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urfavouritegirlie · 8 months ago

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Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

#into the spider verse #spider verse #spiderman #aaron davis #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader

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darknessawaits28 · 10 months ago

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{I Can't Live Without You}- V (female) x Johnny Silverhand

"Man, that was fun Johnny, never in my life would I have ever agreed to something like that if it wasn't for you."

"Would you do it again?" Johnny curiously asked, downing a glass of whiskey.

"Na, not really, but I'm thinking about a new album" Kerry laughed, grabbing onto V's shoulder. "I wish you were here though....and...not in this chick's body."

"I like her Kerry, she's been there for me more than you think.....". "Oh and keep this, it's not like I'm going to be needing it in the afterlife."

"Woah.....okay thanks Johnny...." Kerry smiled, grabbing a hold of the original Johnny Silverhand guitar and running his fingers across the strings gently. "Wait a minute, go back, you said you liked her?" "Never took you to like a dirt girl from Heywood."

"Eh, I would've said the same thing back then but....she's different" Johnny chuckled, grabbing one of the pills and popping it.

"Argh!" V winced, gripping onto the table.

"So Johnny....oh....V right?" Kerry asked sadly, wishing Johnny was still here to talk to him.

"Yep, it's me, how was the concert, lot of people?"

"Yeah, there was a lot of people that came, they liked it." "Uh, well, I've gotta go, I'll see you next time V" Kerry smiled, getting up from the seat and carrying the guitar with him.

"Okay, guess he's got shit to do" V rolled her eyes, not understanding why Kerry didn't want to talk to her?

"Don't take it personal V, he's just thinking about a new album, so he wants to write it down quickly before he forgets it." "That...and....he isn't really into women" Johnny shrugged, appearing in front of V.

"Yeah, I can tell." "Wanna head back home?"

"Yes for gods sake, lets fucking go home" Johnny groaned.

"Alright Mr. grumpy head" V laughed, getting up and exiting the building, heading over to her Rayfield Caliburn.

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"Ah, finally" V hummed, entering her Megabuilding Apartment, and quickly jumping into bed. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here, don't get your panties in a knot" Johnny chuckled, leaning against the side of V's bed.

"Fuck....I'm so exhausted.....tomorrow I'm just gonna sleep in and order take out because I'm seriously beat as it is."

"Hmm" Johnny mumbled, glancing over to the side.

"What's wrong?" V asked, turning on her side and held her head up by the palm of her hand.

"Nothing, just thinking about...dumb shit."

"Is that dumb shit Kerry?"

"Maybe....I don't know" Johnny sighed, rubbing his eyes a bit.

"Come on, tell me" V edged him on, hoping that he would spill.

"It just feels strange being back, everyone that I knew has either changed or is extremely fucked up." "I feel-"

"Responsible for dying and leaving them all alone?" V intervened.

"Y-Yeah....feels like I am the one at fault for all this fucking crap.....Rogue.....Adam Smasher.....Kerry........ugh...." Johnny growled, lighting up a cigarette and beginning to smoke it.

"Hey.....you did all that you could....wanted to do something meaningful....even if it meant turning into a fucking terrorist but....at least they're living the best they can."

"Guess so" Johnny turned his head to face V, and then slowly approached her. "Scoot."

V smiled softly, moving back a bit on her bed, allowing for Johnny to lay down on the bed. "I honestly fucking hated you in the beginning but....but now I don't want you to leave" V whispered, extending out her hand and touching Johnny's holographic cheek.

Johnny chuckled, touching V's shoulder, causing her arm to move slightly, "Same here Valerie, and I'm starting to get used to your vagina and saggy tits."

"Oh you fucking asshole!" V laughed, continuing to stare deep into his eyes, Johnny doing the same; thinking of all the ways he could save her from dying and saving himself in order to still be with her; and not leave her all alone like he did to his friends.

#cyberpunk2077 v #johnny silverhand #love story

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aggedyann · 1 year ago

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So, awhile back, I wrote Agony, which can be found here.

And yesterday, I wrote a third bit, so here it is:

Tim made it home from the dentist a few hours later. The first stop he made was the bedroom to check on Ethan. “Hey, sleeping beauty.” He rapped lightly on the door frame.

Ethan lifted his head up off the pillow, smiling. “Hi,” he mouthed.

“Your fever’s back.” Tim noted Ethan’s flushed cheeks.

Ethan shrugged. “100.5.” He croaked, then turned to the side. “HatShoo!”

“Bless you. And the sneezing?

“Quit for the hour I fell asleep.” Tim sat down on the other side of the bed. “How are you? How was the dentist?”

“It was about as fun as you might expect. And numb and drooly.”

“And your sneezing?”

Tim shrugged. “A couple times. My eyes itch worse though.” He kicked his feet up on the bed and flopped on his pillow. “Probably should have asked if you needed anything before I laid down.”

“I’m fine. Water, tissues, cough drops. What else could I need?”

“Me?” Tim grinned. “You’re still not gonna cuddle though, are you?”

“Bedtime.” Ethan promised, turning into his shoulder again. “AhChoo!”

“Bless you. I’m just gonna try to see if a nap gets my eyes to feel better.”

“Get a washcloth to put over them.” Ethan directed, hoarsely.

Tim nodded, standing up again. He started for the bathroom, then stopped. “EhhRahhSchoo! RaSchoo! Ugh. Hate sneezing when I’m numb.”

“Bless you. You sure you’re ok?”

“In general or just regarding my sudden case of sneezes?”

“The sneezes.” Ethan sighed, offering a tissue.

“I’m telling you, it’s dust. Trust me, if it was a cold you’d know. If it was any other kind of sick, I’d be sneezing more than this. Something’s just in the air is all.”

He resumed his quest to the bathroom, returning with the damp cloth and another box of tissues. “Can’t use all yours.” He teased, opening the box and blowing his nose.

Ethan was relieved to hear Tim didn’t sound congested, like with a cold. Just a sniffly blow. “HahShoo!”

“When was the last time you took something?”

“Not time yet for cold medicine.”

“I feel like drugging you up. You look like you’re in so much pain when you sneeze.”

“Slight improvement from last night.”

“Still. I want to pour the Benadryl down your throat to give you a break.” He paused as Ethan opened his mouth, presumably to protest. “I know, I know, you only like to take it at night.”

“Actually, I…”

He paused as he saw Tim reach for a tissue. “HeyySchoo, AyyYehhScheshh!”

“Bless you. I was going to say, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“Want me to get it?”

“Nah. I gotta get more water anyway.”

Tim slipped the washcloth over his eyes, waiting for Ethan to come lie next to him.

Ethan returned, set his water on his nightstand. “Thanks for the nudge into the Benadryl. You want some?” He held up the bottle of pills.

“Numb. Can’t drink anything. Well, I can, but it’s going to spill out the corner of my mouth.” Tim reminded. “But maybe in a few hours when that wears off.”

Ethan nodded, pulling the blankets over him. “AhtShoo!”

“Hope that Benadryl kicks in quick.”

“Yeah. I really hope I don’t give you this.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, as bad as my sneezes hurt, imagine how yours would feel.”

Tim pulled his pillow out from under his head and whacked Ethan in the chest with it. “Good thing we’re not gonna find out.”

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trashyandtiredsol · 1 year ago

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I weirdly feel tired and kinda shitty rn?????

Gonna type my day out, big text time

The fuck- I had a nice day, ate well (2 waffles plus a peanut butter nature valley cracker sandwich thing and a small bag of chips a bit before noon, then had coffee and finished it in like maybe less than 20 minutes that my mom got me after I ate what I said above this.

