#two exams this week so I’m really feelin this image

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This came to me in a vision

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Pre-Christmas Catastrophe

Title: Pre-Christmas Catastrophe

Pairing: Ambulance Officer!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: angst, graphic descriptions of car accident, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Square Filled: Ambulance Officer!Sam

Prompt: White Christmas

Summary: AU Y/N is out finishing her Christmas shopping on one particularly snowy day. It’s smooth sailing until she’s coming home when her car slips on black ice. Luckily for her, she’s got an ambulance officer as a fiance who just so happens to be working that night.

A/N: Written for @spnaubingo

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A winter wonderland was the only way you could describe the view outside the window. You wanted nothing more than to run around in it, like you were a kid again, or fall down into the tufts of white and make snow angels, soaking your jeans and mittens without a care in the world. It was beautiful.

You had just a few errands to run before Christmas day, and it was fast approaching. You needed a few more gifts for Sam, and Sam insisted you get a gift for Harley, your two-year-old black lab. It was off to the mall for you.

The snow was thick as it came down, but it was still light out. You weren’t worried in the slightest, having driven in the snow every winter when it came. You slipped a little getting down the street, but caught yourself quickly, the four-wheel drive of your car making it easier to get down the snow packed road.

Pretty soon, you were on the highway, cautious but still reaching speeds of nearly 60 in some areas. The snow wasn’t sticking yet, and with all the cars passing, it kept the roads fairly clear. There were some cars that had to have been going 80, just flying down the fast lane and past everyone in their sights.

You took your exit, the mall crowded but not like it normally was on a weekend. You at least found a parking spot relatively easy, one that wasn’t far from the entrance. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you opened the text, a smile on your face as you read through Sam’s words. “Thinkin’ bout you. Boys down here want to see that ring.” You looked down at your finger, the three white sapphire stones locked in a gold band staring back at you. Just two weeks ago Sam was on his knee, asking to spend a lifetime with you.

“Miss you,” you sent back. “Christmas is just around the corner, and we’ll have it all to ourselves.” You tucked your phone away again as you got out of your car and headed for the doors.

The snow had picked up. It was wetter now, and the sun had set, meaning it was colder. It was still thick but came down faster, like a miniature blizzard, still so beautiful though. Winter was your favorite season, for the reason that it snowed and the snow always made everything so sparkly and bright.

You were a bit more cautious as you took the freeway this time. Afternoon traffic had begun to start, and with the snow, things were a lot tighter and slower. Of course, there were always those people who just swerved in and out of traffic to be the first ones home.

White Christmas played through your radio. A smile drew over your lips as you realized you’d have a white Christmas this year, just like every year before. It was probably one of your favorite Christmas songs, for the sole reason that you grew up with snow on Christmas day and you always waited around by a window to watch the snow fall.

You moved into the left lane to go around a delivery truck, speeding up just a bit to make sure you got around him in time. Around a bend, your wheels gave out and you fishtailed, swerving into a barrier. You corrected, went full 360 and hit the other side, now sitting the complete opposite way, but your car didn’t stop.

Your feet were pushing on the brakes as your hands tried to maneuver the wheel around to get yourself the right way. Another car came straight at you, hitting your front end and pushing you into the wall again. The airbags went off, your head flung back into your seat and then into the not-so-cushy white balloon. You could hear your horn and the other cars horn, but when you tried to move to assess the situation, pain shot throughout your entire body. You couldn’t move your hand to get your phone and silently prayed that someone would call 911 and come save you.

The end of White Christmas was still playing through your speakers as you began to scream and cry. Each bellow for help was cut off by a long gut-wrenching sob. Everything hurt now. You couldn’t move your head left or right, you could barely move your jaw to speak. A middle-aged woman opened your car door, frantically asking if you were okay. You weren’t even sure you responded, just listened as she assured you someone was on their way.

You never expected that someone to be Sam. You never expected to see him jump out of the ambulance and race for your car, completely dismissing everything he had learned in training.

“Y/N! Baby, it’s okay!” He assured. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” His voice was anything but calm, but you were conscious and crying. Hurt and bleeding but awake and talking, well, screaming. It was comforting to know that you didn’t get knocked out in the crash.

