#the meds help but some days it just crashes and there's nothing I can do about it)

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! Do you have any recommendations for shower chairs? Like, features to look for, definitely look for one with this, definitely don’t want one with that, stuff like that

[pastryfication]

could you write something about oscar and his broken rib? maybe how you imagine how it happend, him going to the hospital to check it out, y/n taking care of him and being worried, him insisting to race,…

hope that helps with inspiration. you don‘t have to write everything from above just what you like

fortune in misfortune | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x gf!reader. note: i still can’t believe that he raced (AND WON???) with a broken rib so this was definitely fun to write. thank you for requesting it!! <3

you’re sitting on the couch, legs draped over oscar’s lap, when you notice him wince. it’s subtle, just a tiny flinch, but you catch it. you pull your eyes away from the movie and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "what’s wrong?"

oscar tries to shrug it off, offering a half-hearted smile. “nothing, just a little sore from training.”

you narrow your eyes, not convinced. “you sure? you don’t look fine.”

he chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “i’m okay, really. maybe i pulled something, but it’s nothing serious.”

you let it go for now, but the nagging feeling in your gut doesn’t disappear. he’s been home for a few days between races, and you’ve noticed he’s been moving a bit more carefully than usual. you figure he’s just being cautious—he’s got a big race in hungary coming up and doesn’t want to risk anything.

a couple of days later, you’re in the kitchen making breakfast when you hear a crash. rushing to the living room, you find oscar on the floor, holding his side and gritting his teeth.

“oscar!” you exclaim, dropping to your knees beside him. “what happened?”

he tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a groan. “tripped over my own feet… and then, well, the coffee table.”

your heart races as you help him up, his face pale with pain. “we’re going to the hospital.”

he starts to protest, but one look at your determined expression and he knows better than to argue. “okay, okay. but it’s probably just a bruise.”

you drive him to the hospital, anxiety bubbling in your chest. oscar tries to lighten the mood, cracking jokes and insisting that he’s fine, but you can see the discomfort etched on his face.

in the examination room, the doctor checks him over, sending him for an x-ray. you sit beside him, holding his hand, trying to mask your worry with a smile.

when the doctor returns, he frowns at the x-ray images. “well, there’s nothing obvious here, but given your symptoms, i’d like to do an ultrasound to be sure.”

oscar nods, though you can see a flicker of concern in his eyes. you squeeze his hand tighter.

a little while later, the ultrasound reveals what the x-ray didn’t—he’s got a small, hairline fracture in one of his ribs. the doctor explains it’s not too serious but could cause pain, especially with the physical demands of racing.

you feel a wave of relief mixed with fresh worry. “so what now? should he be resting? can he still race?” your questions tumble out faster than you can control them.

oscar gives you a reassuring smile, despite the obvious discomfort. “it’s just a small fracture. i’ll take it easy.”

the doctor advises some rest and pain management but doesn’t explicitly forbid racing. oscar seems almost relieved, but you’re still not convinced. “oscar, i don’t know… this sounds serious.”

“hey,” he says softly, turning to face you fully. “i’ll be careful. if it gets worse, i’ll pull out, okay? but right now, i’m feeling alright. it’s just a bit of pain.”

you know how stubborn he can be, and how much racing means to him. you want to make him stay home, keep him safe, but you also know he wouldn’t be happy with that.

over the next few days, you fuss over him—probably more than necessary, but you can’t help it. you make sure he’s comfortable, keep an eye on him whenever he moves, and remind him to take his pain meds. oscar endures it with a smile, teasing you gently about being so worried.

“you’re gonna wrap me in bubble wrap next,” he jokes one morning as you hand him a glass of water with his painkillers.

“don’t tempt me,” you reply, only half-joking. but you know you can’t keep him from going to hungary. it’s what he loves, and you can see the determination in his eyes.

the day before he’s supposed to leave, you sit together in bed, your head resting on his shoulder. “just promise me you’ll be careful.”

he kisses the top of your head, his voice soft. “i promise. and if it gets too much, i’ll stop. but i’ve got this, love. don’t worry too much.”

you nod, trying to believe it, but the worry still lingers in your chest. you just want him to be okay.

the next morning, you drive him to the airport, your hand gripping his a little tighter than usual. “text me as soon as you land, and call me if you need anything.”

oscar smiles, leaning in for a kiss. “i will. and i’ll be back before you know it.”

as you watch him walk into the terminal, you can’t shake the feeling of anxiety. but you trust him. he’ll be careful. he’s oscar, after all—strong, determined, and maybe just a little bit clumsy. and you’ll be here, waiting for him, ready to take care of him when he gets back.

[yongvillage]

bruises | k.mg

street fighter bf!mingyu x afab!reader

established relationship, porn with some plot, minghao cameo cuz i love him, mentions of injury and blood, fighting, make up sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, one joke of mingyu being a masochist, one mention of death, creampie, oral (m receiving), skull fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, recording, cum swallowing, cum eating, praise, muscle and size kink if you squint but that’s guaranteed in a mingyu fic 😭😭

summary: you and mingyu get into a fight over his bad habits, angst and smut ensues

wc: 2.7k

you’ve always hated the fights mingyu got himself into. he’d come home almost every week, with cuts and bruises littered all over his body. this time wasn’t any different, it was past midnight by this point, and you were curled up on the couch watching a random movie in an attempt to distract yourself from your growing worries. mingyu is usually home by this point.

a few more minutes go by and mingyu stumbles through the door with more injuries than usual. he sets his key down as you frantically walk towards him, noticing the way be avoids your eyes, “gyu.. your face, your bleeding everywhere.” he gives you a cold stare, his face battered and bloodied, and he brushes past you, going towards the bathroom where your med-kit usually was.

“yeah that’s the whole point y/n, it’s called street fighting for a reason.” you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you, just pent up anger from years of fighting, and especially tonight. scanning his whole body, the bright bathroom lighting allowing for you to see all his cuts and wounds more closely.

he slipped off his shirt, a huge bruise starting to form on the left side of his torso. “..you sure you didn’t break something?” your hand coming up to lightly stroke his ribs, mingyu’s anger blinding him from leaning into your warm touch.

“no, and why do you care so much anyway? it’s not like this is the first time.”

you tipped your head to the side, a ‘what’s that smell’ expression laid on your face, “what kind of question is that? i care because you’re my boyfriend, of course i’m gonna be worried.” your voice was nothing short of angry, your eyebrows almost meeting in the middle due to your frustration.

“you shouldn’t be.”

“uhh? yes i should, i’m tired of seeing you walk in here everyday with new cuts to clean. and your ribs.. mingyu you need to go see a doctor.”

“look y/n, i’ve been doing this for years—“

“well i think you should stop.”

it was deathly quiet, and mingyu’s hand holding a cotton pad paused in the air as he stared at you through the mirror. only the whirring sound of your ac being heard to combat the july heat. mingyu looked at you for a bit, chuckling to himself as his tongue poked through the side of his cheek, grabbing the gauze out of the med-kit and wrapping it around his knuckles.

“what’s so fucking funny?”

“oh nothing just that fact that you think you can tell me what to do.”

“yeah i’ll you what to do if it means not having you die in some alleyway.”

“please y/n, it never goes that far.”

“look at yourself! you basically limped in here, and i tried to help you but now you act like i’m a bitch for being worried about you?” you yelled.

mingyu finished up the gauze as he dropped everything and grabbed his shirt, walking towards the door. he left with a slam, not even caring to bid you goodbye, or kiss you and say ‘i love you’ like he always does.

the post-anger tears started streaming down your face. you knew he was probably gonna go crash at minghao’s, yet even with how frustrated you were, you still couldn’t help but worry and think about mingyu going to sleep untreated.

-

9:02 PM

(5) missed calls

gyu?

mingyu im sorry

are you okay? did minghao get you painkillers?

please dont fight again, at least take some time to let ur body rest :((

a full day had gone by. guilt stirred in mingyu’s stomach as he stared at his phone screen. he was the one who should be apologizing, not you.

he sighed, shutting off his phone and getting up. he knew he had to face you at some point.

“you leaving?”

mingyu hummed, shuffling into his shoes and heading out the door as minghao yelled out a goodbye. mingyu hopped in his car, letting the silence engulf him.

when mingyu walked into the apartment he noticed how dim it was, assuming you were asleep. he took his shoes off as quietly as possible, making his way to your guys’ shared bedroom. he heard a muffled voice, noting that the door was only half closed, peeking into the crack.

he saw you, adorned in one of his hoodies that was much too big for you, sleeves bunched up at your wrists and the hem coming down to your mid-thigh, naked legs on full display.

you paced around the room and it looked like you were on the phone with someone, the voice being hard to identify.

“did he say anything to you when he left?”

“nah, he just walked out.”

oh. it was minghao.

“shit, um, he didn’t even mention where he was going?”

mingyu heard the panic in your voice and the way your forefinger and thumb came to rub at your temples. he walked in as your eyes shot up to look at him, not hesitating to hang up on minghao, throwing your phone on the bed and running to jump into mingyu’s arms.

“oh my god mingyu!” you looked up at him and immediately started hitting him, “stupid! stupid! stupid! i hate you!” each hit enunciating your words, feeling like nothing but weak taps to mingyu. tears spilled out of your eyes, as mingyu only hugged you closer, hand coming up to pet your hair as the other cradled your head into his chest. he heard your muffled sniffing, his heart breaking at the stress he caused you.

“shhh i know, i know i’m stupid. i’m sorry baby.”

“you’re so mean! why didn’t you at least text me back? do you know how scared i was?” your voice broke, looking up at him with swollen eyes.

“i ..” mingyu paused, his hands coming down to hold your face, “i know i fucked up, i was too embarrassed to face you, afraid that you’d end things with me, which i would’ve probably deserved. i’m so, so sorry angel, i know no amount of apologizing will take away your worries, and i know i should’ve stayed and talked things out with you”

his thumb came to wipe away your falling tear, your hands hooking around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. he instantly reciprocated, hands traveling down to wrap around your waist, pulling you close so that your bodies were flush against each other.

“i forgive you, i’m sorry for raising my voice at you.” you mumbled into his mouth, mingyu backing away to confusedly look at you.

“why are you apologizing? don’t say sorry baby, you should’ve slapped me as soon as i walked through that door.”

you giggled, looking down as you felt something press into your stomach, “you’re hard? really? got hard at the thought of me slapping you?” you teased.

“loooook..” mingyu looked away bashfully, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

“ew, you’re such a weirdo.” you said, slipping off mingyu’s hoodie to reveal a white tank top, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. you dropped down to your knees, fingers going straight to work untying your boyfriend’s sweatpants and pulling them down, along with his boxers, to his knees.

“oh, shit, hold on— you don’t have to do that baby.” mingyu hooked his hands underneath your armpits, attempting to pull you up being cut off by you stroking him.

“please, i want to.”

mingyu hesitated but was soon slapping his tip against your cheek, cooing at the way your head followed to try and get it in your mouth. finally he put it where you wanted, circling your tongue around the sensitive head. mingyu’s head lulled back, letting out a groan.

you took all of him into your mouth at once, his tip consistently hitting your uvula as you bobbed your head, twisting your hand on the base of his cock.

“fuck juuust like that baby, shit, h-have you been practicing on other guys or something?”

you laughed, only causing you to choke on his length, hitting his thigh as punishment for making you laugh while doing something that literally constricts your airflow.

“okay, okay, no more jokes, got it.” mingyu snickered, his gauzed hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

you came off of him with a pop, wiping off the drool dripping down your chin with the back of your hand, “gyu, u-use my mouth.”

mingyu smiled smugly, wordlessly grabbing ahold of your head with his other hand before shallowly thrusting into your wet mouth.

it wasn’t long before his length was ramming into your throat, breathless fuck’s and just like that’s leaving his cut lips. he was scared to even look down, afraid that if he saw your fucked out face he’d cum too quick.

you’re eyes looked up at him, tendrils of hair slipping past mingyu’s hold due to the sheer speed at which his hips slammed into your mouth.

“christ y/n, you look s’pretty like this, gon’ let daddy take a picture?”

you moaned at the label he placed on himself, nodding around his cock, eyes never leaving his sweat and scab covered face. mingyu pulled out his phone, angling the camera at your face. a red box with white numbers ascending appearing at the top of his screen.

