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whack-patty · 2 years ago
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sh1-n0bu · 1 year ago
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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!
day 17: public sex with sampo koski from hsr
warnings: exhibitionism, degrading, fingering, sampo being a slut as usual, finger sucking, gagging, slight feminization
notes: silly silly con-man getting fucked silly
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it was sampo’s intention when he did everything.
annoying you, throwing paper balls at you, constantly going “psst! [name]!” only to blow you a kiss or wink at you when you do sigh and pay attention to him. just simply irking you in general. or getting on your nerves.
being a volunteering medic in natasha’s little clinic leaves your plate full of work to do, little to no sleep schedule except for the power naps you stela from time to time. even as the owner of the clinic worries over your health and the constant heavy eyebags under your eyes, all you do is wave off of her worry.
your work schedule is the reason why you’re always so slow and sluggish in your movements. words slurred, voice low and raspy as you literally fit the term ‘walking dead’. perhaps it was that nature of yours that caused sampo to be infatuated with you.
he’s always seen you around natasha’s clinic. helping out with her work, taking care of others, babysitting the younglings — you did everything and anything. the conman didn’t even bother to hide his eeny teeny crush on you. bringing you red roses, calling you cheesy nicknames, taking care of you, dragging you away to make you cuddle him because his boo boos hurt. it was just a mere sore ankles, sampo. get your act together.
but somehow, someway, you would end up in his arms before drifting off to much needed sleep. he has a silver tongue for a reason. but it was further into your little situationship that sampo started to get a little more daring with his little tease.
asking for your consent first, he would send you small little sneak peak photos that’s more similar to a nude pic. it started out relatively tame.
a small snap of him pulling up the front of his shirt that barely covers anything, showing his v-line perfectly. a little pic with a red rose held between his teeth. quick photo of him shirtless but it became progressively more daring with each pic.
picture of him straight out of the shower with a towel around his waist. a sneak peek of him wearing a bralette and his smug face. him in his boxers. it didn’t took long before he was sending you pictures of him in lingeries or him sucking on a dildo, saying wishing it was you instead.
it won’t take a genius to figure out that he wanted you. badly.
all it took for you to snap and give him what he wanted happened to be showing you a very thin lace tied around his waist. the sideless shirt of his did nothing to hide the string of what you would assume to be a lingerie piece as he pulls out the string, flashing it to you with a smug grin and a pink tinted cheeks.
that was all you needed to have all the energy you needed to fuck him in the empty alleyway next to the clinic. it was way past midnight and no one would be outside during such ungodly hours, making everything perfect.
“stupid slut. you wanted me that bad? did no one taught you how to use your words correctly?” you hiss into his ear angrily, pushing him flush against the wall as you shove two fingers inside his mouth. the thief gags at the feeling, choking on your fingers having not expected you to be so rough but that caused his pants to tighten more.
“now, at least for once be good and get my fingers all nice and wet, got it?” you demand, forefinger and middle finger pulling on his tongue. he could only nod dumbly, having been reduced to whines already. sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them before flicking his wet muscle between your two fingers caused to briefly wonder how good he would be on his knees. that is for later.
once you deem your finger were wet enough, you pull them out. his saliva coating and dripping from your fingers to your palm. his own lips all swollen and green eyes looking hazy. you haven’t even fucked him properly yet.
turning him around with his chest to the wall, you slip a finger inside him, causing him to whine at the stretch. just one finger felt so good already. it made him drool as he wonders how your cock would feel inside him. it would definitely leave him sore and limping for days, rearranging his insides. pushing his leg up with your free hand hooked under his knee, spreading him open for you caused your finger to hit his spot.
“aunngh—! guuhck♡︎ [n-name]... there! r-right there!“ sampo moans out loudly, not even bothering to silence himself in the dark alleyway. he didn’t care about being caught, he just wanted you to fuck him stupid. whether that be with your fingers or your strap, he didn’t care. he just wanted to be fucked stupid by you.
slipping another finger inside his loose hole, you let out a grunt at how tight he was around you. it almost felt like you were fucking a cunt with how he was clamping on your two fingers, moaning and drooling like a cheap whore.
“dirty little thing… have you always fantasized about this? getting fingered in some random alley?” you ask, whispering into his ear as he moans deliriously. you may not have noticed but each time you scissored his hole open, your fingertips always grazed against that one spot. that one spongy spot inside his tight walls that make him squeal. head thrown back on your shoulder as he weakly bucks his hips.
“asnh! gyang… mmgh! anh anh anggh♡︎” whiny, high pitched noises of utter debauchery comes from the conman. weakly bucking his hips back into your fingers. he could only moan and drool in place against the wall as he takes whatever you give him without complaint.
this was all his intention when he first laid eyes on the pretty, lace purple panties. sampo knew you would like it on him.
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trickphotography2 · 8 months ago
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The Perfect Match
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Every third week in March, fourth year medical students find out where they'll be going for their residency. A quick 2.2K word one-shot of Jake's girlfriend going through that process.
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The nervous energy in the auditorium was almost overwhelming as the clock ticked closer to 11:50AM. All across the US, fourth-year medical students gathered in ceremonies like this, ready to find out where they would be headed in just a few months to begin their residency. It had been a long week - on Monday, everyone received an email letting them know if a residency program had selected them. For those who got one, it was a waiting game to see where they would be moving. Those who hadn't been selected went through the nerve-wracking SOAP process, hoping to secure a job after graduation. With the number of medical graduates increasing faster than residency positions, it wasn't always a guarantee. 
You, however, already knew where you were going and what specialty you would be practicing. For months last year, you'd flown across the country, interviewing with residency programs at different installations and civilian hospitals—backups in case you didn’t match with a base hospital and had to compete for a civilian spot. And a perk of matching through the military was getting notified of your posting in mid-December, while civilians had to wait until the third week of March. 
On December 15th, you received that wonderful email alerting you that you had matched into Emergency Medicine at Naval Medical Center San Diego. Not only was Emergency Medicine a competitive specialty, but the location meant that you would finally be able to be close to your long-distance boyfriend, Jake, after seven long years.
A chance encounter over Spring Break freshman year led to late-night calls when he returned to Annapolis and you to College Park. For four years, you lived 35 minutes apart in Maryland, stealing as much time as possible together over the weekends. And after graduation, you had a long conversation about your future.
Jake had been clear from the beginning that he wanted to be a pilot, just as you had been firm about attending medical school. He supported you as you struggled through Organic and Biochemistry and tutored you in Physics. He would try not to laugh as you traced his skin, naming the muscles, bones, and systems as you reviewed for anatomy. Care packages showed up at your apartment when you spent as much time as you could getting clinical hours, volunteering in a research lab, and studying for the MCAT. Jake knew how important getting your CV ready was and tried not to complain too much when your weekends spent together were mainly catching up on chores or sleep.
Senior year, you were offered a spot at Florida State University College of Medicine. Jake had been notified in his junior year that he had been accepted into the flight program.
After graduation, you and Jake packed up your things and drove to Florida together. He had a few weeks until he had to report to Pensacola, just a 3-hour drive down I-10 from where you would be in Tallahassee. The apartment you got was right across the street from the med school, a small one-bedroom, but you knew you wouldn’t spend much time there anyway. It would be a place to eat and sleep, but most of your time would be spent on campus or driving to Jake’s in Pensacola. He would only be there for a few months until transitioning to the next base, and you wanted to spend as much time together as possible. 
Unlike other medical schools, FSU required students to start in the summer to complete the Anatomy course. Over the short term, students would complete a full-body dissection. The smell of formaldehyde became commonplace, and the TAs warned you to wear shoes and scrubs you wouldn’t hate to throw away in August. 
They were right. 
It was a rough transition to med school, but it was manageable. And you loved it. Your professors ensured you treated the cadavers with the utmost respect while gently encouraging competition by announcing a dissection team winning each week. The faculty brought you to a rural community to learn about rural medicine, sharing food and stories with those less fortunate. The physician assistant students joined on the trip, and you learned about an inter-professional day that you’d be expected to participate in later - role-playing a case with MD, PA, pharmacy, and social work students. 
And while you were working toward your dream, Jake was getting closer to his. Nights were spent catching up, and he was so excited to tell you about his flight training. He promised to get his civilian pilot license as soon as possible and rent a plane to take you up in the air. On the rare weekend you didn’t need to spend in the anatomy lab cramming for an exam, you drove to his place late Friday night and headed back to Tally on Sunday morning. 
