your head, tossing him a look. “Please, you would do the same thing for me.”

Frankie had called you this morning, practically begging for a ride to the dentist. He had apparently cracked a tooth last night and needed to get in after an agonizing night in pain. His dentist wanted him to come in right away and because of how loopy Frankie said he got on pain meds, he didn’t want to risk driving.

“Francisco Morales.” A lady opened the door to the back with a file in her hand and Frankie stood up.

“Good luck!” You grin. “Let me know if you need me to hold your hand.” You giggled when his hand shot behind his back and the middle finger was pointed at you as he walked towards the dental hygienist.

Hours later, the same dental hygienist opened the door and called for you to come back. Sighing in relief, you stood and tucked your phone away in your pocket. You had read all the interesting magazines in the lobby and were bored with staring at your phone.

“He needs to keep his mouth relatively dry for now.” She told you, handing you a sheet of instructions and other papers that you assumed were his bill. “His prescription has been sent to his pharmacy so you should be able to pick it up on the way home, although Mr. Morales said that he didn’t want them. We’ve only prescribed five pills in case of an emergency.”

You knew why. Frankie’s past with drugs made him wary of anything stronger than ibuprofen. You understood it, even if you knew that he wouldn’t let it become an issue. He was eighteen months sober and wanted to stay that way.

She paused outside the door and turned you to with an amused look on her face. “He’s…..happy.” She said tactfully before motioning you inside.

“Hey!” Your own eyes widened when you see the dopey grin on Frankie’s face. The way that his eyes widened, the crows feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes and his dimple on display. Yeah, he was feeling no pain right now. “There’s my girl!”

“Hey Frankie.” You chuckle and fold the papers over and tuck them into your bag before walking over to him. “Are you ready to go?”

He nods, throwing his hand up and giving you a sloppy salute. “Yes madam.” He grins again. “Where we going?”

“Home, you need to rest.” You watch as he scoffs and pushes himself out of the dental chair. “Pfft...I feel great.” He assures you, and you exchange a smile with the hygienist. “I’m sure you do.” You laugh, walking over to him to take his hand. He sighs when your fingers brush but you’re busy listening to the hygienist telling you about foods and drinks he should stay away from right now.

Frankie didn’t lose coordination when he was under the influence so you had no issues getting him out of the building and into the car. What he lost control of was his mouth. You bite your lip as you navigate towards Frankie’s house.

“You’re so pretty.” Looking over, you see that Frankie has twisted in his seat, thankfully his seatbelt still in place. Surprised, you let out an embarrassed huff. “What, you are!” He insists, frowning at your reaction.

“Okay, I’m pretty.” You agree, making him smile at you again. He looks out the window and narrows his eyes. “I’m hungry.” The complaint is petulant, reminding you of a small child.

“They said not to eat for a few hours.” You remind him, hiding your amusement when he scowls and then winces as the first stab of pain makes its way through the hazy fog of the painkillers.  

“Fine.” He grumps, silent for a moment before he looks at you again. “Can I kiss you when I’m better?” He asks, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”

You choke on air, thankful that there’s nothing in your mouth otherwise you would have been in trouble. “Really?”

It’s wrong to ask him that, while he’s not himself. But damned if you aren’t curious about why he hadn’t kissed you. You liked Frankie, a lot. You had been friends with him for a long time, getting to know him through his friends. Benny was your next door neighbor and you had eventually been brought in as another member of their group.

He nods eagerly. “Yeah, thought you were so pretty when Benny brought you to the birthday party that first time.”

It was the first time you had met anyone other than Benny and his brother Will. You had just moved in, new town, no friends to be had and your neighbor had been insistent that you come and have fun. Frankie had been fresh off his divorce, so you had kept your expectations realistic and become his friend.

You hum as you turn onto his street. You felt a bit guilty, learning this while Frankie wasn’t exactly himself. Although you didn’t mind knowing that he thought you were pretty and wanted to kiss you. You kind of liked it, given your own feelings towards the former Army pilot.

“Okay! We are home.” You say cheerily as you pull into the driveway and park behind his truck.

“Are you going to stay?” He asks, getting out of your car and giving you the saddest face you had seen. “I want you to stay. I want you to sleep beside me.”

You have his keys, looking at him before you concentrate on opening the door to the house and waiting for him to go inside.

“How about I stay, and am here when you wake up?” You knew he was tired, he had told you on the way to the dentist that he planned on sleeping when he finally got relief from the pain. He kicks off his shoes and sighs. “I’d rather hold you.”

Your heart skips a beat at his quiet admission. You wanted nothing more than to climb into the bed with him as you led him to his bedroom. The sheets were still mussed from his restless night. A testament to his pain, because Frankie’s bedroom was normally straight and neat. Too many years of military service for it to be anything but.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with a wistful expression on his face. Reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “I want to take you on a date.” He admits, giving you a searching look through sleepy eyes.

“We can talk about it when you get some sleep, okay?” You tell him softly, cupping his cheek gently with your free hand. His eyes close and there is a small smile on his face as he leans into your touch.

“Okay.” Once he agrees, he swings his feet into the bed and flops down on his pillow with a sleepy sigh. His eyes are already starting to close. You smile at him as he gives another soft sigh, squeezing the hand he was still holding and exhaling as his body relaxes quickly into sleep.

When he woke up you would see if he remembered what he had said. If he did and it was what he really wanted, you knew that you were going to go on a date with him. Making sure to give him that kiss that he wanted.  

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PANDA ~|~ NANAMI x FEM!READER

Summary: Nanami and Yuuji stop into the local bakery. Nanami finds something he wants that’s off the menu.

Content warning: fluff, little bit of pining, child-parent relations, singledad!Nanami

Note: thanks again to Moni for beta-reading 🥰

word count: 1.6k

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“Daddy! Look!”

It was a bakery they had passed multiple times on the way home, living just next door to it. It was small, tucked into one half of the ground floor of the low building it occupied, sharing a wall with a pharmacy. It served reasonably priced pastries and sandwiches, as well as some of the best coffee in Tokyo. Nanami usually took Yuuji there once or twice a month and let him pick what he wanted for breakfast.

The window display was almost always the same, Nanami would have missed the slight change as he tried to juggle the various bags they had accumulated from their early Saturday morning errands if his young son hadn’t pointed it out. He looked over to see the small bag of fruit he had asked Yuuji to carry on the sidewalk, a lone apple rolling away while his son stood on his tiptoes, his nose practically pressed to the glass. 

Instead of the standard fare on the very top shelf, there was a row of buns in the shapes of various animals, with different fillings for each shape written neatly on cards next to each. Nanami had to admire the work, they were incredibly detailed. 

“It’s a panda!” Yuuji looked back at Nanami and pointed at the aforementioned bun in the middle. “Can we get one?”

Nanami caught himself before denying Yuuji outright. He had been especially good today when they were running their errands, not complaining once as his father dragged him through town and entertaining himself in the various shops without getting into trouble. And they could go to the park later so Yuuji could run off his energy. A little sugar wouldn’t kill him.

“Sure. Go pick up your bag, though.” He pointed to the forgotten paper bag.

Yuuji quickly ran to pick up the bag (as well as the apple, adding it back to the bag before Nanami could tell him no), and grabbed his father’s hand to all but pull him into the bakery. It wasn’t as crowded as Nanami would have thought for a Saturday morning, something for which he was grateful. When there was a crowd, Yuuji liked to use people as obstacles and run around and through them as fast as he could. Only the obstacles moved, and he usually ended up on his butt more times than he would have liked.