“it’s a video baby, you don’t mind do you?” mingyu laughed when you attempted to hum a nuh-uh, only a string of muffled gags being heard. you were so wet, clit aching to be touched. you inched your hand down to touch yourself, drawing quick, fast circles.

“of course you don’t, so perfect, take my dick so well”

mingyu realized what it was you were doing to your lower half, “y’touching yourself? don’t worry daddy will fill y’up nice and good after this, j-jus’ let me cum in your mouth pretty.”

with a few final thrusts, and the erratic spasming of mingyu’s hips, you felt his hot cum travel down your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you slurped every last drop.

your knees ached as mingyu pulled you up, ending the video and hastily putting it in his hidden folder. he pulled you into a kiss, “did so good f’me baby, you always know how to spoil me.” he spoke into your mouth, tasting his own release.

“w-wanna ride you,” you huffed out, breathless. mingyu grinned, the right side of his face being the only indication of it, while the left was so mangled you couldn’t tell what expression he was even making. whoever he fought got him good.

“you sure? don’t tire yourself doll.”

“i’m sure!” you said grabbing mingyu’s hand, dragging him to the bed.

“whatever you say cutie,” mingyu let out a strangled breath while lowering himself down onto the bed, his torso still extremely sore, and his head perched up against the headboard. you quickly pulled down your shorts and panties as you swung your leg over his thighs, leaning down to kiss him.

you hand raked over his chest and chiseled abs, fingers dipping into each and every crevice as mingyu’s tongue explored your mouth. you pulled back and grabbed a hold of his flushed cock, rubbing it along your folds as your slick dripped down his length, a whimper leaving your lips.

“shit.” he hissed, staring intently as you paused your ministrations to line yourself up, slowly sinking down. you stared down at where you were taking him in, brushing the hair out of your face to get a better look. mingyu’s mouth fell agape, “you’re so fucking tight,” watching as a bulge slowly formed just below your belly button. even after the countless times you and mingyu had had sex, he was always just so big, your tiny pussy barely taking him in each time.

you finally looked up, mingyu’s eyes meeting your own. “jus’ gimme a sec gyu, you’re s-so big,” you said breathlessly.

mingyu smirked cockily, “take your time gorgeous.” his hands soothingly rubbing you’re plush thighs.

you bounced slowly, feeling each vein of his cock drag against your walls, tiny gasps leaving your lips. mingyu let you control the pace for a bit, allowing for you to adjust to his size. but he was getting impatient, his hands coming down to grip the sides of your hips, his four digits digging themselves into your ass before lifting you up and slamming you back down, the movement knocking the wind of you, making your jaw go slack.

“fuck!” your head hung low, hands coming up to grip his broad, muscly shoulders for support, watching out for any bruises.

“that’s it baby, just hold onto daddy and let him make y’feel good.”

mingyu’s pace was animalistic, his hold on you hard enough to leave an imprint. you were shocked as to how he had this much energy considering what his body had endured a night ago.

tears welled up in your eyes, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each thrust. the curve of his cock aligning just right with your g-spot. “oh my fff-fucking god! mingyu please, ha-harder!”

you didn’t even know if it was possible to go harder, but mingyu managed to slam you down with even more force then before. a bead of sweat ran down his tan neck, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he stared up at you with hooded eye. his hips thrust upwards to meet you halfway, causing you to let out mangled gasps and moans. you were sure he was puncturing your lungs by this point. no inch of your pussy was left unexplored, squishy pink walls molded perfectly to hug his cock.

“jus’ like that gorgeous, your pussy was made f’me.”

“s-soo deep daddy, feel you in my tummy..” you whined out as you saw mingyu grin, canines on display, his hand coming up to grab yours, placing your hand on the bulge on your stomach, almost cumming right there when you felt the bump.

“fuck, you jus’ got so tight, y-you like when daddy pokes your tummy like that?”

you nodded frantically, tears flowing down your hot, pink cheeks, “i-i’m gon—na cum, g-gonna cum!” you struggled to get the words out, mingyu understanding you nonetheless.

“cum with me baby, gon’ let daddy cum in you?”

“fuck, yes d-daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, p-put a .. a baby in me,” mingyu loved how dirty your mouth got every time you were close to coming. his right hand pressed onto the small of your back, causing you to arch into him. his mouth was at perfect level with your nipples, taking your tit into his mouth and circling the hard nub with his tongue.

the pleasure was all too much, and with a few more hard thrusts your hole was spasming around his thick base, clenching and unclenching, mingyu’s mouth detaching from your breast as he looked up at you, his eyes shutting tightly as hot cum shot into your pussy.

“shiiiit, you’re milking me baby.” mingyu said, still grinding your hips onto him as he rode out both of your orgasms.

you reluctantly lifted yourself off of him, feeling some of mingyu’s cum drip down your thigh, scooping it with your index and middle finger and licking it off as you cuddled into his side, his arm laid across your shoulder.

mingyu watched as you cleaned him off your fingers, smoothing your disheveled hair. “such a good girl, not letting any of daddy’s cum go to waste.” he said as he booped your nose.

you giggled, “you okay though, gyu? d-does it hurt anywhere?” you asked, still breathless from your fresh orgasm.

“don’t worry about me doll, are you feeling okay? did i go too hard?”

“mm-hm, just a lil’ sore,” you snuggled closer.

“a shower should help ease y’up,” mingyu swung his feet over the bed, getting up as he reached his hand out, “think you can walk?”

“nooo i need my big, strong boyfriend to help carry me,” you joked, climbing into mingyu’s arms as he threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful slap on your ass.

“asshole! i’m not helping you replace your bandages.” mingyu could hear the pout in your voice, laughing as he made his way to the bathroom.

@yongvillage | thank you for reading!

[cripplecharacters]

Do you know any good sources for burn scar care?

I’m writing a character who was burned in a spaceship crash. The story is set several years after the fact, and I want to incorporate that detail into the story. What would a burn scar care routine look like?

Hey!

I generally recommend medical websites for this kind of stuff. There are tons of information readily available online, especially about things as common as a burn injury. Phoenix Society for Burn Survivors or MSKTC can be helpful for you.

While caring for a burn scar will be different for everyone (there's many types, degrees, plus just individual differences between burn survivors themselves) some of the things that you can include;

Burnt skin doesn't produce its own oils, so it gets dry. It needs to be moisturized, oil-based products (think coconut or grape seed oil) are often used. The heavier the lotion, the fewer times a day it needs to be applied.

Massaging a scar, especially when it's relatively new. It can be a massage, but stretching or just putting pressure on it is part of that too. It helps the skin from becoming extremely sensitive. Initially you do it delicately, but after the scars are matured it's fine (or recommended even) to put some force into it. This loosens them up.

Itching is a huge issue. Both massaging and moisturizing help with that, but if it's still causing problems then there are medications that could provide some relief.

Protecting the skin from the sun. All year, including cloudy weather. Sunblock, big hats, sunglasses if needed, all that. This applies to people with darker skin as well because the skin loses its pigment after a burn (it can sometimes come back but it's definitely not a guarantee).

Avoiding the heat. A lot of burn survivors will have problems with temperature regulation because burns damage the sweat glands, so they overheat faster. There's nothing burn-specific here, same protocol as for avoiding a heatstroke - drink water and keep out of the sun.

Wearing softer and looser clothing. Rough and tight clothes can cause blisters, and that is a Problem. Inappropriate materials could also induce more itching.

Taking pain meds. Chronic pain is common, so your character might need medication.

I definitely wouldn't say that this is an exhaustive list, but I think it's a good start. If you need more details, I think the resources linked above should work.

I'm glad to see people interested in burn scars being a disability that requires a lot of care rather than seeing it as a solely visual thing. Makes it much more authentic.

I hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[adripakoffee]

Thinking about Curly too because you mfs give him too much leeway!!! FUCK CURLY MAN!!

So like, obviously, what happened to him was tragic but he could've prevented the events of the game so easily. Firstly, he's the one who got Jimmy on the ship. Jimmy's not supposed to be there, he literally isn't even a freighter pilot. It's heavily implied the reason Jimmy is on the ship is that Curly was helping him run from the law.

This exhibits Curly's biggest problem in the game. He's Jimmy's friend first and his boss second. He puts Jimmy ahead of everything, so despite his past history of what we can presume to be violence, he puts him on a small ship with other people who are now vulnerable to his abuse. And he knows, he's aware that there's a chance these people could be victimized by Jimmy and says and does nothing. This next part is my personal theory, but I think he knew Daisuke was coming with them before he invited Jimmy, he just didn't say anything.

Curly's second big sin is what he does to Anya. He finds out what Jimmy's been doing to her and he says he'll do something, anything. But he doesn't. I said it earlier, but I think Anya thought that Curly would have Jim arrested on landing, but even then, there's some short term things he could've done. Here's a list actually because oh my god, there's so much he could have done.

Set up a bed for Anya in medical. Y'know, a door with an actual lock.

Put Jimmy in a cryopod as a holding cell.

Fire Jimmy, which seemingly wouldn't do much until you remember you need the captain to do half the shit on the ship.

Lockdown Jimmy, essentially lock down anything Jimmy could use as a weapon. The only two weapons on the ship are guarded by codes, but anyone could figure them out in a couple days. this goes hand in hand with the last one.

Literally just fucking kill him.

And before someone says "Oh, if Curly did anything, Jimmy would've acted out, he would've turned violent anyway." There are four other crew members and one Jimmy. If Jimmy had turned violent so early on, I fully believe Daisuke could've just bodied him. It wouldn't be that hard to pacify him if, say, he was ganged up on by three men.

The problem at the end of the day is that Curly is Curly, Jimmy's best friend before he's Captain Curly of the Tulpar. He cares more about Jimmy than the well-being of the people he's supposed to care about. He doesn't take Jimmy seriously when he is outwardly awful and pretty much straight up tells Curly he's gonna crash the ship. Like Curly does nothing because he doesn't think of Jimmy as a bad person. He can't even comprehend it until he's in a position where he's completely at Jimmy's mercy.

Now there's a couple of interpretations on the metaphor of what Curly's disability means and I'm gonna yap about at least 2, idk I'm just ranting.

The first one is that Curly is now Anya, or rather in her position. He's got no agency over his own body, he literally can't move, and he's forced to trust Jimmy with his life. He's in constant pain, he wants to die, and he can't. Anya cannot stand giving Curly his medicine so she lets Jimmy do it. She's putting a vulnerable person at Jimmy's mercy, just like Curly did, except this time he's on the receiving end. And whenever it's just Curly and Jimmy alone in the med bay, Jim is just beating the shit out of this guy for no reason. Like there is no need to be doing all that, but Jimmy is a violent person, and Curly just ignored it for too long.

The second interpretation that I also really like it that Curly is Anya's baby. Jimmy has done something heinous and it's left Anya caring for someone she can't feasibly support. Her ability to keep Curly alive for so long is a testament to how resilient and determined she is, but at the end of the day she can't take it. It's not just the fact that she has to care for Curly that drives her to take her life, it was a lot of things, but the stress of dealing with Curly was definitely part of that.

This next part isn't Curly's fault, it's Pony Express' but if he survives long enough to be found, he no longer has a future. He can't be a pilot anymore, he'll more than likely be forced to take responsibility for the deaths of the crew, the rehab process will take years and probably hundreds of thousands of dollars. He's cooked. This leans into the him becoming Anya thing, he's been put in a position where he can't work but is forced to deal with a heavy financial burden. The difference is, this is his own fault.

He could've prevented all of this if he hadn't ignored all the red flags. In the dead pixel scene he says the one pixel doesn't hinder his enjoyment of the whole image, he can ignore it. That's what he did. When he looks a the bigger picture or the grand scheme of things he can ignore a few dead pixels. The way he sees it, he's given Jimmy a whole year to pull himself out of a "struggle" so when he gets back to Earth things will be okay again. In his eyes, Jimmy's bound to have a few slip-ups and unfortunately, what he did to Anya was one of them. So that's just a pixel he can ignore.

LONG STORY SHORT, CURLY IS AN ENABLER AND LITERALLY THE ONLY WAY HE WAS GONNA LEARN WAS IF HE BECAME A VICTIM TOO!!!!

Apologies if any of this is worded weird, it's just brain vomit.