In August, Jake requested time off to come and see you celebrate finishing your first semester. Seated in the audience, he watched as your faculty member helped you don your first white coat, and you recited the Hippocratic oath. The one-week vacation before Fall term started wasn’t long enough, but you enjoyed waking up in Jake’s bed and going to the beach.  
Joining the military had never been in your future, but the longer you spent around Jake and his friends, the more commissioning in the Navy seemed attractive. A medical officer recruiter spoke at the college, and you signed your paperwork. After spending a few weeks working in a clinic during the summer after the first year, you headed to Rhode Island to complete Officer Training. Jake called you as soon as you graduated, welcoming you into the service with only some light teasing about outranking you. As an Ensign, you would be forced to salute your Lieutenant boyfriend when you saw him. 
It was harder to see each other when he graduated from flight school and was stationed in California, but you managed to get by with phone calls and vacations. Toward the end of your second year, Jake was sent on deployment as you studied for the Step 1 exam - testing your foundational knowledge and one of the most intimidating exams you faced. The school gave you dedicated study time, and you took advantage of his offer to study at his apartment in Lemoore. His buddy, Coyote, met you at the airport and drove you to Jake’s apartment. A bouquet of flowers was sitting on the counter, and you stared at them as you mentally ran through Anki decks to quiz yourself.  
Jake came home the last week you were there. Fully recovered from the 8-hour exam, you greeted him with all the other family members on the flight line. It was the first time you saw him in his jet, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated the sight. But too soon, you had to return to Florida and pack up your apartment in Tally to move to Pensacola for your last two years of medical school. On your last night in Lemoore, Jake took you out dancing and promised he would request leave to visit soon. 
Between your rotations and his shitty schedule as a junior officer, it was hard to see one another. At the end of your third year, you hit a rocky spot and talked about breaking up. But cooler heads prevailed, and you promised to do your best to match into a residency near him. He agreed to try and get orders to be closer to you once you graduated. 
Jake had been your first call on December 15th. Sobbing, you told him you’d join him in San Diego, where he’d been stationed for the last four months. 
The last-minute plane tickets had been expensive, but it had been so worth it to spend Christmas with him, making plans to move your stuff across the country, and finally be together. He’d held your hand as you pulled your name from the NBME Match Database, officially alerting the civilian hospitals you’d interviewed at that you were no longer hoping to match with them. 
So, while your friends waited anxiously to open their envelopes, you felt a sense of calm. In nine short weeks, you would be back in this auditorium wearing your dress whites under your cap and gown. After getting your diploma, your new orders would be published, and you would be promoted to Lieutenant. And after? Jake was scheduled to return from a deployment in a month and requested leave to help you pack up your apartment and start the cross-country road trip. 
Eight years of hard work would culminate in moving in with the man you loved. Who could support you in person as you went through the hell of residency and got used to being a full-time Naval officer. 
The Dean crossed the stage and welcomed everyone. As the clock struck noon, she encouraged everyone to open their envelopes.
Tearing it open, you stared at the words confirming your future - Emergency Medicine, Naval Medical Center San Diego. 
Jake.
Cheers broke out, and you turned to hug your friends as they screamed with happiness or smiled to hide disappointment on not getting their top choice. 
The ceremony began with each regional campus called up to allow the students to announce their match.
You hadn’t planned on going on stage. The trip back to Tally had only been to see your favorite staff members and to support your friends as they found out where they would be moving. They had brought their family members, partners, and kids to share in the moment. You had come alone, preferring your family to go to graduation instead. But your friends dragged you into the line and handed your name card to the smiling staff. 
“Hi,” you said, leaning into the microphone after the Regional Campus Dean introduced you. “I just wanted to say thank you to all of my friends and family. Without you, I wouldn’t have made it through all of this. I matched in Emergency Medicine and will be moving across country to be with my boyfriend, who kept me sane throughout all of this. And I’ll be at Naval Medical Center San Diego
The crowd cheered louder than they had for any of your classmates. Blushing, you lifted your hand and waved, stepping back and quickly walking toward the Campus Dean to shake his hand. But as you neared, he smiled and took a step back.
You froze.
Jake grinned. 
Wearing his dress whites, he quickly strode toward you, pulling you into his arms. “What are you doing here?” you demanded, blinking away tears. 
“Wasn’t gonna miss your Match Day, darlin’,” he replied.
“You’re supposed to be on the carrier!” 
“Might have lied about that.” There wasn’t a trace of regret on his face. “You worked so hard for this, and I wanted to surprise you. My beautiful, smart, adrenaline junky doctor girlfriend.”
“Not yet - won’t be a doctor for another few weeks.” 
“You’ve got it in the bag. But I figured since you’re already trading in a couple of ranks - med student and Ensign…” Taking your left hand, he reached into his pocket and lowered himself to one knee. 
Vaguely, you heard the crowd get louder, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from Jake as he held out a diamond ring. 
“I thought maybe we could change girlfriend to wife. Will you marry me?” 
Unable to speak, you nodded quickly. Jake leapt to his feet and kissed you, smiling against your mouth. 
The next few minutes were a blur. You hugged the Deans while Jake shook their hands, and your parents met you off stage - Jake had called to let them in on his plan. His parents texted him after watching the proposal on the school’s livestream. After promising to meet up after the ceremony, Jake joined you in the student section while your parents returned to their seats. Your friends hugged you, whispering excitedly as you showed them your engagement ring. 
And later, after a celebratory dinner with your family and drinks at the beer garden with your classmates, you tumbled into bed with Jake. You could taste the beer on his tongue as he licked into your mouth, and you grinned when your ring caught the light and shimmered.
“Lieutenant and Lieutenant Seresin,” Jake chuckled, catching your hand and kissing your ring. “Sounds kinda nice.” 
“Mmmm,” you hummed. “My diploma will be issued in two months, Seresin. Then I’m applying for my medical license and getting all my onboarding paperwork done for NMCSD. I might have to go by my last name for a bit… but I kinda like how it sounds with Lieutenant…”
 “It does sound nice,” he agreed. “You sayin’ I’ve got 2 months to get it official, or are you telling me you wanna keep your last name?” 
“Dunno,” you shrugged. “I’ve spent the last four years thinking I’d practice under my own name.”
“How do you feel about hyphenating?” 
Your eyebrows shot up, “You’d be okay with that?” 
“Darlin', you did the hard work, and it’s your name. As long as I can call you Doctor Seresin at home, I don’t care.”
In the middle of May, you stood at attention on stage in your whites, having quickly changed out of your cap and gown. The medical recruiter, a local chief petty officer, had been called onto the stage to publish your orders. Forcing yourself not to smile, you pressed your lips together as he read out your name — your new, hyphenated last name and all. 
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Notes: I used to work in a medical school, and went through three years of working on Match Day. It was one of my favorite events because of the level of excitement. (And yes, we did have a proposal one year.) But it can also be a really hard day - as state above, the number of residency spots is lower than the number of people who graduate. Every year, people go through the SOAP process and don't match. Which means they have to find something to do for a year, and then start the process over again.
Definitely didn't plan on writing this - I think in about an hour? - but I watched a class I worked with Match today and it kicked up a lot of feelings. I had the pleasure of watching young students grow into doctors, and play some small part in that.
As always, thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for encouraging me to write this, and for giving feedback.
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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 months ago
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can you do headcanons for sdv bachelors when their wife is struggling w ppd after giving birth to their kids? tyy!
Sure, thanks for the ask, dear anon! ❤️
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SDV bachelors x Farmer with PPD (Postpartum depression):
In fact, Harvey was prepared for this scenario (though he hoped it wouldn't happen). From the beginning, he had prepared himself in advance for all the possibilities that could occur during Farmer's pregnancy, at the time of birth, and after it all. So when his wife showed the first symptoms, he didn't hesitate to contact a psychiatrist he knows who helps with postpartum depression, and will give Farmer everything she needs to keep her from suffering. Harvey is there for her and will not leave his love alone with the trouble.