They were able to go straight to an empty table to drop off their shopping before moving to the counter, and after a few seconds, one of the workers packaging cookies turned around, and Nanami’s breath caught in his throat.

It wasn’t like the bakery didn’t have pretty women working there-there were several, ones who would shamelessly flirt and try to butter up Yuuji as a means to get closer to his father, but Nanami didn’t indulge or even notice them. He was polite, got what he needed, then left. He never played into whatever fantasies the cashier of the month decided to dream up. 

However, this time, it was hard to remind himself of that conviction when easily the prettiest worker he had ever seen there walked up to the register and smiled at him. Was she new? She had to be new, he’d never seen her before. He would have remembered seeing someone like you. 

“Hi, welcome in.” You greeted and leaned against the counter. “What can I get for you?”

“Panda!” Yuuji yelled, his nose peeking over the top of the counter as he looked at you. 

“Yuuji.” Nanami scolded and picked him up so he could actually see you. “Ask politely, son.”

Yuuji smiled at him then turned to smile at you. “Can I please have a panda bun please?”

You smiled and nodded. “Of course, sir.” You replied, making him giggle. Your smile widened and you finally looked at Nanami. “And for you?”

“I’ll just have a black coffee.” Nanami didn’t think he could focus on eating without choking if you were going to be walking around the bakery.

“Me too!”

“He’ll have a hot chocolate.”

“I want what you’re having.” Yuuji pouted. Nanami sighed and turned back to the counter.

“Make mine a hot chocolate too.”

You took his money and handed him a number for the table. “Give me just a second, I’ll bring everything to your table. Make yourself at home.”

Nanami nodded and lead Yuuji away from the big display case by the register back to their table, helping him out of his heavy winter coat when he was seated safely. He tried his best to listen to his son as he talked about a dog they had seen earlier today during their shopping trip, but he was finding it very hard to focus.

His eyes kept wandering back behind the counter, watching as you made their drinks and talked with the other workers, laughing along with them at a joke someone had said. He’d never felt this kind of attraction toward another person. It was irrational. He didn’t know you. Yet he still felt that draw.

There had been other women before Yuuji had come into his life, even a few dalliances on nights when Gojou would take him out and Toji would stay home to watch the kids, just to satisfy that primal need. There was even a girlfriend at one point. But Yuuji had declared he didn’t like her after several months, and that was enough for Nanami to end the relationship. There was no point in pursuing a woman who couldn’t to get along with his son.

So why was it now, after finding contentment in being alone for so long, that all he wanted to do was go up and ask you, a complete stranger, on a date?

“You boys are lucky.” Nanami looked up and saw you were now standing next to their table, placing their to-go cups in front of them as well as Yuuji’s panda bun. “This was the second to last one.”

“Do you normally sell out quickly on the animals?” He heard himself asking, like the back of his neck wasn’t on fire right now.

“We only just started making them this week, but for the most part, yes.” You straightened from setting the food down and hugged the tray to your chest. “The red bean panda usually sells first. I suppose people are more used to the flavor.”

“What’s your name?” Yuuji asked suddenly, taking a big bite out of the head of his panda.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled at the young boy. “What’s yours?”

Thankfully, Yuuji took the time to actually swallow his food before speaking, which was uncharacteristic of him. “My name is Yuuji.” His son said proudly. “I’m five.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Yuuji.” Your eyes turned to Nanami expectantly. “And your name?”

“His name is Dad.” Yuuji told her before Nanami could reply. She laughed, and he thought he hadn’t heard anything quite so wonderful today.

“And is that your first or last name?”

“Our last name is Nanami.” Yuuji answered again, cutting off his father as he opened his mouth to speak. “We live in the building next door.”

“Really? So I do. I just moved in. We’re neighbors.”

“Can I come visit you?” Yuuji asked excitedly.

“Yuuji, let’s not take up any more of the lady’s time.” Nanami interjected, noticing another customer had walked in, but also slightly embarrassed at his son’s oversharing.

“You’re fine, don’t worry. We already had our big morning rush.” You leaned in closer so the young boy wouldn’t hear what you were saying. “I put a shot of espresso in your cup. It should help if you need the caffeine.”

Nanami merely stared back when you pulled back and smiled again. He didn’t know how to respond to this kindness from a total stranger. You didn’t even know him, yet you spoke and cared as if you had been acquainted for a lifetime.

“Y/N!” A voice from the kitchen yelled before Nanami could open his mouth to thank you properly. “We’re almost out of spritz cookies!”

“Coming!” You yelled back and bowed slightly to Nanami. “It was nice to meet you, Dad-san.”

You were gone before he could reply. “It’s Kento.” He murmured to himself. However, Yuuji heard him and fixed him with a frown.

“Your name is Dad.” Yuuji said resolutely.

“I had a name before you came along.”

“And now it’s Dad.”

They sat quietly finishing their drinks, Yuuji swinging his legs happily as he finished his bun and watched the people coming and going in the bakery with wide, curious eyes. Nanami tried hard not to stare at you behind the counter as you worked, but his eyes kept drifting your direction of their own volition. He’d never felt this kind of pull before. He had to be imagining it. He was being irrational.

His line of vision as he watched the door to the kitchen, waiting for you to come out again after disappearing several minutes ago, was blocked when another server came up and set a brown bag with the bakery’s logo on the table. Nanami immediately picked it up and tried to hand it back.

“We didn’t order this.” He told the teenage boy.

“They’re on the house,” was all the boy said before going back behind the counter.

Nanami looked behind the counter and saw you had appeared again, now watching them. When he caught your eye, you smiled widely and gave him a small thumbs up. Looking inside the bag, there was a pair of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, along with the last panda bun. When he turned the bag to put it in with one of the larger shopping bags from their trip, the black ink of a marker caught his eye. Pulling the bag back out, he noticed the same neat handwriting from the display case.

‘Thanks for coming in, neighbor ^_^’

He was truly fucked.

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My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.”                  

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.”                       

PART ONE HERE

A/N: It came out fast!!! I had lowk already started it, so that’s why this update came so quickly. Please don’t expect them all to come this fast LMAO. I usually write slow as fuck. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this part so I can maybe just maybe turn this into a mini series. Please lmk if you guys like :) 

CONTENT WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SEX (lmk if i missed any please) 

I paced the bullpen as the team spoke to Penelope. The shock of her pregnancy was starting to wear off, and now I could think more clearly. How could she? What was she thinking? 

Recently, I’d found myself thinking about it more, a baby her and a mini-me. A family of my own, with the love of my life. It was exciting and like a lovesick fool it made my stomach fuzzy. But she wasn’t ready and I couldn’t do that to her. So how could she do it to herself? She hadn’t finished school, hadn’t started her career. She could barely take care of herself! I wasn’t mad, absolutely not. Just disappointed at her self-sabotage and the fact she’d made the decision completely without me. I couldn’t think about it for long though, because I was swiftly reminded by my surroundings that right now, there was a chance I’d lose her, our child and any children we wanted to have in the future. That was the priority. 

“Garcia, check her credit card records, we need to see where she last was.” Hotch said. 

“Uhm, okay,” Penelope took a deep breath while clicking away, “Let’s see. Her last purchase was last night, 6:49 at a CVS Pharmacy, oh--” 

“What Garcia?” Hotch asked. 