I also did an Anya rant

[planchettewrites]

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)/AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You're having an anxiety attack, and Remy finds you and helps you calm down.

CONTENT: Anxiety Attacks, Can Be Read as Platonic/Romantic, AFAB!Reader in mind, but no actual pronouns are used.

A/N: I wrote this in forty minutes, so in all honesty, it's probably not very good. I had this idea last night after I was having some serious anxiety. Gambit is truly a comfort character for me, so I hope that you can find some comfort in this too.

552 words | Safe!

Remy’s arms were tight around you as your erratic breathing was nowhere close to beginning to steady itself. He found you only two minutes ago when you had dropped to your knees in the middle of one of the winding hallways of the mansion. Anxiety was flooding your body in a way that felt overpowering—like the crashing waves of an oceanic storm. You trembled and shook, and the only thing keeping you tethered to this planet was the arms around you. 

“Shh, it’s all gonna be okay, chérie; Gambit’s right here.” he cooed, rocking you both gently back and forth. Your chest was tight, and your brain felt scrambled. Nothing was right, and nothing felt okay. Today was a long day, and now it was ending with an anxiety attack.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to steady your breathing. Your arms were wrapped around Remy’s arms, attempting to keep him as close to you as possible. He was your current lifeline, and you’d be damned if you were going to let him go. With your head pressed against his chest, you tried to listen to his heartbeat. If there was one thing he was good at, it was keeping calm, and his heartbeat reflected that. Slow and rhythmic, his heartbeat gives you a more relaxed rhythm to focus on. 

His grasp around you tightened as you let out another plaintive cry. “Oh, sweetheart, I know. Keep tryin’ to match my breathing; you’re doing so well. I got ya, and I ain’t letting go.”

You try to steady your mind and listen to his breathing; his chest’s gentle rise and fall gives you an anchor. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. Part of you felt guilty for all of this. Remy didn’t need to be here comforting you; he could be off doing God knows what with God knows who, but here he was, spending his time with you. Attempting to bring you back to Earth. 

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, darlin’.” he smiled. “You just keep focusin’ on my breathin’. Gambit’s not leavin’ until you feel better.”

It took a few minutes, but you could feel your breathing begin to slow. Remy still rocked you both back and forth and kept his breathing slow. This didn’t go unnoticed by the man whose arms were keeping you safe, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Great job, chérie, keep breathin’ with me. You’re doin’ amazing.”

What felt like an eternity later, and your breathing finally returned to normal, you shifted to face Remy. He showed you a gentle smile. “You did so good, and I’m so proud of you.” he unwrapped his arms from you to wipe the remnants of your tears. With another gentle movement, he helped you back to your feet. “Let’s get you to the med-bay; you can lie down there.”

“Please don’t go,” you muttered. “Please.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Remy grabbed your hand and walked you toward the medical wing of the mansion. He was true to his word; he didn’t leave your side the whole time. He kept you grounded and steady the entire walk there and helped you lie down on one of the beds, tucking you in gently. 

Inevitably, he was right. Things were going to be okay. 

[callsign-muffin]

Heal Together: Chapter 1

(Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw fic)

I've been lurking on here for a while, reading Top Gun fics and I recently got inspired to write one of my own. Hopefully someone reads it and likes it!

Note about the format: Between every header is a change in the point of view :)

Summery: When Rooster was med-evaced back to San Diego from the mission field, the last thing he expected was to wake up with a tube down his throat and the most beautiful woman he's ever seen at his bedside.

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

“Hey Carly, I’m taking over for room 4 today. Are you ready to give report?” You ask the cute blonde night shift nurse, she looked about 12 years old. What in the hell was she doing in the ICU of a military hospital? Hell, you should be asking yourself the same question. You hated it here at this boys club where nurses were ignored as a female dominated profession, despite being the people who spend the most amount of time at the patient’s bedside in a 12 hour stretch. But you were only one week into this eight week travel assignment and the money was great, so you just had to grin and bear it and make as few enemies as possible.

“The census is low, is this gonna be your only patient?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You pulled out your report sheet and pen, “Let’s hope it stays that way.”

You could tell Carly was fresh off of orientation by how nervous she looked before beginning to speak.

“Hey,” You placed a comforting hand on her knee, “take your time, tell me what you know, and if I have any questions I’ll ask them when you’re done. You just finished a long shift, it’s okay to be a little out of it. We’ll get all the info we need together. No pressure, okay?”

“Okay,” Carly nodded and took a deep breath, “This is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, 35 year old male, full code, no known allergies…”

You quietly took down the pertinent information about Lt. Bradshaw as Carly spoke. He was a pilot, recovered after a crash, and was stitched back together pretty well on the aircraft carrier, he went septic and was transported back to the states to your hospital. Pretty standard stuff. He was currently on a ventilator for breathing support but all seemed to be going in a positive direction despite the shitty circumstances.

Carly finished her report with a sigh of relief, you had a feeling the staff nurses weren’t as respectful when receiving report from a new graduate. “Any questions?”

“Any family  at the bedside?” You asked.

“No, no family. Apparently a guy named Pete Mitchell calls daily for updates, they’re not related but he’s included on the patient’s medical information release forms, so we can talk to him. Chart says he’s single, no siblings, and both parents have passed away.” Carly yawned, she was beginning to fade after a long night. You didn’t want to hold her up anymore than necessary, she needed to get home and go to bed.

“Okay,” You clicked your pen, “Sounds good. Let’s go check lines and meds so you can get out of here.”

She paused for a second as you got up from your chair at the nurses station, “Y/N… thank you for being so nice… I’m only a week off of orientation and things are still so new…”

You smiled at the compliment, “We’ve all been there. Every nurse on this unit was new at one point and I think sometimes they forget that. Hell, I’m a traveler and this is only my second week and there’s so much that’s new to me too. You’re doing great.”

You spent the first part of your morning before rounds with the care team just cleaning up the patient, organizing the room, all that good stuff. Though it wasn’t necessarily considered “professional”, you played some music softly from your phone as you worked. You found that music or just talking to patients on vents helped with agitation. You couldn’t imagine anything more tortuous than listening to repetitive beeping and alarms all day long and nothing else. Though most managers didn’t like it, that didn’t stop you. What were they gonna do? Fire you? Hospitals hire travelers at such a high price point when they’re understaffed and desperate. They needed you more than you needed them.

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“When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin’

When the sun goes down, we’ll feel alright

When the sun sinks down over the water

Everything is hotter when the sun goes down…”

Who the fuck listens to Kenny Chesney anymore? Rooster thought to himself.

He knew he was sick, the docs on the ship told him that before they knocked him out to shove the tube down his throat. They told him he’d be med-evaced back to San Diego because the hospital where he was overseas didn’t have the capabilities to take care of someone as sick as him. He didn’t know how long he had been there, all the days run together when you’re too weak to open your eyes. He was used to having things done to him, he was past the point of getting agitated about it, because he knew they’d just sedate him more.

“Alright, Bradshaw.” A confident voice said, “All of your lines are untangled, your room is clean, and your initial assessment is done… How about we have a little spa day? You’re smellin’ a little… ripe.”

RUDE! 

“HA! You can hear me! You raised your eyebrows!” She giggled, damn it was a cute giggle. Rooster honestly hadn’t realized he was moving his face. But he believed her because that’s what his face usually does when he’s surprised. “You’ve been caught. No more playing dumb.”

Water started running, splashing, and the suction was turned on… that sound usually meant his mouth was gonna get cleaned and he was gonna feel something funny down his throat. He hated it.

“Carly told me you were getting agitated during mouth care last night. Since you can hear me, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing, so don’t get sassy with me.” She said, “Deal?”

Anything for the first person not to treat me like a damn vegetable. This was the first time someone actually talked to him and told him what the fuck was happening since he got here. It was a welcome change.

The kind yet sassy voice interrupted his thoughts, “Okay, mouth care. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

She didn’t lie to him, she was quick and the stupid suction caused him minimal discomfort. Maybe it was because he could brace himself, or maybe it was because she was just really good at her job.

“I’m about to give you a full body bath, so how about we get to know each other a little bit.” She said as she adjusted his sheets and pillows to reposition him, placing a towel under his head, and rinsing his hair with warm water.

Rooster’s whole body relaxed.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m obviously your nurse today and will probably be for the next few days…” Nurse Y/N went on about where she’s from, her hobbies, how she’s not making many friends in this new hospital she’s been contracted out to.

Welcome to the military, it’s a boy’s club. He wished he could say that to her. He imagined medicine was similar to aviation, full of egos.

Before Rooster knew it, his whole body had been washed from head to toe. He hadn’t felt this clean in what felt like years.

“So Lieutenant… not to be crude but… I gotta clean your bits. But at least we’ve really gotten to know each other.” Nurse Y/N said, “Your girlfriend will thank me later.”

Ha! Rooster laughed to himself, What girlfriend?! My dick hasn’t been played with in months!

Like with the mouth care, her cleaning was quick and respectful. And damn, being clean felt so good. She went on to change his gown, sheets, and blankets. Rooster truly felt like a new man.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, you’ve never looked better.” She said with a satisfied sigh.

That’s a damn lie, but I’ll take the compliments wherever I can get them at this point.

“Hey Y/N,” Another female voice said, “They’re starting with you for rounds. Are you ready to present your patient or should I stall?”

“Nah, I’m ready. Tell them to come in whenever.” Nurse Y/N said, then her voice got low and she whispered to Bradley, “I’m gonna try to get them to lighten your sedation and move towards trials of turning the ventilator off. It’s not gonna be comfortable but the sooner we start working towards getting that tube out of your throat, the sooner you can get the hell out of here.”

Rooster wanted to make sure she knew he heard her and that he was on board, it took every ounce of strength in his body, but he nodded.

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“No way.” The resident physician said simply after you gave your recommendation with your presentation of Lt. Bradshaw

You were dumbfounded. What the hell did he mean no?!, “This patient was more than ready to move towards extubation.” 

“And what makes you the expert?” the resident asked.

Oh lord, this fresh out of med school asshole was turning rounds into a dick measuring contest.

“The fact that I’ve been at his bedside for the past three and a half hours, I assessed him, bathed him, turned him, and he is showing signs of progress. The next step is spontaneous breathing trials and extubation. The longer he stays on the vent, the more likely he is to get pneumonia, as we all should know, Doctor.” You explained coolly but made sure to add his (probably newly earned) title. 

“I agree with…” The attending looked at you and scanned your badge, “... Y/N… What do you think from a Respiratory Therapy standpoint, Brent?” He looked over at Brent, the RT.

Brent smirked and narrowed his eyes at the resident, “I also think moving towards extubation is a good thing. If he has two successful trials, he could be off the vent by the end of the day.”

The attending physician nodded, “Then it’s a plan. And I think this is a really good lesson for the residents and medical students with us on rounds, the nurses know more about the patient than we do. We should always consider their recommendations because they have the most valuable view on the patient, simply because they spend time with them.”

You tried to dim the glow that was on your face.

 “Thanks, Dr…” You scanned the attending’s badge the same way he did yours.

“Carter, Brendan Carter.” He extended his hand and you shook it, “Glad to have you here.”

That was the most welcome anyone had made you feel in the last week here. Who would’ve thought a wrinkly old attending doctor with dancing eyes would be the person to stand up for you and make you feel secure in your clinical decision making.

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Rooster wasn’t sure how much time had gone by since Nurse Y/N told him she was turning down his sedatives but it felt like he could open his eyes almost instantly. It was so… bright. Once his eyes adjusted, he scanned his surroundings, the lights weren’t even on but the sun shining through the large window felt blinding. He looked to his left and saw the machine that the tube in his throat was attached to, the machine that had kept him alive for God knows how long. He looked to his right and saw multiple IV poles that attached him to lines and lines of medicine and fluid. Further to his right, he saw a woman standing at a computer, typing away furiously, her face was serious yet beautiful, was that Nurse Y/N?

“Good morning, Lt. Bradshaw.” She said quietly, “You’re still attached to your breathing tube, so you can’t talk. Now that you’re awake we’re one step closer to getting you off that thing. Sound good?”

Rooster nodded slowly, wishing he could thank her for everything. For talking to him, bathing him, treating him like a human-being.

“Do you feel strong enough to write?” She asked, “Can I get you a whiteboard?”

