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Found some stuff i made based on my fic before even posting it on AO3; i guess it can be called concept art in a way. Here's a younger Stu proudly showing off his collection of creepy-crawly friends he's kidnapped from the woods and named after cool horror characters. I got the idea after visiting a really cool vaccine institute ive known for a long while that displays venomous animals both dead and alive for educational purposes.
"This big one here was Hannibal. He bit me once and I spent 3 days in the ER without my parents noticing. Also I found Pinhead there-- what? Oh, it's the scorpion, right over there. Anyway, I jumped over a fence to smoke weed in some abandoned asylum an' landed on something sharp. Turns out it was him. Got real fuckin' sick for like a week and a half after that for some reason though"
And also Billy teaching Stu how to pin up a butterfly. Kinda different (and remarkably less homoerotic) from what I actually ended up writing lmfao
#i need to get back to writing the next chap#i cant give up right when shit starts to pick up a little#i love actually rabid Stu headcanons#he probably has some kind of undiscovered disease from all the different venomous bites at this point#the hospital staff knows him very well#scream 1996#stu macher#stu macher fanart#billy loomis#billy loomis x stu matcher#stuilly#latenightsundayblues art tag
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i just realized i haven't really talked about what barton is like while he's in arkham and/or what it's like for him. so... let me start by saying barton is probably among one of the inmates at arkham that has caused the highest number of incidents. and i don't mean small ones all the time, either. because barton will go so far to make himself sick just so he can go to the infirmary and steal scalpels / ANY sort of object he can cut people with (specifically the doctors.) now, of course i'm not trying to say that this is justified because of this, but he has also has a history of being treated very badly in there (though that certainly isn't an uncommon thing for anyone in arkham unfortunately) ... and i just feel like that's important to note because his behavior could very well be partially in retaliation to this.
however, i can imagine that the staff in arkham typically don't care about considering things like this since it is a SUPER corrupt place. and thus... i hate to say it, but whenever he is compliant, it's usually because he's drugged up to the point where he's drunker than a skunk. or loopier than a pot-holder. because it is DEFINITELY not normal for barton to not rebel against them in any way. he's also refused to eat in there several times and wellll â that probably didn't vibe well with them, either. so basically what i'm trying to say is barton 'acts out' a lot while he's in there, which could be attributed both to his circumstances AND to his very altered mental state
#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#ANGER'S HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#yeah so uhh... the arkham staff is TERRIBLE to him in other words. and even if someone is acting aggressive towards other's-#in a hospital-like setting that doesn't mean that you should just? force enough drugs in them to down an elephant?? so you don't have to-#quote unquote 'deal with them???' because that is not at all right by any moral standards AND isn't helping barton either ofc but-#y'all know how the characters that act as the staff there are... people could be brought to court with COUNTLESS acts of medical mal-#practice tbh and so like i said -- not to justify it but barton tries to use what he knows can put him back in control of the situation-#which would be violence in this case due to their mistreatment. anddd he just isn't a very well man at all so â ď¸ barton honestly has no-#qualms with STABBING people to show them that he won't be messed with but yeah. that's besides the point JSJSJ#tw: medical malpractice.#tw: drug abuse.#tw: mentions of violence.
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If you broke a bone or had a serious injury, did you have to do physical therapy? I know I did when I broke my wrist. For me, physical therapy was annoying and a little painful, but I was fortunate to be able to receive it.
Mohammed Al-Habil is not so fortunate.
While searching for firewood with his older brother Omar, Mohammed was bombed by the occupation. Omar, a young nurse whose wife was expecting a baby, was martyred. Mohammed received a severe leg wound that left him immobile. He spent months in the hospital, and lost all function in his left leg due to being unable to move it.
Mohammed was prescribed physical therapy, which medical staff in north Gaza continue to do their best to provide. But physical therapy can be very expensive, even in peacetime. For a family with no income due to an ongoing genocidal invasion, it is impossible to pay the required fees.
Without paying these fees, Mohammed will be unable to receive physical therapy. This means his leg will not heal properly, and his ability to walk may be impaired or destroyed for the rest of his life. It is very urgent that he receives this treatment!
He was prescribed therapy almost every day. Each session costs about $50 USD. Thatâs $50 USD EVERY DAY. This is an enormous burden for Mohammed, as it would be for any of us as well.
Any support you can provide will go toward helping Mohammed regain his mobility, and will be greatly appreciated.
Thank youâ¤ď¸
NOTE:
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So for example, if you want to send $20 USD, please donate âŹ19 EUR. Additionally,
$5 USD = about âŹ5 EUR
$10 USD = about âŹ9.50 EUR
$20 USD = about âŹ19 EUR
$50 USD = about âŹ48 EUR
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LADS Men With a Plus Size Reader
Warnings: None! This is actually very fluffy! Maybe PG13 at most! (OMG NCS, no smut?!đ˛đ˛đ˛) A/N: Finally, got around to writing one of the promised headcanons! Now, allow me to be clear here. The amount of customization the game allows is incredible but MC is a little bit on the smaller side, and I would have loved to see an option for a more robust body build. The same way there are naturally thin and petite women, there are also bigger and more rounded women as well and I think there was an opportunity lost there. Anyone that tries to hate on this will be blocked immediately.
Zayne:
Zayneâs large hand envelopes yours as you walk to the cafe heâd recommended. You knew it was popular amongst the hospital staff and werenât surprised to see familiar faces; one of the tables was completely occupied by some of Zayneâs surgical nurses.Â
âWhy donât you get a table?â Zayne brushes a kiss on top of your hair. âAnd Iâll get the food. Do you still want a hazelnut latte with your cake?â
âYes please!â Zayneâs eyes fill with warmth as he squeezes your hand before walking towards the cashier. You wander over and pick a table near the nurses. You take out your phone and start to browse Instagram when a snide voice is heard from the table behind you.Â
âGross.â
You freeze but donât dare turn around. Maybe it wasnât directed at you.Â
âThatâs Dr. Zayneâs girlfriend?â
Shit it was.
âWhy is he with that porker?â
âYouâd think a man like that would have better taste.â
âI heard that they were childhood friends. Heâs probably dating her out of pity.â
Even as your blood rages, you feel tears pricking the backs of your eyes. Were they aware you could hear them? And they had just said your worst fears out loud; that Zayne was dating you as a favor, not because he was actually into you. It was an old insecurity you hadnât really grown out of. You startle slightly as Zayne suddenly sits down opposite you, food and beverages in hand. He sets down your coffee and cake while taking his own plate and tea off the tray.
âWhy are you so upset?â He immediately observes the distress on your face and the way your eyes are glistening. You shake your head and dab at your eyes with a napkin, Zayne watching you intently. The cute slice of cake heâs gotten for you sits temptingly in line with your vision but right now it might as well be a lump of clay, all appetite for it gone.Â
Zayneâs eyes flick to the cake and back to you. âDid I get the wrong one?â
Youâre about to shake your head no when the conversation at the table behind you picks up again. Clearly, they hadnât noticed Zayne sitting down.Â
âHe deserves so much more than that blob. There are so many attractive women at the hospital.â
âI agree. He could get anyone he wanted. Someone who actually takes care of their health and watches their figure.â
Shame fills you and youâre unable to look at Zayne in the eyes, knowing he had heard them, even though you know it was far from the truth. You ate all your vegetables and exercised frequently. But your body just refused to slim down no matter what you did. No matter how much you tried to lose weight, the weight just didnât want to lose you. Youâre about to get up and leave when Zayne speaks up, loud and clear, in a scathing tone.Â
âRight, because weight is the only indicator of a personâs health, isnât it?â Zayneâs words drip with sarcasm.Â
The entire nursesâ table jumps at his voice, turning around to look at him.
âOh, Dr. Zayne! We werenât-â
âI donât care what you werenât doing. Do not talk about anyone that way, patient or not. Were you not taught compassion as part of your medical training? Or is it reserved for people who look a certain way?â His eyes are narrowed and the table looks tense. One by one the nurses start to get up, quietly murmuring apologies to him as they exit the cafe.Â
Zayne watches them go, anger still visible in his eyes before turning his attention back to you. His hand covers yours on top of the table. âAre you all right?â
You sniff. âI try. You know I try. I cook all my meals. I exercise. We work out together. But I canât get the weight to go away.âÂ
âNo sweetheart. I know how much you take care of yourself.â Zayne reaches across the table to wipe your tears. âYou do not have to lose any weight. Youâre perfectly healthy, and as long as thatâs clear, nothing else matters.â
âYouâre not dating me out of pity?â You look at him uncertainly.Â
âPity?â Zayne chuckles in disbelief. âDarling when you first started coming to my office I was sure you were out of my league.â His thumb strokes your hand reassuringly.
âYouâre so amazing. Talented, compassionate, considerate. And all those things will always matter more to me than anything else.â
He looks at your neglected slice of cake. âNow donât take out your sadness on the dessert. If you donât finish it in 5 minutes, itâs mine.â
Rafayel:
You grip your wrap firmly around your shoulders, stepping with grace into the dazzling venue. You never missed Rafayelâs shows if you could help it but this time around, you had a skin in the game. Literally.
One night after a round of passionate lovemaking, you had woken to find Rafayel painting, and when you saw what he was working on, youâd blushed and smacked him on the shoulder.
There, in the brush strokes, he had painted you sleeping on his bed, your hair in disarray as it cascaded down your back, your face buried into the pillow and not quite visible. The sheets covered you modestly but the wide curve of your hips, the pudges of fat at your side, and the bra rolls under your arms were all painted with clarity and you found you couldnât look at it. A feeling of unease had settled in your stomach. Was this the way your boyfriend viewed you?
You had brought it up to Rafayel in a small voice. âDo you think Iâm fat?â
Your heart sank as Rafayelâs face, which had been so soft, a curve in his lips as he had painted, changed into a mask of dismay. âFat?â he had asked, looking quite upset. âWhere in this painting have I made you look fat?â
âHere. And here.â You point out the areas and Rafayel pulls you against him, holding you fiercely.Â
âCutie, I swear to God Iâm just painting you as you are. I donât think you look fat at all. Iâm just painting my beautiful girlfriend in all her glory.â Crushed against his chest, you try to talk.Â
âBut, most women in paintings donât look like that, they have smaller hips and thighs and mine look soâŚugly.â
You thought Rafayelâs heart might have broken as he heard your word of choice. âThereâs nothing about you thatâs ugly. None of this is ugly. Itâs a body. Your body. And baby I love every inch of it exactly as it is. I didnât mean to make you sad while I painted all the pretty little pieces of you that make you whole.â His hands trace your sides, squeezing you reassuringly.Â
âThereâs so much beauty in you baby. Thatâs all I see in this painting. Youâll always be the biggest masterpiece in my life.â
Knowing he held you in such high esteem had done wonders for your confidence, which was what you were trying to emulate as you walked into the gallery. Rafayel had hesitantly asked for your permission to showcase that painting for this show, promising heâd never use it without your consent. Nervous as you were, part of you was actually thrilled that it was going to be used. It was difficult to make out who the subject in the portrait was since your face wasnât entirely visible.Â
Still, it felt like an out-of-body experience as you approached the hung canvas, observing the crowd that flocked to it. Some people nodded at it quietly before moving on, others commented under their breath that Rafayel should have chosen a more appropriate model.Â
âCan you imagine this woman being naked in his bed?â One of them asked and her friends snickered sycophantically. âHe must have been drunk or something.â
âAnd why is that?â You turn in time to see Rafayel, dressed sharply in a couture outfit approach you and pull you to his side, his hand resting possessively on the jut of your hip. The woman backpedals.