“I hit ice,” you mumbled, trying to move but being unable to. “Sam.” Tears brimmed in your eyes, wanting to turn your head to look at him and see his comforting face, but not being able to.

“You’re gonna be fine, Y/N. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

He started to move and you yelled. “Please don’t go, Sam. Please, stay here. Stay with me. Please.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here.” He placed his hand on your hair and you flinched.

“It hurts,”

“I know.”

“Sam! What we got?” His partner called. You assumed he had checked out the other car. God, you hoped whoever was in there was alright.

“Uh.. female, 30’s, conscious. Possible concussion. Lacerations to head and chest. She says she can’t move and she’s in a lot of pain,” he responded. “You?”

“Female, early 20’s if not teen. Unresponsive. Pulse is slowing.”

You froze at his words, not having the heart to tell Sam to stay when he moved away. “I will be right back,” he assured, kissing your temple as gently as he could. You weren’t alone for long and just minutes later you could hear another set of sirens. “Alright, Y/N, we’re going to get you out now.”

“I can’t move,” you said.

“I know. I’m gonna help you okay? So is officer Taylor, but you have to cooperate. I need you to try, even if it hurts you need to try.” His voice was stern but shaking. He didn’t want to see you in any more pain than you already were. There were two sets of hands on your body, pulling you up. You screamed, begging for them to stop, but Sam continued to whisper praises and words of comfort to you as they got you onto a gurney. You saw that another ambulance had arrived and watched as two other EMT’s lifted a smaller woman onto their gurney. They had an oxygen mask on her and were working on a brace around her neck when a woman stood above you, asking you if you could move your head.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“That’s okay. I’m going to put a brace on you now. I need you to look straight up at me and I will try not to move you too much.”

Sam passed her the brace and held your head as still as possible as they fixated it around your neck. “Her pulse is dropping,” he informed, a waver in his voice and you knew he was scared.

“She’s still conscious,” the woman said. “We’ll get her on some oxygen in the van and keep her vitals in check until we get to the hospital. Sam, I need you to focus, you know how to do this and it’s no different with her, okay?”

“She’s my-”

“I know,” She cut Sam off. “But you have to focus until we get to the hospital.”

Sam drove. He was too much of a wreck to keep his eyes on you and make sure you were breathing or your pulse was where it needed to be. He wanted to be your fiance right now, not the ambulance officer who came to rescue you.

Sam never left your side as they got you into a room and nurses began checking your vitals once again. He stayed out of the way, watching as they hooked you up to an IV and started a pain reliever. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks, but everyone assured him you’d be okay.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re going to take you back for an X-ray and make sure you don’t have any fractures or something similar. You feelin’ okay?” A nurse asked, pulling up the sides of your bed and making sure everything was unlocked and ready to go.

“I think th-the morphine blocks most of the pain,” you gave a slight chuckle, watching as Sam smiled.

“Good,” she grinned. “Then it’s doing its job.”

When you got to the room, a technician set you up on the bed, throwing a leaded apron over you. “Any chance you’re pregnant, miss?”

“Um, I-I am. I don’t know how far along, I f-found out a couple days ago.”

“No worries. We’ll get you an ultrasound for that today, make sure everything is okay. We’re going to do an image of your legs and your neck okay? No damage to the baby at all.

It took about ten minutes to get everything done, and when you had gotten back onto the bed, they wheeled you down to another exam room, complete with ultrasound equipment.

You heard the heartbeat first, tearing up because you were so sure the little thing hadn’t made it.

“Strong heartbeat,” the ultrasound technician said, calming your fears even more. “So you’re measuring about 7 and a half weeks. Does that seem about right?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Congratulations. I’ll print out some of these images for you. It kind of looks like a blob right now, but I’ll point out some key features,” she teased, watching as the images printed out one by one in a long train. “So, this is the heartbeat.” There were lines going up and down, just like on an adult EKG. “And, this would be the head and the little body. You can’t really see much of the arms or legs but they’re there. They’re little buds at this point.” She moved the picture down again. “And this is the spine. So, I’ll give these to you and you can go break the news to hubby, sound good?”

You laughed, your chest a little sore when you did, but nothing too bad. The pain was mild to what you were feeling just after the crash.