He nodded again.

“I’ll be right back.” She swiftly left the room. 

Rooster couldn’t help but love watching her walk away. Along with a beautiful face, he could tell she had a great body hiding underneath those scrubs. It had been so long since he’d seen a pretty girl.

She returned quickly with a whiteboard and a marker, handing it to him, “What’s on your mind Lieutenant?”

Call me Bradley. He scribbled, 

“Nice to meet you Bradley.” She smiled down at him, “How are ya feelin’?”

Better now that I’m clean and awake. He wrote.

“There’s something healing about a bath and being taken out of your drug induced sleep, huh?” She giggled.

Rooster nodded and started writing again, Thank you for everything.

“No biggie. I’m glad to see you doing so well. Is it okay if I do a full assessment on you, just since you’re awake now?” She asked.

He nodded, this girl could do anything she wanted to him. She was basically his angel.

[mirisss]

SKZ reaction to their gf being in a car crash part 2

SKZ OT8 x afab! reader

Here is part 2 of this request, it’s been quite long since I wrote the first part but I hope you all enjoy this second and last part. It’s not very good in my own opinion because I kind of ran out of ideas for it but I still hope you can enjoy it. 

Wordcount ≈ 740

Warnings, mentions of a car crash, anxiety, sort of PTSD, 

Part 1

Third person POV

A week had gone by since the accident, (Y/n) had some trouble moving around in the dorm as her leg held her back, however, she had finally gotten somewhat of a hang of how to use the crutches in the best way. 

It’s been a week, and while her mental health hasn’t been too bad, she had avoided going in a car, and she barely left the apartment. Coming home with all eight of her boyfriends on that day was hard, but she managed to do it, now, she was terrified of getting inside a car. Her whole body would tremble when she thought of having to drive again. 

Today, she had to face that fear. (Y/n) had an appointment with a doctor who had to check up on her injuries, to see how they were healing, and if they needed to adjust the pain meds. (Y/n) had barely slept anything that night, anxious over having to go in a car. 

“Hey, honey, everything will be okay, we will be there with you every step of the way,” Hyunjin said as he tried to calm (Y/n) down. “Everything will be fine, just breathe, we won’t leave your side,” Felix added as he gently squeezed (Y/n)’s hand. “What if something happens to you guys as well?” (Y/n) was crying, trembling, and shaking, anxiety had completely clouded her mind, and the monster inside her had shifted from focusing on more bad things happening to her and now it focused on something happening to her boyfriends.

“I understand that it might seem scary, but how long have you been driving without an accident?” Bang Chan asked, “A few years,” “Right, so the probability of getting in an accident isn’t that large, of course, anything can happen but try to see it positively, like it won’t happen again,” He continued as he gave (Y/n) a reassuring smile. 

(Y/n) took a deep breath and nodded, shaking out her arms in an attempt to calm herself. “We’re here every step of the way with you,” Jisung said, his own eyes trembling with worry, worry for her, he understood her anxiety more than most of the others, having struggled with it for a long time himself. “I’ll sing for you all the way if that helps,” Seungmin and Jeonging both said at the same time, this caused (Y/n) to finally crack a tiny smile as everyone looked shocked at the two youngest who lightly chuckled. “We’ll take it nice and slow, extra carefully,” Changbin said. “We’ll get through this together, just like we have with everything else,” Minho said as he gently put his hand on (Y/n)’s face, stroking his thumb over her cheek, his eyes holding nothing but love in them. (Y/n) took a deep breath, with her eight boyfriends there to help her, she would fight this fear, she would try to atleast. 

“Okay, let’s go,” She said, body still trembling, glossy eyes, and clenched teeth, she was determined to try and do this, no matter how scary it was. No matter how much her body wanted to fight it, her mind had to be stronger, and it was, with the gentle help of her eight amazing boyfriends, who helped steady her on the way down to the car, who helped her when she wanted to run away at the sight of the garage doors, who helped her get into the car with her eyes closed to try and fight the fear. With them all singing in the car, holding her hands, gently whispering in her ears, anything to distract her from the panic rising in her as she heard the motor starting and felt the car move. 

It wasn’t easy, but eventually, (Y/n) would be brave enough to travel normally in a car, until then, she had SKZ to make her feel safe. 

[yanderes-galore]

(DBD) The Unknown scenario where it's mimicking a clock in readers home to toy with them/indirectly tell them how much time they have left before they get taken by it? - Dredge anon

Considering how it can mimic voices... sounds make sense, too. This is a bit short but I hope it shows a theme of dread. I like writing fics that are just dread. I know this could have been longer, but I just... got impatient like usual.

Ticking Down

Yandere! The Unknown Scenario

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation (?), Implied kidnapping, Swearing, Dubious intentions.

Why won't the ticking stop?

You have been up for what feels like nights to the sound of distant ticking. It happens every night, waking you up every time. You've checked everywhere for it.

You're pretty sure the clocks in your home don't have batteries anymore.

Every night just drags you to the brink of madness. The lack of sleep makes you jumpy, anxious. You feel as though you're being watched.

... Are you?

You can't stop glancing around your home. In the mirror, your eyes are bloodshot with bags. You're shaking due to nerves and the lack of proper rest.

That dreaded ticking ringing in your ears as you wander your home idly.

At this point the ticking doesn't sound mechanical. You can't describe it but... it doesn't sound right. How do you know the ticking isn't all in your head?

What if the ticking stopped long ago?

What if you're really just crazy?

You begin to get frustrated as hours turn into days. By the time weeks start rolling around, you feel like a zombie power napping in your home. Yet you can never stay asleep for long.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick....

A clock you can never disable. Soon enough you have trouble trying to figure out what's real and what's fake. You quiver and shake in your bed, at this point in hysterics.

The ticking still torments you. You even went to the doctor, only to be given a prescription for sleep pills and anti-psychotics. You try to take them... it's temporary relief...

But then it's no longer just the dreaded ticking.

You thought the meds would help if you're crazy. Except now you hear distorted giggling and scuttling outside. You keep looking out your windows, your doors...

There's just more ticking.

Frustration makes you scream in your home. A scream of anguish and fatigue. You just want to be normal! What do you get in return?

More laughs... more laughs at your expense. Then there's more scuttling and you wonder if you're laughing at yourself. This has got to be all some psychotic hallucination.

There's more ticking... more scuttling...

And an audible thump against your home.

You jump, looking around. You're crazy... Yes, you're crazy.... Because thinking you're crazy is more rational than accepting reality.

You had exited your room from another power nap in an attempt to investigate the noise. Your living room seemed still... nothing in sight. You even look outside your door... nothing.

Yet you hear voices whisper as there's more quick skittering once you close the door. More ticking echoes in your ears as you sob. You just want to sleep... you want things to end...

Then there's a loud crash in your home... and the thump of someone hitting the floor.

You quietly yet quickly pace towards the noise, looking into your bedroom from the hallway. In your room lies someone... or something... on the floor. Your window has shattered glass across the floor... black goo coating the sharp debris...

Then the damn thing moves.

You don't bother stifling the scream from your mouth as the... creature moves. Each movement is twisted, unnatural... each bone in its body cracking as a hollow face stares at you. You feel nausea burn in your throat...

Then it starts fucking ticking....

You feel yourself losing it. Yes, you really are crazy. You must be. But this all looks too damn real...

It smells too damn real... like a corpse.

The creature taunts you. It doesn't bother talking, just ticking. For a moment you try to be rational. That ticking is too familiar to you. For just a moment...

You wonder if this creature is behind all your problems...

But that's crazy... you're crazy...

Yet you'd believe it.

The being, a twisted amalgamation of something that looks human... but isn't... stalks closer. Black ichor drips from the wounds in its flesh. It smells... foreign. Rot and toxins are what comes to mind...

You need to run...

Yet you're so tired...

You can't take it anymore.

Tears run down your cheeks, you back away. It's so hard to breathe. You feel panic set in as you try to flee.

The ticking feels as though it gets louder as you try to run. It's all such a primal instinct. Your head pounds and aches. Your vision suddenly distorted and you find your body giving out from the lack of sleep.

You cry out as your body collides with the floor. You whimper quietly as you try to get up. God, it hurts to even run... It hurts...

You freeze when you hear the cracking of bones and the creature skittering across the floor. You feel it step over you on all fours before standing in front of you. The creature's neck snaps... bent backwards to look at you. You stare... the being's twisted head staring at you.

Its twisted smile is what greets you as it moves closer, shaking in anticipation...

Then the ticking starts again.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I’m new to asking for requests but I’ve been a fan of your stories for quite a while. I know this request probably won’t get noticed but I am still gonna try!

Can you so some more TFA Skyline (Starscreams SG Twin) getting harmed/Injured somehow? Either it can be by the Bots or Cons (Maybe accidentally for Cons) and Starscream just isn’t having it and is about to blast whoever hurt his twin to oblivion until Skyline assures him for the 60th time that he’s ok?

(I need Starscream getting anxiety over his dear twin)

P.S Your platonic/familial stories are absolutely incredible and I love them so much! You are so amazing and talented!! Remember to take care of yourself!

Thanks for the compliment!

Hope you enjoy!

Skyline gets injured

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TFA

Skyline didn’t get injured too often.

Most of his injuries had come from the war and minor accidents from run ins with the small crew of Autobots.

Everything was minor dents and scratches, nothing to worry about.

Starscream didn’t worry about his twin.

If anything, HE was the danger magnet out of the two.

Starscream flying around. PING! Starscream sighs and answers his com line. Starscream: “What is it? I’m busy!” Blitzwing: “Its Skyline.” Starscream: “What about him?” Blitzwing: “He is in the medbay.” Starscream: “…” CLICK! Blitzwing looks at his com line. Blitzwing: “Did he just hang up?” Lugnut: “Maybe he was busy?” CRASH! Starscream: “WHERE IS HE!?”

Turns out Skyline and Blackarachnia were on their way to supervise the Constructicons on their latest construction.

The machine had exploded after a faulty wire cross causing a massive cave in.

Skyline had used his larger frame to protect Blackarachnia much softer frame.

The techno organic had dragged him back to the med bay.

The most serious damage Skyline had received was a bended wing and fractured pede.

Starscream really wants to fight the Constructicon’s but right now he has to double check that everything was done right.

Starscream stays by Skyline’s side for most of his recovery.

Even after his recovery, Starscream literally ‘hovers’ around his twin for a couple more days before going back to the usual routine.

Skyline is laying on the berth while Starscream leans on the wall. Starscream: “I should be out patrolling by now. I should be out in the skies and shooting those blasted Autobots. But here I am watching over you like some sparkling.” Skyline: “No one is making you stay. You can leave.” Starscream huffs. Starscream: “Maybe I will!” Starscream goes to leave but sees Skyline start to get out of the berth. Starscream: “That does not mean you can leave!” Starscream goes over and readjusts his twin’s pedes and makes sure he is comfortable. Skyline smirks a bit. Skyline: “Aww, you do care.” Starscream: “Sh-shut it!”

He complains to his twin about how grateful he should be to keep him here.

And he also the second bot how makes sure that he stays in the med bay.

The first bot is Blackarachnia.

It was a bit strange having her around, but he got used to it.

She was probably just here as repayment for the save.

Skyline testing his injured pede. Blackarachnia: “And what do you think you’re doing?” Skyline jumps a bit but smiles at the techno organic. Skyline: “And how’s the servo doing?” Blackarachnia scowls. Blackarachnia: “Doesn’t matter. What are you doing putting pressure on your pede. You know you still need to put it to rest.” Skyline: “A little exercising never hurt no—Ow!—okay maybe it does hurt…” Blackarachnia shakes her helm and helps him back on the berth. Skyline: “…But seriously are you okay?” Blackarachnia: “… I’m fine… and… thank you.” Skyline smiles and pats her servo. Blackarachnia pulls back and leaves the room. Blackarachnia: “Dumb Seeker… always thinking with your spark than your processor.”