âMr. Rafayel! I mean, obviously, your work is unique but I canât help but wonder what you might have been trying to convey when you painted someone with such aâŚheavy structure.â
Rafayel pretends to consider her words. âI supposeâŚpeople have different views on what beauty is. All I was trying to convey was how much I loved the person in the painting. Anyone that doesnât see the beauty in this particular painting, well Iâm afraid they have poor taste.â
Grinning at the affronted look on her face, Rafayel whisks you away, but not before you throw her a smug smirk over your shoulder.Â
Sylus:
Who knew underground mafia bosses loved their parties as much as their money? As strange as it was, the cliques had started becoming familiar with you hanging around. Anytime Sylus was invited to a gathering, it was expected that you were his plus one. While most of the men entertained polite conversation with you, it was no secret how coveted Sylus was by the women in the N109 zone.Â
They wrinkled their noses as you walked by, your head held high, knowing you shouldnât let their words get to you but it was hard. You tell the bartender your order and put a $100 bill into the tip jar. After all, you couldnât embarrass Sylus by handing out a miserly tip when he was supposed to be the richest man here.
You knew you looked good enough to kill; Sylus had chosen the gown you were wearing himself, even hiring a personal tailor to fit the dress to flaunt your best assets and a thick choker of diamonds glittered on your neck. The plunging V-line of the dress showed off a tempting display of creamy cleavage, the bodice of the dress pushing up your impressive bosom. The material crept over your belly and hips, your fupa visible a little more than you would have liked but Sylus had refused to hear otherwise. You remember the way his hands had caressed the bulge of fat after helping you zip up the gown, his low, contented, purr ringing in your ears.
âKitten, youâre going to be every manâs envy tonight. How delightful that I get to flaunt you as mine.â Â
A group of women, all model-thin and gorgeous, approach the bar, their cold eyes fixed on you, wearing smiles that could cut glass. Your fingers drum nervously on the counter as you try to ignore them. One of the women spies the tip you had put in and jerks her chin at you, her lips twisting into what looks like a sneer.Â
âSo Sylus has the money to let you throw around $100 bills into tip jars. I wonderâŚâ She pauses and the group draws collectively closer like a cackle of hyenas. âWouldnât his finances be more wisely spent on other avenues?â
âSuch as?â You ask carefully.
âA good plastic surgeon perhaps? Lord knows you could use some liposuction in more places than one.â Her entourage leers at you while covering their mouths to stifle their laughter.
Your back stiffens and your eyes widen in shock. You resist the urge to cover your middle. You knew you should have pushed harder to have the gown loosened. Your fupa, the soft squidge that bulged under the material of the dressâŚit was a mistake thinking you could attend a party with it showing up so obviously.Â
A million retorts form in your head but they all die weakly on your tongue. You had no defense, and you felt pathetic that you were sitting here and taking their abuse but your mind felt frozen, like you couldnât plan your next move.Â
âHow did you ever think that someone like you could pull off a dress like that?â The woman presses, her eyes boring into yours. Your pulse quickens as you try to find a way to escape.
âYouâre right, she canât pull off a dress like that.â A rich, deep voice answers the woman who pales as she sees Sylus drape his arm possessively around your shoulders. âItâll wrinkle. Thatâs why Iâll be pulling it off for her as soon as we get home.â
His eyes flash scarlet as he signals to the bartender, who immediately starts pouring him a drink and expediting your cocktail, setting both glasses on coasters in front of you. You flush but try not to look too pleased as you take a sip, feeling the alcohol loosen you.Â
âMr. Sylus.â The womanâs voice changes immediately and she steps back. âWe were just talking about fashion.â she fibs hastily, trying to cover up her reason for using the word âdressâ.
âFashion?â Sylus looks at her patronizingly. âDo tell.â
Caught, she wets her lips before saying, âOh we were talking about jeans and how they never fit or have pockets-â
âHmm. I can understand these problems. After all, jeans without pockets are like women without curvesâŚthereâs nowhere to put your hands.â His broad hand shifts to your hip, his fingers subtly signaling it is time for you to go. You pick up your glass and Sylus holds onto you firmly as you walk back to the crowd.Â
Xavier:
Youâre sweaty as you and Xavier walk back from the office gym to the locker rooms. Xavier drinks from his water bottle, swallowing zealously. âI think weâve exercised enough for a whole week,â he says as you walk. You laugh and shake your head.
âWe only did a half hour of cardio!â
âYeah, but we lifted all those weights too! In fact, my muscles already feel stronger.â Xavier flexes his arm and a visible bicep forms, making you grin.Â
âOh so strong,â you say as you reach out to squeeze. Xavier winces slightly and you quickly withdraw. âSorry.â
âItâs ok. Iâm a little sore.â You reach the locker rooms.âIâll wait for you outside.â
You nod and he disappears into the men's locker room. You wander into the womenâs, undo the lock, and retrieve your bag, finding a stall to change your clothes. You peel off your damp leggings which stick to your plushy thighs and you drag them down, sighing in relief as the skin jiggles freely in the cool air after being stuffed in the heat of polyester for so long.Â
The skin on your butt and stomach are dimpled, something youâd come to terms with. You recall how nervous youâd been to let Xavier see you in a bathing suit at the pool but now you barely glance at them.Â
âItâs like your skin is smiling at me when I kiss it.âÂ
Thatâs what Xavier had said as he kissed the soft flesh lovingly. Who could possibly feel self-conscious after that analogy? As you fold away the sweaty clothes into a garment bag, you hear several of the other changing room doors open and a group of voices fills the locker room as you change. You normally wouldnât have paid attention but you freeze when you hear Xavierâs name.
âWhy do you think Xavier works out with her of all people?â
âI know! They workout together like almost everyday and she hasnât lost any weight!â
âShe probably lacks the discipline to go on a real diet. It doesnât matter how much she exercises, that fat isnât going to go away if she doesnât eat healthier.â
âXavier really needs to find a better workout buddy. She only slows him down.â
Your heart clenches in your chest as you hear the cruel commentary. How dare these women talk about your body like it was a source of entertainment for them? Both rage and sorrow fills you as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Suddenly all you can see are the flaws.
How cute, to call cellulite âdimpled skinâ like it was something to be adored. You stare at the lumpy skin, at the way your stomach and arms have stretch marks everywhere, the way your skin bulges over the band of your bra. You wait in silence as the women finish their chat and you hear them exit the locker room.
After what seemed like ages, you finally finish dressing and leave the changing room feeling humiliated. The post-workout glow had all but vanished from your system and you couldnât shake off the feeling of being perceived like a huge, hulking, ogre; built big and lumberingly, not at all cute like the princess Xavier claimed you were. You leave the dressing room, then stare in disbelief as the same group of women crowd around Xavier as he waits for you. You lurk, not wanting to be seen, then one of the women speaks up.
âXavier, if youâre looking for another workout buddy Iâd be happy to tag along.â One of them chirps perkily.
Xavier chuckles politely and shakes his head. âThank you, but no. I have a workout buddy.â
âOh cmon Xavier, donât you think you need someone who can challenge you a little more?â
âI do actually. Thatâs why I work out with her.â
âDoes she really challenge you?â
âI think she challenges me more than you. Didn't you finish last in the company relay race?â The womanâs face falls and your heart skips a beat.Â
âAnd you,â Xavier says as he turns to face another woman. âForgive me if Iâm wrong but you struggle to push anything more than 75 pounds. My workout buddy does 150 easily. Sheâs very strong. Perhaps you might benefit from training with her.â The second woman looks offended even as sheâs being chastised.Â
Feeling your confidence soar, you skip over to Xavier feeling as light as a feather. Xavier���s eyes light up as you approach. âLadies,â you say smugly to their scandalized faces before pulling Xavier away from them, holding his arm as you walk away.Â
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Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash
A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is
"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.
"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.
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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.
When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.
"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.
"Charles, what is it?"
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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.
"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.
"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.
"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.
"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.
"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.
"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.
"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"
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"and if he's only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me?"
Ok think I've finally worked out what was bugging me with them miscommunicating when Blitz yells.
"Would he want me if he were free?" Stolas' starting premise is if Blitz wasn't ok with the deal, and didn't like him; then he's a monster and an abuser.
If it's was only sex to Blitz, then he's just like Stella.
It's why he gives up, saying he has his answer; when Blitz assumes the crystal must be a prop for more of their deal.
"tethered to someone in such an unfair way". Ok this bit had my mind immediately go to the divorce.
The marriage was arranged by someone must more powerful than Stolas, to someone he'd never choose for himself. An "entire life's been written in stone" in fact; he thinks he's done the same thing to the man he loves.
While it is perfectly reasonable for Blitz to get angry, feeling blindsided and dismissed; asking for a "fucking minute", the next bit reads very differently to both of them.
"You spring this feeling bullshit on me. Are you fucking kidding! *Kicks open the door* Can I get a Fucking minute to think after everything you put me through! You pompous rich Asshole! *Stolas' flinches the same way he does when Stella screams at him.*
"Treat me like one of your little butler imps. You can't just Dismiss me like that. I mean you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time. Like you can just play with our feelings, because we're smaller and not as important. Well I'm Not letting you bitch. *Flinches again* Let's Go!".
Blitz is telling Stolas that he doesn't want to be sent away, and that he wants think about it. His abandonment issues are fully kicked in.
He's trying to force Stolas into a fight, to get him to engage with him. Likely a repeated pattern from his last serious relationship with Voroskia.
Trying to pick a fight, to get to make up sex, to get them back to 'normal'. Because that's how he's been dealing with their "complicated" for a while now. If it's about sex he knows how to deal with what they have.
(Blitz is word perfect on the fight with Verosika after all; so they probably got back together a few times after stealing from her).
Blitz immediately goes to "I can do better", and try give it back; when he thinks Stolas doesn't want to see him anymore.
"you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time."
But that's not what Stolas is hearing right now. Stolas hears is 'your all the same. All royal are as bad as eachother'.
It's very close to Striker explaining how the world works during his torture.
And now he thinks that the only man he's ever loved hates him because what he is.
That's what he meant by "think so of low of me".
And he's not exactly wrong. Fizz even calls Blitz on hating that Stolas is a prince.
And Blitz does say "They're all the fuckin' same". (Blitz isn't wrong for calling out Stolas on how he treats his staff either)...
Then there's the bit that seems fairly contentious. Stolas portaling Blitz out.
Stolas is a domestic abuse survivor, only a couple of weeks out of the hospital, because his wife tried to murder him. He's going freak out at loud voices, angry swearing, and doors being kicked in.
He going assume that this is Blitz getting a few kicks in on the way out; not him genuinely trying to talk through their problems just because of the format.
They are both stumbling over eachothers trauma landmines here.
Neither is wrong.
Not Stolas for walking away, or making the shouty person leave.
Not Blitz for getting scared, upset and feeling abandoned. Thinking Stolas isn't giving him a chance to think it through.
Blitz is going to get that time he wants to think it over. It's not an all or none thing.
He now has his business safe and secured in his own hands, and knows that Stolas likes him too. Those are biggys.
It's entirely up to Blitz what he wants to do now.