You made it back to your room just as the doctor had stepped in. “Went over your images. Everything looks just fine. There’s no breaks, fractures, nothing. We will send it over for a little extra examining, but if there is anything it’s minor and would probably be something that could heal on its own. You probably do have whiplash so you are going to be sore, but we’ll send you home with some pain medication for that. Take it easy for the next couple weeks, alright? Don’t go on any crazy roller coasters, or do acrobatics until everything clears up. And, of course, follow up with your regular doctor. They’ll be able to keep you in check and let you know when you’re good to get back to your daily life. Sound good?”

You nodded. “Sounds good. Thank you.”

“You take care. You’ve got an excuse to laze around for about nine months too,” he chuckled. “I’ll send a nurse in to get you all signed out and unhooked from all this, and then you two can be on your way.”

“Thank you,” Sam added as the doctor left. He looked over at you, one eyebrow raised. “Did he say nine months of laying around?”

A shy smile crossed your features. “Congratulations daddy.” His eyes got big as you pulled out the thread of pictures. Sam let out a deep breath, pulling you into a soft hug.

“Thank god I didn’t know about this beforehand or there is no way I would’ve stayed calm out there.”

You laughed, pursing your lips and waiting for Sam to kiss them. “I was going to tell you on Christmas. I already wrapped the pregnancy test and onesie so just act surprised when you unwrap it, okay?”

“Deal.”

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i’m slowly editing more fics for moo!jack, so here have the toot fic.

i still have no clue how to tie the two together, but at least i’ve gotten a chance to flesh the first part out

“He's underweight.”

Angela's got a stare that could freeze fire. She looks over her clipboard, eyeing Gabriel sternly

“He's very underweight. Do you feed him at all?”

“No, Ange, I tie him up and make him watch me eat steak – of course I feed him.” Gabriel rolls his eyes, “But I'm not going to stick a funnel down his throat.”

“I'm not saying 'use a funnel', but him being his underweight is seriously hampering his recovery.” Angel sits at her desk, slamming down her clipboard, “I'm his primary physician, I'm sure you can appreciate that worries me.”

Angela had been involved in Jack since he'd shown up at the shop, checking up on him every now and then and making sure he took his vitamins and supplements. She's a pretty good doctor – best one they've got in town, honestly. And although Jack still shys away from Angela over long periods, he's slowly come around to being cooperative for exams.

It's a relief – Gabriel's knowledge of medicine is solid, but it's not unlimited. Jack's still skittish about a lot – having a third party they both trust saves a lot of hassle.

Well. Some hassle – the hassle of getting his ass chewed out remains.

“So, what's the plan, doc?” Gabriel sits up, resting his arms on his knees, “Because I don't think bitching at me's going to get his weight up.”

“But it might make you take this seriously.” She rolls her eyes and thrusts a sheet of paper at him, “Proteins. He needs them. Time to put those master-chef skills to use, Gabriel.”

Gabriel snatches the paper, matching the sneer on her face, “Finally. I'll get to try out all those new, exciting dishes I keep seeing.”

“Try not to kill my patient, Señor.”

“I'll give it my best shot, Fraulein.”

“What smell so good?”

Gabriel peaks out of the kitchen – Jack's returned from one of his daily wanderings. He's surprisingly clean, still holding the knapsack Ana'd given him. Jack tosses it on the coatrack and walks into the kitchen, obviously following his nose.

“Pupusas.” Gabriel smiles at him, patting the dough between his hands, “I've already made a few, they're just cooling down right now.”

He motions towards the plate covered in dishtowels. Oil soaks the fabric, making small, oily circles.

“What's a pupusa?” Jack tilts his head, eyes big and blue. Gabriel turns away from his dough.

“It's like..filled pancakes.”

“Are they sweet?”

“Not really – some of them can be, but most are savory.” Gabriel tosses the dough into the air to form it, “I'm guessing you've never had one before?”

“Nope...They smell good.” Jack seems entranced, leaning forward as Gabriel begins to form the morsel, “They smell really good.”

“So you've said.” Gabriel tosses the cake onto the frying pan. It snarls and sizzles, “You can have one, if you want.”