[unknowntoyou2205]

Hello Sweetheart if you don't mind ofc Whould you write me an imagine Fanfic Oneshot imagine of about me and Will Halstead pliss 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️

Info: Y/n Halstead prepared to spend her first married new year alone, but Will has other plans

Pairing: Will Halstead x wife reader

After 5 years together, y/n and Will had happily tied the knot during the school holidays. With y/n being a teacher it wasn’t easy to take time off, but being a doctor made weekends difficult for Will to take off. The two were patient on the lead up for marriage, but Will had been adamant to make y/n his before the year was out. So they had a small ceremony in June during the week, with their celebration of course in Mollies, with all of med, 51 and Intelligence present. Neither of their parents were present in their lives, with Will’s father a dead beat of a father and y/n being an orphan, so they weren’t around for the wedding.

Now, 6 months on the two had developed a healthy routine that allowed them to spend time together without effecting their jobs. Y/n knew that Will was passionate about being a doctor, and she didn’t want to mess with that, so she wasn’t one to complain when he worked longer hours and wasn’t home before she went to bed. Her hours were more routine, and she would make sure to do plans and corrections before leaving the school, avoiding bringing work home. Will made sure to get at least one weekend a month to spend with his wife, and made sure to spend some form of special days with her when possible.

New years was no different. Will had gotten up earlier so the two could go out for a nice lunch at y/n’s favourite restaurant. He had the night shift so y/n knew they wouldn’t be ringing in the new year together, so she made sure to enjoy the time she had for herself.

“I’m sure next year I’ll have it off.” Will stated as he grabbed his bag for work, and y/n laughed in dismissal. “Don’t be silly, I’m sure tonight will be busy with people making silly mistakes, so don’t worry about me.” Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around Will’s neck. “Doing anything nice?” Will asked, intrigued on what she’ll do. “I think Jay is going to meet me for a walk and then I’ll just come back here, open a bottle of wine for the night and then head to bed.” “Sounds depressing.” Will commented, and y/n frowned at him jokingly before kissing him gently. “I love you.” Y/n mumbled, smiling brightly at her husband. “And I love you. I’ll give you a call if I can, see if your still awake.” Will joked, giving y/n quick peck on the lips before pulling away to put on his coat. “You and I both now that won’t happen.” Y/n laughed, and Will shrugged his shoulders in dismissal. “Bye.” Will smiled, giving her a half wave as he opened the door. “Save lives.” Y/n replied, before moving to the window to watch for his car to pull off.

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Y/n had spent her day out with Jay after he finished his shift and they had winded up walking the small park with some coffee in hands before meeting with Hailey for dinner, which y/n was sure she had crashed in on despite their protests that it was fine. Jay and y/n were close ever since Will had introduced them to each other, and he had become like an older brother to her. He always checked on her when Will was working late or working nights. Living a block away from each other helped, and despite it being annoying y/n was grateful to finally have a family that cared for each other.

Now, y/n was sitting at the Tv, bottle of wine opened in front of her with a glass filled with the red liquid. There was nothing on but y/n had thrown on a channel that was showcasing some new year’s event, scrolling through her phone to answer the new year messages she had received. Majority of her friends were on shift for the night, so it was going to be awhile before anyone would respond. She laughed as Conor, y/n’s best friend since childhood and Will’s colleague, had texted her a picture of the two from their teen years, both having a drink that had been stolen from Mister Rodhes cabinet.

Hearing the last song play out and catching the time, y/n grabbed her glass from the table as the host began to introduce the count down for the new year. The crowds that were present at the festival could be heard cheering as the countdown began. Y/n chanced her luck to call Will, but only smiled as she got his voicemail, knowing he was busy looking after patients. As the chants counted down to one, y/n heads whipped around as she heard the door open. Frowning, she put the glass down to stand up, thinking she had locked the door earlier when she came in.

“Hello?” Y/n called out, unsure of what to do. She wasn’t expecting anything, so hearing no answer made her freeze. “Who’s there?” Y/n called again, moving towards the front door, trying to catch the intruder.

She jumped as fireworks were heard outside the window, and she screamed as someone came into her view. A familiar laugh came out of the figures mouth, and y/n squinted before sighing when she seen who it was. Will kept laughing as he moved towards y/n, immediately moving to catch her lips.

“Happy new year.” Will muttered, allowing y/n to hit his chest. “I thought you were an intruder.” Y/n stated, whacking him across the chest to no effect. “I’m sorry, it was too hard to resist seeing you all curled up to the sofa.” Will laughed, and y/n smiled. “I called and received no answer so thought you were busy working.” Y/n stated, shivering slightly as Will brought his hands up her back to her shoulders. “They were all teasing me at work saying how bad I was for leaving you alone for our first year married, so Maggie told me to go when it was ….” Will closed off the end, not wanting to jinx it, causing y/n to chuckle at the medical beliefs. “But it seems I needn’t of bothered, for I still have received a happy new year to everyone bar the most important person.” “Happy new year, Halstead.” Y/n mumbled, moving to kiss Will once again. “Same to you, Halstead.” Will smirked as the name rolled off his tongue, peppering y/n’s faces with kisses as she giggled. “How long you got?” She asked, moving to lean on his chest as she moved to look out the window where the fireworks were still going. “Not long. Just a quick hello goodbye.” Will laughed, and y/n laughed back. “Go save some lives.” Y/n smiled, and Will kissed her forehead. “I love you.” Will mumbled in her hair before moving away. “I love you too.” Y/n stated, “I better call Jay and tell him there’s an intruder.” She called after him. “At least I know he’d be there for you if needed.” Will shrugged, and y/n nodded in agreement. “Happy new year y/n.” “Happy new year.” Y/n smiled, before watching her husband walk out the door.

[fromabasementonthehilll]

My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.1)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: after finding the cabin, lottie ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎had begun acting weirder than usual.

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

Pt.2

a/n: thinking of making this into 2 or 3 parts?? this is more of a build up so I'm sorry if it's a bit slow!

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It had been a week, maybe more, after the crash. You counted the days - believing it wasn't long until you would all be found and saved. Everyone followed the same belief, but it slowly began to lose its appeal as the days got longer and there was no promise of rescue, and you had lost track anyway.

Misty had treated you alongside everyone else, she wrapped your gashed shoulder up with a bandage out of some emergency aid kit in the planes cabinet, which you had been unwrapping everyday to keep clean. It was fine at first, but the shortages of antibiotics and extra bandages had it healing much slower than it should've, it hurt like a bitch and you were putting up the best 'tough' act you could to avoid adding anymore stress to the situation.

You sat outside of the cabin on a broken log, setting up fire to cook dinner, faintly smelling the herbs in the air that Mari managed to find whilst the others were either doing laundry or getting water from the nearby lake. Lottie hadn't been doing much, though. Her mind was in a different place ever since the crash, you noticed as she began to act differently recently, but you thought nothing of it - everyone else had been stressed, unorganised and tired, so why would it be out of the ordinary for Lottie to feel the same?

You and Lottie began dating a month before the flight, she had confessed to you one day after practice - you watched panic on her face as she barely managed to get her words out, before you laughed in reassurance and told her you felt the same way. Neither of you had told anyone about your relationship and wanted to keep it that way - it wouldn't benefit you or her.

"Hey, you okay?" she came up to you, sitting on the log opposite of the one you sat on, her expression ardent each time she saw you.

"Yeah, is Shauna done with the meat yet?" You asked, feeling hunger eat away at your stomach. "No I don't think so, she's trying to get Jackie to do something," she explained, "I'm sure she'll be done by the time you set up the fire, though." you nodded, giving up on rubbing sticks for the time being. "You look real good for someone who's stranded in the wilderness, y'know" she laughed, watching you trying to rub off the ash from last nights fire, "Shut up, Lottie" you teased with the same toothy smile she loved.

It took you a while to get used to the new situation, though more often than not you were helping around with things. In around 5th grade your parents thought it was a good idea to get you into girl scouts, you partially hated them for it - the uniform sucked and you'd always be covered in dirt. You had been mentally reciting the folklore stories told by the counsellors; as the wilderness caved in some of your old memories, often wondering if they had any truth to them. You stayed there until you turned 14, learning a bunch of survival skills that you brushed off as stupid, it was ironic how useful they were now.

"Lot, how are you?" You hadn't asked that in ages, too preoccupied with surviving, just as everyone else had been. Lottie's breath hitched, knowing she wasn't fine at all, considering her meds ran out. "I'm fine, I just missed you (y/n)." She smiled sheepishly, suppressing the doubt she had in her own words. She truly did miss you, the distance that brewed between you two wasn't as bad as it could've been, but she needed you the most right now.

You could sense her unease, standing up to sit next to her, "You can talk to me, you know that right?" You moved your hand towards hers, smiling warmly as you looked at each other. her eyes were filled with anguish, her jaw clenching before she spoke,

"Promise you won't think I'm weird?"

"I promise."

You leaned towards her, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear before letting loose of her worry, "I've had these strange visions," Her gaze was diverted to the floor, "and I've been hearing things." she shook her head in disbelief, almost shocked; confused. "What kind of visions?" You kept your eyes on her, not thinking any less of her. "I don't know, it's like I can see what happens before it happens." She gave you a sorry look, you opened your mouth to speak before being interrupted by Shauna, "Here." Jackie stood behind her as Shauna handed you the meat, looking at it in complete disgust.

Lottie wasn't given the opportunity to offer you an explanation, but it made sense to you, considering her strange act for the past week.

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The night grew colder than the last, you had been sleeping in the attic with lottie for the past few days to prove it wasn't haunted, and you struggled to keep heat upstairs. "Just sleep here, near the fire." Shauna stated after you had tried to haggle for more blankets, you refused, though, wanting to spend more time with Lottie and keep an eye on her after she had opened up to you. "well feel free to come downstairs, there's always room." she finished, laying down the pillows.

You climbed the ladder to see lottie already there, facing the window - illuminated by the moon and stars. sitting behind her, you spoke, "Another vision?" It was a couple days after she had spoken to you about them, and she told you what she could. They weren't too frequent, but when they happened you'd stay close to her.

"I heard a baby crying this time, it went on and off for a while, but I cant figure it out." Her words were cold and hurt. You were the only one who knew about her newfound state, since you swore not to tell anybody to avoid Lottie seeming crazy to the others, and that's why you tried your best to understand, to help her. but often your help was useless, you figured it might've just been a trauma response to the crash, and you stuck around. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind, bringing your body close to hers and resting your head on the back of her neck.

"Things'll gonna be okay, Lottie." Your voice was warming, bringing slight comfort to her discomfort.

You two sat there for a while, your eyes resting as she gazed at the night sky, before she turned to face you. "What if they won't be?" She bit her lip, making constant eye contact with you. She'd wear your jewellery often, you assumed it just got lost in the crash until you noticed, but she just wanted you close to her when you weren't around, and talking to each other for more than a minute was rare lately, so she had resorted to constant distress and longing.

She couldn't risk hurting you as a result of her own disturbance, just like she had before, and she subconsciously needed your reassurance that things wouldn't go that way.

"Why would you think that?" You shook your head, seeing Lottie avert her gaze to your shoulder, "Because things haven't been in our favour for a while." Her feelings were daunting to figure out, you looked up at her with sad yet hopeful eyes. "Stressing about it isn't gonna make it any better, Lot." You chuckled lightly, sensing tension brewing and wanting to avoid her mind going back into the dark place it would often wander to. She smiled in return, her eyes softening at your remark. "Hey do you remember when we would go on those road trips? you'd be so tired driving, I'd have to remind you not to crash into a tree" Lottie spoke, you saw her jaw soften and heard her laugh filling the wooden room, "And you would play shitty music just to rile me up," You added, "What?? I played it because I liked those songs (y/n), don't judge me,"

You two would often drive to seattle in your old beaten up sedan to visit your family, though you'd always make sure to turn it into a full blown camping roadtrip each time - since Washington was on the complete opposite side of New Jersey.

"You think we can go again after we're back home?" It didn't even cross your mind that Lottie thought there was chance of rescue, you were taken aback for a moment. When Lottie was with you something would alter inside of her, as if everything negative she ever believed had dissipated, you gave her hope.

"We'll go wherever you want."

She smiled a moment before her eyes looked up to yours and then down to your lips - then back to your eyes again, she kissed you and you could've sworn you felt religion in her lips; how they caressed yours with trails of grace.

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"Are you fucking kidding me lottie?? what's gotten into you?" A riled up voice spat under lottie who had just stood there. "Nat, calm down." Shauna intervened, you walked out of the cabin, rubbing your puffy eyes as they adjusted to the light, woken by the voices after the best sleep you'd had in a while. "What's going on?" You looked towards Nat and Lottie.