#helluva boss#blitzo x stolas#stolitz#Stolas really thinks he's as bad as the people who hate watching think he is#Blitz's abandonment issues result in him being misunderstood like crazy
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Selkie Eddie/Steve
Have we considered that with selkie Steve or Eddie that the battle vest being given gets extra juicy? Either we have Selkie Eddie and his battle vest is his pelt right, and he absolutely wops Steve with it when he's talking to Nancy like 'NO MINE' like some sort of claim/immediate marriage proposal, he's locking that shit DOWN Nancy Wheeler WHO. And Steve puts it on and wanders around the upside down with it, excellent, no notes. OR We have selkie Steve, who Eddie chucks that battle vest at, not knowing the significance it would hold to Steve who watched him wear that thing every day. It's a pelt equivalent, Eddie knows Steve is a selkie because of the boat situation (an added reason it was Steve going into the water) so, Steve's thought process going: Eddie knows I'm a selkie He knows my pelt is important He gave me his pelt Marriage??? Just rocking up to the ICU where Eddie is being kept and Wayne isn't there yet so nobody is in there with him and the hospital staff said family only and tried to lock them all out. Steve like well actually, that is my fiance, so I'm Allowed thank you very much. Eddie waking up when they're trying to pester Steve from the room like no thank you I'm staying with my future husband and just laying there like Am I dead Did I die Is this a dream? What's happening right now? Idk, I just think selkies
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Simple Math / Part 8
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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. No smut. Graphic domestic violence, physical abuse, choking. Non consensual kissing. Hospital setting, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies. Drowning metaphors. Strong feelings of self loathing, despair, fear, anxiety. Suicidal ideation. Crying. Panic attacks. Bun is unraveling. Comfort. Protective Simon and Johnny. Things are happening.
The girl in the mirror hates you.
Itâs easy to tell, by the way she stares, how her eyes glow in the yellow fluorescents of the staff bathroom.
You make her sick.
Your weakness, your stupidity, has cost her, again. As if it hasnât cost her enough at this point, as if it hasnât drained her dry over and over until she thought she would die.
Until she thought she wanted to die.Â
Someone knocks on the bathroom door.
âOccupied.â You snap, and they huff, turning away to go who knows where.
You peek back over to the girl in the mirror. She still stares at you in disdain, but now itâs more expectant, more⌠intrigued, like sheâs asking, well⌠what are you going to do?
âWhat are you going to do, sugar?â Phillipâs hands tighten around your neck, white teeth gleaming in the afternoon sun of your apartment. The sound of your windpipe being crushed echoes inside your eardrums, and you flail uselessly, struggling, kicking and hissing and crying to no avail. âWhere are you going to run next?â Black spiderweb strings along the outside of your vision, and your palm slaps against his forearm, a pathetic endeavor, as always.
Heâs too strong. Too determined.Â
Youâre an ant. Heâs a shoe.Â
Youâre an early high school grad, on an academic scholarship at school your mom couldnât afford, and heâs the charismatic grandson of a Texan oil tycoon, the son of a judge, living in a fancy house without roommates in the city.
You want to be a doctor. He wants a housewife.Â
You want to be a mother; he promises to beat them out of you.Â
You want a life in the sun. He wants to become a shadow himself.Â
âPhillip.â You wheeze, air snaking through your teeth. He lowers his ear, like he canât hear you, a mocking bow that you know he relishes.Â
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âCanât- breathe-â The sigh that answers you is what you imagine a disappointed father sounds like, followed by a tsk, an over developed dramatic show that youâve come to know so well, and he throws you to the ground in one motion, shoulder smacking against the hard wood floor.Â
Thereâs a tear of muscle. An immediate soreness. Stars dance in your vision.Â
âGotta hand it to you, princess. You were hard to find this time.âÂ
You donât have an answer for the girl in mirror.
Even with the turtleneck and the very good makeup, itâs bad. There is no doubt, someone will notice.
And then there will be questions. Nonstop questions, personal questions, private questions. Questions from your boss and an HR rep behind a closed door somewhere, invasive, mandated reporting, logical questions that you must have answers for.
You chew your lip.
Itâs not so obvious, maybe, with the turtleneck. The long sleeve under your scrub top covers the tender flesh on your neck, your shoulder, your forearm. Itâs second nature, how easily you hide, how perfectly they tuck away, little stories beaten into your skin for no one else but you to feel.
Except for your orbital and cheek bones.Â
These are blatant. The ball cap pulled down over most of your face hid them well enough on your way in but now... inflamed, angry skin swells beneath your eye, and while it looks okay, you guess, when you get close, itâs obvious that something is wrong. The foundation and failed attempt at contour can only do so much.
Itâs shocking to realize youâre actually mad at him for it.
For being so impulsive.
So sloppy.
But then again, wasnât that your fault?Â
Youâre bold. Bolder than ever before. Closer to the top of your breaking point now, angry and beaten down and dying in the black of a bottomless pit. Unable to escape. Unable to climb out.Â
Youâve been falling inside it for years, and itâs all you ever do.Â
Fall.Â
And youâre so, so tired. All you want, is for it to end.Â
âThat was sick, even for you, Phillip. What are you, some kind of freak? Jerking off all over your ex girlfriendâs-â The backhand is swift. It rockets across your face, combination of itâs force and the sting making your head spin, and you stumble.Â
When you lurch, he presses close, chest to your side, strong fingers digging into your forearm so tight it hurts.Â
âDonât say that.â His lips drag across your cheek, insult to injury where he struck you. They press together in a kiss, a foul, rancid piece of affection, making your stomach turn.âYou know I donât when you call yourself that. I donât like when you lie, sweet thing. Itâs not very nice.â
âItâs not a lie, you Texarkana hillbilly fuck, itâs the tru-â Youâre up against the wall in a single movement, arm twisted so hard you cry out, and he shoves you into place until heâs got you where he likes, face to face, nose to nose.Â
âThereâs my spitfire. Knew she was in there somewhere.â The nickname almost makes your retch. Itâs a flicker of a memory, of yourself before the grave of your now life, the fateful twist that is Phillip Graves.Â
âI hate you.â You spit. His eye twitches, and he looks every bit the insane man you know him to be.Â
Because this... this is Phillip having fun. This is Phillip playing with his food. Phillip and his toy.Â
This is not Phillipâs crazed rage. This is not suit and tie Phillip, rip your hair out from the roots Phillip, beat you until youâre unrecognizable Phillip.Â
This isnât the Phillip who slaughters innocent people. Who murders entire towns for pleasure.Â
For a very short moment, your mind drifts to Simon and Johnny. You wonder what theyâre doing right now, if theyâve already had their lunch, if Penny visited today. If maybe she napped with her Da safe and snuggled, sweet and asleep dreaming of sugar plums. You think about the light in Johnnyâs eyes from last night, the way he looked at his daughter, and Simon, and even you. You remember the press of Simonâs mask covered lips on your forehead, a sweet, comforting piece of affection that youâve already locked inside your heart.Â
You float there. In those feelings, those memories.Â
You wish they were here. You wish they could help you.Â
The acknowledgement is terrifying. It happens so fast, hardly a second, but in that time, horror shivers down your spine.Â
Youâd put them in danger, for yourself. Your selfish, stupid self.Â
Phillipâs mouth hovers over yours, and you swallow the gag rising in your throat.Â
âI canât stay.â He whispers, pseudo-gentle kisses adorning your nose, your cheek again. âItâs really rotten luck, honestly, you showing back up here today. I was just saying my see you laters.â Youâre not religious, but the thoughts come easily regardless. Oh god, thank god. Thank fucking god. You have a chance.âI know youâll be here when I get back, wonât you? Iâm tired of chasing you around the world, sugar.â He gives you another wet, closed lip kiss, and your jaw trembles. âIf youâre not, itâll be that much worse for ya.â
You can do this.
Itâs not anything you havenât done before.
Deep breath. You can do this.Â
Stepping outside the bathroom is like taking your first steps as a child. Youâre slow, pushing through the burn in your side, the sore agony in your shoulder, the torn cartilage youâre sure is the cause the of the pain in your shoulder.
You can do this.Â
Get it together. Get yourself together. Youâre not going far.Â
You make it down the hall without running into anyone, and once you reach the on-call room, youâre breathing long sighs of relief, sliding the lock into place after the door shuts behind your back.
Two black duffels sit on the floor, staring at you. Mocking you, just like the girl in the mirror.
What are you going to do?Â
The receptionist is calling your name.Â
You ignore her, trying to make it to the elevators, almost breaking into a run even though youâre in pain, your face throbbing, neck sore beyond belief.Â
âSorry, can you-â Intercepted on your path, she gasps. âOh my god, what happened?âÂ
âI was mugged.â Itâs a point-blank response, even though you sound like a frog or a piece of roadkill, and it brokers no argument. You look at her with the flattest gaze imaginable, dissuading her from saying anything else.Â
âI- Iâm sorry. Weâve been trying to call you.â The hair on the back of your neck rises.
âFor what?âÂ
âWe need your room. Thereâs been a block reserved, and it includes the floor you're on. I'm... sorry.â Youâre not able to contain your shock, mouth dropping open, heart cracking into tiny pieces.Â
On top of everything. Now this.Â
The receptionist peeks at you nervously, waiting on pins and needles for a response.Â
âWhen?â
âTomorrow morning, Iâm afraid. Iâm so sorry. The hotel apologizes, the block is paying for a higher rate and-âÂ
âItâs fine, really. I needed to check out anyway.â You know itâs not her fault. Hell, youâd be surprised if it wasnât the hotelâs fault either. Itâs not like Phillip wouldnât move heaven and earth to force you out of hiding. He's more than capable of finding out where youâre staying.Â
She gives you another apologetic look before scurrying away, and the elevator doors finally enclose around you, a tidal wave of despair swelling in your heart, dropping you to your knees with gut wrenching sobs.
Youâre crying again. Curled up in the on-call bed, your shoulders shake in hysteria, tears and panic overwhelming everything you have left, swallowing you until you canât see the surface anymore.
Your throat burns. Breathing is like rubbing sandpaper down the back of your tongue, and you wheeze when you try to take deep breaths, shoulder shrieking in misery every time you shift.
You have to get it together. You have to work in an hour.Â
But you canât. You dig deep and try, desperately working to pull something forward, something sane and controlled, but thereâs nothing to be found, only acid in your throat. The hysteria mounts. It catches the wind and flies down the hill, crashing into you over and over until your hands are clenched together so tight, even they hurt.
You fucking idiot. You waited too long. You ran out of time.Â
Youâre dead.Â
âOh my god.â Nia covers her mouth, eyes wide. You hold up a palm.
âIt looks way worse than it actually is.â Another nurse peeks around her shoulder, and gasps.
âWhat happened to you?â
âI was mugged yesterday, getting off the train.â
âOh my god!â
âIâm fine. Really.â
âDid you tell the police?â
âYes, I did.â You assuage them to the best of your ability, reassuring their worry. âI filed a report, and they didnât get anything important. Iâm okay. Really.â And then the kicker: âI would tell you if I wasnât.â You glance at everyone, four or five now, gathered around, and lay on the final piece of the puzzle. False familiarity and the ever present desire to be relevant. âWouldnât I, Nia?â You gesture around to expectant faces as if to say, tell them, and she readily agrees.
âYeah, she totally would.â
Everyone pretty much leaves you alone after that. Patients need checks, meds, all of the usual stuff. You assure Nia once more in private, promising that youâre okay, and she reluctantly leaves you alone too, once you swear up and down.
The only thing that doesnât leave you alone, is your cellphone.
>Hey, just wanted to check in, see how your day off was yesterday?Â
>Bunny :)
There are a few others, alternating like above, Simon first, then Johnny. Asking if you got some rest, if youâre okay, and then a promise not to push.
You ignore them.
You ignore the feeling in your chest at the sight of their incoming text messages, the proof of their care.
You ignore the way it feels to know theyâre only a floor below you.
You ignore the fact that when you got here today, all you wanted to do was run to Johnnyâs room and settle in that chair next to his bed, curl up close to them, where thereâs love, where thereâs warmth.Â
You ignore it at all.
Get it together. You have a job to do.Â
Simon appears at the pit three hours into your shift. Thereâs no one around, everyone trying to take breaks, cover breaks, or deal with whatever emergency is happening in the moment, except you.
And when you round the corner and spot him, waiting, it takes your breath away.