I then went to a Wizard of Oz play with my gram and a couple of her friends, listened to my music with earbuds during the ride, so nice and not awkward stimulation from being uncomfortable and to quiet. We were on the balcony there, right after the row in the front of the balcony. I really liked the play, would recommend, they did a fantastic job at it. I worked on a rottmnt Leo drawing before it started, Finished it!! Then I worked on my bluejay lemur drawing during intermission, didn't get real far :/ gotta look back at my wing tip Reblog at some point.

We then went to some food place never heard of before, tried haddock and some other seafood thing grs friends ordered, wasn't a huge fan. I ordered a chili dog with orange Fanta soda (small size I think?) with some fries, didn't finish the fries, was a bit larger than I was hungry for.

Also listened to music on the way home and dropping grams friends off.

I then ate a donut my mom got me (dunkins, same place she got the coffee (iced pumpkin spice coffee with caramel added, highly recommend!), plus the other donut that was for my brother, but he didn't want it. Took a drowsy making allergy pill plus my prescribed sleep pill before I ate the donuts, it was after 6 then, which is when I usually take the pills, helps me fall sleep faster if I take them an hour or two before 8 ish, when I usually go to bed (to not fuck my sleep schedule and to be able to sleep more).

I then was going thru my Tumblr notifications, replied to mino on mini me in mug (will work on eventually!! It's currently 8:40 rn, gotta sleep soon :/).

I then went to get ice cream with my mom and step grandma (married to my grandpa, my bio gram and him aren't together) from McDonald's, an Oreo mcflurry, finished it before I'm typing this post.

And then am now going thru my Tumblr notifications and making this post, will go to bed after I finish this and finish going thru my Tumblr notifications!!! :D

My day all typed out (woke up at 7 something, that's why I go to bed at 8ish wanna sleep around 8-10 ish hours :P. I like sleep)

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percygranate · 1 month ago

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Update: 1 Moth after surgery

Lu had his surgery on September 10th. Today is October 11th.

Yesterday we took him to the animal hospital as he couldn't move, all four of his legs were like butter sliding away underneath him.

The day before we noticed that he was a little off his walking game but thought it was due to the weather. He also cried all night and I wondered if it were just like last week when he cried all night cause the weather got colder, as he always was a bit dramatic.

At the animal hospital the doctor and orthopedist checked him, drew blood, revisited the x-rays.

We already knew that Lu was starting to develop back problems due to being born with a natural misalignment of spine and his which made these two knee injuries happen in the first place, but now the case is that he relied too much on his back to carry himself and ruined his back.

Massive herniated disc right in the center of his back by the rips.

The doctor said we can't operate and have his legs heal fast enough to fix his back and he will rely on heavy-duty pain meds (morphine) to even exist and that will in the long term kill him.

His kidneys and liver are still okay although his kidneys are starting to get bad now.

The two knee surgeries would take us 1 year to heal, then he would need back surgery, and that would take ages to heal—Doctor was honest and called it a bottomless pit that will just cost us insane amounts of money and Lu will only be in pain without any life quality.

There is nothing we can do.

We started crying and the doctor gave Lu a chance to recover saying, “I would've suggested putting him down today, but he is so sweet and I feel so bad for him. I am so sorry,” and gave him two massive shots of drugs and gave us extra pain meds (making it 6.5 to 9 pills a day for Lu to take) and told us if he doesn't recover by Saturday we should “please just let him go.”

The shots were meant to help with all his pain within an hour. When we arrived an hour later at home, Lu managed to walk the tiniest bit by being mostly carried by my boyfriend. Then he lay down on his blankets, with our help, and that's where he stayed put.

He managed to sleep and in his dreams seems to be running like crazy, something he had been doing all night. He must be dreaming of running through fields.

Every time he woke up in between dream, or I woke him up as I don't like him barking and seemingly having bad dreams as he gets upset, he just looked in so much pain. So those two big shots that are heavy-duty aren't even helping much anymore.

My boyfriend and I talked a long while about what to do. We cried. We lay on the floor with Lu like we would do sometimes out of a whim or when he was sick or hurt.

We know we gotta let him go and its not fair.

I don't want to, but I don't wanna be selfish when he is in so much pain. I don't wanna force him to just lie there and exist just so I don't have to let him go.

We called the doctor again to set the appointment for today. There is no use of waiting another day. Unless a miracle happens that heals both his knees and back? This is it.

We arranged for Lu to be cremated as he is me fur baby and I have trauma from how easily pets were discarded when I was a kid. I wanna have him placed somewhere nice.

The creating will cost us up to 1k depending on all the extras we want, but its just half the price of his knee surgery, and funerals are expensive, right? Because that's what it is, a funeral. Im preparing.

On the way home Lu had his head on my lap and he kept looking at me like, “whats up? Why are you crying, mom?” and I tried to talk to him and not look upset so he wouldn't feel bad, but it just hurts. It hurts so bad.

When I went to bed Lu started crying cause he usually sleeps in my bedroom with me—when he was healthy he always slept in bed with me, but he lost his ability to jump three months ago when his knee problems started.

He forced himself up and ran after me to the bedroom and for a moment I was like, “Hey! We can turn this around!” but then I saw he walk, his legs numb and unable to really carry him. Then he fell, whimpered, and peed himself in pain.

He just looked so miserable, even an hour later. Just so so miserable.

He didn't move from that spot all night, peed himself some more times as he doesn't seem to really feel it.

Today when I woke up I didn't feel the pain of the loss for a moment. Everything was okay. Then I looked over my bed to check on him just to see he hadn't moved, just laid there flat and miserable.

I went to pet him and he looks partially apathetic and his nose is just so cold.

It all just adds to me knowing I cant do shit. I have tried grasping straws and making excuses of how Luhe will miraculously get better and maybe I can fix it, but I can't. I can't fix this.

I lay on the floor so often the last few hours and apologized. I am so sorry I can’t help Lu.

I kept hoping the bills would end at some point, but not like that. I just wanted him to get better. I thought I did well and cared well for him.

We tried to give him his meds today, as always wrapped in his favorite cold cuts. He usually loves that part of the day cause he loves the cold cuts like crazy—He didn't take them. Later we tried again and he ate one, but he is just too week to eat the rest.

Today at 3 PM is the appointment.

Hey, so I usually don't ever ask people for money, but I am kind of at the end of my abilities and cried too much today to care about it anymore:

My dog, who I rescued in Croatia in 2017 after he was found eating dirt in the forrest, Lu, is turning 8 years old next mont. He is the sweetest and softest fur baby, and look like an ice bear. He never ever has been in a fight with another animal and thinks everyone, no matter the species, is his best friend.

He is also my best friend, and I initially adopted him after starting therapy after moving out of home for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Agoraphobia, and C-PTSD, which had me not leave the house for years. He is my best friend in fur and helped me to get back out into the world again after it had been nothing but awful to me.

I fixed myself, fixing Lu, when nobody wanted him and nobody wanted me.

For two months now he has been dealing with severe hip and back issues. It started abruptly, with him no longer wanting to play and be on long walk, suddenly struggling to get up, and as something our vet called “just a little muscle inflammation” and a one-week medication treatment that cost us 150€.

Lu felt better for 1 1/2 weeks and even started playing a little again before the pain came back. This time, we paid 100€ for a milder medication as the vet did wanna put him again on those string monster pills he was on before as it would’ve damaged his system. I gave him those pills every day (he, by now, is such good boy at taking them) and he did again better for a 1/2 week without daily medication.

Again, he couldn't get up, started crying at night, is no longer is able to sleep in my bed, no longer lay on his back, and he only lays on the floor, trying not to get up and walk around as he is in pain, he no longer plays… So we went to the vet again.

This time, we paid 80€ for a few of the strong medications he got in the first place. Diagnosis: “Old boy. Arthritis. Inflamed hip.” We were meant to give him two of those pills on days he is struggling more than the by now basic.