"Lottie's acting like she's in The Craft or something, sort her out before she casts a spell on one of us." Natalie faced you with annoyance, your bottom lip slightly hung out - still half asleep. Everyone knew something was up with Lottie after she bashed her head into the window, it wasn't that much of a secret after all. Most were worried and you could tell, and so Natalie's reaction had you confused, you looked around to see everyone waiting for your response.

"She's been through a lot, like the rest of us. just leave her alone, Nat." You sighed, everyone went back inside - Natalie flailing her arms as you gestured for Lottie to follow you somewhere deeper into the forest. "What happened? are you okay?" You stopped amongst the woods, "Yeah, fine." she looked distressed and distant, crossing her arms, "Just ignore her, she didn't mean it," Lottie cut you off as her rushing thoughts came out,

"But what if she's right? what if I really am going crazy?"

"You're not crazy Lottie, you're just as fucked as the rest of us, nothing more." Your reassurance seemed to get through to her, your words meant the world to her and you knew it.

"You don't think there's something wrong with me?" Her face was almost pale, skin rough and almost loving eyes.

"Oh my god, of course not," you faltered into a feathery smile, "You're perfect, Lottie." You watched as her face began to regain her warm colour, softening at your words. Sometimes it felt like the world stopped around you when you were near her, you would've done anything - just to see her okay again, and she would've done anything to see you carefree and happy, just like you used to be.

She looked to the ground, laughing in relief while small tears left her eyes. "And I'm the sappy one?"

"Yeah okay, I'm not the one who wrote a love letter as an apology," She slapped your shoulder and you kept giggling like a maniac, before you were stopped dead in your tracks by Misty carrying an empty water bucket, "Are you two planning on helping?" One hand on her hip and the other holding out the bucket, "It's unfair to think you're exempt from helping when we should all be-"

"Jeez okay we'll fill it up." Lottie suppressed her laughter the best she could, running to take the bucket from an impatient Misty.

After getting back to the cabin, you settled on the living room floor with a blanket and a book. You never read books much before, however somehow it had become a routine by now.

"What're you reading?" Lottie asked, sliding down next to you.

"To the Lighthouse, Virgina Woolf. I found it in one of the drawers in the attic."

"Any good?" You never took Lottie as a reader, her interests only really came to surface when you would talk about yours, "I'll finish it and let you know." You looked at her with a smile, closing the book and resting it to the side for the time being.

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Your mouth was filled with sickening sweetness as you chewed on the last of your food, which just happened to be the gummies your mom packed you 'for the road'.

There was no food left, and your hunger began to yearn for something else - someone else.

And her winter was cursed with your bewitchment,

the loving haze which she had caused upon you herself.

[maxybabyy]

Daniel is three weeks into the programme when Scotty asks to join him.

“What do you say then? Should we go for a run like we used to?” He says and nudges Daniel’s shoe with a naked toe. “Get some of those muscles back on you, eh?”

Daniel laughs, hooks his foot around his ankle. He pulls him into his lap, rests his weight on his good leg. “Don’t think I can keep up with you anymore, Scotty. You, me, and my bum knee. Don’t think we’re getting very far, yeah?”

Scotty smiles, rubs a thumb over the LED bracelet he slapped on in case the sun sets before he comes home. It’s better than the yellow vest his mother had told him to wear, but it still makes him feel ridiculous. Scotty, he knows, prefers to run on trails, in the deep woods with nothing but trees and birds to keep you company.

But Daniel cannot do that now.

The forest floor is too uneven for him, filled with broken-off branches and stones the size of his fist. He can barely run a mile on a flat surface, doesn’t want to challenge himself with a broken ankle as well. So he runs by the roads now, always in the vicinity of help if he were to fall.

“Hey, Lance and the fam are coming into town in two weeks or so,” Scotty says and pulls out his phone. He flips the screen around to show him a scenic view of one of the trails they used to take before the crash. A viewpoint over the water, secluded enough that Daniel had gone to his knees without problems, sucked him off until they were both fucked out and satisfied on their way down.

“I don’t know your schedule, never know where you are these days, Ric,” he says, laughs. It feels weird in his chest, bitter to taste, but Daniel laughs with him, doesn’t say the answer nowadays is mostly PT. “But it would be cool if you could come, yeah? Been a while since we’ve done something like this.”

Daniel smiles, tightens the hand resting on Scotty’s hip.

Scotty wasn’t around when Daniel crashed, deep in his training programme for the next circuit of games. Blake had offered to call him, to arrange his flights so he could come and see him before his surgery. But Daniel hadn’t wanted Scotty to see him like that, injured and pathetic, overcome with pain at any movement of his leg.

He had been on crutches by the time Scotty came home, moving by himself and mostly off the hard meds. “Come to play nurse, haven’t I?” Scotty said and clumsily carried him to bed. But even then was a shit time for Daniel, no position suitable for both sex and his knee.

Times like these are when he regrets not involving Scotty more in his recovery. The evasive memory of his crash and subsequent injury, the current limitations he was working with.

“Don’t really think I can, babe,” Daniel says and tips him to the side, Scotty landing on the couch with a bump. He leans down to tighten his shoes, stands up for a quick stretch. “Unless you wanna carry me down?”

Scotty hums, stares at his knee, at the scar making its way down his leg. He looks, puzzled, and Daniel doesn’t know how to feel.

“Yeah, no dice, mate,” he says faintly.

Daniel shrugs, tries to breathe out the bitter frustration. He leans down for a kiss, just a brush of their lips before he’s upright again. “Right, I’ll be off. Dinner later? I will order something.”

He’s barely out of the door before his phone is in his hand, music in his ears as he presses start on the next run in his programme.

“Another day, another lovely run with you. I am coach Max, the Red Bull Running global head coach, and I will be with you every step of this two-mile run,” Max says in his ears, the familiar accent easing him into a different mindset as he lets the built-up frustration bleed away.

“You did not want to be here maybe. Perhaps the weather is bad where you run, and you feel tired today also. But you pressed start, so for the next 1.6 kilometres, I will of course help you to become the best runner you can today, and I think that is the most important thing right now.”

Daniel breathes out, shifts the pressure onto his bad knee, and when it feels good, he picks up the pace, loses himself in Max’s voice, “I’m here, Maxy. Tell me what to do.”

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Med 4x5

You can read the rest of the series here

Well, my Monday was a shitshow. If any of your day was as shitty as mine, I hope this shiny new chapter makes you feel better! I might have to back off on my posting to once a week- so don’t be alarmed. I’ve just been busy and I’m trying to curb my burnout. <3

Jay's mood is stormy when he gets back to his apartment. He had left straight from work when he found out the FBI had decided to have Will bug the Burks house. Jay had gone to keep his older brother in line and out of trouble.

Kim had offered to go with him but he dismissed her, telling her he would meet her back at his apartment and they would catch up on Blind Love with a cheeky smile. She corrected him as she always did- “Love is blind”. She swore he messed up the name on purpose to make a point. Kim also knew he didn’t hate the show half as much as he pretended. His commentary showed how invested he was easily spilling off names and hounding men for being assholes to the women.

Kim heard the door close from where she was in the bathroom. She starts down the hallway, “Did you two work out your issues?”

“What issues?” Jay was bent over unlacing his boots. He looks up to level her with an even look. Kim could see the stress in his features. Jay looked like he had just spent hours in the interrogation room with a perp that had been worked hard but was giving nothing but sass and unhelpful commentary.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Jay rolled his eyes at her but a self-deprecating smile was tugging at his lips. He grabbed her face pulling her in for a kiss. “I’m just glad to be home. How about some popcorn to go with our trash TV?”

“With Bacon?” Kim’s brown eyes lit up with the thought of one of Jay’s specialty popcorns. He traces her jaw with his thumb. Jay was happy that after a night of sleep, Kim’s anger about him punching Ruzek had dissipated. She had been a little distant the last three days but as he promised things at work had cooled. Ruzek and him had slipped back into a comfortable truce.

“I think I could be persuaded.” Jay stole another couple of gentle pecks. Kim's phone starts ringing. “I’ll start on it.” He gave her one more kiss before she answered her phone. Jay had only just gotten to the kitchen and put the pan on the stove when he heard Kim’s frantic voice calling his name. He skittered around the corner to see Kim, her face pale. “Kim, what’s wrong?”

“I have to go to the hospital.”

Jay drives back to Med for the second time that day. Zoey had called Kim in tears telling her that Nicole had fallen down the stairs and they were in the ambulance en route to the hospital. He drops Kim off at the door and then goes around to park his truck. When he strides in a flash of painful memories of his father's death crashes over him like a wave before he can push it back.

He sees the mop of red curls before he registers his older brother heading his way. He wasn’t in the mood or the time to have another argument. “Not now Will.” Will holds his hands up showing he came in peace.

“I just talked to Ethan about Nicole. It looks like she has a broken arm. We think from trying to catch herself when she started to fall. Kim is in with her.” Jay gave him a nod before starting to head towards the room. “Jay,” He paused turning back to his brother, “She was completely trashed. Well over a safe alcohol limit and then some. And I’ll say it seems like she has been drinking heavily for some time.”

Jay sighs heavily scrubbing his hand down his face. Kim had been trying unsuccessfully to reach out to her older sister for weeks. He knew how much she had been trying to help and how awful every time an attempt failed. “Okay, thanks, Will.” Jay took a breath trying to figure out how to approach what to do next.

“One more thing.” Will gestured to the doctor's lounge. “I took Zoey into the lounge to give her some time to process everything. She was a mess when she got here. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the hustle of the ED or the waiting room.”

“Thanks, man,” Will nodded putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder squeezing it comfortingly. When the young girl had come in with her mother it had taken him a minute to realize who they were. It was only when Maggie had offered to call someone for her and Zoey said she had already called her aunt Kim that it had clicked into place.

“She’s family,” Will stated simply. Jay stalled in indecision for only a moment before heading to the lounge to check on Zoey. She had looked up at him with bloodshot eyes before shooting to her feet and scrambling into his arms. Her hot tears soaked through his shirt as her arms locked around his waist.

“I got you, kid.”

Jay talked to Kim and offered to take Zoey to get some food while she waited for her sister to get her cast on. She had thanked him and he had led a hesitant Zoey out. Will had caught them as they were leaving and tempted Zoey with the diner they had gone to as kids cleverly called The Diner. He boasted of the best milkshakes and loaded cheese fries. Zoey had given him a strained smile as she agreed.

Even with the strain between the Halstead brothers they always came through for each other when it mattered. It was why Jay had been vigilant about all of Will’s CI responsibilities. He wanted to make sure Will was as safe as possible and kept himself from unintentional get in trouble or in too deep with the FBI. It was why Will had come over like clockwork for months after Erin had blown out of town. Quietly and unobtrusively checking on his younger brother as he struggled with his heartbreak.

They all ordered milkshakes and an appetizer of loaded fries. The boys ordered burgers and Zoey ordered tenders. The food was amazing as promised but Zoey picked at her food. Her stomach was rolling with anxiety. The two didn’t force her to talk or pepper with her questions. They let her sit in silence and drink sluggishly on her chocolate shake. Years later when she had to write an essay about found family for a college assignment she would use this night as an example of why family wasn't blood deep.

The time passed in a blur to her. She barely remembered Jay ushering her back into his truck. When he parked, she felt a dull pang of surprise to find herself outside of an apartment complex instead of back at the hospital. When he unlocks the door and she walks in she takes in the neutral color palate and organized but minimalistic style. It had the makings of a bachelor's pad but as she sinks into the plush couch, she decides it doesn’t matter.

Jay returns a few minutes later with a bottle of water for each of them. “Kim is still with your mom. They are figuring some stuff out. So, you are going to stay here for the night and we will figure the rest out in the morning. Does that sound okay kiddo?” She gives a small nod. He offers the remote to her. “How about you pick something to watch while I find something for you to sleep in? I think Kim has some pajama pants here.” Her hand closes around the hard plastic as he rises off the couch.