Half of your reaction is pure fear. The last thing you want is for him to see you like this. Beaten. Broken. Ugly. Â
The other half is⌠something pure. Something enamored. He came up here, why? Is he worried because you didnât answer? Do they care?Â
Still-
You start to turn on your heel, eyes flipping wide and panic startling your heart. Youâre barely a shadow, a clip of a person on the other end of the hall and yet-
âHey, there you are.â
Fuck. The acid starts to rise all over again. You keep your face tilted down towards the floor.
Maybe you can pretend you donât hear him. You leap back around the corner, practically running towards the on-call room, where your life sits in two black bags, waiting.
You canât do this. You canât face them, let them see.Â
Something desperate gnaws in the pit of your soul, a howl that begs you to turn back and let him in, let them both in, tell them everything.
Itâs selfish, and cruel.
Itâs unfair.
He calls your name. You still donât answer. Your scrub pants swish together as you jog, trying to get away, but the effort is in vain. Heâs too quick, long strides overtaking yours at a brisk walk, and just before you reach the door, he positions his body in front of the handle, an immovable wall.
Thereâs a long moment of silence. You stare up into his face, wide eyed, horrified.
You know what heâs seeing. A failure. A moron. A mess.Â
To his credit, his expression does not change. His brow does not furrow. He only stares at you, frozen, slow thawing fury finally glowing in his eyes after a centuriesâ long minute.
He reaches, time standing still, the back of his fingers stroking the lightest touch against your tender cheek, and his voice is almost unrecognizable behind the mask when he snarls,
âWho did this to you?â
The tears come in a flood. You donât understand why the breakdown comes in this moment, why everything crashes into a million little pieces, until you feel a strong, careful arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a broad, warm chest, face tenderly nestled into a black hoodie. It feelsâŚÂ safe. Like a home you havenât had in a long, long time. Like something you never thought youâd feel again.
Maybe itâs a moment of weakness. Maybe itâs your downfall, another thing for the girl in the mirror to be angry with you about, youâre not sure. Youâre not sure about anything except this feeling, this feeling that lights up your heart in an explosion of fireworks, fear and panic and anxiety soothing into sadness, into a homesick feeling for a love, a life youâve never had.
Maybe itâs a moment of weakness, when you sob his name, when you go limp against him and he holds you steady, a cheek atop your head, soft words washing over you in a whisper.
Maybe itâs a moment of weakness, but right now, you canât seem to care.
Johnny is distraught.
Simon brings you into his room, still tucked into his side. Heâs careful with you, telegraphing all his movements, letting you know where heâs going, reverence rich in his touch like heâs handling glass.
âWhat in the-â
âBun says she was mugged.â Simon tells him, and you miss whatever is happening over your bowed head, hands shaking with nerves all over again. âShe assures me sheâs not hurt but-â
âIâm fine.â You croak, and Johnny jerks, mouth half open in disbelief. The light is dim, casting short shadow across his face, his sweet eyes drenched in worry, and you stand at the foot of his bed, tears waiting on your waterline. âIâm okay, they didnât really get anything, and I-â
âCome here.â He cuts you off, raising both arms, extending them as wide as he can manage, scooting his hips to the side. Itâs a feat, but he hides the grimace of pain well. When you don't budge, he repeats himself, firmly the second time. âBunny. Come here.â
The shame burns, entrenched in you so deep, you know youâll never be able to cut it out, and your tears fall unbidden, encouraged by the hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart, an ache that you need soothed so desperately.
Youâre out of control. Youâre losing your grip.Â
You had a moment of weakness but this⌠this is too much.Â
âPlease, pretty girl.â He whispers, reaching you where no one else can. Speaking to you through the fog of your doubt, your hatred, your fear.
Your hands shake as you reach for his, and when you sit beside him, hip to thigh, he looks at you like heâs staring at someone other than the person who used to be his nurse. Heâs looking at you the way you catch him looking at Simon sometimes. Bright gaze full of love. Of worry.
âIâm okay.â
âNo, yeâre not.â He shakes his head. âYeâre not. This is not okay.â The way he says it feels like he knows, like he understands, and you swallow dry, breathing ragged and shallow. It turns frantic, and he squeezes your knee gently, redirecting your attention. âHey, shhh. Itâs okay. Yeâre safe with us.â Simon sits on the arm of the chair, directly next to the bed.
âDo you need to count your breaths?â He cuts directly to the quick. Will this provide you relief? Will this stop the pain? The agony?Â
No.Â
âN-no.â You gasp.
âOkay. Just try to breathe, everythingâs alright."
Iâm s-sorry. Iâm sorry. Itâs just this- this happened and then I found out I had to find a new place to stay, and I st-still havenât, so I have to sleep in the on call room, and I donât-â
âWhoa, okay. Slow down.â Simon soothes, hand slowly sliding up and down your spine. You relax into it, marginally, clocking the subtle upward tick of Johnnyâs lips, firm line shifting into a small smile, and then turning cross.Â
âWhat do ye mean, ye dinnae have a place to stay?â
âMy apartment-â is trashed. Is a scene of a crime. Is a hollow rib cage housing a dead heart. âis being renovated so Iâve been living in a hotel,â Johnny nods, like he knows. Of course he does. What secrets do they have between? Probably none. âBut someone reserved a whole block and thereâs no vacancies, so I had to check out this morning.â Itâs pathetic, the way youâre crying over this, the way you feel, but itâs all so forlorn in this moment, and you can't stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper into a well of despair, hopelessness dragging you to the bottom, trying to drown you. âItâs not a big deal but-â
âIt is a big deal.â Johnny declares. âYe had somethinâ horrible happen to ye, and now this on top of it?â Simon shifts, flat palm and fingers pushing down through the air, and you barely catch it from the corner of the eye. Itâs the same kind of sign you give someone when you want them to slow down, and you blink.
Whatâre you doing? Â
âI⌠Iâm fine.â You wince at the croak in your voice, last menthol infused cough drop wearing off, bringing back the raw pain in your windpipe, the gravel grit of bruising in your voice.
âItâs okay to be upset, bun. Anyone would be.â You wipe your face, chasing away the tracks of tears and trying not to wince when you straighten your back.
âI know, but Iâm okay. Really.â
âYe cannae stay in an on-call room.â What?
âOh⌠itâs fine. It,â wouldnât be the first time. âItâs not a big deal.â Simon is watching you, focused with that same blazing intensity that feels like heâs digging around inside your skull.Â
âWhy donât you stay with us?â
âWhat?â You blurt. âNo. No, I⌠I couldnât. Itâs not-â
âAppropriate?â Simon finishes, head cocked. âJohnny isnât your patient anymore.â
âAnd we have plenty oâ room. Pennyâs still staying with Priceâs a lot, because Simonâs here all the time, so itâd be nice and quiet for ye.â Say no. Tell them no.
âI couldnât. Itâs⌠you hardly know me. Youâd invite me to live in your house?â Incredulously, you stare at them, flicking back and forth between two expectant, understanding faces.
âWe know ye. Ye try to hide yerself from us, bun, but⌠ye cannae. Ye light up every room ye step foot in, and I dinnae think we would have made it through this without ye. Yeâre special to us, even if ye cannae accept it.â He winks. âYet.â
âWe want to help, sweetheart. Let us help you.â Youâre between a rock and a hard place. An immovable force, and object. Two wills, locking in around you.
But instead of a cage, itâs warm. Itâs gentle. Itâs⌠safe.
âI couldnât encroach.â Youâre on autopilot, mouth making sounds that your heart protests. Simon sighs.
âYouâre not encroaching. Weâre inviting you.â
You would be putting them in danger.Â
âI⌠I canât.â
âWhy?â Johnnyâs still got his hand on yours, and he squeezes, carefully. âTalk to us, bunny.â
âTell us whatâs really going on.â Simon is grave, and for a second, air gets stuck in your lungs, fighting to escape.
You cannot tell them. No matter what. You canât. The turtleneck is too tight, cotton and polyester scratching at your sore skin, and you shiver.
âThere⌠thereâs n-nothing going on. What if the people that mugged me,â come back to finish the job? Track me down? Words die on your tongue, the lamest attempt to push them back withering away. Simon is having none of it.
âWeâre special forces, love. No one is going to get to you while youâre with us." He pauses, trapping you, holding you in stasis, and when he repeats himself, it's a dark vow, a promise. "No one.â
If you do this. You have to tell them.
You can trust them. Theyâve proven that so far, havenât they?Â
You hardly know them.Â
But isnât that better?Â
âIâŚâ Your hand raises instinctively to your throat, and Johnnyâs eyes narrow.
âBunny.â He leans forward at the waist, slow as to not hurt himself, and you sit, frozen, bug eyed, transfixed on his hand that are stretching towards your turtleneck.
You should stop him. You should tell him to back off. You should do something.Â
You can't. You don't. You sit there, waiting for the discovery. Waiting for the shame.Â
Once he hooks his pointer finger in the top and tugs, itâs over.
Your heart stops in your chest. Johnny burns, dragon flame and rage, incineration boiling over in his body.
âBleedinâ christ.â He hisses.
âFucking hell.â Simon echoes, and you close your eyes. You know the tender skin looks bad. Swollen. Angry.
âPlease.â You whisper, lower lip quivering, floodgates trying to burst into pieces. âPlease I⌠I canât talk about it. I c-canât, I canât-â
âOkay, okay. Shh, itâs okay. Youâre safe now, sweetheart. Youâre safe.â Youâre crying violently, unable to see, trying to rasp out apologies, and Simon stands, tucking you back into his chest, big hand on the back of your head. Johnny keeps his touch at your back, consistent, reassuring pressure that rubs from the top of your spine down, and he hums delicate, affectionate phrases lilting in heavy Scotsâ.
The girl in the mirror screams at you inside your head. She calls you a fool. A coward. She tells you the truth, that youâll only get them hurt, that you know better.
You donât disagree with a single thing. You know all this to be true.
But for a moment⌠would it be so bad to indulge? To have one- two good things in your life, even if itâs fleeting. Even if you know how it will end, can you not just have this for yourself, in this suspended moment of time, this chance?
You want it. Them. So desperately, it swells and aches and tugs at you, just as they do.
Time ticks forward, and you do not pull away. You don't try to hide, or evade. You just... exist. Between them. The rock and the hard place.Â
âAlright?â Simon murmurs, your tears now stopped, only delicate sniffles sounding from his chest. You nod, shifting backward to take them both in.
âI⌠if youâll have me, Iâll⌠Iâll stay, until I can find a place.â Inky dark shadow flickers across Simonâs face, but sunlight chases it away, happiness crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
âAre ye sure?â Johnny is hopeful, bright, and beautiful, and you tighten your grasp on his hand, holding it like youâll never let go. You take a deep breath-
You take the plunge.
A moment in the sun.Â
âIâm sure.â
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Levi's horrible flirting skills part 8.
Masterlist link to all the previous parts.