Two days ago, I was on a walk with Lu, just leaving my apartment complex, when he collapsed for the first time and fell down in the middle of a crosswalk. There was no chance of him getting up. Car drivers hated us, and I bagged for minutes that he would try getting up.

After I nearly started crying, he finally forced himself up, walked a few meters, and fell again. It was like his hips just couldn't carry him anymore. Watching him to try forcing himself up but struggling so badly is something that kills me every time I see it, but I am used to it by now, sadly.

He finally got up after 30 minutes and we walked home. I gave him his pills and after a nap we ran around pretty well, even the next day he was doing so much better. I should've not thought this was over.

Today my boyfriend took him on a walk. The same thing happened, but this time Lu screamed out in pain first. This time there was no getting up. Even after my boyfriend called me and I ran over in my pajamas as Lu is known to be a mama’s boy.

We called our vet, who told us we needed to go to the animal hospital. The animal hospital told us they would charge us roughly 2500€ for an X-ray and have Lu there overnight and treated.

The secretary from the animal hospital told us we were not allowed to pay it back at monthly rates when we asked.

We asked why it was so expensive; she replied, “We are the only ones doing this in the city, so we can choose our prices as we see fit.”

We asked how other people could afford that, crying in the middle of the street as our dog still lay there, unable to walk or even get up, and she told us, “Everyone can afford that.”

When my boyfriend told her he needed to talk to me about it, she replied, “Yeah, sure. Just call us if you actually need and want our help.”

I am disabled, suffering from Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Sympton, am in the middle of getting a POTS diagnosis, and have Autism and ADHD. I am physically due to the chronic pain not able to work. I don't have that kind of money to just whip out like it is nothing.

For my boyfriend, this kind of money is more than his monthly loan.

There is no worse feeling than when your pet is in pain and needs to be medically treated, but you can't get them the help they need because YOU do not earn enough.

We cried and tried to get up Lu for an hour before calling my mother, who I am low contact with as she emotionally abused my for decates and is part of the reason I have C-PTSD. She drove us the a Animal Hospital outside the city, as they were the last suggestion our vet could give us and the told us they would charge less for the same kind of help and work.

There, we were prepared to pay the 300€ to have Lu no matter how, even if we needed to/manage to have my mother borrow it to us.

The vet was amazing, seeing the problem the moment Lu finally stood up and walked for the first time.

His hips are fucked, probably the back too, and he has Arthritis. But right now, they can't do any of the X-rays because first his fever and inflammation need to go down.

Today we paid 100€, Lu got a big shot, and for the first big pain and fever, starting tomorrow, he will regularly take two of those initially given strong pills once a day so he hopefully can have the x-rays next week.

My dog was mentally a puppy jumping around like a little deer until this started. He always wanted to play, always ran around and did something. This took all the joy in life for him.

I’m asking for help to pay for the X-ray and whatever treatment will follow for Lu after.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

UPDATE:

Today we had the X-Ray appointment and paid 352€

Hips and back are okay.

BOTH OF LU’S KNEES ARE FUCKED.

Cruciate Ligament Rupture & the knee joints are fucked.

The operation will be a two timer and cost us 4000€

I am currently not able to tell you how I am going to pay this. I barely managed to pay the X-rays today.

I amcurrently not even in possession of a life insurance that could help my dog if I kick it. /ifywim

Again:

I am BEGGING, if you have even a euro or dollar or whatever to spare, please help me.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

(paypal also uses my deadname, so please ignore that)

#percy speaks #tw dog health #tw dog death #please donate #please share #please reblog #please help #send donations #donation #donate if you can #donations #donate #paypal donations #tw dog #crowdfunding #crowdsourcing

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cowboybarzy · 3 years ago

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Sick Day

mat barzal x reader

word count: 1.2k

note: this isn’t the best, so sorry, but I wanted to get rid of it, it’s been in my drafts a bit

You tossed and turned all night switching between sweating an unbelievable amount and freezing despite the large comforter on top of you. Your throat hurt and your nose was stuffed. Great. But you were too exhausted to get some medicine since your bones and skin aches any time you moved. Your boyfriend Mat was sleeping soundly next to you. He was such a deep sleeper you were pretty sure he could sleep through an earthquake while a tornado was simultaneously raging. You didn't want to wake him considering he got home very late last night from a game, has early morning practice today and then another game tomorrow. He needed his sleep and it wasn't much longer until his alarm went off. So you tried going back to sleep and actually were able to get another hour of sleep before the horrible ringing of Mat's alarm woke you.

Of course he didn't wake up so you resorted to lightly kicking him in the side. You head was pounding enough as it is, you really didn't need that sound. "Maty!", you groaned trying to wake him up without much energy in your body. Finally he reached to his nightstand to turn the alarm off. Then he rolled over to pull you into a hug.

"Sorry. Gd’Morning." His lips brushed your forehead and suddenly he was sitting up and his hand on your forehead. "Oh my god babe, you're burning up."

You nodded sleepily. "I don't feel good."

"What happened? What hurts?" He gently stroked your face and pulled you closer to him.

"Everything. My skin, throat, head." Your words were barely a whisper. You were able to open your eyes for a little bit. Mat looked concerned as he continued to stroke your cheek. He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna go get some medicine." He pulled the blanket bank and got out of bed, but made sure to wrap the blanket back around you. When he came back he had some Tylenol and a thermometer in his hand. "103.4. There's an upside down smile face so that can't be good. Sit up for a second so you can swallow the pill." He helped you sit up and placed the Tylenol in your mouth before handing you the glass of water on your nightstand. You took a few sips and then had Mat help you lay back down. The amount of pain you were in and exhaustion you felt could only be described as dead. "You cold?" You nodded and Mat came to your rescue with an extra blanket and hoodie. He laid with you for a while holding you, while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually got up to make breakfast and get ready for his upcoming practice.

"Hey. I gotta go." You stirred slightly when you felt Mat sit down on the mattress and press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded, too tired to actually respond. "Oh god, no. Actually no, I can't leave you here alone."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. What if something happens? No, you know what? I don't have to go. I played well yesterday. I can take a day off." You put your hand over his that was cradling your face and gave him a little smile.

"It's fine. I'll be sleeping the whole time anyway. It's just a few hours. You have to."

"What if there's an emergency?"

"Won't be. It's ok." With your tired eyes you tried to convince him. You really meant it, considering that the medicine started to kick in and all you wanted to do was sleep. You rolled over to you side after giving his hand a squeeze letting him know you were really fine with it. He was conflicted because he knew how strict his schedule was but he also didn't want to leave you sick in bed.

"Crap. Tito is here. Ok fine, I'll go. But I'll try to get out early. I can do my workout here when I'm closer to you just in case. I'll also have my phone with me at any point so call if you need me. I refilled you water and breakfast is here too." You nodded and smiled thankfully. He leaned over and gave you a kiss. "I love you. I don't want to do this."

"I know. I love you."

"Okay. Sleep well, I'll be back in a little bit." He gave you one last kiss before making his way out the door. Of course you'd rather have him here with you, but there wasn't much flexibility for him to skip practice and play the next day. Too tired to worry, you fell asleep.

*****

You woke up to something wet and heavy on your forehead. Confused you reached up to feel what the foreign object was.

"You're awake, thank god. I was getting worried." When you opened your eyes you saw Mat leaning over you. "How are you feeling?"

You shrugged and cleared your throat before speaking. "Fine. A little better maybe. I thought I told you to go to practice."

"I did. I've been back for an hour." He scooted down on the bed so he was now laying beside you instead of sitting. He pulled what turned out to be a wet towel on your forehead away from you and threw it beside him. "You want another one?" You shook your head and were so grateful when he opened his arms for a hug. You immediately moved to press yourself against him and bury your head in the small of his neck. His strong arms held you steady in place, his hands sliding up and down your back. You laid like this for a while, the warmth of his body making feel a lot better.