He was starting down the hallway when she started shakily, “It’s been going on for months now.” He pauses coming to sit back down on the couch with her. “The drinking. It was strange. At first, I thought she was doing better- getting over everything. I- I didn’t even know she had been drinking at first. It all spiraled so quickly. I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have told Aunt Kim. This is my fault.” Her dark eyes dropped to her lap rotating the remote in her hands anxiously.

“Hey, this is not your fault kiddo.” Zoey pressed her lips together tears still in her eyes. “It’s not your job to take care of your mom, okay Zoey?” Her dark eyes held her disbelief, her guilt plainly for anyone to see. Her bottom lip trembled as shaky breaths came out of her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay right?” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Her words were quiet and disheartened. Jay pulled her back into another hug, trying to give her some stability as her world continued to spin.

“Yeah, I know it’s hard but try not to worry.”

Kim walked into the dark apartment. It is late, and she is exhausted. She notices Zoey passed out on the couch. Kim’s favorite blanket draped across her and the TV still playing The Nightmare Before Christmas. Kim wants to smile at the knowledge that no matter her age it was still her comfort movie. Smiling right now seems impossible so she settles for watching the "What this?" song play on the screen. Her brain blissfully flatlining.

She heard the soft padding of feet as Jay entered the living room. He opens his arms wordlessly and she walks into them leaning into him in exhaustion. The two of them couldn’t seem to catch a break this year. The saying “when it rains it pours” hitting just a little too close to home. “She agreed to go to rehab. We checked her in tonight.”

[demonvampire180writes]

Groundhog Day Final Chapter

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When he wakes, the minimal light passing through the blinds is gone, leaving the room blanketed in darkness. Shifting his head, he notices Buck has returned, passed out in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs that Tommy knows hospital rooms use to deter family from staying overnight.

He’s leaning onto one fist, mouth hanging open as he snores quietly, oblivious to Tommy’s gaze. Tommy’s heart aches as he watches him, remembering how it feels to sleep next to Buck’s warm, solid body. He misses the way Buck curls into a shrimp shape, hugging anything that’s nearby. At first, he always seemed to go for whatever pillow wasn’t being slept on, but within the month, Tommy became Buck’s favored hugging pillow. And Tommy relished in it. No matter how shitty of a day he had, coming home to Buck in his bed was a guaranteed mood lightener.

A lump forms, and he swallows it down, turning away from him, not wanting to remember. Even so, he feels the phantom scrape of Buck’s scruff against his chest as he adjusts in his sleep, and the way he’d whine when Tommy would extricate himself on days he had to work and Buck didn’t. There’s the ghostly scent of Buck’s favorite coffee wafting from some far off distance and the smell of homemade brioche French toast.

No, wait. Buck’s never made Tommy French toast before, at least not from scratch. The dreams come back to him and he moans quietly; he can see her face in his mind - the little princess that the universe really said copy and paste Buck’s DNA. Knowing that she’s just a dream hurts almost worse than the physical pain. She’s something Tommy could’ve had with Buck.

Sighing, he closes his eyes and wills himself back to sleep.

The next time he wakes, the sun is coming through open blinds and Adelina is asking what he would like for breakfast. Head a little foggy he replies, “Nothing. I’m good.” To which she gives him a somewhat reproachful look but just nods, telling him to call if he gets hungry. He smiles at her as she leaves the room. Sighing, he searches for the bed controls and presses the “up” button for the head of the bed. It moves slowly, but smoothly, yet it still gives Tommy pause as pain lances through his healing arm. Adelina had upped the drip with the pain meds a little but they have yet to kick in. Soon, he’s in a mostly upright position, giving him a better view of the room.

He’s not surprised to see that Buck is no longer sitting in the chair. Serves me right, I guess. I’m surprised he even stayed once he found out I wasn’t dying. The thoughts are needle sharp and dig at him but he can’t deny them. If he was in Buck’s shoes, he’s not sure he would do any differently.

Surveying the room, he finds that he doesn’t have any of his personal effects; his phone was shattered in the crash and his clothes had probably been cut off of him in the OR. Somehow that made him feel even more alone. Mind heavy, Tommy settles in for what’s going to be a very long, very boring day. Just as he’s reaching for the TV remote, a shadow fills the doorway a moment before the younger man steps through carrying two cups of coffee.

Holding one of them out he mutters, “I um… I asked the doctor if you could have coffee and she said uh… She said you could have a little bit.” He can’t look Tommy in the eyes, even as he brings it over to the sliding table within Tommy’s reach. Tommy can’t help feeling touched, eyes growing warm. “If nothing’s changed,” Buck continues, pulling up a chair right next to the bed, “I got you your favorite.”

A little too quickly Tommy replies, “No, nothing’s changed. If I never have to drink another cup of shitty gas station coffee it will be too soon.” He nabs the warm cup with his good hand and brings it to his lips, inhaling the glorious scent of roasted beans with a hint of vanilla, and a little something else. He misses the way Buck’s lips quirk up just the slightest, though his blue eyes remain lifeless and despondent. He’s twisting his own cup between his hands, letting it cool nearly to room temperature.

They sit in a somewhat amicable, if not entirely too awkward, silence as Tommy sips at the coffee. He feels like he wants to tell Buck everything, and nothing all at once. He wants to fill him in on every little thing that’s happened to him in the last eight months; tell him about the new books he’s picked up but hasn’t been able to read because he thinks of how he used to read to Buck while he cooked. He wants to go into detail about the breweries he visited, but hated, because Buck wasn’t there to make faces at all of the craft beers Tommy made him try. Tommy wanted to smirk at the fact that Buck secretly liked some of the fancy drinks but would never admit to it, not even under the penalty of death. There’s fights to talk about, and muay thai and the old beater someone brought Tommy to work on and restore in his free time.

Tommy wants to spill the beans about how he can’t stand to be at home, alone, because every inch of his space is infused with Buck’s essence, and how being there physically hurts him.

But he says none of that, up until he drinks the very last dregs of his coffee, holding the empty cup to his chest as he gazes down into it, hoping to find some answers. None are forthcoming as the silence edges into oppressive. Buck hasn’t taken a single sip of his own drink since sitting down at Tommy’s bedside. He stares off into space, clearly trying to dissociate from the situation.

“You know.” Buck breaks the silence first, words so soft Tommy strains to hear him clearly. “I’m not entirely sure what I was hoping for when I asked you to move in with me.” Tommy’s breath catches but he remains silent. Waiting. “Before that, Josh had asked me if I loved you, and I couldn’t answer him. Not at the time; not right away. But then he broke it down for me, and I think I had a lightbulb moment. Even though I wasn’t able to say it right then, I knew. No one had ever made me feel like you did, not even Abby. I told you that she had been the most transformative relationship in my life until you came along, and that’s still true, but you were also more than that.”

“Buck…” Tommy doesn’t miss the way the man's shoulders hunch and his posture stiffens at the use of his nickname.

He shakes his head, finally lifting his gaze to meet Tommy’s, a hard set to his mouth, eyes slightly narrowed. “I couldn’t find the words to describe my exact feelings. I think you felt like I was just idolizing you because you were my first queer relationship. I’m not a mind reader, but I think you were scared that one day I was going to wake up and decide I didn’t like men, that it was just a phase. That it was just all in my head.”

“Buck, that’s not true.” Tommy says sharply, taking offense at the implication that Buck’s sexual preferences are something he can simply choose. “I mean, maybe it was a little bit, but I never thought you’d leave me because you didn’t like guys anymore. You’re still young and I’m not.”

Buck snorts aggressively. “Like that’s much better. You know, I expect the people who knew me pre Abby to have certain expectations of me; they think that I’m a player who can’t settle down, that I jump both feet in without thinking first. I never expected that from you. I never expected it from the person that I couldn’t stop thinking about after fucking up our first date so badly that you left me at the curb, and I couldn’t even be mad because you were right to. I didn’t expect to be dropped like a bag of lead by the person who gave me a second chance and still showed up to my sister's wedding after fighting a fire for eighteen hours and was dog tired.” Tommy swallows and looks away, unable to keep looking him in the eye. Buck inhales deeply through his nose and finishes, “I sure as hell didn’t expect it from the person that I came out to all my friends and family in one go with because I was so excited to see you that I couldn’t help but kiss you in the emergency entrance waiting room.”

Breath hitching, Tommy tells him, “I wish like hell I could tell you that it had nothing to do with you, but I would be lying. Your experience has been a lot different than mine. You’ve been surrounded by supportive people since coming out. You’ve never had a reason to hide who you are, or who you’re with.” Taking a shuddering, calming, breath he continues, “It might not be like it was ten or twenty years ago, but you have to understand that people like me… People who were gay before it was okay to be gay… carry a lot of scars in our hearts. We learned to protect ourselves, to harden our hearts and to not hope because hope meant eventual pain. We could be in love, but we remained scared. I remained scared.”

“What the hell are you trying to say, Tommy? Are you telling me that, because I didn’t go through the same hardship as you, that I could never understand?”

“No!” He shouts the word and begins to cough. Buck wordlessly reaches over and grabs the half full water glass with the straw and brings it to Tommy’s lips. He drinks it down before letting his head fall back against the pillow. “You… You painted this glowing picture of me. You told me how amazing I was for being comfortable in my own skin and even though I rebuked you, you kept coming at me. I felt the weight of all of those expectations and it was crushing me. I’ve had enough experiences in the past with baby queers putting me on this pedestal to know that a relationship can’t be maintained that way. Eventually you would see that I’m not this poster child queer man. I’d begin to crack and over time I know you would grow to resent me. They always do. Do you know how many men had their bi awakenings with me in the army who played the part until they returned home and learned there was someone better? Someone less broken, less fragile? Someone who wasn’t still trying to play the part of the straight white man?”

“I’m still not understanding.” Buck’s brows are drawn together, a deep groove in his skin like he’s lost in thought.

Sighing, Tommy turns his head and looks straight at the younger man as he says, “I loved you, Buck, but knowing that you would leave me as soon as the mask began to crack, I needed to protect myself because I couldn’t handle yet another heartbreak. If I broke my own heart, I could heal. If you broke my heart… I’m not sure I would have survived.”

Buck’s baby blues glisten, damp nearly to the point of spilling over, but they don’t. “You… You loved me?” He sounds broken, the question a barely audible passing of air through his vocal chords.

“Do you want to know what I dreamed about while I was asleep?” He steadies himself. “In my dreams, we were married, just like you said we could be thanks to those that came before us. You were the captain of the 118. People loved you. We had two kids. Twins.” He can’t help the small smile as he remembers their faces. “Pipa and Jonah. Pipa was a total princess, with a rats nest of curls, but your same blue eyes. She was a firecracker. Then Jonah, our sweet little boy. He had your birthmark.” Tommy taps the spot on his own forehead with his good hand. “It wasn’t quite the same, but similar. His eyes were blue, too, but they had a bit of green in them. All he wanted to do was take care of his sister; he was always there for her.” He snorts. “Until he wasn’t and they fought like all siblings do. But overall, he was a caretaker, like you.”

“I’m not…” Buck tries to interrupt but Tommy steamrolls right over him.

“We had such a beautiful home, Evan. A gorgeous multi-story home with lots of bedrooms; a bathroom for you and me, and a bathroom for the kids. We had pets - a surly black cat named Rain and an old basset hound named Rudy that couldn’t even be bothered to play.” Tommy’s voice is thick with emotions as the dreams flood back to him, free from the distortions and the pain. His chest aches so damn much. It’s not just his bruised ribs that cause pain to flare each time he takes a breath. “I retired and became a stay at home husband if you can believe that. I was so bored I didn’t know what to do with myself, even if it was just a coma version of myself.” Evan’s chuckle is wet even as he nods in agreement. “I still kept up with my pilots license. I think I even taught classes once in awhile, though my dream never got that far. My brain decided that we were meant to be happy, Evan.” He forcefully clears his throat because it’s so clogged he’s struggling to breathe through the emotions. “My subconscious showed me what I had always dreamed of. A husband, with two point five kids and a white picket fence in suburbia. And it showed me that with you.” 

Evan is up on his feet, pacing, hands running restlessly through his hair. Every few treks across the floor he brings his thumb to his mouth and nibbles at the nail until it hurts. Finally stopping, he turns on his heel and stomps to the bed. “You loved me?” He asks again. He sounds just as choked up as Tommy.