He's not entirely sure if this is what Angela meant. There's a lot of oil in making these things, a lot of carbohydrates. But they're filled with good stuff – beans, cheese, avocado (he's smartly avoided using any meat). They're easy to store, easy to cook – if he's going to entice Jack to eat more, maybe having smaller foods with more portions would help?

He's not a doctor – but he's giving it his best shot.

“I'm...I'm okay, I still have-”

“No c'mon.” Gabriel turns from the griddle and pouts, “I can't eat these all on my own, Ana doesn't like them, and I don't want them to go to waste!”

“If you didn't want to waste them, why did you make so many?” He laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “I got carried away?”

“You don't say.”

Jack's frowning at the plate, rubbing his chin. Gabriel has to stomp down a good natured laugh – Jack looks so much better from when he first arrived. His pelt, which was once almost white-blonde) has taken a more sunny color, the tan patches a richer color. He was shaggy when he arrived – now he's freshly trimmed and washed, his face shaved clean (admittedly, he's got a pit of a baby face all cleaned up like that). The bags under his eyes are the only thing that speaks of his age.

“Look, just...try one.” Gabriel leans over and rips the fabric off, letting the smell of the freshly made treats waft in the air, “Eat one for me, and if you want more, then you can have them.”

Jack's eyes narrow – the suspicious, wary look breaks Gabriel's heart a little bit. It's the 'what's your goal, what's your scheme' look that's so ingrained in Jack now.

“...half?” He bargains, pulling the most brilliant smile he can muster, “A third? A fourth? C'mon Jackie, don't leave me hanging here.”

“My name's not Jackie.” Jack says grumpily as he snatches one cake from the plate and tosses it between his fingers. They're still hot – not scalding, but not cool enough to hold easily. He slowly lifts the food to his mouth before he stops and glares at it, giving it another sniff, “Why do you want me to eat this so bad?”

“Because you've never had one.”

“How could you know that – I literally just told you that.”

“Okay. Well, how does “I wanted pupsas and didn't want to eat them alone” sound?”

Jack turns his glare to Gabriel, ears flopping back and forth – and then he grabs of a hunk of pupusa with his teeth and rips the hunk off, chewing noisily.

Gabriel turns back to the griddle – busying himself with his cooking. He keeps an ear out – hears Jack finish the first one, hesitate, and then take a second pupsa.

You can never just have one.

Jack gains a good chunk of weight that night on the cakes alone – Gabriel's pleased as punch, happy to hand him more and more food.

It's all about presentation – Jack doesn't like being watched while he eats, so Gabriel turns to make more food. He doesn't mention how much he takes or how quickly he eats it, just shoves another plate towards him and asks him to “try this batch too”.

Getting him to even consider the food is a step in the right direction after all – they quickly learned upon moving in that Jack's got a host of food allergies that he's apparently just dealt with the past few months by limiting what he ate or not eating entirely – even on the auction diet he was forced on, he would forgo food for days on end until he was forced to eat by a stablehand. Angela wonders if they're stress related – the first (and subsequently last) time Gabriel made macaroni and cheese ended in a three hour trip to the restroom, followed by a plumber coming out to fix the “damage” and him having to comfort a distraught, embarrassed Jack by saying “shit happens” (even the plumber groaned at that).

He's temperamental about being forced to eat things he doesn't know – the first few weeks had one-too-many days running to the bathroom and dealing with horrible cramps and when pushed too hard, Jack does one of two things: breaks down or runs away.

So it's been a slow, steady process. They eat in the same room now, they even eat the same things sometimes. And the portions are slowly getting bigger and bigger – even if it's at a snail's crawl, every pound he gains brings Gabriel joy.

“I...shit, Gabe, I'm done.” Jack sits back, pushing the plate away.

Gabriel plops onto the other side of the table, taking a cake of his own – the last of the batch sits between them, still steaming and glistening. Jack sighs, his face twisting between utterly content and utterly....concentrated.

Gabriel gives Jack a good one-over as he slowly chews his food – there's a rosy glow in his cheeks that stand out stark against his pale skin and a bump's formed in Jack's belly. A food baby (Gabriel chuckles to himself – Jack could use a few more curves on him, he looks cute)

“Thanks for trying all those dishes for me – I haven't done those in forever.”