"I made you soup. You want some? You didn't eat your breakfast", Mat asked eventually.

"Soup?"

"Yeah, chicken noodle. It'll make you feel better."

"You made me soup?" You tilted you head so you could see him. A small smile on your lips.

"Of course. You're sick, I have to take care of you." His lips brushed your forehead. "I made it from scratch. You proud?" He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned wide. "I had my mom send me a recipe." You smiled and reached up to kiss him.

"Thank you." He kissed you again and then got up to get you both a bowl of the soup he made. It was a little too salty, but not bad and you actually finished the entire bowl despite not being very hungry. You watched a movie (well three) and cuddled up under the blanket for the rest of the day. He did everything to make you feel better and you were so grateful for him. He knew how to take care of you and didn't hesitate to kiss any part of you he could reach. He helped you take a shower, the steam of the hot shower helping you breathe. He let you watch all the romcoms you wanted and when you fell asleep with your head on his chest you felt so lucky to have him by your side.

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #new york islanders #hockey #ny islanders #isles lb

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sheislethal · 2 years ago

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Have you thought about a one-shot where Sevika takes a day off to pamper the female reader cuz they're on their period? Or in the middle of their hot session, the female reader happens to have a period, then Sevika takes care of everything for her. Also, the female reader tends to cry a lot on their period days.

(It could be Sevika who has a period, but I don't think she still has it every month because she has to work hard and fight a lot, which may affect her body.)

btw, your writings are so good :">>> I literally created a Tumblr account cuz I saw your blog

have a nice day~

SEVIKA x reader

WARNINGS: Fem! reader, SFW, fluff, etc.

Notes: Stop- this message is so SWEET <33 I'm so thrilled you enjoy my writings, it means the world to me.

“The Small Things"

The feeling of being able to wake up in your lover's arms is otherworldly. I would have loved nothing better than to nestle closer to her and stay in bed all day, if it hadn't been for the stabbing pain in my lower abdomen.

I winced dramatically as the pain really started to kick in and register. "Fuck." I mumbled. Had it already been a month already?

I envied Sevika, who still happened to be soundly sleeping, by the way. She rarely (if ever) got her period. Years of hard work and fighting had affected her body in more ways than one. Lucky her.

I bit my lower lip and opened my eyes. What better way to start your morning than with period cramps.

With a glimpse back at my girlfriend, I silently removed her arm from my waist and tip-toed my way to the bathroom.

I flipped on the light switch and took a seat on the toilet, quickly taking care of business. I stood and turned around to inspect the scarlet red pain in the ass.

I pettily sent the toilet the middle finger before hearing Sevika begin to stir. I quickly washed my hands and winced once more as I stepped into the bedroom

"What's wrong?" Sevika demanded, seeing my hand over my lower stomach. "Are you hurt?" Her eyes narrowed and she hopped out of the bed.

"I started my period." I sighed and realization hit her. She paused and looked to the ground. She knew very well how bad my periods tended to be. I was always in a lot of pain and got very emotional.

"Go lay down on the couch. I'll get you some pain meds." She told me with no room for argument. I nodded and made my way to the living room and plopped down on the tattered couch.

Sevika walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet, searching for the tiny bottle of pills. Medicine was regularly hard to find in Zaun, but with the job Sevika had, it made things a whole lot easier.

She came over to me and handed me the small orange bottle before moving my legs and taking a seat next to me.

My brows etched together in confusion. "Do you not have work today?" I sent a glance to the clock, seeing it was time for her to get going. I opened the cap and popped a pill in my mouth.

"I'm taking the day off." She muttered and lifted my legs onto her lap. I closed the bottle and tossed it onto the coffee table. Her hand came up to my lower abdomen and she began to massage it.

It started to ease my cramps and I was extremely grateful. "Sev, you don't need to take off work. I'll be fine here by myself, you don't gotta worry." I insisted, but she wasn't having it.

"I've made my decision. You're my top priority." She spoke with a gruff tone. She's never liked back talk, I've come to find.

I felt the all too familiar emotion bubbling up in my chest, and my eyes felt hot. "Shit," I cursed once my eyes began to get watery.

Sevika turned her head over to me. "What's wrong, now?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "It just," I sniffled, tears now running down my cheeks. "It means a lot to me that you care this much." I choked and she watched me with amusement.

I could tell she was trying to fight back a smile, but she ultimately began chuckling, despite her best efforts. "So you're crying?" She teased.

I glared at her and wiped away my tears. "You know how emotional I get on my period. Stop making fun of me." I demanded.

She pulled me closer and continued to laugh. "I'm not making fun of you, doll." She insisted.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you are." She kissed my temple and shook her head. "It's just a little funny how easily you cry at things, that's all."

"That's mean, Sev."

"Like, that one time you started crying when you dropped your toothbrush on the ground." She recalled with a smile.

I tried to remain angry, but my own smile started to appear. "That's because it got dirty," I spoke with a small giggle.

"There's that smile." She exclaimed, hugging me to her body. "Glad my teasing cheered you up."

I scoffed. "So you admit you were teasing me?"

"Maybe just a little bit."

#sevika imagine #lesbian #arcane #arcane imagines #lesbianfiction #lgbtq #sevika league of legends #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika #league of legends

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remuslupingf · 3 years ago

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period comfort with james!!

James rolls over and hears you groan in your sleep. He thinks nothing of it, until you do it again. A painful, upsetting sound that causes him to fully wake up.

“cmon dove, wake up f’me,” james says while shaking you. He thinks you’re having a nightmare, he knows you get them often

you groan again in your sleep and he starts to get worried

“baby? are you okay? cmon love wake up,” james pleads with you.

you slowly started to gain conscious, your cramps causing you to wake from your sleep. You roll over to see james looking at you, a worried expression on his soft face.

“ you alright? why’re you looking at me like that?,” you ask him.

“you were making noises in your sleep dove, i was worried you were scared. are you okay?” james asks you.

you feel so touched that james had woken up because he was so concerned for you. you smile at him and reach over to kiss him.

“i’m okay jamie, just got my period that’s all. no need to worry at all.” You say while smiling up at him.

James was not having it. he got out of bed, walking quietly to the bathroom as to not wake the other marauders. He kept a box under the sink of things you like to have on your period.

he keeps some chocolate, (remus usually ends up finding it and taking it) a water bottle to fill with hot water, some pills for the pain, and some fuzzy socks. cant have his bird being cold when she’s in pain.

James grabs the box and hurries back over to his bed. “here you go honey have some chocolate and you’ll feel a bit better,” James says while rubbing your back.

after a while of having the hot water bottle on your lower stomach, james took it off and started kissing your tummy.

“gotta make sure my girl is okay,” he said while looking up at you.

you giggle and say “i’m fine james. seriously, you’re overreacting.”

he smiles fondly at you. “yeah, maybe so. but i cant stand to see you uncomfortable. i want to do anything i can to make you feel better.” james states.

slowly, you drift off while james rubs your back and whispers soothing words. He falls asleep soon after, but not before he decides that you are his favourite person. he meant it when he said he’d do anything to make you feel better.

the pair fell asleep as the sun slowly rose over the grounds.

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i got my period while writing this SOBS

#poly!marauders #james potter x you #james potter #hogwarts #harry potter #sirius x reader #remus lupin #remus x you #marauders

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kookicat · 2 years ago

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The Longest Night

He's flat on his back, a blanket haphazardly dragged over his body, when Devon finds him. One arm is curled over his chest, the other flung across the bed like he's reaching for something. Even in the dim light of the rarely used exam room, he's pasty, brow tense, even dozing. His hair is damp with sweat around his hairline, lips rough and chapped. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises. One socked foot flexes as he shifts, tugging at the blanket to cover a bit more of his body as a hard shiver passes through him.