“She was um, picking up her monthly case of birth control.” 

JJ broke the silence, “Spence…” she started towards me. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank god.” 

“Thank god?” Morgan questioned. 

“She’s 23.” I wiped my face, “Whole life ahead of her.” The team understood what I was trying to say. Rossi’s hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“So why would she tell Brook she was?” Garcia asked. 

“I uh, I..I don’t know.” I spat out. I really had no idea.  

“Think Reid.” Rossi told me. “You guys ever talk about kids or pregnancy?”

“She might be trying to send us a message,” Emily added. 

I thought back to the last time we discussed starting a family. 

--FLASHBACK-- 

We were surrounded by timeless pieces of art and history, and yet the true masterpiece was still her. She was always beautiful to me, a perfect being, truly. But today, something about the way she looked today specifically, made her look like the kind of beauty you see in a painting. Had she been a painting, her creator must have been skilled. Each stroke of his brush creating every divine curve of her face and body to produce a work of magnificent art, one that I so proudly hung on the walls of my heart. 

I remember exactly what she wore, and how it felt to take it all off. The painter had an eye for color. Her denim skirt, the length or lack thereof making me embarrassingly wary, was blue like the Mediterranean Sea, complementing the pigment of the skin of her legs. A white button down made of silk, not worn properly, of course. Too many buttons were left open at the top, as to draw attention to the gold adorned on her chest, but in the spell of temptation she procured to cast upon me, my eyes wandered to admire territories of her body they shouldn’t have. Not in public, at least. The buttons at the bottom were left untouched as well, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. She looked like an angel, but of course, went out of her way to instead be my temptress.

My affinity for her beauty aside, the wide eyes in delight at the museum artifacts and careful attention to my commentary were what made our excursion wonderful. The feeling of her smaller hand in mine, and the giggles and the teasing “You’re way too nerdy to be so stupid hot Dr. Reid.” made it absolutely perfect. 

In exchange for her listening so attentively to my historical facts and stories, I took her for ice cream. She insisted we ate it on the greens of Lincoln Park. Who was I to deny her that? What came next--I expected. She’d devoured it. Made a mess of strawberry ice cream on her white shirt. 

“It was the wind!” She insisted as the first of many drips of ice cream fell down her chin. 

“No it was not!” I argued back while wiping it, “You just never learned how to eat ice cream properly.” I gently removed the cone from her hands and into mine, taking an overzealous bite. “This, lovey, is how you eat ice cream.” 

“Give it back, you...you dickass!” She snorted. We laughed like two lovesick teenagers. 

“Dickass?” I asked, eyes watery from laughter. 

“Yeah dickass, give me back my damn ice cream.” I took another bite, “Stop! You’re eating it all!” She pouted. Pouts were unfortunately my weakness and I handed it back to her. However, in her rush, the pink scoop had fallen directly on her blouse. 

“Way to prove my point,” I started to take off my cardigan, “You want dickass’s sweater?” 

She wanted to be mad but couldn’t contain the wince of a smile. “Please.” 

We carefully removed her shirt from under while simultaneously putting the cardigan in its place. 

“Spence don’t let me flash! There’s kids and judgmental old ladies here!” 

I laughed and shushed her, “I know, I know.” I moved all the fabrics quickly and it was done. Her sticky pink shirt was replaced with my soft sweater. “There.” 

“My hero,” She kissed me, “Truly.”

She leaned back on our picnic blanket on her shoulders as we observed our fellow park goers. “So many kids.”  

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah…” 

“We should bring our kids here one day.” she said, instantly breaking my haze from the crowd so I could only see her. 

I smiled again at the thought, “Yeah, and tell them how their mom is the world's clumsiest ice cream eater.”

She looked at me with disdain before shoving her shoulder into mine. “Shut up.” 

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.” 

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.” 

I toppled her so we were laying down, facing each other. She kissed me hard, and my hands went to the sides of her face, only pulling back to say “I can’t wait for it, you know. My two little girls.” 

She smiled, “But I’ll always be your favorite right?” she asked sarcastically. 

I laughed, “Oh of course. Always.” 

“I’ll have a big ol’ belly, you know.” I nodded, “You’d still be perfect.” 

“We’d have to go to the mall, buy me a shitload of new clothes. Do ya know how dirty malls are Spence?” I winced at the thought of thousands of strangers bacteria on every surface and she laughed, “Got ya.” I shook my head, “Nope! I uh, I’ll just bring hand sanitizers and uh, to the Maternity section we’ll go.” 

“Non-stop Panda express eating.” I nodded again, “I’ll be non-stop Panda Express buying, then.” She smiled so hard her nose scrunched. 

“I love you Spencer.” 

“I love you too. I am so in love with you.” 

--FLASHBACK ENDS--

“Yeah but it was trivial.” I said. 

“Maybe not,” Hotch argued, “Was anything mentioned specifically?” 

“A name she liked?” Prentiss added, “Maybe a craving she thought she might have? Anything at all?” 

I nodded, “Not a food, but a fast food place. Panda Express.” I doubted that would be helpful. 

“It’s a stretch but, Garcia, check for any dilapidated buildings within 10 miles of a Panda Express.” 

“Yes sir,” She typed away and then said, “No, guys. I’m sorry. All of our Panda Express’s are in pristine malls or new developments.” 

“Mall!” I shouted, “She said we’d have to go to the mall! She knows I hate the mall.” 

Morgan pointed at us, “The tiles in that room look like they could be from some 80’s Bloomingdales.” 

“Garcia-” I said. 

“Already on it.” 

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The pregnancy ruse was either going to get me killed, or save my life. It was a moment of panic and I just wanted to throw her off. I know it did, but in what direction? 

She was still crying, her demeanor with me was still laced with bitter animosity, but she was calmer now. 

“How long have you known?” Brook asked, the contents of her flask now empty and her words slurred. 

“I found out yesterday.” I lied through my teeth. 

She shrugged her shoulders, “Had you guys talked about it?” 

“Vaguely.” I admitted. 

“What’d Spencer want? Boy or girl?” I debated on whether or not to say, and she caught on. “Don’t fucking lie.” She stated harshly. 

“Girl.” I breathed out. “He wants a girl.” 

“What do you want?” she asked. 

“I don’t care.” I said. That was true. 

“How come?” 

“I just want to start a family with him. Don’t really care about the gender…” That was true as well. 

“Oh.” she nodded her head, “Why’d he want a girl?” It was strange, her  genuine curiosity. It freaked me out, but my alternative was being stabbed. I chose to just answer her questions, regardless of how much I really did not want to.  

“He liked the idea of a little girl who looked like me.” 

She winced, eyes tearing up further. “Right.” I was beginning to realize her feelings were very real. 

“You really like him, don’t you?” I asked. I knew I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it. My head was still looking for an answer as to how she could be driven to do something like this. 

She clasped her hands together, her anger returning.  “Don’t fucking start. You know nothing of what I feel for Spencer.” She came up closer and tugged at my hair, “Fucking nothing.” 

“Okay,” I grimaced at the pain from the force at which she pulled my hair, “I-I’m sorry.” 

She let go, “You should be. You really, really fucking should be.” She sat back down, pensive for a while. I wish I knew what she was thinking about. 

My heart had not stopped it’s fast pace ridden with anxiety since I gained full awareness of my situation, but now, it felt like it was going to burst through my chest. Was she planning on just killing me now? 