Sam started to panic at first because he couldn't understand what had happened to Farmer: what had upset her so much, why was his spouse crying all the time? But luckily he pulled himself together quickly and called his mom. Jodi knew immediately what it was, as she had PPD after Vincent was born, so she explained to Sam how to help Farmer. Luckily, Farmer had a mild form of it, so they both got through it without difficulty. But the young father still ran around Farmer and their baby like a protective hen, because he loves his wife and their kid and doesn't want them to be sad.
Elliott notices the changes in mood , and therefore reacts instantly. The writer immediately encourages Farmer's thoughts about going to the doctor, and he himself does everything so that his wife is not stressed even more: takes care of the newborn baby while the mother sleeps, prepares formula, the first to volunteer to do the work. Most importantly, Elliott doesn't take a step away from Farmer, constantly reminding her that she's a great parent and that it's not her fault she feels like that. They can work through this together, he believes that.
Farmer wad constantly tired, sad, and weak after pregnancy, so Shane took all the work and care of the child on himself, giving his wife a rest. However, seeing that she was not getting better, and even on the contrary, he immediately began to persuade to visit the Harvey's Clinic. The doctor then helped Shane and gave him the number of a good specialist who helped him deal with his depression, Shane is sure that Harvey has contacts and those who will help Farmer. In the meantime - chicken man won't move a step away from Farmer, showing her that he feels her pain too, that he loves her and won't leave her in her darkest moment. Just like Farmer didn't leave Shane back then.
Sebastian at first thought his dearest spouse was just tired. After all, pregnancy was always a stressful experience, especially for the mother. But after Farmer's condition got even worse, Sebby turned to his mom for help, because something is not right. Robin explained that it was PPD, a condition she was in after Sebastian was born and when she had no one around to help (divorcing her abusive ex-husband). Under her advice, the young father fulfilled everything to give Farmer all the support and help he needed.
Farmer, what's wrong? Why is Alex's wife is so upset, or saying that she is a bad mother? That's not true, his wife is a great parent and they had a wonderful baby! So what's wrong? Alex began to panic, deciding that he was already failing Farmer as a husband and their child as a father. Until George barked at his grandson to pull himself together and get help. Grandpa is right, so Alex booked Farmer in to see Dr Harvey for a check-up. The athlete listened carefully about what postpartum depression was, the doctor's insistence on what he should do, and Alex quickly complied with everything, not forgetting to remind Farmer that he loved her and their baby more than anything.
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doctorjackdaw · 5 months ago
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I NEED to hear more about the situation in your last post. Its SOOO SWEET.
EEK!! first of all credit to @knifegoats my boyfriend for creating this world and these characters with me!!! audrey and casey are his characters <3
so my idea of Audrey's medical campus, the Fertility and Genetics Institute, is that all physicians and MDs onsite have the option to volunteer for testing!! testing may include donating genetic material, hosting a zygote or embryo, or even carrying to term in various clinical trials.
dr. kagawa (or jack) is an obgyn / nurse who also assists on surgical teams and takes GREAT gratification in volunteering for full term testing. he's romantically involved with his partner eurus and the two are a pair of GOOBERS
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jack and audrey are the de-facto leaders of the institute; audrey CREATED IT from scratch, founding the collective, and jack became their second in command / best friend / intimate life partner!!
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(they went through an entire first test pregnancy without sleeping together... AND THEN THEY DID FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTERWARDS)
casey is another doctor who works onsite as a gastroenterologist who ALSO loves contributing to testing - though they're far more likely to get someone pregnant the Old Fashioned Way
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and so, for my previous post, i have the lovely audrey and casey having BOTH managed to get jack pregnant <3333 thank u for asking about them these characters are my SOUL!!
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heich0e · 4 months ago
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When Umemiya and Mom get married, do they give Kosuke a little brother or little sister?
i think ume and reader are happy with their family as it is, and feel content not to have any more kids together. kosuke is every bit a son to hajime. he loves him unconditionally, with his entire heart. you have the conversation of course, but both of you are in agreement. you're more than satisfied with what you have. exceedingly grateful for it. you can't imagine anything more.
hajime graduates with his degree and qualifications as a child psychologist, and he starts his career soon after. most of his work is clinical, but outside his normal clinical role he volunteers with the alternative care sector: helping out whenever he can in group homes and family homes—just like, and including, the one he was raised in.
he comes home late one day, almost a decade into your relationship, dishevelled and clearly exhausted. kosuke (13 now, getting taller each day, and going through the phase where he only wants to hide in his room and play video games) has already gone to bed for the night, and you're left curled up on the couch waiting up for your husband's return. when he walks through the door he comes right to you, falling to his knees before you on the living room floor and burying his face against your tummy as he wraps his arms around you and holds tight.
it takes him a moment, pressed up against you with his grip still firm, but he tells you about the two little girls he met through the child guidance centre that afternoon: 4 years old and the other not yet 1, biological sisters, orphaned and facing separation since the youngest requires an infant care facility that isn't able to accept older children. hajime tells you with a strain in his voice how even when the baby gets old enough to transition to a family home, there's no guarantee the two will ever be reunited.
hajime's job is hard—he's seen countless heart-wrenching cases like this over the years, but he always endeavours through it because he knows that's what he has to do to help. you've seen him be others' strength so many times, seen him bear that weight without complaint or waver, but you can see how this time it's eating away at him.
it doesn't happen overnight. there are long, difficult conversations that have to happen: some just between yourself and your husband, and some with your son. there are meetings held in strangely lifeless playrooms in transitional facilities, where you get to know the two girls. meetings where you come to understand why hajime was so wholly taken by them, and come to care for them in just the same way.
and then, however unexpectedly, your family—the one you thought was perfect just the way it was—grows; two little sprouts appearing overnight after a rainstorm, who get to blossom under your care.
you never expected to have another child, let alone two of them, and certainly never expected to be raising another baby—especially not at your age.
you never thought you'd get to see hajime up doing midnight feeds, or diaper changes, or wake up to him dozing beside you in your bed with a teething baby on his bare chest because it was the only way he could get her to sleep. never thought you'd see your husband learn how to braid hair, or play dolls, or paint tiny little toenails.
you never pictured kosuke as a big brother, or anticipated how naturally he would take to it; reading bedtime stories, wiping away tears, and putting pink plasters on scraped knees he then kisses better.
but hikari and himari came home, changed everything, and from that moment on you couldn't imagine your life without them.
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stupidlovergirl · 2 years ago
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In Sickness and In Health
Your sick, and need someone to take care of you
Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor Dev Notes: I am sick, but finally feeling better. To cope w/ it, them taking care of you. I did this in like 20 mins
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Lucifer
Lucifer turns into a mother hen when your sick. He makes you a healthy soup and warm tea during these times.
He also changes and washes your sheets every other day. "You don't want the bacteria to reinfect you"
He just gets so worried since your human
If you feel strong enough to do it, he brings you the work from your classes and gets the lessons plan and teaches you himself. Never has the work from the Devildom made such sense.
Overall, kills it. 9/10 cause you can't out of work if it is something that won't kill you he feels like, and you have to move for sheet changing
Mammon
King of dramatics, acts like your dying when it's just a little cold
Makes you Hell Sauce Noodles cause he doesn't know what other soup to make, and doesn't think to ask or look one up
Does watch movies with you though, cause he isn't afraid of your icky human sickness infecting the Great Mammon
Cuddling is a must. Will cuddle you until you sweat whatever sickness out.
Just in total not the best because he really doesn't know what to make you when your sick, but is pretty great when it's minor since he likes to cuddle and just relax
Overall 7/10. Could improve, but could be a lot worse
Leviathan
Levi is pretty hit or miss when your sick
He tries to take care of you, but Levi can barely take care of himself most days so...
Makes you canned soup and gives you water. Watches anime with you, but you gotta beg like your dying tomorrow to convince him for cuddles.
He also likes that no one pesters him to go outside when he is taking care of you, so he likes that and will volunteer as tribute
He also doesn't go to school in person a lot, so he is also there when it's something small and you need help
overall, 6/10. He just doesn't understand until you break down what you need, and just kinda does the bare minimum. Is good emotional support though
Satan
Satan has studied human sicknesses, so he understands what you'll need. He also is pretty okay cook, so indulge in that
He might study you during this time. Every few hours he asks how your feeling very clinically when all you want to do is sleep
He reads to you, it's very soothing and you like his voice and this is the only reason why you haven't killed him from all the questions
Overall 8/10. He is very sweet, but if he keeps asking all those questions your gonna wring his next
Asmodeus
Right off the bat I'm telling you if you're vomiting, you better not consider Asmo
He loves you, he promises! But those fluids are not cute.