Devon thinks about backing out of the room, leaving the other man to the rest he so obviously needs, but he can't, so he crosses the room and shakes the blonde man's shoulder gently.

"This better be an emergency," Conrad mutters, voice hoarse, without opening his eyes. A cough rattles through him, harsh enough to make Devon wince in sympathy. It makes Conrad curl up, one arm around his ribs until the spasm passes.

"Gotta trauma heading in. Male, fell from a height. Ten minutes or so," Devon says and shakes the coffee he's holding. "Figured you might need this." He puts it down on the table next to the other man's head and backs off to lean in the doorway. "You should go home," he adds softly. "You look like hell."

"Can't," Conrad says, shortly, and forces himself upright, the movement lacking any of his normal ease or grace. The lines between his eyebrows are cut deep, a sure sign he has a splitting headache. "This damn flu is wrecking the hospital. All the ER docs rang in sick." He rubs his forehead with one hand, pressing his fingers into his temple like he can dig the headache out of his skull. “There’s just me and you left standing,”

"I have some ibuprofen in my-" Devon offers, stopping short when Conrad waves a hand.

"Took some an hour ago," Conrad says and turns his head, sneezing hard enough to make his fingers clench on the blanket. He dumps the tissue into the bin by the bed. "I can take another dose of acetaminophen soon," he says and glances at his watch. "I'll manage." He takes a swig of the coffee, shooting Devon a grateful look, and shifts again, visibly gathering his energy before he stands and forces his shoes on. "Six hours until morning," he mutters and slips out of the door, with Devon close behind.

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The patient transport team wheel the gurney out of the trauma bay and most of the staff head out with it, leaving Nic and Conrad alone in the messy space.

"Nice catch," Nic says, and strips off her gloves. "

"Than-" Conrad starts, the word breaking off into a cough that feels like it's shattering his ribs. Vivid stars flare across his eyes and he tries to relax, not fight his body, but it makes everything hurt. Makes him want to curl up into a little ball and sleep until the ache stops.

"Hey," Nic says, and warm hands land on his cheek and back, rubbing soothing circles as the cough eases. "Just breathe. Slow breaths." She nudges him backwards until his legs collide with the single stool in the exam bay and he sits heavily, leaning forward, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

One hand braces his head, the other idly rubbing his aching ribs. "That fucking sucked," he mutters hoarsly.

A full bottle of water lands in his lap, the chill soaking through his scrubs and making him shiver. "Sip that," Nic says, and he unscrews the cap with hands that are still shaking.

Every bit of him aches, a nasty dull pain that he can't quite shake, even with the pills. He's freezing, suddenly, and mutely tugs Nic close by the hem of her scrub top. The shivers are enough to make him clench his teeth to stop them chattering and that makes his headache throb more.

She comes willingly, pressing against him, one hand automatically combing through his hair in silent comfort, the other slipping a thermometer into his ear. It beeps, and she glances at the display, sighing unhappily. "Conrad…"

"I know," he starts, and has to clear his throat before he can continue. "Can't do anything, there's no one to cover. It'd mean diverting and-" he shrugs, voice trailing off, because they both know the chaos that would cause. Another coughing fit hits him, and he wraps his arm around his ribs, leaning on Nic until it passes. Her warmth feels good, soothing and a pang of longing shoots through him. Wish we were both at home and in bed.

"Come on," she says, and tugs his hair, gently. "You get a banana bag and some more meds while I try to find cover."

She leads him to an empty bay in the ER- they've been lucky, so far, with mostly minor stuff that the interns and nurses can deal with. He follows silently, folding down onto the bed like his strings have been cut, leaning into her hand when she cups his cheek.

"Stay," she says and flips a blanket over him. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to hook you up."

He smiles at her. "Thank you," he says, and blinks heavily, glancing at his watch. Four hours to go, he thinks with a grimace. It feels like a lifetime and he’s honestly not sure how he’s going to get through the remaining time, because he's running on fumes already. The thought of more coffee makes his stomach churn. He shifts, tugging the blanket higher, and leans back against the bed, not bothering to hold back a yawn.

By the time she gets back, he's dozing, a pillow wadded under his head, the blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He's paler than earlier, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Devon arrives in the bay at the same time, exchanging worried looks with Nic.

"How's he doing?" Devon asks. "Discharged that patient with a splint and a follow up for next week."

"Lousy," Conrad admits, one eyebrow lifting, "Did you find anyone?" It's a quiet but sincere plea, and a testament to just how rough he's really feeling.

"Dr. Emory is coming in, but it'll take her an hour to get here," Devon says, and Conrad nods tiredly, one hand lifting to rub his forehead.

Nic takes his other arm, thumb rubbing his wrist as she picks her spot. "Small scratch," she says as she inserts the IV, taping it down with a new batch of dressings.

"You're good at that," he mummers, as she attaches the bag. He glances at his arm, huffing a careful laugh. "Chickens, really?" he asks.

"The rep left them with me and we all know how you feel about chickens," she says and fishes in her pocket for the pills there. "Acetaminophen for your fever, Dextromethorphan for that cough."

He takes the tablets and swallows them without any objection. "Give me ten minut-" he starts and both Nic and Devon shake their heads at him.

"Stay right where you are. I have everything under control," Devon says, and pats Conrad on the shin. "Anything super major and I'll come get Nic," he adds, and ducks out of the bay, closing the curtain behind him.

Conrad frowns at Devon's retreating back, but knows he's passed the point of being able to push through the illness. He can't remember ever being so exhausted before, and even the pressure of his clothes against his skin is uncomfortable. He shifts, trying to toe his shoes off, but they're laced tight and he slumps back in frustration.

Nic pats his shin and unties his right shoe, easing it off his foot. The left one swiftly follows and she tweaks his toe before she flips the blanket back over his legs. "You should have stayed home," Nic says, and sits down next to him.

"It wasn't this bad, earlier," Conrad objects, voice rough. "And then…" he starts, breaking off when the cough hits him again.

"And then every other ER doc calls off sick and you've been running around like a crazy thing all shift," Nic says, one hand dropping to his pulse point in his wrist while the other rubs soothing circles on his back until the coughing fit passes.

His pulse pounds against her fingers, and she frowns, glad when it starts to settle. "It's from the cough," he says, eyes dropping to her fingers, lip quirking in quiet amusement.

"Can't blame a girl for worrying." She nudges him, gently, with her elbow, fussing with the blanket. "You're still a little warm."

He blinks, heavily, shifting so he's pressed against her from shoulder to hip. "Take more than a cold to see me off," he mummers, voice soft with sleep.

She sighs in exasperation. "You have the flu, Conrad!"

"Uh huh," he says, eyes closed, lashes dark against his skin. "Love you too."

Her eyes sting, suddenly, and she closes them, holding the tears back, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "Love you more," she whispers, and his lips curve into a smile.

#fanfic #whump #fanfiction #writing #the resident #the resident fox #conrad hawkins #nic nevin #conic #devon pravesh #sickfic #please reblog

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mjlovescm · 2 years ago

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5- New chapter, same old story

Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader

You expected the morning after McKay's party to be much more awkward. There were so many factors that should have made it that way, but no, instead it was oddly calm. You were woken up by the smell of breakfast being made in the kitchen and the sound of Ashtray’s light snoring beside you. A small smile grows on your face at the sight of the happily sleeping boy. Being one of the few people who could or even would ever see him in this softer light reminded you of how long you’d known him.

Most, practically all of his life. Still remembering the day you went to Fezco’s house after school and found him on the way to the bathroom. It was before you knew what he and his grandmother really did for a living, before she passed. And before, you and Fezco were open about your romantic feelings. It felt like ages ago, mostly because it was, but still it was insane to think about how so much had changed in just a few years.