Without hesitation Tommy nods. “I’ve never stopped, Evan.” Saying his name out loud feels like a cool breeze on a hot day against his soul. It releases some tension inside of him, uncoiling like a snake waking from sleep. “I didn’t want to be hurt by you, Evan, but I knew as soon as I walked out that door that I would never find anyone else. Because you’re it for me, Evan Buckley. You were meant to be my forever.”

Evan sinks into his seat and drops his head into his hand, breathing so hard Tommy worries he’s about to hyperventilate. Just as he considers picking up the nurse call button, Evan speaks. “You’re all I’ve thought about since that night, Tommy. Everything I did, everywhere I went, I was reminded of you. At night I couldn’t sleep because I didn’t have you breathing beside me, pressed against my back. I baked half of LA out of flour because I baked every time I thought about calling or texting you. And you were never far from my mind.” He takes a heavy breath, still not looking at Tommy. “And everyone tried to keep me from calling you. I’ve never hurt so much in my life, Tommy. Not even getting struck by lightning and nearly dying hurt as much as you leaving did.” Tommy thinks about making a quip about being struck by lightning again but he keeps quiet, allowing Evan to have this moment.

They sit in silence for another moment before Evan gets to his feet and leans against the bed railing. Looking into Tommy’s eyes he confesses, “I think… No, I know… that I love you Tommy. I think I’ve known for a long time, but I was just too much of a coward to say it. And that ended up hurting the both of us. I jumped the gun asking you to move in because I couldn’t figure out how to tell you those three little words out loud like an adult.” Another deep breath. “I haven’t stopped loving you either, not once. Even now you’re the only one that I can imagine by my side.” He grabs Tommy’s hand and plays with his fingers, stretching his hand out and then massaging each knuckle as he gazes down at it. “I… I want you in my life forever, Tommy. I want to have fights, and movie nights, and talks so late into the night we regret it the next morning. I… I want to have those two point five kids with you, and exactly one cat and one dog. I want that two car garage out in the middle of suburbia, even though the commute is inconvenient because I want those kids to grow up with a green yard. All of those things sound like an absolute dream to me. It’s something I never could’ve even considered a possibility before moving here to LA. Really, I’m not sure I’d even considered having kids of my own before I met you.”

Tommy shrugs a tiny shrug, feeling a bit warm in the face and ears. He knows he’s turning red, whether from embarrassment or pride he’s not sure, but he can’t stop it. “I feel the same. Before meeting you, Evan, I didn’t think I was even worthy of having kids. You made me want those things.”

Another pregnant silence. Evan still massages Tommy’s fingers, playing with them. It drags on, the room growing darker as clouds pass over the sun. There’s rain in the forecast. “I… Do you still want that, Tommy? With me?” His voice is so small, his posture tense and unyielding. He’s bracing for impact, and Tommy understands why. The last time he asked such a life altering question Tommy had broken them both into a million pieces. But not this time. Never again.

“Evan, I would die a hundred thousand times if I could get just one more chance with you. I would give up everything I have, everything I am, to go back and fix the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made in my forty years of life. You are everything to me, and I want to take every single thing you’re willing to give.” Especially if you’d be willing to give me your heart again, patch worked and all.

“And if I told you you didn’t have to die even once? That all you’d have to do is make me a promise that you’ll never break?”

“Well, I think I’ve already technically sufficiently died once, so I’ll try not to make it twice.” Tommy sasses, earning a genuine snort of laughter from the man who holds his very soul. “Since I can’t promise not to die again, what can I promise you to show you just how much I’m still in love with you?”

Evan takes his hand into both of his and gives him a steadfast stare as he answers, voice deadly serious, “You have to promise me that you will never pull a stunt like that again. I know you’ve had your heart broken, and that you’re scared, but I’m sick of people walking away from me. I’m sick of giving away my heart only for it to come back to me a little more crippled than before. I’ve only got one more heartbreak left in me, Tommy. I can’t do it again.”

Tommy curls his fingers around Evan’s and stares straight back at him, all traces of humor gone. “I swear to you, on all that I am, that I will never leave you, Evan. You are my everything. As much as I belong to you, you belong to me. No matter what happens going forward, I want to face it all with you. If there comes a day where we need to part ways,” Evan opens his mouth to protest yet again, but Tommy gives him the look that quiets him and continues, “I will continue to be there for you because the love I have for you will never end. Ever.”

A second later there’s cracked, dry lips pressing against his, fitting like the final puzzle piece of his life. Taking his hand back, he wraps it around Evan’s neck and pulls him in just that little much closer as he feels warm wetness on his cheeks. Maybe they’re his own, maybe they’re Evan’s, but most likely they’re theirs mixed together. Like they should be in everything they do. Evan’s breath tastes a little stale but Tommy doesn’t care, closing his eyes to bask in everything he’s been missing for the last eight months. Evan braces himself on the bed with one hand while placing the other directly over Tommy’s heart, putting no weight on it so not to hurt him.

Eventually they break apart, breathing hard, both their eyes moist but no tears to be seen. As soon as their eyes meet, they’re breaking into smiles and then laughter bubbles up and Evan leans in to press their foreheads together. Tommy wraps his hand around Evan’s neck, and Evan wraps his around Tommy’s and they stay that way until Evan whines of a cramp in his neck. Once he’s sitting back in the chair, moving it as close to the bed as he’s physically able, he says, “I love you, Tommy.” He squeezes the larger, calloused hand held in his.

Returning the gesture, Tommy smiles back, full on crinkles and wrinkles, as he replies, “I love you, too, kid.” Evan chuckles. He makes an ‘oh’ face and begins scrabbling for what Tommy can only assume is his phone.

“Everyone’s really worried about you. I should call and let them know that you’re awake, and doing alright.”

“You didn’t do that earlier?”

Evan blushes, looking sheepish. “I was too worked up. It’s all your fault you know.”

Chuckling quietly, Tommy nods. “Yes, yes, it’s all my fault. Now, go call your family. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“Promise?”

“Always.” Tommy watches as his boyfriend leaves the room to go make the no doubt endless phone calls he needs to make, unable to keep the grin off his face. A lot of terrible things had happened to get him here, a few he’ll regret until the end of eternity, but nothing, and no one, could ever make him regret Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley.

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[barbieaiden]

1. Kell: Dude. You're no fun to play with, you're too good.

Aiden: Kell, I love you, but I think you just suck at the game.

Kell: Dude! I always won against my siblings!

Aiden: Aww. I always let my brother win too when we were little.

Kell: You're cheating.

Aiden: I would never. I take these things very seriously.

2. Kell: By the way, you know that guy I went on a date with before your coma?

Aiden: Yeah?

Kell: Yeah, we were supposed to go on another date literally the day you got into the coma, so obviously I was like "dude, I can't make it, my friend is having a literal medical emergency", and he was like "okay, I'll just break this off here then, bye".

Aiden: Oh nooo. Did I cockblock you with my coma?

Kell: You literally did!

3. Aiden: I'll make it up to you. I'll wingman you so hard. I'll introduce you to literally everyone I know.

Kell: Isn't that, like, the entirety of River Bay?

Aiden: Almost, yeah. So you're bound to find someone.

Kell: Dude, you did not win again.

Aiden: You practically let me.

Kell: Dude!

Peyton: Is now a bad time to say hi?

4. Aiden: Peyton! NO, of course not. I didn't even know you were here, it's been so long!

5. Peyton: Yeah, I seem to recall being ignored for a month?

Aiden: Sorry about that. I was sleeping.

Peyton: For a month?

Aiden: Doctor's orders.

Peyton: Ah, of course. Totally reasonable.

6. Aiden: But don't worry. I'm back in my element.

Peyton: Do I want to know what that means?

Aiden: It means I'm ready to annoy the fuck out of you and text you every millisecond 24/7.

Peyton: Okay, I can get behind that.

7. Peyton: how are you doing?

Aiden: Great.

Peyton: "Great"? Really?

Aiden: So great. How are you? Are you still working at the mall?

Peyton: I quit impulsively a few weeks ago. I should probably get a new job if I want to be able to pay rent, but, eh. Video games are more fun.

Kell: If you're evicted you can move into Sam and Aiden's closet, I hear it's pretty empty nowadays.

Aiden: Totally.

8. Kell: Peyton, you're good at connect 4, right?

Peyton: I'd say so.

Kell: Help me win. Please.

Aiden: Who's cheating now?

Kell: There's no rule that says you can't have someone help you.

Peyton: Don't put it there. One step right.

Kell: Here?

Peyton: Yeah.

9. Aiden: Peyton, I love you so much.

Kell: Dude. Did you just make me lose?

Peyton: [Shrug]

Kell: Fuck you. Both of you.

[New scene]

10.

Sam: You met Aiden right after the car crash.

Jordan: Yes.

Sam: How bad was it? He never told me.

Jordan: Considering the crash, his injuries were very mild.

Sam: But he could've died.

Jordan: He didn't. And I don't think you need to worry about something that happened six years ago.

Sam: No, I just...

Jordan: Just what?

Sam: I don't know.

11. Sam: I hated Aiden when we first met.

Jordan: According to Kell's accounts you were simultaneously in love with him?

Sam: Attracted to. There's a difference.

Jordan: Not to me.

Sam: And how many successful relationships have you had?

Jordan: Well... I've certainly had relationships, I can tell you that much.

12. Sam: Don't you get tired of talking to new people all the time? How do you even find so many people you're interested in? I did it once and now I'm marrying him so I never have to do it again.

Jordan: It's easy if you're drunk and have very, very low standards. It also helps if you're fresh off a 13 hour shift at a hospital.

Sam: That sounds awful.

Jordan: I don't necessarily recommend it.

13. Sam: But you keep doing it.

Jordan: I suppose I have nothing better to do after those 13 hour shifts.

Sam: I'm so glad I dropped out of med school.

Jordan: You should be.

14. Sam: I'm just going to get some water.

Jordan: Okay.

15. Lucas: No, I had to do it because Michael thought it was "rude".

Michael: It was.

Lucas: If I pay for something, I want what I paid for. That's not rude. If I fuck someone's tattoo up I'd fix it.

Michael: You can't compare a meal to something that's permanently on someone's body.

Lucas: You agree with me.

Peyton: Oh, yeah.

Lucas: Exactly!

16. Peyton: Hey, Sam. How are you doing? Sleeping better?

Sam: A little.

Peyton: So... while you're here... Aiden.

Sam: Yes?

17. Peyton: He's acting... suspiciously normal, isn't he?

Lucas: Right? I literally told Michael the same thing ten minutes ago. This is the way Aiden always acts after medical emergencies, he just pretends everything's fine.

18. Sam: It's been a month. Things have gone back to normal, he's not pretending.

Lucas: No, sorry, no offense, Sam, but I don't think you get it. You weren't there all the other times he had to go to the hospital because of drugs--and that shouldn't be plural, by the way--this happens every time.

19. Lucas: He says he's fine and that he's clean now and then he just waits until people stop asking him about it and we're back at square one.

Sam: This was different though.

Lucas: Just because it was worse and because he maybe went through a tiny little bit of withdrawal while unconscious doesn't mean he's magically better.

Michael: Lucas, please.

20. Michael: You yourself said that there's nothing we can do.

Lucas: Well, we can't exactly force him to do anything but there's a difference between overcaring and pushing him away, and being so passive it turns into enabling.

Michael: I agree, but I don't think that has anything to do with Sam.

Lucas: I didn't say it does.

21. Lucas: I just don't want him dead, that's all.

Peyton: I seriously doubt any of us want him dead.

Lucas: Exactly. So we can't just trust that he's better because he says he is.

Sam: That's not what--[Sigh] I don't think it's fair to talk about this behind his back.

22. Lucas: I'd love to discuss this with him directly but he makes it pretty difficult. There's a reason he didn't want to talk to us for a fucking month.

Sam: Maybe it wasn't deliberate. Maybe he was just recovering from a coma.

Lucas: But he was talking to literally everyone else during that time, wasn't he? It's not a coincidence he ignored me, Michael, and Peyton specifically.

23. Sam: I... I don't know his motivation. And either way I don't want to be involved in this.

Peyton: That's fair. I didn't really mean for this to be a whole discussion.

Lucas: Sorry. Look, my point is just... if he's clean, that's fucking great. But I kind of doubt it. Just... keep an eye on him.

Sam: I always am.