If it isn't to severe, he'll help a little. It might be for his Devilgram though cause he's taking cute photos of himself being your "cute little nurse"
Is primarily their to help those taking care of you..
3/10 overall. He isn't in it for the long haul but you appreciate him getting your medicine and a few glasses of water when no else could.
Beelzebub
He is SO worried about you
Will make you soup, and even manages not to eat it! It took a lot of effort on his part but he'd do anything for you
If you want to snuggle, he is all for it. He holds you so gently, the big teddy bear <3
You could ask for anything and he'd get it for you.
Ugh, probably the best to ask because fluids don't make him upset either (unshakable king)
10/10, always ask for Beel to be the one. He doesn't even force you do your work and makes the best meals. Without all the stupid questions too.
Belphegor
LMAOOO you got sick and asked for Belphie's help? Is the fever making you that delusional?
If he's feeling generous, he'll hand you the water from your bedside, but if it isn't in the room you might as well kiss it goodbye
I'm joking, kinda
Belphie is a sleepy guy, and more than likely will fall asleep when getting you something
If he does return with it, yay! You finally got your meds after 2 hours, but you might as well ask one of the other to get it
He is good for help around the room. Will hold your hair back as your throwing up, and will cuddle. So you got that from him!
Overall a 5/10. He is lazy, and if your barely sick he won't do anything, but if your truly sick he tries a little bit, but prefers to be your cuddle buddy, and get you things around the room
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stxrshxpxd · 1 year ago
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“that’s my girl!” part 6
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pairing: dr house x reader
word count: 1k
prompt: reader thinks she detects concern and affection from house as he tends to a wound of hers
The annual Christmas party at the hospital had lasted until about midnight and now there were only a few of us left. Those few of us, including Wilson and I, had volunteered to help clean up after the party and naturally House had stayed too, only to spend the time laying on the lunch room couch and throwing popcorn at Wilson’s head.
“You know, I wish I could say this was only because he’s drunk,” Wilson said to me with a lighthearted sigh as another piece of popcorn came flying through the air and hit his temple.
“It’s because he’s twelve,” I nodded and tossed a few more cans and bottles into the overfilled trash bag Wilson held out for me.
“Ew! Are you sleeping with a twelve year old?!” House exclaimed and I rolled my eyes on my way to switching my gaze to lay on him. He did look exceptionally good, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his forearms and his belt hugging his hips nicely. He pulled a face of concentration and aimed for Wilson once again.
“Is no one gonna applaud my perfect aim?” he gushed as he managed to make one popcorn stick in Wilson’s hair for a few seconds, until he dug it out.
“I’m gonna go get another trash bag,” he breathed and gave House a partly joking glare before exiting. House’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight and then he stood up and I felt him edging closer to me where I stood facing the kitchen counter.
“Do you want half an apple?” I asked, remembering I had left one from my lunch earlier in the day. I reached for the fridge to my left and as my hand grabbed my apple House’s hands found my waist from behind.
“Sure.”
He gave my neck a couple lazy kisses as I reached for a knife. The late hour of the night and the few drinks I’d had, mixed with House’s lips on my skin, were making me feel a little drowsy and I almost closed my eyes for a moment while I sliced the apple in half. But my serenity was short lived, when a sharp pain suddenly spread from my index finger. I shot my gaze down to find the two apple halves stained with my blood and a rather deep cut in my finger.
“Fuck!” I hissed and spun around, to find House staring down at my hands with concern clearly written all over his face.
“Come on,” he said quickly and didn’t hesitate a second before unrolling his sleeve and pressing his pale fabric between his grip and my pulsating wound, while gently pulling me out of the lunch room. Once my initial shock had settled, I wasn’t particularly fussed, but House was and was obviously trying to hide it. He limped quickly by my side through the quiet hallway and our steps echoed around the nearly empty floor as he guided me into the next empty patient’s room.
“Put pressure on it and keep it elevated,” he ordered, and carefully yet swiftly removed his sleeve and placed me down on the edge of the tall bed before spinning around to rummage one of the cabinets behind.
“Wow, it’s almost as if you went to medical school,” I joked while he searched the open cabinet further, and I watched my feet swing in the air in the dim room as I squeezed my pumping finger hard. I studied the stain of my blood on his loose sleeve as he huffed and puffed about not finding what he was searching for.
“Here,” he mumbled and hobbled back to me with a cotton pad drenched in disinfectant, which he swiped across my still bleeding cut. I looked up at the deep furrow between his brows and his tense jaw as he skillfully wrapped a compression bandage around my finger and then his hand once again gripped it. He seemed strangely distraught by such a small injury. Had a patient come into the clinic with a cut in their finger he definitely would’ve laughed in their face.
“That should stop the bleeding in a minute,” House muttered, still avoiding eye contact with me as he held my hand up above my head. His features were dark from being backlit by the corridor lights where he stood tall in front of me, sighing at my pulsating finger in his hand. I decided to wait out the silence and took my time studying his piercing eyes and scruffy stubble, as well as his one strong forearm that was still exposed.
“Maybe you should go to culinary school,” he joked suddenly in a deep voice, his eyes carefully searching for mine. I chuckled and nodded and he sat down next to me, the quiet returning for another few moments. I propped my elbow up on his broad shoulder and let my taped up wound stay elevated as I glanced at his lowered head.
“You were worried about me,” I said with a smirk as if we were in fifth grade and I was accusing him of having a crush on me. I searched for answers in his facial expression, because I knew his words weren’t going to give me any. He waited a beat and then replied.
“I was just devastated there won’t be any handjobs for a while.”
House looked up as I laughed with a shake of my head, and he responded with a small smile.
“I’ve still got this one,” I mumbled and squeezed his good thigh with my good hand, looking down at his slightly smirking lips, and House closed the gap between us with a kiss.
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Mama peach plz how do i get through med school it's hell 🫠
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Not like I would know anything about this topic but if I had to give you advice I’d say make sure you’re studying without burning out your brain. After a certain point, everything turns to mush. You’re studying to pass tests. If you don’t have clinical experience, start volunteering somewhere, it will go a long way. If you don’t have a solid self care routine, start one. Take care of yourself. Better mental health = better performance.
Anki.
If you’re already in your third year, bon voyage. Prepare to be terrorized. Don’t be a dick. Do not compare yourself to others. Fake it until you make it. Get used to people asking you to step out (the more confident you are, the less this is likely to happen though, so keep that in mind). Be careful who you associate with. Get proper sleep or at least try. The residents don’t give a fuck about you unless there’s a reason to.
Listen to the nurses, they know the patients better than you, and medicine is about people at the end of the day.
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melkyt · 1 year ago
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Modern BG3 Idea
Astarion: Lawyer Intern in a super prestigious law firm, functions on coffee and spite. He has never known sleep and doubts he will ever. Because of this, when research for a big case is thrown his way, he doubles down, gets even more exhausted, and messes up.
Gale: Self-proclaimed scholar that "dropped out" aka kicked out of a quite prestigious college just before completing his degree after a bad time with a Proffesor who was his mentor since he was a kid. Now he is not sure what to do, is depressed and scrambling to get his life together.
Wyll: He is part of a corps that travels the world and helps people anywhere they can. His father wanted him to join the military, and Wyll was well on his way but got involved with some unsavory people and landed in legal trouble. His volunteer work, while something he would anyway, is also the price he pays for a certain youthful indiscretion
Mizora: a lawyer working for Zariel, who runs at least half the city. With high ambitions, she is always looking for a way to get an edge in any way possible as long as it is within the law. Though sometimes the law can be changed in her favor, and she makes full use of it. Always sends Wyll obscure asks and sends him on errands to strengthen her position.
Raphael: the rich kid who does not get along with his family but uses the wealth and pleasure such connections provide to the fullest. He is disatisfied that his father is content to sit back and not get involved in controlling the city. Mephisto is the oldest and most influential party in the city with a net of information brokers that he does nothing with as far as Raphael can see. So Raph breaks away to start his own dealings in the business of information and is quite successful but is still insecure that his success is only because of his father.