My anticipation ceased when she got up and brought back the camera with her again. “Hello BAU. There has been a change in plans. Your beloved,” The words reeked of sarcasm, “Y/N here, will be returned eventually. . She’s gonna be fine. However, it is now in everybody best interest if this video feed was cut out. Sorry.” She said before mouthing, “No I’m not.” She shut the camera off. 

She turned to me, “I hate you. Fucking despise you.” Figures. 

“But I would never hurt Spencer. Or his child. Even if it is being carried by a whore like you.” 

She began to pace once more, “You’re obviously a mistake on his part. You clearly tricked him with sex and...no just sex I think. You're not really smart enough to be capable of anything else. Regardless, he’s probably already thinking about abortions or adoption. There’s no way in hell a man like him could ever want to start a family with a girl like you.” She shook her head, “Absolutely not.” 

I could only nod my head at her delusions. This woman was so far up her ass. 

She pinched my cheeks together with her cold hands, “You tried to trap him. How’d that go for you?” 

I was silent.

“I asked you a fucking question!” She held my face impossibly tighter. 

“Poorly.” I got out, “Poorly.” 

“In 9 months, I’ll help you deliver your baby. And then, you can go.” Brook backed away and let go of her tight grip on my face. “I’m keeping the kid. Raising it.” She smiled, “I’ll be the mother Spencer’s child will deserve. And then-” A giggle creepily reminiscent of a schoolgirl’s left her throat, “He’ll love me!” 

Brooks intention had twisted from wanting to murder and torture me as revenge for “taking” Spencer, to a now twisted maternal desire for his (hypothetical) child. But if Spencer and his team couldn’t find me before the time I was supposed to be showing, I was fucked. Utterly fucked. 

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The great unknown.

This a part two to that fic I recently posted!!

Hope you guys enjoy<3

Here's part one:

Everything felt surreal.

It felt like I've skipped over so much and then reset myself. Sometimes things feel distantly familiar, like the rain. Mud as well. And the taste of metal cutlery. Or metal in general.

This man, uhm Jong Lee? He's reintroducing me to Liu yay, I think that was the name. The salty and humid air made me feel like a pirate captain.

"I like the smell of the harbor."

Jong Lee seemed pleased with what I said.

"You should get used to it then. Are you feeling hungry?"

Food tasted good whenever I was with Jong Lee. And I was a little hungry, so a bite would be nice.

"Yeah, where should we go today, Jong Lee?"

The graceful man faltered a bit at the mention of what I thought was his name. Guess I was wrong afterall.

"We should go to Chihue Rock since Xiangling is cooking. "

"And what about your name?"

"It is Zhongli."

It seemed like Ha Tao knew the scariest places in all of Lee wei! Woo wang Hill was our favorite place to prank passers-by! Their faces were always super funny.

Until Chungyoon thought we were demons.

"Evil be purged!"

The sound of the talisman smacking my head resounded through the woods. My forehead stung.

Faster than an arrow, Chungyoon got in both hands and knees and started apologizing profusely.

"I thought you were a demon! My deepest apologies!"

Ha Tao bursted out laughing at the unusual situation and in turn i began giggling too.

"No problemo Chungyoon! That was actually hilarious!"

Ha Tao stopped laughing and Chungyoon froze up. I forgot their names again, I bet.

"Did I-"

Ha Tao interuppted me with a snort.

"Yep."

"Pfft."

Wait.

Did Chungyoon just LAUGH?

Ha Tao couldn't keep in her snorts and began tearing up from laughing so much. Chungyoon ended up laughing with us.

Keqing and Ganyu invited me to shop today. I was super excited to tell them that my memory is getting better!

We would meet up near Second life. As I headed to them, I went over everything I remember so far.

After I died, I became a zombie. The same thing Qiqi is. I can't remember things well, I've forgotten how to use my weapon and I don't have a vision.

My friends keep in Liyue harbour to keep me safe. I know I can't leave, but I want to learn more of the world I've lived in. Maybe when I'm stronger I can become an adventurer!

As I run through the streets, I can hear my talisman flapping behind my back.

It was gifted to me by creatures called Adepti.

For some reason, one of them I saw when I first woke up looked familiar. A beautiful man with a green tattoo.

Skidding to a halt, I look around. Oh no.

"Uh, hi. Could you give me directions to Second life? I've forgotten the way."

Hello there,

I put a reminder on a page to give you a gift.

Please meet me at Bubu Pharmacy.

From, Qiqi.

This time by asking for directions, I found Bubu Pharmacy sooner than expected. Qiqi and a tall man with green hair were waiting at the top of the stairs. Qiqi held a wrapped box in her hands.

"Hey Qiqi! Hello, uh, sir?"

The man standing next to Qiqi didn't seem like the nicest person. I moved closer to Qiqi and gave her a hug. The man side-eyed me with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I am Dr.Baizhu."

Qiqi gently tugged on my arm to get my attention. She's such a precious child.

"So Qiqi, what did you get me?"

She lightly pushed the box into my hands. Awww she was shy.

"I got one of every specialty in Liyue, so you learn to remember them. Then you can come with me to find herbs again."

I couldn't resist her cute hopeful gaze.

"I'll make sure to look at these everyday so we can look for herbs again. Sound like a plan?"

Qiqi nodded her head.

I was finally allowed to leave Liyue harbour! Zhongli said he wants me to meet someone I knew before I died. He said we'll meet this person at Wangshuu Inn.

The walk to the Inn on top of the huge tree was nice. A clear pathway and on the sides of the road silk flowers had been growing.

Once we got to the inn, took the elevator and greeted the boss lady, Zhongli told me to go up to the highest balcony and wait for me there.

Odd of him, but I trust him nonetheless.

"..."

"!!"

It was him! That guy that was there when I woke up!

"I remember you!"

"You do? Impossible. Zombies forget all about their past lives. Including the people in it."

Well, he was right. Almost.

"But I know what feels familiar. Sir, did I know you from my past life?"

His back faced me the whole time. Once he turned around he looked sad. A type of sadness only readable in someone's eyes.

"You made me like soup. You insisted that I try it."

Soup? Why would I have given an adeptus soup. Can't you get cursed for that?

"What? Why soup?"

He exhaled loudly, like a father would to a child when it didn't understand.

"You didn't want me to go back to eating snow, so you gave me the opposite. Warm soup."

"It sounds like I was a nice person."

"From what I've heard, you still are."

"What's your name?"

"Xiao."

"It suits you."

It felt like it was time for me to leave. Our talk was so short but it felt like it was enough.

"Hey. Wait."

Xiao called me as I began to turn around.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Today I was taking things from my old room. I found my journal from before my death.

Everything I read about myself was untrue. Why did I ever think that I wasn't good enough?

My new life showed me that I should relearn myself. Everything I did was for someone else.

But I have been given a new shot at life. I'm going to help people without self sacrifice.

I'll live how I want to.

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

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[bubblesthemonsterartist]

On the Event of the Annual Lilias Recruit Hazing Final Exam

"This is the last of them!" Paperwork flutters as Shirayuki plops a stack of coarse-woven blankets atop the counter. Two tables over, Kazaha huffs, fingers pressing down on a mussed page and realigning it perpendicular to the edge of the work station before returning to his task.

"Thank you, Lady Shirayuki." Hiro bows his head to her, face flushed and breathless.