âSo... Kingâs anniversaryâs coronation. Are you coming?â Erwin casually dropped the question without a clear addressee, or at least in Leviâs opinion, as he played with a pen while waiting for the early morning meeting to end. He had only slept a very counted number of hours.Â
But as the silence reigned, it made him raise his attention, fearing that the question was directed at him. And indeed, it was. Erwin was looking at him.Â
âAre you coming?â Erwin insisted. âI donât think Iâve to remind you how important this event is.âÂ
Escaping the intense blue eyes, Levi pretended to be interested in anything else inside the room. âI... Iâm rather busy. Iâve got a lot of delayed paperwork I should work on over the weekend.âÂ
The commander looked exhausted as he stared back at him, the invitation slowly dropping onto the table. âIâm sure your boss, me, wouldnât mind you presenting your work a couple of days later.âÂ
âYou donât know my boss.âÂ
Erwin sighed loudly and put away the letter with the invitation. âYou know, very influential and powerful people attend these events. It would be great for the Scoutsâ economy if you could go and land us some donations.âÂ
He passed his plus-one invitation to Hange so they could try to get some donations for their titan investigations. Levi fought the urge to roll his eyes as Erwinâs speech was so frequent and repeated, like a mother angry at returning home to find the dishes not cleaned.Â
âYou know that me and influential filthy pigs donât get along.âÂ
âHey, Iâve been part of the Scouts longer, and he gets his own invitation while I get a plus-one?â The brunette complained.Â
ââCause youâre not Humanityâs strongest?â Levi asked back with a raised eyebrow. âIf you want it, Iâll gladly give you that stupid invitation.âÂ
âUgh, since that title landed you a date with that nurse of yours, youâve gotten cocky about it,â Hange pointed out playfully, intending to get on Leviâs last nerve.Â
Erwin chuckled as Levi squinted his eyes. âShe didnât go out with me because of it.âÂ
âNot even you believe that,â unlikely of him, Erwin joined in on the joke, making Levi roll his eyes and frown deeply.Â
âYou two are just so fucking jealous. When was the last time any of your titles or medals got you a chick?âÂ
The other twoâs silence spoke volumes as they searched for a proper comeback.Â
He began to notice the small changes, like when they met again in a hallway. She greeted him first over Erwin and, very important detail, she still called him âcaptain,â but Levi swore it had an underlying sexy accent to it... or at least thatâs what he liked to believe.Â
The first rule in the animal world is to land her interest; the second one? Maintain it. That means marking territory. This time subtly, he was not committing the same mistake twice.Â
How many hours was Levi sleeping to manage getting his paperwork done, his work as a captain, and trying to pay her as many visits as he could when he was over at the Capital for meetings? None, but at least he made sure a good couple of the MPs, who also walked around the hospital trying to land a nurse girlfriend, would think twice before approaching her.Â
âYou want scones? It was my day for buying supplies for the staff room,â she commented while moving around, preparing tea. Levi was there doing paperwork he brought with him. Balancing both of their schedules wasnât particularly easy, and perhaps thatâs why their second date was just going to be a little after-work dinner.Â
âMaybe... itâs my moment to casually imply that I donât have a sweet tooth.âÂ
âI donât like sweet stuff, actually.âÂ
â...great, just great.âÂ
The confusion was all over her face as she turned around. âOh...â she softly frowned as she gave it a deeper thought, â...but I gifted you a cake.âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Lips pressed together as she stared at him. âYou could just tell me.âÂ
âYeah well, the time I tried to just tell ya, you got angry at me for a good fucking time, so perhaps it wasnât the best idea.âÂ
How many times had he seen the same picture he had right in front of him, only separated by a couple of steps? Eyes rolling and clicking his tongue, finding it so idiotic that it was even annoying. The only sort of speech he could come up with for his own defense was that âhe wasnât in service,â and usually they were.Â
Yes, they. Military police members walking around downtown without the jackets of the uniform on, but instead, the green unicorn swinging as any of their girls walked around with them on their shoulders.Â
There she was, the wings of freedom adorning her back. The sleeves werenât on, just the shoulder pads casually resting on hers, preventing it from falling but not secured enough. âItâs like too cold... but too warm for my coat,â she had mentioned as they exited the building, doing honor to the season where taking the winter coat early in the morning is a good idea but, by afternoon, it hangs on your arm.Â
âHere,â he had said, and before he knew it, he was seeing her walking slightly ahead of him with the jackets contrasting against her doveish uniform.Â
Marking territory, isnât it all about that? Especially at the Capital, where all the MPs are looking at them as if they were the most absurd of all couples or perhaps itâs just plain jealousy.Â
âYouâre going to love them! The food is so good, and the portions are huge,â she commented behind him as she guided him through streets it was rather obvious she knew better than him. As the sky turned coral, with days getting longer, the golden hour only helped highlight how cute he found her like that.Â
âIâve become what I swore to destroy...âÂ
âIâm asking for a small one because if I eat too much, I am gonna fall asleep, and today Iâve got night service,â she commented, looking at the options at the street stand.Â
âThank god her suggestion wasnât some stupidly fancy shop at Mitras that would force me to eat plain rice for the rest of the month.âÂ
âYou work tonight?â he commented back as he decided what to eat.Â
âYes, there are a lot of mothers who reported feeling contractions. I may be working all night,â she replied before pointing, âIf you like spicy, those sauces are great.âÂ
He handed the money to the owner as he received both options and passed hers forward with his left hand.Â
âThank you~â she sang, smiling back at him.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he muttered as he put away the change back in his wallet.Â
âHavinâ a girlfriend is expensive.âÂ
He felt the tug from his arm as she gripped his hand and began to guide him. âCome on, I know a good spot at the park,â she said enthusiastically as she hand-hold dragged him.Â
Her hand felt stupidly soft against his, he thought, and delicate as if the absurd feeling of breaking it crossed his mind.Â
â...but 100% worth it.âÂ
He let her drag him, mostly because she could hardly even dream of moving him if he refused, but if she wished to get him somewhere, he would just let her have it.Â
âIâve to give it to them... the Capital is full of classist snob jerks, but the places are fucking nice,â he thought, recalling how the downtown closer to the Scoutsâ facility at Â
Wall Rose always smelled like horse dung, the little poor town always looked a bit grey, and there wasnât much to do there. In contrast, the huge park with well-kept green grass, flowers, kids with expensive uniforms, statues, and decorated benches like the one they were sitting on marked a difference, especially since that place received the early spring sun directly.Â
âThere go my taxes.âÂ
âMH-â she hummed, passing down a bite from her meal, âYou want to taste mine?âÂ
Pushing her option in his direction for him to take a bite, Levi checked their surroundings and felt the shame of perhaps someone seeing him doing that, but he soon began to suspect that keeping a relationship would require him to start doing a lot of embarrassing stuff. He took one bite and hummed in agreement.Â
Swallowing, he said with his usual monotone voice, âWanna taste mine?âÂ
As she bent forward to take a bite, Levi forced himself to look away as perhaps there were too many kids around to even think it.Â
âWhy when she offers it, itâs cute, and when I do it, I sound like a fucking pervert?âÂ
âMhhm, very good, I like yours. Itâs more creamy!âÂ
â...stop it, please.âÂ
As they ate, he asked, âDo you like kids?âÂ
She turned around, confused, almost shocked. âFuckâno. I didnât mean it like that,â Levi quickly realized how odd that sounded. âI mean, the Midwife path is hard, so you must like kids a lot.âÂ
âI mean if you want to reply to the other question, itâs also valid... I like kids very fucking much, let me know when youâre willing to start practicing,â he thought.Â
âAh!â she exclaimed, understanding he referred to their previous conversation about her prospects of work tonight. âI became an orphan very young; both of my parents were very old when they decided to have me, so they passed away before I finished my studies. And midwifery is a very necessary but judged profession. Most of my coworkers canât do it because their husbands or fathers think itâs inappropriate for a girl to be around strangersâ houses in the middle of the night.âÂ
âSo... since Iâve nobody to tell me what I can or canât do, I decided I should do it,â she replied to him. âThis is a good time to tell you, I guess, that Iâm not dropping my career.âÂ
Levi shook his head. âI donât mind it.âÂ
âThatâs why I went to Erwinâs office the other time,â she commented, making Levi frown, recalling the scene. âHe was helping me write a project to present to the higher ranks.âÂ
Her enthusiasm dropped slightly. âBut... they didnât accept it. I felt so bad.âÂ
âAh, that was why you were all weeping when we returned from the expedition?â he dropped the detail, but mostly because the idea was still lingering in his head.Â
One hand covered her mouth, and then she blushed. âAh! You saw that?! So embarrassing,â she said, giving a subtle little hit on his arm playfully. âWhy didnât those morons accept it?âÂ
She shrugged with a soft sigh. âThey said something about the government resources not being enough for that proposal.âÂ
âTch, they have money for their stupid events but not for this? What did you propose?âÂ
âUgh... mh.hmp,â she seemed reluctant to reply and hummed incoherently. âI... donât want to offend you.âÂ
Levi frowned deeply but raised a single eyebrow as a silent question.Â
âIt was about doing campaigns of pre-natal check-ups on the underground pregnant women. Sometimes they have difficult pregnancies, and the lucky ones are dragged up here if they have some connections when the situation is already unsalvageable. The pre-natal non-permanent posts are all around the walls except there... but, well, I told you their resolution,â she scratched the side of her neck nervously as she explained. Â
âProbably because we will have to bring security to go, and MPs do not want to participate.âÂ
âWhy would that offend me?â Levi spat out the question as her nervousness appeared ridiculous.Â
âOh well... I thought that perhaps itâs a sensitive topic for you, and I didnât want to ruin the mood.âÂ
âIâm not that soft,â Levi replied quietly, but he felt completely different. He knew she was kind-hearted, but it warmed him that, despite the idea not reaching far, at least there were people trying to change something. âYou should keep trying until those assholes listen to you.âÂ
She hummed positively. âYou could try to change their minds,â she suggested between chuckles.Â
Levi scoffed. âTalk to Erwin; heâs the one who doesnât allow me to beat their asses.âÂ
âEverything is going so well... itâs suspicious.âÂ
âOh! Careful!â she said, catching his attention before she ran her finger through his chin and then sucked it clean. âYouâre going to dirty your shirtâs neck.âÂ
â... just let me fuck you already, Iâm on my knees.âÂ
âI was thinking...â she started, turning around to look at him, doll eyes and a cheeky smile. âMaybe we could hang out this upcoming weekend. The celebrations for the kingâs coronation will be ongoing all night all around the walls. I thought that maybe we could stroll around too.âÂ
Levi was already sweating cold; she was taking the initiative, inviting him out... there was only one issue.Â
âWouldnât it be nice?âÂ
âEhmââÂ
âThink of an excuse, you asshole.âÂ
âI... I actually have to stay at my place that weekend,â he said, but his last words were quickly followed by a soft pout, puppy eyes, and a subtle âOw,â from her. Levi wasnât usually a person to give excuses or unnecessarily explain himself.Â
âOh shit, itâs not that I donât want toâitâs just thatââÂ
âI had this stupid invitation to the higher-ranks party whatsoever andââÂ
âAnd Iâm kinda escaping my responsibility of attending that shitty party thatâs whyâoh... oh no,â he thought.Â
Her eyes began to shine, and the smile returned to her features. âOh my god, youâre going to the official party?âÂ
âNo... no I wasnât goingâthatâs the whole point,â he thought.Â
âI always wanted to go to one of those,â she said with a dreamy stare, her voice subtle and soft, almost begging but not quite.Â
âNo, for fuckâs sake, donât look at me like that.âÂ
âÂ
âThese are the preparations for the upcoming week, and Iâve already reviewed your paperwork, and they seem alright,â Erwin reorganized the piles of paper in front of him quickly for the other soldier.Â
Slender fingers picked it up, returning to the doorâs direction, yet the pace was rather odd, and the fingers tapped the new papers with uneasiness. Erwin didnât pay it much mind as he returned to filling out the multiple letters he needed to get ready so they would be sent first thing the upcoming morning. Spreading dust over the black ink so it would dry quicker, his movements were controlled yet rushed.Â
âSo... I was wondering... do you still have that invitation?âÂ
Those words made the blond freeze up mid-movement. He slowly looked up at Levi, who was standing in the middle of his office. Each second that passed, announced by the clock, changed the Commanderâs expression from confused to angry as his thick eyebrows drew together.Â
Straightening up but not saying a word, his fingers intertwined. âTell me, Levi... how many years have you worked with the scouts?âÂ
âTch,â Levi switched his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossing on top of his chest. Levi rolled his eyes, annoyed, âWhat does that even matter? Five.âÂ