Jack blushes, sipping his glass, “Yeah...no problem.”

He shifts in his chair; Gabriel can hear his hoof starting to tap.

“What's the matter?”

Jack starts, ears perking up, “What?”

“You're staring off into space – you okay?”

“Yeah....yeah, I'm. I'm fine.”

Gabriel blinks – Jack doesn't look fine, he looks nervous as hell.

“Is it your stomach?”

“Huh?”

“Is your stomach acting up again?” Gabriel sits up, frowning – he learned from last time, get the kid some water and some space to let his body rest, “Do you need to lie down?”

“No...no, my stomach's fine but...” He puts an uneasy hand on his belly, not looking Gabriel in the eye. His ears flop nervously as he rubs his stomach, “Bloating. I guess.”

“Oh.” Gabriel sits back, taking another pupusa, “It doesn't hurt does it?”

“Naw, not at all.” Jack reassures him quietly, “Just...haydit.”

He mumbles the last word, propping his chin up on his hand, fingers covering his mouth. Gabriel smiles slightly and stands, scooting his chair to move next to Jack.

“Why?” He asks as Jack instinctively leans against his side.

“Don' like feelin fat.” He presses his face against Gabriel's chest, muttering into his shirt. Gabriel's heart breaks a little more. Jack's always had a horrible self-image – Gabriel would love him even if he was the size of a houseboat, but Gabriel can't “fix” him with love alone. That's what Angela and Ana and his therapist is for – Gabriel can only support him and help him get better.

“Lo siento, toro.” He lays his head against Jack's, pressing a kiss to his horn, “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothin'.” Jack mutters, reaching out and snagging a hunk of Gabriel's pupusa – he nibbles on it miserably, “Just support me. I guess.”

“Of course.”

The night starts out normal enough.

Gabe's used to going to bed stark naked – he's taken to wearing boxers now that Jack has conquered his bed. Beneath the covers, he tries to make an effort to hide the hard-on he gets as Jack gets ready for bed, brushing his hair, his teeth, shinning his stubby (but growing!) horns.

To which Jack laughs and proceeds to suck him off as they fall asleep, lapping and sucking on Gabriel's cock, mouthing at his heavy sac. Jack loves giving head, can't get enough of it – he's a greedy bovine in that regard, giving head the way Gabriel likes it, sloppy, wet, mouthy.

He swallows around Gabe as he cums, not letting a drop slip past his lips. Gabriel's delicious, the perfect mix of salty, bitter, and creamy.

He pushes away Gabriel's hand when Gabriel reaches to touch him.

“Unlike you I don't need to get off before bed every night.” He teases as he lays on the bed. Gabriel slots himself against Jack's back, one hand resting against the curve of Jack's thigh. He can just feel how wet Jack is but Jack is a horrible tease and won't let Gabriel taste him yet.

What a brat.

someone help i can’t tie these two together still OTL

“Jesus fuck”

Gabriel presses his thighs together, hooves knocking each other other loudly. The bright red that coated Jack's face runs down his neck, creeping over his shoulders. Gabriel's cock is slick, between the thick folds of Jack's cunt, soaking wet and sticky. There's another blast of air – it's like the best toy he's ever used times a hundred, the hot vibration directly against the sheath of his cock. Gabriel laughs snidely, thrusting his cock up against those slippery folds.

“You're so disgusting.” he laughs, squeezing Jack's thighs. The flesh dimples beneath his fingertips, his pelt wonderfully soft, “Is your stomach really that sensitive?”

“F-Fuck off.” Jack grumbles, bitting his lip, his hands locked over Gabriel's. Even if Gabriel wanted to let go – he certainly wouldn't be now. Jack groans, his stomach groaning again – every shallow thrust drives him wild, his sex dripping against Gabriel's pelvis, “Fuck!”

He huffs, utterly humiliated as he rips a loud one against Gabriel, ears hanging low. One hand covers his face, the other still over Gabriel's hand, “You're the sick one you- oh god right there – how are you g-getting – fuck fuck fuck – how are you getting off on this?”

“How could I not? Your sloppy pussy's all wet for me, ready for me to wreck you.”