"Make sure you wash them thoroughly this time!" Shirayuki reminds him, her sunny smile falling to a frown as Hiro loads the blankets into his arms, tilting a little under the awkward load. "Are you alright? I could always help--"

"No! No, I got it!" Comes his muffled response, blindly turning towards the wall. Jirou reaches out one beefy arm, taking hold of the soldiers elbow and redirecting him towards the door.

"We'll be sure to clean them before bringing them back this time, my lady," he grunts as Hiro stumbles away.

"Yes!" Sandy brown hair nods emphatically against the wall of blankets. "Better than new, even! Why you won't even be table to tell that we borrowed it this time around!"

"Are you sure that he'll be okay?" Shirayuki worries, eyes following Hiro as he pushes through the doorway, making a ginger turn at the threshold, and then disappears from sight.

Jirou snorts. "He'll survive. I'd be more worried about him tomorrow."

"I don't know why you all have to do this every year." Izuru doesn't even look up from her place, counting out the first aid supplies and marking off each with a brutal efficiency before scribbling and sealing another packet.

"Tradition," Jirou grunts. "A reward for new recruits making it this far in the process."

Kazaha sighs, pencil scratching furiously against paper. "Why does tradition always have to incorporate things that lead to permanent bodily injury?"

"It separates the men from the boys," Obi's voice booms from the doorway, growly and rough, kicking off fresh snow from his boots against the doorframe. "Puts a little hair on their chests."

"I already told you I don't sound like that," Jirou grumps, then eyes him. "And what chest hair?"

Obi presses a delicate hand to the center of his chest. "Why I got two just this year, Suzu will tell you all about them when he does the post swim inspection tomorrow."

"Oh!" Shirayuki casts an alarmed look at Kazaha, then Izuru, who all studiously do not meet her gaze. "You didn't hear?"

“Eh?” Jirou’s bulldog focus turns to her. "Hear what?"

"Suzu." Like a specter, Yuzuri materializes in the back of the room. She shouldn't be smiling so much for the information she is imparting. "He has the flu."

"Ooph, that's rough. I hate the flu." Jirou squeezes his shoulders in with a shudder. "Last time I had it was three years ago and let me tell you--"

"Then who is the pharmacist coming out to assist tomorrow?" Obi eyes the top of Kazaha’s head with a grimace. "Little Ryuu, I hope. Or Shidan?"

"They're, uh, at a conference over in Wilant," Shirayuki’s voice is oddly thin. Behind her, Yuzuri vibrates with excitement. "Shidan asked Ryuu to present with him."

"Oh." Obi winces. "Then I presume Kazaha here will be joining us?"

The scoff can be heard clear across the pharmacy. "Like I would purposefully subject myself to such an idiotic display."

Obi frowns, scanning the room and finding only one pharmacist remaining. "...Izuru?"

One slim eyebrow raises, finger pointing at her barely rounded belly. "Somebody has to hold down the fort."

Jirou and Obi share a worried look. "Then who’s going to observe? We need two people from this department or we’ll have to cancel."

A hand tentatively rises, Shirayuki pointedly looking anywhere but Obi. "Me," she says. “And, uh, Yuzuri as my assistant.”

Obi's face goes ashen. "B- but Miss!" His hands slam on the counter between them. “You know that we’ll all be, uhh…”

Shirayuki straightens to her full height. "It is nothing that I haven't seen before and besides.” For all her show of brazenness, her eyes slid off him, pink crawling up her neck. “It would give me more experience dealing with, uh, frost bite. And other… winter maladies. Associated with men, I mean.”

Obi scrubs his face with a groan, peering through his fingers at her silent but maniacally grinning partner. "Why you, though?” He glowers. “You're a botanist. You don't need to see a bunch of dumb men jumping into a hole in the ice and swimming around."

“Oh yes,” Yuzuri nods emphatically. “Yes, I do.”

"Like you said,” Shirayuki begins, staring at the ceiling. “The rules say that the barracks need two trained members from this department present for the test to take place. Yuzuri is the only other person who was available and, uh, willing.”

“Can you even treat a cut?” Jirou asks, arms folded in front of his chest and scowling fiercely.

Yuzuri's face could split in half from the way she grins up at him. "Oh, I'm not medical staff," she chirps.

"Then why are you coming?" Obi cries.

Shirayuki covers her face as Yuzuri chirps, "Observation."

[topsytervy]

Wisdom Teeth ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out. Not gonna lie, this post is kind of a mess

Word Count: 1,890

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, small mention of alcohol/drinking, I think that’s it.

I’m just going to say that this is based off of my wisdom teeth experience. I didn’t get gassed or put under, my moms friend suggested me holding alcohol in my mouth cause she did that when she got hers out and it worked for her (it worked for me enough to let me sleep like the dead, and my mom kept laughing at me.

I aged JJ and the reader to 19 cause why not.

I also lowkey started thinking of JJ taking care of his kids after their wisdom teeth get pulled and thats shows in the ending. 