Being forced out of bed by hunger, you made your way to the kitchen to find Fezco finishing up his cooking. The table was set with three plates, three cups and a knife and fork for each. Not wanting to sneak up on him, you took a seat at the table and waited for him to be done. Unaware that he was being watched, Fezco hummed along to a song playing in his mind as he scrambled the eggs.

You wondered how long you could stay like this, quietly watching Fezco, so out of his element. So familiar and so different at the same time. A twinge of guilt hits you, knowing that this sweet moment wouldn't last long. Soon it would be crushed by the heavy weight of the conversation. A necessary conversation, of course, but heavy nonetheless.

“Good morning.” A just woken up, Ash tells you before giving you a quick side hug.

“Good morning.” You tell him fully, taking in his embrace.

“Oh shit, yall coulda told me yall was up. Eggs are just about done.”

“Bout time we got some real food in here.” Ash complaints, taking the set across from you. Leaving the one next to you open for Fezco. “Tired of eating cereal.”

“All you ever eat is cereal.”

“Because it's all we ever have. Thank god you came over, so he had some reason to feed me something good.”

The guilt returns for a second at the thought or, well, reality of Fezco only cooking breakfast because of you. Quickly, you push it away and laugh off Ashtray’s comment. The three of you eat breakfast in silence, no one feeling the need to speak and fill the empty space. Instead, the three of you rather just enjoy each other being there. When everyone is done eating, Fezco collects the plates and takes them to the sink.

“You staying the whole day?” Ashtray asks genuinely.

“Nah, I gotta get some stuff ready for school.” He frowns at your answer and gets up from the table to go to his room. “But.” He stops. “I was thinking that we could go do something.”

It's a vague response not promise, but a strong possibility. Ash accepts it with a small smile and nod. He leaves the room and Fezco returns to the table, and it's almost impossible to not notice, feel the shift in the atmosphere. He starts to speak, and truthfully you weren't really listening, more so hearing him and taking it in.

Putting all the scattered pieces you'd collected in your mind together with everything he was saying. Fezco knew Rue was interested in drugs, that's why he smoked with her and Lexi. To make sure if she was doing anything, she was doing it in safety. This you knew, but him selling her pills you always suspected but now knew for sure.

“I knew bout Rue thing for a lil bit, but I ain't think it was a real problem ya know. Just a kid trying something new, but after a while it was getting too much.” Struggling to keep his voice even, he gives you a moment to internalize. “I thought if we kept dating and Rue and I kept being friends, she was only gon get worse. It wasn't my business to tell, so I ain't tell you and just stopped talkin’ to you.” He pauses and regains control of his emotion.“I’m sorry.”

It was an odd relief, having the answers you were once desperate for. You could see partially where Fezco was coming from, but he definitely could have done things differently. Ultimately, him distancing himself from you and Rue didn't stop her addiction and eventual overdose.

You came home with a sense of hope you hadn't had in a long time. Not just for you and Fezco or even you and Ash, but for you and Rue. This of course didn't last very long because the next time you went to Fezco’s house you and your sister very caught in the middle of a hostile drug deal. You had no way of knowing if Rue took the drugs from Mouse by choice, but in your delirious state you could still tell that she was enjoying being high far more than you were. Regardless of the situation, the two of you were just in. It made you wonder how committed Rue really was to her sobriety and how willing she was to accept danger if it meant she could be high.

Next chapter ;)

All chapters :)

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final-girl96 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Seven

I sat waiting for Stu to get here. And while waiting I had time to think about everything that had happened. And what I could have done differently. Like, what if I would have gone with Casey instead of going back inside. Would I have been able to save her?

Maybe this was a personal thing. But who would want to kill Casey and Steve? What if it's the same person that killed Sidney's mom? I know she said it was Cotton Weary and that she saw him but what if it was just someone setting him up? Why was I left unharmed beside a possible concussion?

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Hey, sweetheart." I looked over and saw Stu. "Stu." Tears filled my eyes and rushed over to me. "Hey. I'm here, baby. Let's get you home," he said. I nodded my head and stood up. Stu's arm around my shoulder we walked out of the room.

He went to the cabinet where the medication was. "The nurse at the front desk told me to keep an eye on you. She said you might have a concussion. I know how that feels. Remember when we were thirteen and we were climbing a tree. I fell and hit my head pretty hard?" I nodded my head then winced at the pain that shot through it.

"Take these," he said, putting a couple Tylenol in my hand and sitting a glass of water on the counter. I took the pills and chugged the water. "You hungry?" Stu asked. "No. Just tired," I said. He walked over to me and picked me up, "let's get you in the shower so you can go to bed." I didn't protest, I just laid my head against his shoulder as he walked up the stairs.

After showering I slipped one of his shirts on and cuddled up to his side on his bed. "Does your head feel better?" He asked. I nodded, "yeah. It's not throbbing as much," I said. "The nurse said you might feel nauseous or dizzy." I looked up at him and smiled, "well, I don't feel either of those." He kissed my forehead, "good. So I was thinking tomorrow we could just lay around all day. I can take care of you."

I sat up and looked at him, "I want to go to school tomorrow," I said. He sat up, resting his back against the headboard. "Are you sure? You don't need to go to school. There will probably be a lot of new reporters and shit just waiting to get an interview with you." I sighed, "I know but I don't want to just sit at home. I need a distraction." He grabbed a hold of me and pulled me so I was straddling him.

"I could distract you," he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and lightly hit his chest. His hands moved up under his shirt I was wearing. "I could really distract you. Promise the only thing you'll be thinking about is how good my cock feels." I scoffed out a laugh, "Oh, my god, Stu!"

"That's one thing you'll be screaming." I squealed when he flipped me onto my back so he was hovering over me. "Let me make you feel good. Take away the bad thoughts," he said, kissing my neck. "I was almost gutted tonight, Stu. I don't think sex is going to take my mind off that," I told him. He stopped and looked at me. "I think if the killer wanted you dead, they would have killed you, babe. They only killed Casey and Steve. Makes me think it was personal don't you think?"

I shrugged, "maybe. And how do we know they weren't going to kill me? Maybe they were going to come back for me but her parents got home before they could," I said. "You need to relax, sweetheart. Just let me help you relax so you can sleep. And you don't need to worry about anything happening, I'm here and won't let anything happen to you." He pushed the shirt up slowly until he was pulling it up over my head. "Fuck, you're beautiful." His fingers hooked into the side of my panties and pulled them off. I was completely naked in front of him and to say I was kind of embarrassed would be an understatement.

I jumped when his fingers slid up my slit. His thumb came in contact with my clit and he started rubbing in circles. "So wet for me." He brought his mouth down to take my left nipple into his mouth while he slid two fingers into me. "Gotta stretch you out first so I don't hurt you," he said, after releasing the small bud. He continued to kiss down my body until he reached my pussy. "Mm. I've been wanting to taste you again since after school."

I gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth. With his mouth and fingers working me, an orgasm was very close. The coil in my lower stomach was getting tighter and tighter. His fingers curled up and hit just the right spot. My back arched off the bed, my walls cleaning down around his fingers. When I came back down he pulled away. Stu got off the bed and pulled his shirt and pajama pants off. When I looked over I gulped. He was definitely a little bigger than average. "I'd have you choke on my cock but I just want to be inside of you."

He got back on the bed and hovered over me. "I'll be gentle and if you need to stop just say so, okay?" I nodded before he connected our lips. Stu reached over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer own and grabbing a condom. 'Of course he has condoms in his drawer.' I thought to myself. It really isn't any sort of surprise.