Karlach: is an orphan who grew up in the lower city. She got involved with one of the three criminal organizations in the area as that's just what one did. She got close to the leader of one of them until he double crossed her and dumped a lot of his debt onto her. Debt that she is still paying off by playing mercenary and killer to Zariel. It's been a decade, and she is almost out. at least she hopes so.
Halsin runs a clinic in the lower city where he takes in any and all orphans, homeless and people just down on their luck and gives them odd jobs. His place is considered a neutral ground in the chaos of those streets. This started when he saw someone very important to him die, and there was nothing he could do then. So he promised never to let anything like that happen again. It is wildly known that if you need help, Halsin will help regardless of who or what you are within the intricate power struggles of the city. Though the man does have his limits, and nobody is looking forward to finding them. He discovers a plot that would directly affect the sabctuary he has built and take it on himself to discover what's happening.
Kagha takes over. She is an ambitious woman but with not as much vision for good as Halsin. She has for a long time wanted to make the clinic more official and within the lines of the law but that means anybody who is not 100% legal due to being a refugee or any other reason, will have to leave and many of them will die because of her actions.
Zevlor is a veteran who volunteers around the city. He was once part of the same corp as Wyll under Zariel but saw how corrupt it could get and broke away, which destroyed his life. Anyone spurned by Zariel will not have much of a life and be forced on the streets. He regrets that some of his team followed him in the choice. They are hiding out in the city, hoping to bring down Zariel, and all of them can't legally be in the country as they joined from all different places.
Shadowheart just finished studying to be a doctor to set up an operation within the biggest hospital in the city by order of her cult leader. This cult is small in the city but wants to expand, so they have been working on putting their members in positions of power. She has a mission and will let nothing stop her, and her actions while not getting her caught are on someone's radar. Not to mention now that she is in the outside world experiencing how everyone else lives, she is starting to get some doubts.
Lae'zel - She is a soldier who came to the city from the same place as Shadowheart. Her organization fights to prevent cults from starting up and succeeding. This is painted as a noble pursuit. Yet the reason is that their leader wants to wipe out any and all competition. Lae'zel believes in her cause and seeks to root out the conspiracy. So she gets a job as a security guard in the hospital where Shadowheart is working.
Now to the criminal element 😎
Gortash: Weapons dealer for every organization in the city. His public company has defense contracts and a myriad of production dealings that focus on innovation and war. On the other side he provides arms and men for the other two factions.
Orin has only recently taken over as leader of a vast network of assassins and killers for hire after the very unfortunate murder of her sibling. Everyone knows she killed them as she is quite proud of the kill. Under her leadership, the organization is slowly collapsing, and she is scrambling to keep it together before someone turns on her in the same way that she did on the previous lead. Her father, who had supported the organization, turns away as soon as things start collapsing, as he has no interest in failure.
Ketheric is old money that secrety ran the city, was raising his daughter to take over as he tired but she had run away after cracking from the pressure. News eventually reached him that she had died. So he gave up for the most part in everything. This opened the way for Orin and Gortash to rise up and fill the gaps. Before Orin's sibling died, they were angling to take over as Ketheric's successor and were very close. Gortash tried to pick the pieces, but Ketheric hates the young man and does not see him as someone who can lead. Tensions are getting high between the three factions.
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That is the scene for this AU.
Now Astarion as the linchpin to get this whole thing started. The case he fumbles with due to exhaustion is something Raphael's father had set in motion decades ago under the noses of everyone. He was biding his time while everyone fought within the city to use his net to take over. That seemingly falls through and leaves a vaccum in the powerstruggle over the city. This empty space can be filled and give the winning faction power enough to control everything.
Astarion runs away as the information he holds is valuable enough to kill and while he took alot of abuse from the higher ups, he would rather not die. He has nowhere to go but decides the lower city is the easiest place to dissapear so he comes to Halsin's clinic.
Now say the Durge survived the murder attempt by Orin thnks to Halsin and is an amnesiac doing odd jobs around the area. Living their best relaxed life away from the drama of their old life.
They are cleaning up at night in the clinic and Astarion runs into the room in a panic. Assassins/Hunters after him. He is out of breath, clutching the information from the case to his chest.
The Durge acts on instinct, not to protect but to kill. At the end they are standing in the middle of the clinic covered in blood and terrified of the memories that suddenly break through the blood fog.
Astarion just a tad terrified of them but also grateful he found a place to rest for the time being.
The Durge cleans everything up on autopilot, and then they talk. So starts their journey navigating all the factions in the city while trying not to die xd.
(I may write this as my next fic, hehe)
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whack-patty · 2 years ago
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itmeansiris · 1 month ago
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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Coming Clean Gen 1 pt.68
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Kason eventually heads back inside but stops in the living room when he’s met with Rufus and Kiersten concerned faces waiting for him in the kitchen.
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Kason: I'm sorry to have ruined your night.
Kiersten: Kason, tell me you didn't sleep with that girl from the pictures.
Rufus: Kiersten.
Kason visibly deflated, as if the question had been a needle to the last fragile bubble of strength he had desperately tried to cling to.
Kason: It's okay Rufus. No Kiersten I didn't sleep with her. I'm not cheating on my wife.
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Kason: Madison is a girl I met at the Brindleton Pawspital. She's a huge fan of M and part of some huge fan-based book club. She asked if M was doing a Meet and Greet for the release of "Court of the Slumbering Fae". At the time I wasn't sure so we exchanged emails and I promised to let her club know when I had more information.
Rufus: That explains the photo of you in the clinic, but the other one?
Kason sighed, his expression flooded with guilt.
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Kason: That one's a little more complicated
Kiersten: Complicated how?
Kiersten challenged him
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Kason: I..I should get to M.
Kiersten: You live 2 houses down. We watched her leave.
He checks his watch, fidgeting uncomfortable for such a confident man.
Rufus: Quit stallin'. What happened?
Finally he relents. Telling them everything.
Kason: I did have a meeting, but it wasn't for work it was with Madison-
Kieristen cuts him off before he can finish
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Kiersten: KASON!
Rufus: Let him finish love.
He gently soothes his fiery wife. Kason takes that as his queue to continue.
Kason: I met with Madison, her club, and M's agent Takara.
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The atmosphere in the room shifted from tense to total confusion. Kason sighed and heads to the dining room table. Rufus follows and takes the seat closest as Kiersten started a fresh pot of coffee, figuring this could take a while.
Kason: The book club that Madison is in came up with the idea to throw a "Fans award" ceremony for M. They even had an award made.
Rufus: Fans award ceremony?
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Kason: These people are crazy about M. They designed and created a custom award for Mercury and wanted to plan a ceremony to present it to her. They obviously had no real way to pull it off without the proper contacts.
Rufus nods as it started to come together.
Rusuf: You became the contact. You got the agent and the club together so they could work together.
Kason: When they presented the idea I jumped on board immediately. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Kiersten: For what?
She questioned as she served cups of coffee for everyone.
Kason: When I first met M, she was thriving. She was surrounded by her supportive family, loving friends, and her adoring fans. She grew tremendously as a writer like she had a natural talent for capturing or creating her own idea of life on paper. As her career grew so did her confidence, charisma, and her fame. Everyone loved her. She was bold, but kind. Self-assured in who she was and what she wanted no matter how big she got. She never allowed herself to forget the fans. She accepted every interaction, fan mail never went unopened and she’s even dealt with a Stan or two. It never stopped her from donating or volunteering her time to bake sales and beach clean ups. She was what every celebrity should aspire to be.
He paused for a moment attempting to tame his emotions. He failed and dropped his head into his hands. He continued, the unwavering admiration and love evident in his every word.
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Kason: After we got married and she got pregnant, her celebrity life slowed down. She continued to publish books but her life became about being a mother and a wife and she's damn good a both. The kids and I couldn't ask for better. I just wanted to give her one night all about her. Where she could shed her mom title and even the name Gratz and just be Mercury Medley beloved and adored author. A night where people appreciate her for her talents and not because she makes the funniest elephant sounds or because she cooks the best Grilled Cheese. I know she loves our family and would likely say she doesn't miss being directly in the spot light and if it meant giving up time with the family it wasn’t worth doing.
He takes a shaky breath. His voice is unsteady when he speaks again.
Kason: But... I wanted to give her one night... if I could...
Rufus: You need to go.