anyway, small shoutout to @taylathornton who got me thinking about this after she said something about JJ or Rafe taking care of the reader when they get their wisdom teeth out.

~~~~

You walked out into the waiting room, gauze on either side of your mouth, your boyfriend standing by the counter as someone gave him the same rundown they gave you post-extraction. 

JJ smiled as he saw you, not that you could see with the mask over the bottom half of his face, and pulled you into his side.

"Just remember that if you still feel pain while taking the prescription he gave you today, call back and he'll prescribe you something stronger." the lady said. 

You nodded as you shoved the sheet filled with the instructions, prescriptions, and the extra gauze they gave you into JJ's hands. JJ said a quick thank you to the lady and then directed you to the door, every penny being covered by your insurance.

Thank God.

"How do you feel, princess?" He asked, intertwining your fingers together.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You told him.

Well, attempted to tell him but the gauze in your mouth wasn't helping. The mask definitely added to muffling your voice.

JJ chuckled. "What?" He asked, unlocking the truck.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You said slower, louder, and slightly more enunciated. 

JJ helped you into the truck. "Didn't want to scare you, Y/N/N."

"I can do it myself. I wasn’t gassed or anything. Just numbed." You swatted his hand away as he went to buckle you in.

He held up his hands. "Alright. I'm sorry." 

"Besides the lady said that I was surprisingly calm during the process." You informed him as you took off your mask.

"That's good." He closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, climbing in as he also took off his mask. "Since you were so good during the process, how about you remind me in a week to take you to Dairy Queen and we'll get you some ice cream." He suggested, leaning over the center console and brushing some hair out of your face.

"Can I get chicken tenders too?" You asked, looking at your blonde boyfriend with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

JJ let out a laugh as he started the truck and began to pull out of the parking lot. "Yeah. You can get chicken tenders too, princess."

You smiled, reaching into your mouth to readjust the blood-soaked gauze only to have JJ swat your hand away. "Don't."

"But I feel like I’m swallowing the gauze every time I go to swallow my saliva." You whined.

JJ sighed. "That’s because the roof of your mouth is swollen so it makes it difficult to swallow the saliva. Just leave the gauze where it is."

You shot JJ a look before bringing your hand to your mouth again. JJ reached over and grabbed your wrist his eyes never leaving the road.

"Y/N." He warned.

"JJ." You imitated.

"I said don't touch it." 

You took your wrist away from him and crossed your arms, looking out the window. 

"Keep that up and you won’t get dairy queen next week. I'll get myself dairy queen and you can keep eating soup and mashed potatoes." 

"You're so mean to me sometimes, J." You whispered.

"Only cause I love you and care about you, baby." He smiled, his hand going to your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. 

You uncrossed your arms and took his hand in yours. "You're so sweet."

JJ shook his head. "Flip-floppy today, huh. 3 seconds ago I was mean and now I'm sweet."

You shrugged. "You're a flip-floppy guy. You threw me off the dock once when it was chilly outside and then gave me clothes to change into not even three minutes later."

"That's called being a gentleman." He smirked. 

"No. It's called being an asshole with a heart." 

JJ snorted as he pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, pulling into a parking space before throwing the truck in park and grabbed his wallet along with your prescriptions.

"Stay here. I’ll be back." He kissed your temple before putting his mask back on, adjusting it so it was over his nose.

You shot him a thumbs-up as you pulled out your phone, taking the time to reply to Kie and Sarah who wanted to check in on you. They both offered to come over and take care of you but you told them you were fine cause you had JJ with you.

Kie immediately replied with a 'that's why we're offering.'

You let out a small giggle before sending them an 'I'm sure JJ can handle it' before locking your phone and pulling down the sun visor to look in the mirror. 

You opened your mouth and made a face as you looked at the inside of your mouth and saw the dried blood on your lips.

JJ opened the door and slid back into the driver’s seat, placing the bag with the two pill bottles in your lap. "You know, technically you’re supposed to keep pressure on the gauze for an hour so it clot and shit."

"You didn't tell me the inside of my mouth looks like it’s having its own little period. I smiled at you with my mouth looking like I took a baseball or something to the teeth." You scolded.

"Princess, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, you look like a hockey player who took a puck to the teeth." JJ laughed as he put the car in drive and made his way to the grocery store.

"JJ," you whined, not finding his comparison cute in the slightest.

"What? It's more accurate than the baseball comparison you said." 

"Stop laughing at me, J. It's not funny." 

"I'm sorry. You're just so whiney right now and it's adorable to me. Makes me want to bundle you up and hold you in my arms and protect you from all the evil in the world." JJ glanced at you. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window. “Y/N, don’t be like this now.”

“You’re being mean to me.” 

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. I’m over here bleeding, preparing for the numbness to wear off and the pain to set in and you’re laughing at me.”

JJ grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Can you accept me buying you soup as my way of asking for your forgiveness?”

He stopped at a stop sign and looked over at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. "I suppose."

He grinned as he squeezed your hand lightly. “See, you can’t stay mad at me forever, Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes before leaning your head against the headrest. “It’s because I need you to take care of me while I’m healing.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. As much as I love Kie and Sarah, I don’t think their cuddles can compare to yours.”

JJ nodded. “Fair enough. That’s all you need me for? Cuddles?” 

You shrugged. “We’ll see.”

****

Within two hours, you were tearing up as the numbness wore off, the pain coming in at full force. You laid on the couch in the living room of the apartment you and JJ shared, a blanket thrown over your body.

JJ walked over with a glass of water and the pills you were prescribed. “Alright, here’s your amoxicillin, and here’s your ibuprofen.” He handed you the pills as you sat up.

You popped the two pills into your mouth, taking the glass of water from your boyfriend’s hand before taking a sip and swallowing the pills. JJ took the glass from you and set it on the end table as you sniffed.

“You know what might help?” JJ asked, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it. 

“What?”

“I know you’re not a big drinker, Y/N, but I remember Mr. Heyward telling me when I got my wisdom teeth out that, if you take vodka, whiskey, tequila, whatever, and kind of hold it in your mouth, tilting your head left and right, it’ll help with the pain. It almost renumbs it and because it’s alcohol, it also helps fight infections.” JJ explained, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had stashed away.

He grabbed a shot glass and filled it up before bringing it over to you. 

“JJ, baby, I don’t think I should be having alcohol after taking a 600 mg ibuprofen and a 500 mg amoxicillin. Besides, I’m pretty sure that’s what the amoxicillin is for anyway.” 

JJ sighed. “I know, princess, but I’m trying to help you out here. It hurts me to see you hurting.”

“And just two hours ago you were saying it was cute when I’m all whiney.” You joked.

“You are cute when you’re whiney and not in pain. Now you’re just in pain and I don’t like it.” 

You looked at JJ with a frown. “How about we just cuddle for the rest of the day? Maybe take a nap because I’m all tuckered out.” 

JJ smiled lightly, downing the shot of vodka before heading over to you and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms snaked around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs. He carried you into your bedroom, taking one of his hands and pulling back the blankets before gently setting you down and tucking you in. 

He climbed in on his side, gently pulling you into his side, putting a pillow on top of his upper arm so you weren’t resting on his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t help the pain at all.

“Comfortable, princess?” He asked.

You hummed in response, your arm draping across his stomach. 

He kissed the top of your head, brushing your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry in advance if I drool on you. I’m even more sorry if it’s bloody drool.” You muttered.

“It’s alright. You can drool on me whenever you want, bloody or not.”

You smiled. “And Kie and Sarah were worried about you taking care of me.”

JJ scoffed. “I always take care of you so Kie and Sarah can shove a sock in it.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, baby. I defended you and your ability to take care of me.”

“I would hope so. After all, I’m buying you Dairy Queen next week. I don’t buy Dairy Queen for anybody, you know.”

“I know.” You sighed.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were almost asleep before JJ spoke again.

“You gotta eat your soup and mashed potatoes though or else you don’t get chicken tenders next week.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh my god, JJ. You sound like my dad when I had to go get shots.”

“That just means I’m prepared for when we have kids. The whole bribery part of parenting, in the bag.” JJ stated with a nod.

You nodded. “Alright, baby. I can’t wait to tell our kids how you knew you were ready to be a father because you told me a week after my wisdom teeth were removed, you were going to buy me chicken tenders and ice cream.”

JJ smiled. “And I can’t wait to be saying the same thing to them when they get their wisdom teeth out.”

~~~~~~

[maraudersbutmuggle]

Halloween, 2016. Part 1.

This is the alternative version of the horrible events of Halloween 1981. Don't worry they won't be as angsty as the original. This is kind of the climax of my story. I want to finish with this. And then write events from before to complement the story. And then keep up with random stuff about my Universe.

Content Warning: Insanity, Sick Obsession, Harassment, Violence, Bullying.

Snape:

December, 2015

Life was unfair, Severus thought. Sometimes evil seemed stronger than good. Sometimes life was too hard to handle. Especially without Lily Evans.

"Welcome to Zen Pharmacy"

Severus' boss had explicitly told him to smile to costumers. But how could he smile if his life was miserable.

"I would like those diapers..." the old lady in the counter pointed behind. "Robby is starting to wet the bed..."

Severus sighed. Seriously, what was the point of studying in one of the most prestigious schools, if he was going to end up selling diapers to elder people.

"I want pills for my stomach... I have too many gases..."

This was not going to be temporal. Severus was planning something big.

The Rightful Prince had to pretend to be a merchant in town. Meddle between popular plebs. Otherwise The Vicious King would find him, and kill him. And he couldn't let Lady Flower in his hands forever...

"Excuse me, sir..." the old lady spoke again "Can you help me carry my bags to my car?"

Severus sighed again.

On his walk home, Severus tried calling Mulciber again.

The Prince was searching for an strategy. Something to help him reach the castle unnoticed. But his former friends turned to be The King's spies. They had betrayed him...

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mulciber... It's me"

"Me who?"