After rolling it on he dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, brushing over my clit before going to line himself up with my entrance. "You ready, baby?" I nodded my head. "Words. I need you to use your words," he said. He pushed slightly but not enough to enter me. "Yes." As soon as the word left my mouth he was pushing into me slowly and gently. I felt the pressure and a slight burn but it wasn't too bad. "Shit. That's it, baby, just relax and open up for me."

When Stu was completely settled inside of me he stayed still to let me adjust. His lips were attached to my neck, one hand cupped my right breast, fingers pinch the hardened bud. "You feel so good wrapped around me, baby." He took my left leg and hiked it up over his hip. "You ready for me to move?" He asked. I nodded, "please." He smiled and kissed me, pulling out of me and pushing back in. "Fuck. You're so fucking tight."

My nails dug into his biceps, pain fading into pleasure. Stu’s pace sped up, wrapping both my legs around his waist. He groped my breast, twisting my nippled between his fingers. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.” He hit my g-spot, pulling a loud moan from me. “Stu, harder.” He groaned and fucked into me hatred and faster. Hand gripped my hips pulling me onto him as he pushed into me.

We paused when his phone rang, “who the fuck is calling this late?” Stu said annoyed. He leaned over and grabbed the phone, “hello?” He was silent for a minute then a smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah, she’s right here, Mr. Crawford.” He held out the phone for me to take. I reached my shaky hand up and took it from his, putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, sweetie, just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay.” I sighed and looked up at Stu, he smirked and slowly slid out of me. I gave him a warning look but he slammed back into me.

“Honey, are you okay?” My dad asked. “Mmhmm. Yeah, I’m fine. We were just getting ready for bed,” I told him. Stu continued to move in slow strokes, his thumb coming down to rub lazy circles on my clit. “Okay. Well, I don’t want you going to school tomorrow. I talked to Rich, he said Stu can stay home with you. But by no means are you to go anywhere by yourself, understood?” I put my hand on Stu’s chest to tell him to stop. My head was starting to get foggy. “Wait, no. I want to go to school tomorrow. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you,” I said, and hung up before he could argue with me.

“What the fuck, Stu?! What’s wrong with you?” I asked. His answer was to slam himself into me, wrapping his hand around my throat and fucking me hard. Then he flipped me over, pulling my hips up and slamming back into me from behind. I yelped when his hand came down onto the flesh of my ass. His fingers dug so hard into my skin there was no doubt I’d have bruises. I was a fucking mess, head foggy from pleasure, loud moans filled the room. Stu wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me up so my back was against his chest. “Taking me so fuck well. Being such a good slut for daddy.”

“Come for me, baby. Come around my cock like a good girl.” His other hand came around to press over my clit. “Stu! Fuck please,” I cried. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he said into my ear. “Fuck, please.” His thumb sped up, rubbing harsher circles. His cock slammed into my g-spot over and over. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?!” He hissed. “You!” He groaned as I clenched around him and came undone. “Fuck. Fuck! That’s it, baby, come for me.” A few more hard thrust and he was releasing into the condom and pulling out of me.

I fell back down onto the mattress, breathing heavy, and completely blissed out. “I’ll be right back.” I hummed and closed my eyes. I was slowly falling into a deep sleep when I felt a warm cloth on my inner thigh. I jumped but quickly relaxed. “Turn over, baby.” I did as asked and Stu gently cleaned me up before climbing into bed beside me and pulled the covers over me. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled into him. Before I knew it I was fading into a dreamless sleep.

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worksby-d · 4 years ago

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Ransom takes care of you during a very painful period, which shocks you a lot 🥺

i just got really sad and started crying for no reason lmao so i went on the hunt in my inbox because i knew i had this request somewhere 🥺

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: period pains

word count: ~600

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No matter how hard you’re trying to be quiet, your tossing and turning eventually wakes him up. His eyes slowly open, and he's able to tell it's early enough that neither of you should be awake by how dark the room still is.

“Stop moving,” he grumbles quietly, burying his face in his pillow.

“Sorry,” you whimper, his slightly irritated tone being enough to set you off in the sensitive state you're in.

Hearing that, he turns to face you again, furrowing his brow at the sight of your teary eyes. “Are you crying?”

“No,” you sniffle, quickly wiping at your eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“I started my period,” you exhale, rubbing your lower back. “My back hurts, and you don't have any pain relievers, and now I woke you up- I didn't mean to.”

“Oh babe- Shit,” he sighs, rolling onto his back and brings his hands up to rub at his eyes before sitting up. “I didn't mean to make you cry. We really don't have painkillers? That was on my list this week, damn it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, knowing your voice will crack again if you talk any louder.

Glancing down at you, he offers a sympathetic look before moving to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” you ask, watching him pull on a sweater and some pants.

“To get you something to take,” he shrugs, walking to your side of the bed so he can lean down to give you a quick kiss. “But before I do that…” His voice trails off as he leaves the room, and you groan, once again changing your position in attempt to get more comfortable.

When he walks back in the room a minute later, he's carrying two water bottles. “This one’s for you to drink,” he says, placing it on the table next to the bed. “And this one is hot. I figure that might help until I get back.” He hands it to you, and you immediately slip it under your shirt, pressing it against your skin.

He chuckles at the small initial sigh of relief you let out, and leans down one more time to kiss your forehead before leaving.

The hot water bottle only provides a tiny bit of relief for a short amount of time before you're in utter agony again. It feels like he's gone for hours before you finally hear him coming down the hallway toward your room.

“Sorry it took so long,” he’s apologizing as soon as he walks through the door, handing you the bag in his hand. “Punk in front of me at the checkout was buying the whole damn store at 6 in the morning. Asshole wouldn't let me cut in front of him-”

“Ransom,” you laugh, interrupting him before he gets too worked up to go back to sleep. “It’s okay. Thank you.”

You take a few pills as he strips his clothes back off, getting back into bed with you. You found that laying on your side with your knees up to your chest is the least excruciating, so you lay like that facing him. But he puts his hand on your back, gently guiding you to lay on your stomach instead.

“Where does it hurt?” he asks softly, sliding his hand underneath your shirt to rest it on the middle of your back.

“Lower,” you murmur, letting out another sigh of relief as his warm hand moves and applies pressure to your lower back. “Mmm, knew your hands were good for something.”

“They’re good for a lot of things,” he teases, kissing your cheek and the top of your head. “Gotta get you feeling better so I can show you.”

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, nothing else really, it’s just really fluffy i think

word count: 1905

a/n: okay so my other stuff is coming, i stg, i’m just in the middle of finals and moving out of my dorm, and starting a new job, so i’m a bit stressy right now, but i’m getting there loves.

so if this one isn’t as good as it could be that’s why, but i’m hoping to add on to it later

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

You were currently at your best friend’s birthday party, polishing off your third overfull glass of wine. Your best friend threw her hands above her head, shouting out “Shots on me!” She thrusted a shot glass in your hand, encouraging you to toss back the liquid. You set down your wine glass, picking up the smaller cup, not caring about the flashing cameras around you.

“I’m so glad you were able to get free from your oh so lavish lifestyle as a celebrity to come hang out with little ‘ol me!” She had to continue to shout for you to hear her over the loud music blasting through the club speakers. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the bathrooms. “Are you getting ready to go? The sound system is giving me a headache.” You smiled at her, grabbing your phone from your clutch.

“Absolutely, babes. Let me order the Uber and then we can go.” You held onto your phone tighter, walking up to the bar to settle your tab. “Hey, Gabe!” Gabe, one of the bartenders, turned to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He went to grab a bottle of your favorite wine to uncork it, but stopped when you held your hand up.

“Just settling up and heading out.” You passed your black AmEx card over the counter to his waiting hand.

“You’re missin’ out, Y/N. The party is just getting started here.” You shook your head at the man.