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Kason: What?
Rufus: You need to tell Mercury what you just told us.
Kiersten: Wait.
Kiersten slides into the chair across from Kason. Her expression was stern.
Kiersten: Did you know she was friends with Paris?
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Kason: No, I had no clue.
This time there was no uncertainty in his voice. There was a dangerous edge to his tone. He quickly tucks his anger back into its box saving it for when he confronted Madison or Paris. Both, if they had been in on this scheme together.
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Rufus: And she never told you?
Kiersten: Do you think Madison knows?
Their questions started to overlap as they grew more anxious to get to the truth. It was the question Kason had dreaded being asked all evening, but he swore he'd have answers by tomorrow. He was owed that much.
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Kason: I don't know, but I'm going to find out.
Rufus nodded, rising from his seat signaling the end of the conversation.
Rufus: First you're going home to talk to your wife.
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Kason jogs the short distance home. He enters quietly avoiding waking up Spirit and all the kids. When he gets upstairs he finds M in their bedroom asleep curled up on her side. He walks over to the bed and sits, settling his weight slowly, careful not to jostle the bed and wake her. He watches the slight rise and fall of her chest. Her wavy black hair framed her honey-brown face. He admired her soft pink lips wishing he could kiss her but his eyes lingered longest on her long dark lashes. He silently prayed she would wake up just so he could feel the familiar alluring tug on his heart he felt whenever he glimpsed her stunning pine-green eyes.
Not having the heart to actually wake her, he settles for resting his hand gently on her arm. The minimal contact brings him a small bit of comfort.
Kason: You are the center of my solar system and I will always be in your orbit.
He gets up as carefully as he'd sat down, glancing at her sleeping form one more time before heading to the downstairs office where he uncomfortably drifts in and out of sleep.
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iamqueenpotato · 2 years ago
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Hurts Like Hell
Azriel x Reader
A/N- I want to thank everyone for all the support with my writing, you guys are amazing ❤️ I wrote this piece based on the song Hurts like hell by Tommee Profitt and Fleurie, well like the first part of it. That being said this is just straight angst. I was in a mood ✨️ Enjoy!
Summary: Y/N and Azriel are mates, but when Azriel begins changing, it doesn't seem that love between them exists anymore.
⚠️: Angsty
Word count: 2.6k
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How can I say this without breaking
How can I say this without taking over
How can I put it down into words
When it's almost too much for my soul alone
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell
Yeah it hurts like hell
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Love was always something you felt you didn’t deserve, your entire life had been shaped around heartbreak, no matter if it was from previous lovers or the family that disowned you. But then you found Azriel and the inner circle, it was then you truly understood the meaning of unconditional love.
You were brought in by Madja, she found you volunteering at the nearby clinic in Velaris, and was impressed by your work and the powers you possessed, claiming you would be a great help to her. After that your life began at the house of wind, constantly on standby at first during the inner circles training, making sure no one ended up with anything more than a minor concussion. Then on call when anyone went on missions.
Cassian was the first one to greet you, his presence was intimidating but then you got to know him and you quickly realized he was just a giant sweetheart, he always knew how to make you laugh. To be fair the entire inner circle intimidated you at first but the more you spent time with them the more you felt at home.
Azriel was always silent around you as if he was trying to understand you like you were some puzzle that needed to be solved. You only talked to him on occasion, when you were healing him or at parties, making small conversation. But then the small talks turned into long conversations and shared secrets. Soon feelings started to bloom within you for the Illyrian male.
Then he got injured, badly.
You and Madja were on rotating shifts taking care of the shadowsinger for weeks. During one of your shifts you were finishing up your nightly check on him, when you placed your hand within his, praying that he would be okay, you didn’t mean to linger but the fear of losing him became too real and when you moved to leave, he held on to you, pulling you on to the bed with him. He thanked you for healing him and begged you to stay. It was rare for a bond to snap at the same time for mates, but as you lay there, you felt that thread. The beautiful life that it was, which intertwined the two of you together.
After that moment you two were attached at the hip, Azriel would pick you up from the clinic with your favorite flowers in hand, you two were so engrossed with each other, at family events you wouldn’t even know what occurred throughout the night since your focus was only on your mate. You two would spend nights together reading by the fire, talking so much that sometimes you would forget to sleep. It was the happiest you had been, but little did you know the happiness would be cut short.
After the Archeron sisters were turned into fae, a lot of things changed around the inner circle, you had nothing against the girls, you liked them, and you found friends within each of them but Azriel began changing, he was either spending a lot of time with Elain or spending nights at the house of wind, then suddenly the bond between you two was seemingly always closed off on his side, when he did come home, he came home late. His focus seemed to be on anyone other than you when you two went out with your family. He hadn’t touched you in what seemed like weeks, you honestly were beginning to forget what it felt like to be held by him. You assumed Azriel had his reasons but you wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t bother you.
It wasn’t until your tenth anniversary came, and you spent the entire day preparing his favorite food, buying his favorite wine, ready to celebrate this love that you cherished so deeply. You knew something was wrong. You waited. And waited. You pulled on the bond, to make sure he was okay but you were met with nothing but coldness.
But then he never came. He forgot. And you were met with a new pain that shattered your heart. You drank the bottle of wine by yourself, threw away the meal you prepared, and spent the rest of the night crying yourself to sleep. But were awoken when you heard him open the front door, you didn’t move, and you didn’t greet him. When he entered your shared bedroom, you smelled it. The sickening sweet floral smell seemed to radiate off of him. He moved to your side to kiss you on the cheek, you didn’t open your eyes, letting him fix the covers on you before he moved into the bathroom to shower. You don’t remember falling asleep but by the time you woke up, Azriel was gone once again. His side of the bed was cold, and empty, as though he never slept there.
You spent most weeks at the clinic, away from the house of wind, you told Madja you missed the work there, and she didn’t question it. Each day you waited for Az to show, to spend time with you, that maybe he would remember you, remember the life you had together, but every day he came home late and left early, and suddenly that feeling of love that you once felt for your mate was dimming, and it started breaking that hope you had for love.
You were sitting by the fire in your townhome one day when there was a knock at the door, you sauntered to it, finding Nesta and Feyre on the other side. You moved to the side to let them in, then sluggishly moved back to your seat by the fire, it was the only thing keeping you warm nowadays.
“Y/N are you doing okay?” Nesta asked, kneeling in front of you. You wanted to be strong, you were tired of shedding so many tears. But the second you looked at Nesta you broke.
Feyre moved next you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong?”
You explained everything to them, how Azriel had pushed you aside, how you haven’t seen him for days, how he had closed off that bond, that once was so cherished by him. You told them about your anniversary, when he came home late smelling like another female. It was hard to say these things out loud, afraid to be called crazy for overreacting about all of this. But both sisters hugged you tightly, apologizing that they didn’t notice something sooner.
“I’ll kick his ass.” Nesta stated, she was angry, and you couldn’t help but feel loved that she was so willingly ready to protect you like that.
“Nesta its okay, can we go out tonight? I need a distraction.”
“Yes, we can do that.”
It was the first time you had gotten dressed up in the last few months, Nesta and Feyre picked out your outfit, high-waisted black jeans, and a strapless dark green top, that exposed your back and opened down right above your navel, they did your makeup. After, they went back to get ready, and when they sent Mor to grab you, you were ready to have a good night, no matter what.
Rita’s was packed per usual, Mor interlocked her arm with yours and brought you to the bar, both of you taking a couple of shots before moving to the dance floor. You were thankful for your friends, and how much they cared. Between the music, the alcohol, and dancing with Mor, Nesta, and Feyre you were happy, you let the music move your body, setting your worries aside for tonight.
After dancing for most of the night, the four of you sat down at your booth, drinking and conversing, and you ended up forgetting why you were even sad in the first place. Rhys showed up, then Cassian, you were over ecstatic to see them, it was weeks since you had spent time with either of them, they both embraced you tightly, Cassian placing a kiss on your cheek. They each sat next to their mates, Mor stuck by you, holding you close. You mentally noted to buy her all the wine she will ever need after tonight. But that coldness that you finally had overcome washed over you again.