âAh, yes, I see,â Erwin muttered as if he didnât already know the answer. âAnd how many balls, parties, and official events have you been invited to?âÂ
The Captain had a feeling where this was going and only frowned deeply. âMany... all of them.âÂ
âYes, thatâs correct,â the blond confirmed slowly as if the information needed to sink in. âYou see, Iâm asking because it seems like I must be losing my memory... because I canât recall a single damn time you went to any of those events without me having to coerce you into it.âÂ
âWhen I donât go to those shitty events, itâs about me not supporting the scouts. When I decide to fucking go, itâs also an issue?âÂ
âNo, no, no, no,â Erwin clicked his tongue repeatedly, âYou didnât decide to go... she wants to go, isnât it?âÂ
Silence. Reigning silence.Â
âAre you making me a jealousy scene?â Levi raised an eyebrow, confused.Â
âNo, I just canât believe that as your boss and friend, Iâve begged you all this time to go to those events, and youâre going because a girlâmy friendâasked you to. Youâre so henpecked it should give you secondhand embarrassment.âÂ
âFine! Yes, yes, Iâm doing it for her. Happy?â Levi replied, offended. âIn a week and a half, weâre leaving for an expedition, and Iâve not even seen a shitty ankle! Fucking excuse me for trying to get laid before I risk my life out there with one of your suicidal plans! Maybe I should get out of here and ask Mike what type of stupid bullshit you did to get Marieâs attention.âÂ
The battle of stares was over when, reluctantly, Erwin pulled out the invitation from his drawer and handed it over, âHere, thank you for reconsidering it.âÂ
âYouâre welcome... Iâm in favor of the plans for the upcoming expedition, by the way,â Levi walked back to the desk to pick up the letter and replied as he took the piece of paper with him.Â
âGlad to hear.âÂ
And the two of them carried on with their responsibilities as if neither of them had ever mentioned anything.Â
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Dr. Tanya Haj-Hassan, a pediatric intensive care physician who works with MĂŠdecins Sans Frontières and co-founded @GazaMedicVoices, has emerged as one of the most prominent voices raising the alarm about the hell Israel has created for Gazaâs healthcare workers. Mary Turfah: Yesterday, I came across a report of a third mass grave unearthed at Al-Shifa Hospital. One month ago, as the first mass graves there were being uncovered, you were interviewed by Sky News. The anchor cited Israeli military sources saying that they had detained âhundreds of Hamas militantsâ within the complex, then asked you what you thought of that. Could you speak to your response to him, and to this persistent obsession with âmilitants at Al-Shifa,â when not a single hospital in Gaza has been spared, and when there have been mass graves [seven in total to date] uncovered at multiple hospitals in Gaza? Tanya Haj-Hassan: Yeah. I think my response was something to the effect of, I canât believe weâre still having this conversation. Everybody from a medical or humanitarian background is so sick of having to respond to these atrocious, preposterous justifications that are being provided for things that are never justifiable. I thought the Hamas and Al-Shifa question was buried a long time ago. There were several weeks where thatâs all we were asked about in interviews. There were multiple investigations done that concluded no credible evidence existed to justify the attacks on Al-Shifa. And then, Al-Shifa was targeted again, besieged again. Then, eventually, Al-Shifa started functioning again. The staff were so proud of the fact that they got it functioning again. That second time, the hospital was again besieged and targeted. A lot of the staff were taken out into the courtyard of the hospital, where the male staff were stripped. Israeli soldiers beat several of the healthcare providers. A very, very senior person at Al Shifa, an older doctor, was eventually released and came on foot to Al-Aqsa Hospital. And immediately, he went back to work. I was at Al-Aqsa Hospital when he turned up disheveled, beard down to here, exhausted, having lost I donât know how many kilos, hadnât seen his family for five months, didnât have a phone, didnât have proper shoes, didnât have proper clothes. They fled with basically nothing. And many of the other healthcare providers who were taken outside with him were abducted. I think his testimonies of what happened and the amount of work they had put into getting Al-Shifa functioning again made the question of the Sky News anchor even more infuriating. Because thatâs the reality I had just come out of, and to hear him then ask a health professional who had spent the last few weeks resuscitating dead and dying children that have been maimed to an extent that I donât think Iâll ever be able to forgetâeven though I think for my own well-being, it would probably be good if I would forget some of those imagesâI found it so insulting. Insulting to me, to the healthcare providers who had risked their lives to stay at Al-Shifa, who had lost 25 percent of their body weight, who were exhausted. Insulting to the health care providers who had been killed at Al-Shifa, fleeing from Al-Shifa, to the civilians who were executed there. Itâs insulting to our intellect. Itâs insulting to humanity
MT: Last week, it was revealed that Dr. Adnan Al-Bursh, a renowned orthopedic surgeon in Gaza, was tortured to death inside of Israeli prisons, according to eyewitness testimony, after he had been abducted from the hospital where he was providing life-saving care, back in December. Hundreds of medical workers have been killed to date, and many more injured. You said in one interview that doctors and healthcare workers are changing out of their scrubs before leaving the hospital so that theyâre not targeted. On top of this, the doctors in Gaza have been working basically nonstop for 215 days. As someone who has worked in Gaza, I was wondering if you could say a bit about what your colleagues are facing day-to-day. THH: I want to start with the abduction of healthcare workers, because itâs so underreported, to the point where myself and my colleagues, medical providers working our own jobs, are doing the investigative work. Theyâre systematic. There have been at least 240 abductions documented by our groupâ MT: 240?! THH: At least 240, and Iâm not talking about whatâs reported by the Ministry of Health, which I believe is an even higher number. We documented that at least 240 healthcare workers have been abducted and detained by Israeli forces, the majority of whom have not been released. And the ones who have been released are providing testimonies of torture, of themselves but also the torture that theyâve witnessed. Iâve taken testimonies. One, a three-hour-long testimony about the torture inflicted on [my friend,] a nurse, for 53 days in custody, accusing him of being part of Hamas, of his family being part of Hamas, even though the fact that he was released tells you he wasnât part of Hamas. Given the extent to which he was tortured, Iâm surprised that he survived. And he has not survived with his physical and mental health intact. He has scars, he has nightmares. He had hematuria, so bleeding when he urinated, for weeks after he was released.
Please read this interview as it sheds light on the horrors doctors, nurses, and other medical workers in Gaza have endured
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Could you do Carlisle Cullen x wife fem!reader where she accompanied Bella to the hospital and someone tries to flirt with her and he saw what happened and got jealous even though they have been married for centuriesđ¤. Add something you'd like. Tag me later! Thanks.
Not Interested (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader)
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Summary: Hearing the news about Edward saving Bella from a rogue van, you rushed to the hospital. While trying to find your husband and family, you seem to attract some unwanted attention.
A/N: tweaked the first part of the request but thatâs it. au where esme doesnât exist
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When you had gotten a call from Alice telling you that Edward had saved Chief Swanâs daughter and Rosalie had followed the ambulance they were in to the hospital, you knew you had to go over to play mediator. Rosalie was very clear about her stance on Edwardâs infatuation with Bella and the danger that infatuation could put all of you in; it was becoming a constant topic of argument between the two. Besides, it wouldnât hurt to visit your husband.
The hospital parking lot was a bit crowded when you arrived, you felt lucky when you finally found a spot. It seemed that everyone was concerned about Bellaâs well-being, even though you heard that she was very adamant about being okay.
You pushed through the small crowd to get inside and went to the receptionistâs desk.
âHello, Mary!â You said with a polite smile. Being married to the best doctor in Forks, who worked long hours, had made you acquainted with almost everyone on the staff. âDo you know if Carlisle is busy right now?â
âHeâs with a patient, but Iâll page him so he knows to come down when heâs done.â She responded with a sweet tone. You thanked her and sat in the small waiting room, grabbing a magazine off the table to flip through as you waited for your husband or one of your kids to come.
From the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching you. Thinking it was one of your children or Carlisle, you glanced up. But it was just a stranger, so you stuck your nose back in the magazine.
âHey.â The man said, sitting in the seat next to you. You subtly shifted away from him. âI donât think Iâve seen you around before. Are you new to town?â
You were a bit surprised that he didnât know you or recognized you, at the very least. Even though you usually stayed at home, you were well-known around the hospital and the high school. Besides, your family was a bit of a hot topic, being so pale and mysterious and keeping to yourselves. And this was a small town where everyone knew everyone.
âNope.â You responded, trying to be polite while also conveying that you werenât interested in talking much. âIâve lived here for a few years.â
âThen why havenât I seen you around?â He leaned forward, a curious smirk on his face. You did your best to hide your grimace.
âI guess weâve never been in the same place at the same time.â
âWell, thatâs a shame. Maybe we should do something to fix that.â You wanted to roll your eyes at his forwardness. To him, you were a complete stranger sitting in a hospital. For all he knew, you could be waiting to see a family member on their deathbed, and he wants to flirt. âDo you wanna maybe go get a drink?â
âIâm fine.â You replied with indifference.
âAw, donât be like that. I bet I could show you a good time.â
You laughed, shutting the magazine and dropping it onto the table. You could sense someone coming down the hall, and you knew exactly who it was. And you knew he was making his steps a little heavier than usual to make his presence known.Â
âBelieve me, Iâm not interested.â By the time you were standing and looking down on the stranger, Carlisle had reached the waiting room, his gaze fixated on the two of you. You turned your head and smiled brightly. âDarling! There you are!â
You strode over to your husband and kissed him on the cheek, the faintest lip print being left on his pale cheek. You could feel the jealousy radiating off of him, but the slight snarl on his lips turned into a loving smile.
âHello, dear.â His arm was wound firmly around your waist, the tips of his fingers skimming your hip. The hold felt possessive, like he needed to make it clear to this mystery man and anyone who passed by you that they had no chance. It was amusing to you that even after a few centuries of marriage, Carlisle still felt jealous when someone tried to win you over, even when you were blatantly uninterested.Â
Speaking of the stranger, Carlisle gave him a glaring glance, and he knew it was time for him to leave. When he was out the door, Carlisle softened.Â
âWhat are you doing down here?â
âAlice told me about the van.â You said, pursing your lips. âI had a bit of a feeling that Rosalie would come here to have a word or two with Edward about the whole thing.â
âYou, my little angel, are very smart.â Carlisle smiled down at you before nodding towards the other side of the room, where two of your children were quietly hissing arguments to each other. âAnd they are right on time.â
You laughed a little before letting Carlisle walk you over to Rosalie and Edward to hear the full story, even though you had already gotten most of it from Alice. The entire time, Carlisleâs arm stayed around you, a constant reminder to everyone that you belonged to each other for eternity.
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Could you please do it for Sylus too? Please https://www.tumblr.com/strwberri-milk/753546840195186688/hi-good-morning-afternoon-evening-ive?source=share
ive got a very loose idea of who he is right now so it might not be the most accurate - might be a little too cold, abrasive? but hopefully i adjust as we slowly learn more about him uwu
He keeps track of everything relevant to you. He doesn't necessarily check obsessively, but if something's happening in Linkon he expects to be alerted fairly quickly. Ever since the two of you became official you began to tolerate Mephisto's presence a lot better than before. Sylus won't tell you but he's glad you do, able to let his mind rest in ease that there's a quick way to get at you.
When Mephisto returns to his home worse for wear Sylus immediately knows something's wrong. He retrieves the recording device from the bird, quickly scouring the footage for the last time the crow saw you. He's met with your face, blood that he hopes isn't yours as you try to tell Mephisto to go. At this point the little robotic bird is too compromised for the recording software to do an effective job but that's all he needs to see.
He heads into the city, seeing all of the recovery efforts. He was under the impression that the crisis was ongoing, neglecting to actually check the date that the recording software recorded of the video he was watching. He pulls out his phone as he makes his way around the city, trying to get in touch with you.