“Nah, I’m celebrating my best friend’s birthday tonight, so this is her call.” He slid your card back to you, watching you push it into the slots of your clutch. “We’re getting outta here, but that doesn’t mean our party is ending.” You winked at him, meeting up with your companion. You linked arms with her, leading the way through the crowd. It was cold outside, which didn’t mean good things for you because of your almost too short dress. The Uber stopped beside the curb, rolling their window down for you to double check. You climbed in beside your friend, scooting closer to increase your warmth. The ride to your apartment wasn’t too long, thankfully because Uber’s creeped you out, no matter how safe you were.

Walking into your apartment was difficult to say the least. You both were stumbling the entire way to the elevator and then stumbling into your couch cushions. The two of you managed to make it to your bedroom, swapping out your tight garments for some more ill fitting attire. That was not before you took an absurd amount of photos together in your bathroom mirror. You sat across from each other on the black couch in your apartment, sifting through the pictures of the two of you. Your best friend was leaned over your shoulder, watching as you scrolled through.

“Oo! That one!” She pointed at the screen quickly, stopping your scrolling. It was of you holding the phone, leaning backward staring at the phone in your hand. Your best friend was facing you, her bare back displayed from the deep dip in the back of her dress. “We look so hot.” You both shared a look and then burst into a fit of laughter. You posted the picture to your Instagram, tagging your best friend in the corner, wishing her a happy birthday. She slid away from your, covering her lower half with a blanket.

“You want a water?” You asked as you rose from your spot on the couch. She smiled big at you.

“Can I convince you to mix up some margaritas?” Her bottom lip rolled inwards, waiting for your response. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head before opening your liquor cabinet. You pulled down bottles of triple sec and tequila, reaching into your freezer for the bag of strawberries and limeade. You brought your Ninja Bullet out to make individual margaritas for both you and your drunk friend. Walking back over to her with containers in hand, you plopped opposite her on the couch.

“You’re literally the bestest ever.” She slurped on the drink through her swirly straw. The conversation faded between the two of you, allowing the both of you to go through your socials. “Did you see that Lizzo got a message back from Chris Evans the other day?” You laughed at her question, remembering your reaction to Lizzo’s TikTok.

“Mhm. Can you imagine getting a reply back from one of those hunks of men?” She shook her head while guzzling her margarita.

“I can’t, but I bet you can.” You scrunch your brows at her and she groaned. “You’re a celebrity too, dumbass. Girl, the amount of times that I’ve gotta remind you of that is insane.” You laughed at her, rolling your eyes.

“Babes, just because I’m quote, unquote famous, doesn’t mean that I’m on their level.” She pointed a finger at you.

“Hey, just shoot your shot, Y/N.”

“I literally don’t even know which one I would DM.” Your best friend scoffed loudly.

“Bullshit!” You choked at how loud she yelled. “You don’t know who you would DM? I know who you would DM in a fucking heartbeat.” You looked over at her with raised brows and in unison you said. “Sebastian Stan.” “Sebastian Stan.”

“Mm, he is a six foot tall Romanian God.” You shook your head while fake moaning, your friend laughing in the background. She reached for your phone before you could protest, typing away on your keyboard, smiling mischievously. She thrust the phone back into your hands, the empty DM screen of imsebastianstan on Instagram staring back at you.

“All you gotta do is send something.” She smiled at you while you glanced down at your phone screen nervously. You began typing something quickly then locked the screen, placing it facing downward on your lap, a giggly smile resting on your face. She scooted closer to you, folding her legs up to her chin. “Wait! What did you say?” You unlocked your phone, showing her the screen. She laughed at your message, drinking the rest of her margarita.

y/n.y/l/n: hi, i’m y/n and you’re the love of my life ;) <3

“That’s so fucking good, oh my God.” She glanced at the clock on your phone. “Oh girl, we’ve gotta go to sleep.” You checked it as well, dropping your head into your hands.

“Mhm, you’re right.” You stood from your spot, holding your hand out to your friend to help her up. “Let’s go to sleep.” You both crashed on your king sized mattress underneath your white fluffy duvet. You were about to drift off to sleep, when your best friend’s voice floated into your ears.

“Do you think he’s gonna reply to you?” Her voice was slurring more and more from the amount she drank and the sleep weighing on her mind. You smiled at her, it was a long shot that he would even see it, much less reply.

“We’ll have to see, babes.” She didn’t reply to you as you both fell off into a dreamless abyss.

********************

The sun streaming into your room woke you up in the morning, light hitting your eyelid just right. You blinked harshly, bringing your hand up to block the glare. A groan escaped your lips, stretching out from your best friends grip. “Fuck me.” You held your head in your hand, groaning about the headache blossoming at the nape of your neck. You left the bed, pulling a sweater over your tank top to catch some warmth. You tucked your phone into the waistband of your shorts. You padded into the kitchen, grabbing your Advil bottle, dumping two pills into your hand. You got a glass of water, settling down on the couch after gulping down the headache medicine.

You opened your phone while basically inhaling your water. Your memories of last night were fuzzy, you drank quite a bit. Did you drink too much? Maybe… but did you regret it at all? Not a second of it. You had the best time hanging out with your best friend. You check your Instagram post, replying to several different comments. A red bubble was pinned over your DM button in the corner. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering who messaged you now. You swiped over, eyes widening at the new message.

imsebastianstan: Hi, Y/N. I’m Sebastian, thank you for professing your love to me.

The feeling of panic running through your veins didn’t last long, A gigantic smile spread accompanied by a giggle. What the fuck do you do now? Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard, thinking through what you want to say back.

y/n.y/l/n: hello sebastian, what do ya say we figure out if it’s a match :)

You sent the message before you could chicken out, locking the phone shortly after, shoving it in your waistband. You got up, refilling your glass of water, leaning against your granite countertop, tapping your fingers impatiently. You squealed as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

imsebastianstan: What do you have in mind?

y/n.y/l/n: 917-555-0545 <3

Oh my god, you can’t believe you just did that. Holy shit, what are you thinking? Maybe this will all work out in your favor. You really had nothing to lose but your dignity, right? A disturbance in the peace to the right of your caught your attention.

“Why the hell are you up so early? We drank last night, that’s an excuse to sleep in, you fuck baffoon.” Her hair was tousled on top of her head, shirt hanging off one shoulder. You turned your phone around, thrusting it towards her face.

“There’s been recent developments on the Stan front.” Her brows raised, face becoming shocked.

“Oh. My. God. Are you fucking serious?” She snatched the phone away from your hand quickly to scroll through the messages. “You gave him your number?” She yelled at you as she stretched across the couch, laying her head in your lap. Your phone buzzed in her hands and her eyes widened to unbelievable proportions. “Bitch, you just got a text from an unsaved number.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You looked at the phone in her hands. “I didn’t think he was actually going to text me, I sent it as a joke! What’s it say?”

“How are we going to figure this out?” You both shared a look, shrieking enthusiastically. “Y/N! Sebastian Stan texted you!” She jumped up and down on your couch, pulling you up with her.

“What do I say back?” You held the phone against your chest, staring expectantly at your best friend. She shook her head at you.

“Nuh-uh girl. This is all you.” She held her hands up in surrender. You looked down at your keyboard, the blinking cursor waiting for instructions.

“Okay, okay, how ‘bout, ‘discuss over coffee?’” You looked at your best friend for approval, still standing on your couch. You sent the message after she nodded. A message bubble popped up, three blinking dots inside.

There’s a coffee shop on 8th street, just outside of Washington State Park.

wanna meet up around three?

I’ll be there, Y/N.

You turned to your best friend, holding the phone to your chest. “Babes.” She raised her brows, waiting. “I have a fucking date with Sebastian Stan!” You both squealed, excited for what would happen on your date.

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