Severus rolled his eyes.

"Me Severus..."

"Oh hello man, we haven't seen each other since Hogwarts. How are you?"

Severus clenched his teeth.

"We spoke last week, remember?"

In that very precise moment, a boy in the bus started crying. Not only crying but yelling. And he was next to Severus.

"Shit..." Severus murmured "Do you have it?" he spoke to the phone.

"What?"

"THE JOB MULCIBER!" Severus yelled "You told me your father can get me a job"

"Oh yeah..." Mulciber said, then he asked "What's that sound?"

The little boy was yelling even harder. And his stupid mother was not doing anything about it.

"Nothing... So?"

"Sorry, Snape..." Mulciber sniffed "There's no chance. You know how difficult it is"

Not for them. Not for the rich brats who had assured jobs from their daddies.

"Can you at least talk to your father?" Snape tried "I was a KNIGHT! I thought I was your friend"

Severus had done nasty things for that mother fucker.

"Yeah... I'll let you know as soon as a vacancy is open...."

"Okay but..."

But Mulciber had already hung up. Severus groaned.

There were some beasts amongst The Prince. Most of them were corrupted by the King. By his dark magic. The Prince needed to restore everything to normal. But he had to be patient.

Severus got home. He had left his parents after graduation because he couldn't stand Tobias anymore. The freaking monster. The monster that Eileen used to love. Or still did. Severus had tried to take her with him. But she refused. Eileen reminded Severus of Lily. Nice ladies in love with monsters.

He reached his room. And there it was. The wall. Severus' room looked like the police department. Photographs. Connected dots. Pinpointed information about the enemy. The Marauders. Especially Potter. Their movements. Relationships. Work places. Unis. The pubs they frequented. Severus needed to know everything to attack.

***

The Vicious King and his courtship walked around The Kingdom Hogwarts with such elegance, smirking. They acted like saints when all of their crimes could send them to an eternity of flames in hell.

The Vicious King. The Vain Knight. The Slow Servant. And the Horrible Beast. They called themselves: The Marauders. And The Prince would stare. Useless watched how they corrupted this earth.

"Alright, Snivellus?" The King would say when he spotted him. Always dragging attention to himself.

"Alright, Evans?" he would smirk at Lady Flower next. He was furious that she was the only lady in the kingdom that didn't succumb to his power.

"Bad now that you are here" Lady Flower spat. The Prince had admired her courage.

The courtship of morouns was laughing. Mocking everything as they used to.

The King got furious.

"At least I smell nicer than your boyfriend" he said "You know the showers can actually be used, Snivy? They are not for decor"

The other three giggled. The Servant was drooling in delight with his master. And the Beast was silent. Ready to be instructed to attack. The Beast was The Knight's favorite pet.

"Shame, Potter" Lady Flower used her power "You actually take a shower but it doesn't work!"

"Just leave it, Lily" The Prince wanted her as far away as possible. The King's power could get to her.

"Don't worry. We are nice people. Are we not?" The Knight dared to speak "We're going to teach you Snivy how to take a bath"

The Knight walked closer. And The Prince fought the urge to cut his head with his sword. But he was ready for battle.

"First you apply some... soup" The Knight threw a spell at him. Liquid soap that burned his eyes.

The Prince didn't see it coming. But now the King and the rest were amused by The Prince's humiliation.

"You twat!" Lady Flower yelled.

"Well instructed, Padfoot" The King adored his Knight "And then comes the water..."

And the spell of cold water fell on The Prince. He hadn't seen the bottle in the King's robes.

They laughed. Everyone in the Kingdom. In unison. And The Prince knew they had been already contaminated.

"ASSHOLES!"

Expect for Lady Flower.

"Are you okay, Sev?"

The Prince coughed. But he was fine. He was sad to have lost his kingdom. At least he still had Lady Flower.

But Severus didn't have her anymore. He could only observe her from the distance. No touch. No contact. He was a coward.

He was thinking about talking to her finally. Something casual. This could be his chance. She was alone. Walking through the streets of London. She had met her sister previously. Another beast, Petunia was.

So Severus saw her enter a grocery store near by. And he decided to intervene.

Lady Flower looked the same. But The Prince could see the dark magic in her eyes. He knew she was cursed. And the King got her captured. But The Prince needed to talk to her. At least once.

"Lily?"

Lily turned and blinked in surprise when she saw him.

Severus chuckled.

"What a surprise seeing you here. I almost didn't recognise you"

Lily smiled awkwardly.

It was normal. The spell was too strong to break.

"Hi Sev..." she looked around.

The Prince tried again.

"I haven't seen you since Hogwarts..."

"A year ago, yes" Lily nodded "How are you?"

Always so kind.

"I'm alright" he smiled "You know, working. Trying to survive"

"You didn't go to Uni?"

"I didn't have the money" Severus looked down "But I'm trying to gather it. You?"

"I study Journalism..."

"Like you wanted to"

Lily smiled and nodded shyly.

"That's nice"

If only The Prince could take her somewhere apart. To try and break the spell. But he needed to make sure The King was not around.

"Are you still with... Potter?"

Severus knew she was. He had seen them together. Walking to the movies. Or sharing a meal. Even kissing in Potter's car. He was sick.

"Yeah..." Lily licked her lips, nervously.

"Cool..." Severus tried to be as normal as possible. He needed to have Lily in good terms "Is he around?"

"Nah... He's at work" Lily said "Effie asked my to buy some apples for her famous apple pie"

Severus faked a smile.

"You live with The Potters now?"

This was worse than The Prince had expected. Lady Flower had been moved to the main tower. And The King probably had servants to watch over her.

"Temporarily..." Lily snorted.

Severus nodded.

"Hey... It's nice to see you again, Lily" Severus smiled "I've missed you"

Lily sighed "Sev..."

"Don't worry. I won't try anything bad" he said "I'm glad you're happy with Potter" all lies "And I've changed. I want to be a better man. Someone new. I don't even talk to the Knights anymore" that in part was true.

Lily simply nodded.

"Would you want to grab a coffee with me?" Severus tried "Just to catch up"

"I don't know..."

"Come on" Severus said "We can be friends again. Like we used to..."

Lily looked reluctant.

"God knows I need a friend now..." Severus sighed.

The spell was there. But Lady Flower was pure kindness. She wouldn't say no to let a helping hand to the unfortunate souls.

"Okay..." she said "Why not?"

Severus smiled "Really?"

Lily smiled too "Yeah. I need a friend too"

The Prince tried to remember that Lady Flower was indeed bewitched. She looked like the docil, beautiful and wonderful woman he used to remember. Lady Flower used to love him. They had sworn to always be together under the moonlight, naked after intense hours of passion.

Okay no. Severus wished. Not even a kiss. But maybe soon.

"I work at Zen's" Severus was saying "The Pharmacy... It's actually a decent job. The clients love me"

They had talked for 20 minutes and Severus could not tell her that he was miserable. It was part of the strategy.

"That's nice, Sev"

"How's Uni?"

"It's nice..." Lily smiled "People are fun to be around. Teachers are excellent. And really I love my career"

"I know. It was your dream to be a journalist" Severus said "I'm happy you are making it true"

"Thank you" Lily took a sip of her coffee.

"Do you still see people from Hogwarts?"

"Just my friends"

I used to be your friend. Severus thought.

"The boys. And Mary, Marlene and Dorcas" she continued "Sometimes I see Alice and Frank. Remember them? Oh and Edgar. But not so much... You?"