You felt him before he even walked in. Your eyes found Azriel walking through the door, but he wasn’t alone. Elain stood in front of him, you avoided his wandering gaze as he gestured her to the booth you all were sitting at. He greeted each one of you, but that’s all you got from your mate, a half-hearted gesture. You ignored how his shadows immediately went to you. They wrapped around your ankles, but he pulled them back. You wanted him to come up to you, to embrace you, you missed him dearly but it seemed he did not feel the same. You moved over, hoping at least he would sit next to you. But he sat on the opposite side of the booth, next to Elain. You acknowledged the looks he was getting from the rest of the inner circle, but he didn't notice a single one. Mor clenched her fist beneath the table, but you placed your shaky hand over hers. You gave her a shy smile, trying your best to hide the pain that you knew was shown so clearly on your face.
You felt so alone, though you were surrounded by everyone that meant so much to you, you felt helpless, broken. You watched as your mate talked with his brothers, his arm gently placed across the back of the booth, his body so close to hers. His gaze never landed on you, only on Elain, he stared at her the way he used to look at you. You didn’t realize you started crying until Rhys stopped talking to look at you. Then everyone else did the same. That was when Azriel finally paid attention to you.
“Y/N.” Mor whispered, but the world around you felt so small, you needed to leave, the room was suffocating you. You stood abruptly, pushing the table in the process, you apologized quietly before you winnowed away, back into the townhome that you couldn’t even call your home anymore.
You wiped your tears away, moving into your bedroom, staring at the emptiness it held. You heard Azriel winnow within the living room, his shadows finding you first, his footsteps rushing into your bedroom soon after. “Y/N what is going on?” He asked.
You didn’t turn to him, he didn’t get to show that he worried about you now. “Now you want to act as if you care?” You spat, venom lacing your voice. You were done being sad, you finally let the anger seep through.
“What are you talking about?” He responded, moving closer to you but you backed away.
You laughed coldly. Typical. "Every day I wondered how I would say this without breaking, how I would put it into words when it's too much for my soul alone, but finally seeing it with my own eyes, to know I wasn’t going crazy, gave me the strength to leave.” You were shocked at yourself for saying these things without faltering but you have waited so long for things to get better, and they never did.
“Wait what do you mean leave, Y/N you can’t leave.” He sounded so broken, but how could you tell if it was the truth?
“Go back to Elain, Azriel.”
“Why would I go to her, you’re my-”
“Mate? It doesn’t seem like it Azriel, months I have spent wondering if you were remaining loyal to me if I remained as a single thought within you. I gave you space, thinking maybe it was a phase, that soon it would pass and I would have my mate again. But that day never came, I stayed up waiting for you every night, and you never showed. I am tired of being your second choice.” Your voice was raised, and Azriel still looked at you as if you were spilling nonsense. “You missed our anniversary and then came home smelling like her. I have forgotten how you feel, how safe I felt when you held me, I miss the nights we would spend talking. But those days seem so distant that even you don’t remember. But then again you haven't been here. You were with Elain.”
“She needed me,” Azriel responded, his fists clenched at his side, and his wings pulled taut behind him. You knew he realized his mistakes, but yet was still making excuses.
“She needed you?” Your voice was harsh, empty. It pained you to have this conversation, to feel as though you had to fight for your mate, for his love. “I needed you Az. My mate. But you have pushed me aside, completely left me in the dust while you occupied yourself with Elain. Because she needed you.” You began to pull a bag from your shared closet. Shoving whatever clothes you could fit. You were tired of fighting for this.
“Wait, Y/N what are you doing?” Azriel moved closer to you, placing a hand over the bag, stopping your movements.
“Move Azriel.” You were stern, he attempted to pull on that bond that he had pushed away for the last few months, but it was your turn to shut him out, maybe then he would understand what it felt like.
“No- no you can’t leave, not like this, tell me we're okay, I-I can’t lose you.” His voice was full of emotion, and tears were falling down his cheeks, but where was he when you spent nights crying?
“No Azriel. We aren’t okay. I loved and loved, with all that I am because I cared so much for you it pained me. But even then it wasn’t enough. I lost you and it hurts like hell.”
“But I’m right here. You haven’t lost me, I am yours.” Azriel was on his knees now, his scarred hands pulling on the bag that was draped over your shoulder, his shadows frantic around the room, you couldn’t look at him, you were afraid that if you did, the wall you built within your mind would break and you would lose the strength that you were relying on.
“Not when you come home, to our shared bed, smelling like another female. Azriel I love you. So much. But I can’t, not when I can’t compete with her.” You found the strength to look at him, keeping your head held high.
Azriels wings sagged behind him, the delicate parts of him he treasured rested lifelessly on his back. “I’m sorry, please I know I made a mistake when I pushed you away, it wasn’t my intention, she isn’t you, you are my love, I would never do that, I never would hurt you.”
You felt the lump in your throat creep up, you needed to leave before your emotions broke through. “But you did. Give me time Azriel. Maybe then I can think all of this over. But until then I can’t be here. Not when I feel like I am alone in all of this.” You took one last look at your mate, the way he seemed so broken, if it was meant to be you two would find your way back to each other. Maybe that love you had dreamed of would reignite.
You moved backward, away from his grip, he looked at you, his hazel eyes glistening with tears. The wall broke as you opened your door, and as hard as it was, as much as it pained you, you pushed yourself through that threshold, leaving Azriel broken and alone within the home you once shared. And it hurt like hell to walk away.
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666writingcafe · 1 year ago
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Quick-Fire Headcanons (10)
Solomon and Barbatos always reference something obscure when they choose their costumes.
Beel get strangely competitive when it comes to carnival/amusement park games.
Levi’s favorite part of any tabletop game is exploring the environment his character is in.
Asmo has been caught numerous times sleeping in class.
Mammon and Asmo both make up elaborate and unique excuses for why they couldn’t make it to a certain event.
Simeon has to pretend he hates tragedies.
Lucifer has to pretend he loves tragedies.
Asmo has a really hard time letting go of the past.
Satan keeps a journal in order to deal with his emotions in a non-destructive way.
As much as he knows he’s going to have to write one eventually, Simeon does not want to publish an autobiography or memoir for his human world alias.
Solomon has been asked to take part in a top secret project that required him to act as a double agent in order to get information on two warring clans in the Devildom.
Lucifer sometimes forgets that Cerberus is far from being a small dog.
Beel wishes he could have a farm in the human world because he thinks he would enjoy the manual labor involved.
Satan wishes he could volunteer or work at an animal clinic or shelter but knows he would get way too attached to the animals in order to do his job properly.
The concept of pets is foreign in the Celestial Realm, so when they are staying in the human world, Luke begs Simeon for an animal companion (but Simeon really isn’t interested in getting one, so he has to find creative ways of letting Luke down easy).
Once he learns about it, Asmo becomes obsessed with astrology and will look at everyone’s horoscopes.
Levi is creeped out by space, whereas Satan is creeped out by what’s in the ocean.
Asmo and Lucifer have been known to camp outside a theater together in order to see the opening performance.
Solomon and Belphie will hit the discount cinemas together to make fun of dumb B-rated movies.
Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo share a love for musicals.
Simeon remains polite during arguments or debates, but that doesn’t mean he won’t utterly destroy his opponent; it just means that he won’t succumb to low blows and name-calling.
Lucifer and Solomon are not always sincere in their apologies (with the exception of MC) but feel like they are necessary in order to continue moving forward and getting work done.
Diavolo and Mammon both like driving with their music on full blast and the windows down.
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leventart-den · 1 year ago
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I guess I'll never shut up here with my zosan ideas.
I was just thinking. They all get injured often but I will talk about Zoro in this case. What if one of these times Zoro injured both of his arms so that he simply cannot use them for a while, they simply do not work. And this happened because he once again exposed himself to the blow that was intended for Sanji. And so Sanji is angry at him for this and to get back at Zoro (and also because he feels guilty as always but we don't talk about it) he volunteers to help Zoro with everything until he is cured.
Zoro, of course, is furious and completely embarrassed. He tries to do everything himself with his teeth and legs, but of course nothing works out for him, so one way or another he gives up and reluctantly begins to accept Sanji's help.
So they settled together in the kitchen, Zoro now sleeps on the couch and Sanji settled on the floor. Sanji turned out to be very caring and attentive, he was also, despite the initial plan of revenge, very professional and clinical in his help. Zoro eventually caught himself not feeling the expected discomfort when Sanji helps him with showers and other personal things (and now Sanji knows that Zoro's hair is naturally green but we don't talk about it).