When hours start to go by with not even a peep from you he feels equal parts fury and desperation mix inside of him. On the outside he just looks incredibly pissed, nobody able to figure out why this man looks so angry but it's just the way he looks when he's worried about you.
He doesn't want to contact anybody else in your life, respecting your wish to keep him as separate from your coworkers as much as possible. That doesn't stop him from hacking into phones and computers, trying to figure out if any of them have eyes or ears on you. He finally manages to find a promising text thread sent by one of the officers you work with, finally making it to your hospital.
Surprisingly, he's patient with the staff at the front, waiting for them to go through procedure before finally coming into your hospital room. You look perfectly fine, him breathing a sigh of relief that you don't see.
"You're alright," he says at the sight of you, standing next to your bed.
"Sylus? I didn't call you, did I? I mean - my phone's been out for days at this point."
His brows furrow at the mention. Days? He didn't realise he'd drop the ball that badly.
"You should have known I would have found you no matter what. Even without tracking your phone."
"Oh - Mephisto! How is he?" you ask quickly, sitting up in the bed.
Sylus immediately reaches out to grab your hand, scowling at you in a way that's not exactly unkind but you still don't like it. You shy away from his touch just the slightest bit, feeling bad for worrying him so much. He sees the way you flinch, taking your hand in his a little more forcibly as his other hand comes to support your back.
"He'll be fine. Just some repairs - nothing worse than what he might sustain at the N109 zone. Focus on yourself."
"I don't need to. The doctors said I'm fine, really. I got there after the worst of it."
He looks at you skeptically, shaking his head.
"I don't care what they said. Rest until you're well enough for me to check you out. Then I'm taking you home. With me. You're going to get yourself into more danger if I'm not watching you."
You sigh to yourself, knowing there was no way of you arguing your way out of this. Despite his cold demeanour you know he's just looking for a reason to spoil you and you might just have to milk it a bit.
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I know that sinners canonically cant have kids but I don't care atm cause I got baby fever REAL BAD. So lets just... pretend that fact doesn't exist for this ask haha. Can you do headcannons for how Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, and Husk would react to finding out their s/o is pregnant?
Adam
You were terrified to tell him at first about the pregnancy. Being the first man and all is hard, but being the first man's angelic kid now may be more challenging.
Not to mention, Adam didn't give off fatherly vibes; he was more like a daddy in the sheets vibe. However, what sealed the deal for you that maybe he could be a father was how he treated Emily.
When you finally confessed, Adam was the happiest man alive. He doted on you hand and foot. He wanted you to have the smoothest pregnancy, and after seeing Eve do it a bajillion times, he had a good idea.
He loved holding your belly for you. Do you want 5 extra minutes of breathing room? Sure, he got you. Do you want to sleep on your side? He is right there.
When you finally pop, he is there the whole time, coaching you through the experience. He holds your hand and lets you call him every name in the book with no sarcastic remarks.
After you hold your baby first, he is eager to be the second. As he holds your bundle of joy, he is a broken, happy man. He will do everything to protect your child and you. He would still be the same old Adam, but with his lover and child, he is a big old softie.
Lucifer
He openly talked about another child, often even getting Charlie to join in. He wanted to have a family with you so badly, and even when you told him no, Charlie was enough, he still tried.
You were the one that was the most afraid just because your body was changing and that can be scary. However, Lucifer loved every second of your changing body. He would even show you what size the baby was each month.
He was about following the best routines and processes to have a child. So he kept you on a regimen; however, our man here was not afraid to let you cheat a few times to curb those cravings the baby was making.
He warned you how big Charlie was and offered that maybe a C-Section would be better, but both agreed whatever the doctors and midwives say you'll do. So long as you lived, he was happy and content.
When you finally had the baby, Lucifer fainted approximately 4 times. No one fully knew why, but he did get found all 4 times by various staff at the hospital.
Once he got to hold the baby, he was a tearful mess. Honestly, until your child was about 6 or 7, he would cry holding them. He is a fantastic dad who cherishes all the time he gets with you and your now two kids.
Alastor
The man was in denial for a very long time. He was convinced he never needed children, that he wouldn't be like his father and would become a corrupt powerhouse.
Yet when you ashamedly asked one day what he would say if you were pregnant, he was a blushing mess. You, his little lover, full and round with his offspring.
When he realized you asked cause you actually were, he was terrified and elated. He went to Rosie first to learn all he could to help you.
He was far more affectionate and possessive over you, the animal instincts kicking in. He wanted to ensure you were safe and well taken care of so you could make him a fine, healthy baby.
When you finally went Into labor, his nerves were overwhelming you, so he had to sit outside. As soon as the doctors came out, he was rushing into your room to see you.
Once it was his turn to hold the baby, he genuinely cried and smiled with the child. Soft coos and smooth jazz played as he rocked the baby. He was so excited to make a little psycho prodigy.
Husk
He never wanted kids. Saw them as an annoying excuse to give up on life. He wanted money, power, and fame. That was till his soul was taken. Then he didn't want kids cause fuck Alastor.
However, you came into his life, and things just changed perfectly. These urges to domesticate and have a soft life with you. Even with Alastor looming around, he wanted to have a little family.
He feared what Alastor would do or say when you showed him the test. Yet he was happy to know you wanted to go on this journey with him.
He was supported by most of the hotel and was able to get you a whole nursery set up so that you two could easily care for the baby while still maintaining your duties at the hotel.
When you finally popped, he wasn't expecting multiple babies. I mean, yeah, your stomach was big, but three kids at once. He was a little shell-shocked, to say the least. Cats always have a big litter.
He was a soft and caring father. He would never drink while the kids were awake and made sure you didn't do all the work alone. He loved being the one to calm their worries with sweet words and gentle touch.
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Heyyy :) glad your back đ¤đ¤đ¤ I donât know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you do, how would the slashers flirt with nurse? (Particularly five since he is like a old man I thought that would be funny) no worries if you canât, I love your work âŁď¸âŁď¸âŁď¸
Warning: Highly suggestive.
Bo Sinclair :
"WellâŚHello there, sugar pie. Ya lookinâ mighty alone. Mind if I change that fer ya ?"
Captain Smooth and Sailing. Bo knows how to be charming and heâd just waltz in with the biggest grin on his face and lean back before shooting you a smouldering gaze.
He knows what he wants and will go to any means to get it. And I mean anyâŚ
Bo *sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around you before giving you a kiss on the shoulder* "âŚGood morninâ, sunflowerâŚHow ya doinâ ? Good ? Thatâs greatâŚ" *whispers in your ear* "Bet I could make it better fer ya though."
He can be smooth, but also filthy. Depends on the day. One day heâll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the next heâll be slapping your ass and calling it a day.
Pennywise:
Pennywise doesnât touch. And doesnât like being touched. His flirtation will be very limited and subtle. Itâll mostly be grins and cackles and mocking huffsâŚ
Pennywise: "WellâŚHello there, beautiful. Do you know that your hair is a mess and you look more like an asylum patient than a nurse today ?"
You *roll your eyes and start walking away* "Good morning to you too, Pennywise."
Him *snickers behind you* "Good morning indeed. If I still had to spook children to get my food, Iâd certainly take your morning faceâŚThatâd do the trick."
YeahâŚThatâs Pennywise flirting. He wouldnât flirt with you face to faceâŚbut heâd still do some things from time to time.
For example, you may find breakfast magically appearing on your desk, or a cup of (h/d) next to you when you finally sit and take a break.
Penny :
Penny *hugs you tightly and refuses to let you go*
You : "âŚPenny. I need to work."
Penny *squeezes you harder*
YeahâŚYou wonât get any work done. Thatâs for sure. Penny is stubborn. He will not leave you alone and will keep holding you until he has enough.
Thatâs his way of flirting.
ButâŚHe has another side to him.
He bites. He can use it to show affection. He does it sometimes with his brother and the other slashers, but heâd be extra gentle with you and be careful not to hurt you.
Heâd bite your wrist, your neck, your cheekâŚJust to say that he appreciates you. And even if itâs just to say hello. Thatâs Penny flirting. He doesnât use words, but actions.
Vincent :
He takes pictures of you. They were pretty innocent at first. Heâd take pictures of you walking around the hospital and taking care of the patients. The staff even used his photographs to advertise the hospital.
But quicklyâŚthe photographs became recurrent and more intimate. Heâd follow you around and almost beg you to pose for him.
Heâd become obsessed and bring you some of his morbid art pieces for you two to simply talk and be close to you.
And you try to deny him attention ?
The man knows how to get what he wants. Heâs similar to Bo in that way, but where Bo is demanding ? Vincent is all about begging and whining.
Heâd go down on his knees and grab the hem of your shirt to pull you towards him and beg you to let him take photographs of you and keep them. Take some for hisâŚpersonal use.
Vincent flirting is desperation.
Heâd beg you until you give him the time of day.
Michael Myers :
Michael *wordlessly pats his thigh*
The seat is all yours if you want it.
Kidding. Or not.
*cough cough*
Michael likes to cook and heâd fix you meals to cheer you up and listen to you if you need to. Heâd be the perfect gentleman and even though he canât talk, heâd make it obvious that he likes you through other means.
Heâd protect you and make sure you are happy.
Unfortunately, because he canât help bu want to kill you all the time, itâd be very difficult for the both of you to actually go on a date or go more than flirting basis. But, heâd still try to let you know that he likes you sometimes.
Michael *takes your hand and pulls you into a tight hug*
Michael may look or sound unapproachable at first, but it is because he is afraid of giving into hate and just lose control over the little humanity he has leftâŚ
Freddy Krueger :
"Yo. Wanna bang ?"
Freddy is NOT subtle. Heâs a slimy and sleazy little goblin who loves nothing more than touch, grab, grope and squeeze.
Heâd follow you around like your personal horny demon.
"Coooome on ! I know ya wanna see whatâs in my pants ! Just say yes, sweetheart ! See how daddy does it !"
Filthy language and sleazy smirks all the way. Heâd be whistling after you and tip his fedora at you or lick his lips while looking you up and down.
To make it short: Flirty is his middle name and heâd just make sure to let you know that he is ALWAYS available and ready.
Freddy *smirks and takes your hand before dancing with you* "COME ON ! Move those curves, lovely !" *cackles*
Freddy may look and sound like a scumbag most of the time, but he is capable of being romantic. He only lets special people see it.
Jason :
Jason is shy and will never be confrontational when it comes to flirting.
He maybe waves at you and hugs you sometimes, but not enough for you to understand what he means.
But, he is good with his hands and soon enough, goes to work.
Jason leaves you gifts. On your desk, on your nightstand, or any place he thinks you and only you would find them.
He carves little wooden figurines, mostly of frogs that he leaves around for you to find. And you always do. You then put then on a special shelf in the living room for everyone to see and admire.
It may not have been the initial goal, but he is happy to see you smile. And that is all he needsâŚ
Norman Bates :
"My darlingâŚWould youâŚWould you do me the honour of going on a special outing with me ? Just the two of us ?"
Norman was an anxious wreck. He had sweaty hands and an nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to say yes. He had been thinking about a way to approach the matter with you for weeksâŚ
You smiled back and when you acceptedâŚhe was overjoyed.
Norman is rather old-fashioned. His way of flirting is asking you out and treating you like a princess (or a prince)
Heâd be more than happy to compliment you all day long and simply brush his fingers against yours while you stare deeply into each otherâs eyes.
Five Hargreeves :
"Tell me, Y/N. Are you alright ?"
You glanced back at him and blinked twice at the child who just asked you that question.
"âŚLast time I checked. Yes."
You then focused back on your work and tried to forget about it, but then Five sat down on your desk to look at the papers you were signing.