"No one"

Severus knew how The Knights still gathered. And made crazy parties. But they never invited him. Never. He had no one.

He had worshiped The Knights to be someone in life. To have a bright future ahead of him. But that hadn't happened. And he had lost Lily in the process.

No. It had been The King's work. Lady Flower would still be his if it wasn't for The Vicious King.

The Prince would get rid of him.

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

"Don't worry about it" Severus said "I reckon the only real friend I had was you"

Lily stared at him with pity and concern.

"Maybe we can be friends now" she tried.

Severus' strategy was working. He just have to play his cards right...

"I'd like that..."

"Okay..." Lily chuckled "There's something you need to know then"

Severus had hope. Maybe he could get her back. He just have to follow his plan and....

"I'm pregnant"

No. No No No No. The Prince had thought about the atrocities The King must've been doing to Lady Flower. But he forgot about that tiny detail. That was the worst thing that The Vicious King had done until now. Of course... He wanted an heir. To continue corrupting the Kingdom . Him and all his descendants. But mate with Lady Flower? His Lady Flower. The Prince was definitely going to kill him. He would go to the end of world to destroy that evil man.

Severus was in shock. He blinked hard. He was surely going to have a heart attack.

"Sev?" Lily asked concerned.

"You're so stupid!"

"Excuse me?"

"How could you let him do that to you?" Severus said "He ruined your life..."

Lily snorted "I can't believe it"

"Lily you're nineteen" Severus continued "You are studying a career. You're brilliant. You have a future ahead of you. And you're going to ruin that for child?"

"I'm such an idiot..." Lily said "It always happens"

Severus looked at her confused.

"I always want to see the best in you. And I always want to believe you. And I just don't fucking understand how horrible you actually are..."

No. No. No. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Severus was doing so well. Fuck... He had gotten so angry that he had opened his stupid mouth.

But this definitely changed plans. The Prince not only had to get Lady Flower back. And kill The King. But also, get rid of that child before it was born.

Lily stood up.

"I'm leaving..."

"No... Lily. I'm sorry... Wait..."

"NO!" Lily yelled "I'm tired of always falling into the same trap. You know? All this time, I wondered about you. If you were okay. If you had found someone. If you were happy" she snorted, and shook her head "I'm so stupid... And you keep hurting me. You're just a selfish wanker, who didn't even care about me. James is right. You're not worth trying..."

Severus felt an immense rage. He had brainwashed her mind. It was all his fault. HIS HIS AND ONLY HIS. James Freaking Potter had ruined Lily's life. He had ruined Severus' life. And he had broke them apart.

Lady Flower was not the same that The Prince fell in love with. Maybe she was gone forever.

"I said wait, Lily!" Severus grabbed Lily's arm tightly.

"Sev... Let me go..." Lily protested, He didn't listen "Severus, you're hurting me!"

"Is everything okay?"

Severus hadn't noticed how furiously he was staring at Lily. How he was hurting her arm. And how she looked at him in fear. He only noticed when the cashier of the coffee shop approach them.

Severus immediately let her go.

"Was this man hurting you, Miss?" he asked Lily.

Lily rubbed her arm. And looked at Severus like she didn't recognize him.

"No sir... Don't worry" Lily said "I was just leaving"

"I wasn't doing anything. We're friends. Right?"

"Not anymore" Lily answered. With tears in her eyes. "We are done"

"Lily we were talking about your pregnancy...."

But Lily was walking to the door already.

"Lily I overreacted.... Lily..."

Severus tried to go after her. But the cashier stopped him.

"You better let her go, sir" he said "Or I'll be obligued to call the police"

"Fine..." Severus pushed him away "I'm just gonna go my own way..."

He started walking to the door too.

"Sir?"

Severus turned irritated.

"You have to pay for the coffees"

Severus clenched his teeth. He took out his wallet. And tossed a bill to the floor.

"That shit tasted like piss anyway..."

And Severus walked through the door. Lily was no where to be seen.

"FUCK!"

The King surely knew how to move his pieces. He was intelligent and knew how to make The Prince lose his temper. The Prince had one Achilles' talon: Lady Flower. And The King had her. And he was going to use her against him.

A child. A child. A freaking child.

The Prince's game had to give a turn. He needed another plan to destroy the King. And this time, The Prince would not have mercy.

The King was going to pay. And his stupid courtship. And Lady Flower was going to realize her mistake.

They would see.

[gunnerhooper]

my horror holiday

idk even know why im writing this out in a fucking Tumblr post but I feel like I need to write this out so I will remember it. 

in very early October, my dad broached the topic of us going on holiday together and of course I was like yh sounds good. he talked about it in a way that suggested that we would kind of chill by ourselves and only really meet up for dinner or something at the end of the day. he seemed really excited about going and me and my dad aren’t close at all, so I guess maybe he thought it would be a way to bond? my mum mentioned that he was thinking that I could become his new “travel buddy” if the trip went well. so already I felt a bit of pressure to make sure it was fun for him.

as a extremely anxious person, the airport is not fun for me. the weeks leading up to the trip, I began to feel more and more nervous about going to the airport and even voiced this to some friends and also my mum in conversation. both times I brought it up with her, she kind of just dismissed the thought saying like “you’ll be fine”. on the day of our flight, we wake up extra early to get there and although im nervous everything goes very smoothly like customs and security and everything. when it comes to actually waiting until boarding opens up I begin to have to go to the toilet like once every couple of minutes to the point that I began to feel concerned. as soon as I feel like I am ill, it gets worse. I went to the pharmacy to get an immodium and in the line I begin to get so much more panicked by this super loud lady and just everything. I literally ran after buying it to the nearest bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick. luckily I wasn't, but it got to the point where I couldn't leave the toilets without thinking I was going to be sick - which I wasn't. eventually I called my mum and she called my dad and he texted me asking if I needed anything and I said yh a coke please. 

anyways, I start to calm down and he was actually quite reassuring surprisingly - reminding me to breathe and I was super impressed especially because my dad never deals with the fallout of my anxiety, it’s always my mum who does. we get through the flight and the first night there and everything is okay. 

the next day I was feeling still anxious from the airport and just general having to deal with being alive. at dinner, I was in a super crowded restaurant which was loud and we weren't even on the outskirts and I could tell I wasn't going to be able to eat. I was already having to go the toilet a couple of times because of me having to have anxiety shits lol. I voiced this to my dad when my meal come and I just couldn't eat it. we had an at length discussion about why and he seemed confused, almost appalled and at times even scolding. probably because he’s never seen me be anxious, even though he has he just didn't realise I was anxious at the time. anyway, we got a takeaway box and I got to eat my food in the hotel room. the whole time back at the hotel I could tell he was disappointed and kind of seething. I later got a text from my mum telling to “please try” to appease my dad by going out to eat, so I guess he was as annoyed as I thought he was.

the next afternoon, we had already went out for lunch (and I was okay ish!) and we were by the pool. I begin to head up to the toilet in our room, and he asks me to put his phone on charge and passes me his open phone. as I walk away I see his WhatsApp open and see the last message of his messages with my mum. I open the conversation to see him complaining about how many “fucking issues” I have to my mum and how I am on “a different spectrum to him” and how I should be in therapy - I HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR THERAPY FOR FOREVER.  when my mum tried to tell him that I would improve once I found my feet he told her that he “fucking doubts it”. my heart fucking sank.