And so, with his nerves calmed and things slowly turning into familiar ones, Zoro began to pay more attention to Sanji. Most likely because Zoro was simply getting bored without his usual training, yes, that was exactly the reason.
Watching Sanji was like discovering a new person. It was so strange. It's as if he didn't know the guy at all until now. Although, in his defense, he never even tried. And now, sitting and watching the change in his facial expression and posture when Nami looked into the kitchen to ask something, Zoro thought that most likely no one knew “this Sanji.” Shitty cook hides too well.
He hides his fatigue at the end of the day, he hides the trembling in his hands, he hides the fact that he is tormented by nightmares almost every night. He hides that he flinches when someone opens the door suddenly. Zoro often sees how dark the circles are under his eyes in the morning before he goes to the bathroom. Zoro doesn't say anything. Because Sanji doesn't say anything either. It's like they have a tacit agreement. Their personal club for two, beyond which nothing goes. Zoro sometimes wonders if he's making a mistake, though. What if he is afraid of losing this something that has no name and if it turns out that he is missing something important along the way. 
He shakes his head. He thinks too much.
Sanji is now chopping something on the board with his back to Zoro. The swordsman suddenly catches himself thinking how the shitty cook's shirt doesn't tear at the seams, it fits too tightly, he can literally see the movements of his back muscles.
Wait, what?..
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pincushionx · 7 months ago
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Hunter head canons #4
These head canons focus on Hunter home life. They next one will focus on Hunter life in Gravefield in general.
After the finale I imagine Hunter actually staying in the Human realm for bit since things would be pretty chaotic in the demon realm. Especially regarding the Emperors coven. Realistically I can’t imagine many witches or demons happy with the ex Golden Guard, Belos right hand man walking around freely, especially with emotions running high. You know almost being killed then having the collector take over, then almost being killed again.
Just imagine all the legal and ethic issues, (will get to this another time)
Camila basically being Hunter’s mom now. I personally don’t think Darius should be Hunter parental figure. I think Hunter should be with someone who hasn’t harmed him, especially after years of trauma and another major traumatic experience happening to him (looking at you Thanks to them). Hunter can reconnect and be friends with Darius another time. I also think Darius would be more focused fixing the demon realm then accommodate Hunters needs. Right now Hunter needs a guardian that will give him what he needs.
Anyways
Once hunter moves into the Human realm, I imagine Vee staying with him in the basement for a while since he’s afraid of being alone. (Everyone is scared of leaving him alone too). I imagine they develop a close bond with each other, different from how they bond with others, since they are both basically Belos, abused, illegal creations. After awhile they trust him to be alone.
Luz often stays at the demon realm and on those nights, Vee and Hunter swap rooms. Vee liking the basement due to how open it is and Hunter liking to smaller room. I imagine Hunter liking cramped, smaller spaces like closets due to how open the throne room was. Vee liking open spaces due to being forced into cages. Vee probably also constantly keeps doors open and probably showers with the door open too. (Might do some Vee head canons too!)
Mirrors had to be covered for a bit due to Hunter being unable to stand the sight of himself again. They teach him how to love himself again like how he did in “Thanks to them”. Though they do sometimes catch him staring deeply at his scars or brown eyes.
Him a Vee are often spotted hanging out with each other, with Vee often leaning on Hunter. When on the couch she’ll rest on him or lay her head on his lap. In return, during the sleep overs, Vee will curl around Hunter. I imagine Hunter being both a big and little spoon.
Hunter often goes to bed with Camila on bad nights. After all he never received that comfort before in the castle. He’s hesitant at first due to being “too old” to be resting with an adult. Camila insist that no one is to big for their moms. Hunter definitely doesn’t cry at this.
Different bonding stuff with Hunter Noceda :)
We all know that Darius taught Hunter to sew properly and it ended up becoming a hobby of his. Camila sees this a teaches Hunter to knit as well. Soon Hunter is knitting all sorts of things like beanies, sweaters, bags, etc. Hunter learns other crafts like crocheting, embroidery, weaving, ect. That boy is very crafty.
Camila shows that Hunter doesn’t just need to sew cloths but that he can also sew things like stuff animals, clothes for animals, and other neat stuff. He quickly becomes obsessed with making clothes and accessories for Palismen
Hunter starts volunteering at the Vet clinic and animal shelter with Vee and Camila and quickly realizes he has a bit of a affinity with Animals..
Hunter and Vee both like watching TV and bond together that way. They both like horror due to them being a bit desensitized but won’t watch films that focus on torture (saw sequels, hostel,ect) but they do like 90s and 80s horror. However they stoped watching Horror that has to due with possession after the ‘incident.’ They also like comedies though Hunter gets confused by the jokes and Vee has to explain it to him (even if she also doesn’t understand, she tries).
Hunter and Camila bond with 70s and 80s punk rock music. Bands like Green Day, Sex Pistols, Misfits,ect. Luz introduces him to the world of fandom music like FNAF or BATIM and he quickly becomes hooked. Also vocaloid. Vee likes metal and shows him all sorts of genres and songs, from alternative metal like Korn and System of the down to death metal like Cannibal corpse and Carcass. He prefers Punk but will happily listen to the music with her.
Hunter manages to drag Camila back into her Cosmic Frontier addiction.
They all go to cons together! Comic con, Anime con, sci fi con, ect. They do family cosplays!
Luz and Hunter draw together. Luz is surprised to see Hunter can actually sketch pretty good. He isn’t very good with fine details or color but he drew stuff in journals relating to wild magic, flapjack, Belos and battle plans. He good at sketching buildings, beasts, and plants. He can draw witches forms real good but struggles in finer details like faces, clothes, ect. Unlike luz’s character heavy art. While luz draws with pencils, markers, color pencils, and acrylic paints. Hunter is a charcoal, ink, and color pencil and water color type if guy. He draws a lot of animals, especially wolves. He makes to many wolf oc’s. He has folders full of drawings and extensive lore on them. Luz teaches him how to make drawings expressive, in return he teaches her how to draw buildings. They make collaborative art with Hunter doing the backgrounds and Luz adding characters.
Luz gets hunter hooked on Warrior cats and Balto.
Luz and Hunter exercise together. Or at least try to. Luz as she got used to an active life style in the boiling isles and Hunter due to being used to vigorous training. However this oftentimes turned into ‘Hunter basically torturing Luz’ session as he can be intense. Like getting up at 5:30 am and being like “you wanna run 6 miles with me” or “lets do 20 circuits”. Luz at first tries keeping up at first in disbelief before noticing Hunter also tends to overwork himself during these sessions. After a while she and the others convince him he doesn’t need to due all this, especially if it’s hurting him. Soon he starts waking up at 6:20 am and works out in a easier way to maintain. He and Luz are now able to go on comfortable jogs and hikes together.
Luz teaches Hunter and Vee how to ride bikes after realizing neither of them could. Hunter takes his bike safely very seriously.
Camila teaches Hunter to drive and he gets very excited as it’s like flying a ship. The whole family often go on drives together and blast on music.
Hunter becomes a history nerd with both Human history from do research on Gravefield and the Demon realm after him and Lilith discover historical text that Belos hid away. Hunter learns more about the history of Grimwalkers rather then just the biology and myths. (Spoiler alert, it’s not a very happy, will dive into it). He tells Lilith a lot about Human realm history. They slowly become friends through info dumping.
Hunter learning how to cook with Camila. He makes food for his friends and family! He’s decent at first, after all this guy definitely had survival training. He probably knows how to gut and skin certain beasts. Likely offered to do it for Camila when she talked about needing to buy food. She kindly declined his offer.
Hunter loves Camila’s cooking, he never had such homemade meals. He often had MRE’s or fancy cooked meals when attending dinner with Belos sometimes. Those were hit or miss. Sometimes going great or sometimes ending with him being poisoned or abused in some sort of way. When Luz says she wants fast food, Hunter is like “why? Mo- Camilas food is so good”. He loves his mamas cooking
Hunter making stuff animals infused with herbs and flowers (like lavender) and potions for calming effects. He makes them for his family and friends. He even starts selling some in the demon realm when tensions calm down.
That’s if for now lol. Sorry for any spelling or grammar issues I’ll edit this in the future.
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