You didnât think much of it until he rested his hand on the back of your neck and his thumb traced circles there.
You looked up at him, and he stared right back. You knew he was technically older inside butâŚYou still swapped his hand away.
"Okay. What do you want ?"
"You. Me. Drink."
Your eyes widened and you looked around.
"How about you come back to me when you areâŚsayâŚ15 years older ?"
Yeah. He may be older in his mind. But his body is still very much the one of a child soâŚWait and see.
Patrick Bateman :
"Y/N. It has come to my attention that we havenât had sex yet. Care to explain why ?"
That man has the ego of a mansion. He wouldnât be flirting, heâd be practical.
Who needs feelings ? Who needs flirting ? He knows you find him attractive. And you know he finds you attractive. Why waste time on things like flirting ?
Patrick Bateman is a business man.
He sees a relationship as unnecessary as long as it doesnât bring him anything.
So, if he starts showing interest in you ?
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..
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Run.
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Hello! I wanted to say I love your writing and super eager for more! That said, I was recently diagnosed with cancer and was wondering how the lads would react to an MC who was diagnosed with it or something similar? If that's too dark, I'm sorry!
Thank you and I hope your day is great! :)
a/n: i am so sorry anon, i hope you're taking care of yourself and that this can bring you some comfort đđđŤeveryone wish anon well!!
LaDS when MC has a cancer diagnosis
Xavier
After a few moments of silence, he accepts the reality of your diagnosis and begins making plans on how to make your life easier. Whatever you need, he'll do it, no questions asked.
For your sake, Xavier is as calm and steadfast as ever. He wants you to continue living life as normally as possible. He'll do subtle, thoughtful things just to remind you how important you are to him and that heâll always love you, no matter what comes.
With Jenna and your team's full support, you and Xavier both take a leave of absence from duty so Xavier can take care of you during your treatment.
Tara takes the lead in organizing visits and dividing chores they can do so you can rest with nothing to worry about. She spends almost as much time with you as Xavier does and heâs immensely grateful so many support you both.
Xavier listens to your worries and fears. Say what you feel, he's here to shoulder it with you without judgment.
Rafayel
His first reaction is anger â not at you, but at this horrible situation.
No one deserves this and he's so frustrated he can't just make this go away with the money or influence he has. What is it all for if he can't take care of you?
But this isn't about him. Rafayel might not be the most natural caretaker but your bond is forever. He won't just abandon you now.
He can't sleep that night after you tell him so he works till dawn converting a spare room into your home away from home. Being near the sea can help improve your health, right? Well, maybe you should stay with him for while, then!
Rafayel, despite what he may think, is actually a pretty good nurse, fussing over you and making you feel special while keeping your spirits high. He is so attuned to you and your needs, itâs as easy as breathing.
Zayne
As your physician, he saw the signs early on but quickly passed your case on to someone more qualified than him. He couldn't allow his feelings to get in the way of getting you the best possible care.
Zayne is there at every meeting, every check up, every treatment. He didn't expect it to be so difficult from getting too involved but he knows he would be nothing but a hinderance to the team treating you.
So he puts his faith in the capable staff of Akso Hospital while he dedicates himself to your emotional and mental health. He only goes into the hospital a few times a week for his more urgent patients, otherwise, heâs at home with you.
Zayne becomes so considerate and gentle, you'll wonder how you ever thought he was cold. Through it all, he will be your rock.
You need him, now more than ever, and Zayne takes that more seriously than ever oath heâs ever made.
Sylus
Mephisto is never far away so when youâre walking home after getting the news, youâre not very surprised to see Sylus waiting in a dark alley by your apartment. He will pull you into his embrace without a word and hold you together as you fall apart.
Sylus wants to know how you want to proceed and then he wants you to give him permission to make it a reality. Heâs always silently hoping youâll use his resources but now heâs almost pleading.
He keeps some sense of normalcy by continuing to tease and antagonize you, though now more gently than before and only if itâll get you to smile.
Sylus wishes you could stay with him in the N109 Zone but he knows itâs impossible. You could never get the proper treatment there and he canât leave his domain for too long. But the twins and Mephisto can do everything he cannot and that brings him some solace.
In time, you and Mephisto become closer until he has a nest in your room and you wake up every morning to something new and shiny on your windowsill to cheer you up. Having even just an extension of Sylus with you until the man himself comes to visit you at night is more comforting than you ever imagined.
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HEY HEY HEY
Dear author, I would like to know if you are taking requests for Twilight? Do you write to Carlisle Cullen? If yes, please I request something for Carlisle Cullen!Wife (in this universe, Esme does not exist). Where others treat her like a mother and she has a certain affinity with wolves (even though she is a vampire). So just a mommy to my vampire clan a best friend/mother figure to my shapeshifter clan đŤśđťđŤśđť.
I hope I wasn't rude!!!
Carlisle as your husband HCs
Paring: Carlisle Cullen x Wife!Reader
Summary: life as a motherly figure to the wolves and Carlisle being your man.
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Carlisle and you:
So I think Carlisle would want you to stay human as long as possible. You knew he'd never turn someone who had a choice, it annoyed you but you weren't gonna push it like Bella did to Edward.
To say the least he was nervous to talk to you at first, you had just gotten a job a pediatric surgeon at the Forks hospital. He was smitten from the moment he saw you. He would say he's a calm and collected man, but when he saw you he lost all confidence.
It would probably take him a bit for him to talk to you rather your mates or not, this was the first time he actually felt shy around a woman. He would steal glances at you all the time at work and admire you from a far.
You would always smile at him and be so kind and gentle. That being said you actually asked him out, that pissed off the whole femal staff of the hospital. You so confidently asked him to see a movie with you and he immediately said yes.
âYes! I mean I w-would love too, thank you for the offer... I-it's a dateâ
You guys get married before you changed. From the day you started to dating up until your weddings you guys just sorta lived in the moment.
There was times he would be nervous or scared that he'd hurt you but he wasn't a big baby about like your dear son Eddie. You trusted him with your life and being around you for so long the fear was gone quickly.
So, I said he'd never turn someone who had a choice, well unfortunately you got sick around the time you turned the same age as him. There's no amount of words that explain the sadness Carlisle felt when he heard you had cancer, but on the bright side he could turn you and you wouldn't be in any more pain.
The family welcomed you with open arms and the kids got attached quickly. They all love you and you treat them like they were your own children.
Carlisle is and will always be husband meteral. He treats you like a queen and you guys even sorta acted like a married couple even before you actually tied the knot.
He's very affectionate person with you. Always kissing your forehead or hugging you.
If you want attention you'll seek it, it doesn't matter if he's reading or doing paperwork you'll cuddle up to his chest and he'll continue working.
He loves having you in his lap while he's doing God knows what in his office. He'll have you against his chest and he'll his rest his chin on your shoulder and continue working.
âDoc, you almost done?â you asked, playing with the buttons on his shirt.
Yeah, you call him Doc. You use that more than his actual name, that and Carr. If he hears his actual names he thinks he's in trouble.
âHey, Carlisle can you come here please!â you shouted from another room.
His eyes widened and he raced into the living room where you were. âWhat did I do?â
You raised an eyebrow confused. ânothing that I know of, what's wrong with you?â
âwhy did you call me that?â he asked with puppy eyes, yeah he's been around Emmett for too long.
You chuckled a bit. âCan you please get that book for meâ you said pointing to the high shelf. âof courseâ he nodded relived he didn't do anything wrong.
If he dose something wrong Emmett will rat him out, trust me.
His kisses are always full of passion and love. He makes sure you know your the only girl he wants and since your a vampire he isn't afraid to hurt you, but that doesn't mean he's rough with you or just doesn't care.
You guys dance alot too, at night when the right song is playing you guys just sway around in your room without a care in the world.
He loves leaving love notes for you, sometimes he'll just put them around the house for you to find. Sometimes it'll be on the bathroom mirror other times it'll be on your nightstand. They're always so sweet and loving
'If I were to kiss you and then go to hell I would, so then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it.'
And the sex... đ
You make him watch a lot of medical shows and vampire movies with you.
If your watching greys anatomy be prepared for him to correct EVERYTHING.
âthat's not how that surgery worksâ he said rolling his eyes, the show actually aggravates him sometimes and it's not because of the drama and their bad decisions is because they get medical stuff wrong.
âit's just a show dearâ
âDerek Shepard doesn't know shitâ he mumbles.
I don't think you relize this man would do anything for you. He'll kill for you and he's not a violent man.
Your relationship with the Cullen kids:
You've always had this motherly personality and you love being around kids, this would probably lead you to baby the Cullens a lot. This would drive Carlisle crazy a bit especially when you start doing things they are well capable of doing.
âEmmett she shouldn't have to do your laundryâ
You shrugged carring a basket of everyones clothes. âI was washing stuff anywayâ
But that doesn't mean you don't know when to put your foot down. You can be very stern when you need to be, something it even makes Carlisle nervous.
You made a rule that the boys aren't allowed to wrestle in the house not, not after Emmett accidentally pushed Edward threw the wall and completely destroying the living room wall. You and carlisle came home from work and a deer had wondered into the house. You grounded them both.
âwell I hope you guys don't have anything planed this weekend beacuse you're spending it fixing the wall.â you said.
There are times your the mean parent and carlisle is the gentle parent. Not in a bad way of corse it only happens when needed but then you immediately feel bad for yelling at them.
âEmmett your grounded, no video games till the garage is fixedâ
âyou can't ground me, I'm a grown ass manâ all the kids and even Carlisle went wide eyed at how Emmett talked to you. He said in a playful manner in his defense, you guys have that type of teasing relationship. The others missed thst.
âcan she do that!?â he quickly asked Carlisle, Rosalie quickly butted in. âshe's queen of the castle she can do whatever she wantsâ carlisle smiled and agreed with a nod.
You and Rosalie have a strong bond, she goes to with anything and everything having full confidence you can help her.
Sometimes you guys will just ditch Carlisle and Emmett so you can just sit and talk.
Alice is very attached to you, almost like a young kid would be to their parent. Holding you hand sometimes or having her head on your shoulder while you're watching a movie.
You pick each other's outfits and sometimes intentionally match.
Emmett, Jasper, Edward... They are all mama's boys and you can't change my mind. Emmett is the trouble maker but honestly he's babbied the most. Edward treats well and loves you and so dose Jasper.
You love Edward but you don't like Bella, you'd never tee him that, but she's just a headache to be around.
Your not a hateful person and you believe everyone deserves a chance, but when's he's consently putting your husband and the other kids in danger you don't take that lightly. Especially when Edward decided he couldn't love without her and tried to get the vulturi to kill him.
You weres so angry you started to cry when you weres scolding him.
Your the only one who understands why Rosalie doesn't like being around her.
âWe're stuck with her Rose, let's try and stay civilâ
You and the wolf pack:
You've known both the Uleys and the Black's for a long time. You Became friends with them long before the Cullens showed up.
You and Sam grew up together, naturally you helped him with every single pack member when they phased.
You treat them all like little brothers, you'd take a bullet for them but at the same time you want to knock their heads together.
At the beginning you understood, but the pack wasn't too keen on Carlisle and the whole situation. The young ones like Jacob and Seth who at the time didn't know the truth was there to cheer you on though.
Your very protective of both Seth and Jacob. You jokingly call them your sons.
The pack has huge respect for it which is why they all willingly help you and the Cullens, they know if they want to keep you safe then they have to help the vampires.
You guys take care of each other.
After a while they grow to like Carlisle, Sam respects him and he's just happy that your happy. And of course Carlisle treating you like a queen helps too.
Seth liked him right off the bat and carlisle even became a father figure to him.
You help keep the peace for both sides and in the end your the glue and the reason that keeps them together.
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