#why was the doctor acting like he’ll never see her again

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Rtd we need to have a long serious talk about how to end a storyline in a satisfying way because you are terrible at it

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How Steve Harrington Gets a Family

The first time it happened, Steve didn’t remember. He had no idea why Hopper was acting so weird until Joyce took him aside, sighing softly.

“Oh, honey,” she murmurs. “You don’t remember, do you?”

He frowns at her. “Remember what?”

“You called him dad, Steve.”

“I-” he gapes. “What?”

It goes like this.

He’d been hospitalized, after the Russians; he doesn’t know all the details, won’t for years, but Hopper had escaped from the reactor, thrown his weight—and title—around until someone had put Steve in a room, in a bed, gotten an IV into him, run whatever tests doctors run.

He was delirious with the truth serum still in his system and the adrenaline wearing off, groaning in pain and mumbling nonsense.

Hopper had put a hand on his head, said, “I’ve got you, Steve. You’re safe. It’s okay.”

“Dad,” Steve had mumbled, shifting into Hopper’s hand, and promptly passed out.

“Oh,” Steve whispers after Joyce tells him. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, no shit he’s been acting weird, I mean why would he want me as a kid- shit, I need to apologize-” 

“Whoa,” Joyce says seriously, hands on his shoulders. “Slow down, Steve. You know Hopper loves you, right?”

Steve bites his lip on the snark that wants to come out, instead choosing to just blink at her.

“Christ,” Joyce laments, “I’m going back to school, everyone need so much damn therapy.” She takes a breath and looks Steve in the eye. “Hopper loves you, Steve. He’s considered you his kid for a long time now.”

Steve gapes at her. “No he hasn’t!”

Joyce raises a brow. “Uh-huh. And how many parties has he busted, exactly? And how many marks do you have on your record?”

Steve snaps his mouth shut. “Oh, shit,” he whispers, looking up at Joyce. “He- he does? Really?”

“Really,” Joyce confirms, pulling him into a hug.

“Oh,” he mumbles, before letting himself enjoy the hug.

Later, when he’s about to head home, he stops in front of Hopper, glancing nervously over to Joyce, who nods encouragingly. “Can I, uh. Talk to you? For a second?”

Hopper narrows his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “No, nothing! Just-” he sighs, runs a hand through his hair, gestures Hopper out the door and around the side of the house. “So, Joyce and I were talking, right? And I was wondering why you’d been acting weird around me, and I didn’t even remember what I said in the hospital, so Joyce told me, and- and I don’t expect anything from you! At all! And it- how I feel doesn’t have to change anything-”

“Christ,” Hopper says, but he’s smiling. “I think you’re worse at emotions than I am.”

“Well I’ve never had to tell anyone I think of them as more of a father figure than my own father before!” Steve blurts out, then freezes.

Hopper bursts out laughing. “Jesus, kid, do you think before you talk?”

Steve’s not hurt. Really. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at Hopper. “I’ll leave.”

A hand on his wrist stops him. “C’mere, kid,” Hopper says, pulling him into a hug.

Steve stiffens. “What?”

“Boy, you’ve been my kid since the third time I didn’t write you up for one of those damn parties,” he grouses.

Steve relaxes into the hug. “So. If I, uh. Were to, maybe, call you dad again…”

“Just see what I’ll do if you don’t,” Hopper says gruffly, and it’s really not that funny but Steve’s just so relieved that he cracks up anyways.

They pull apart after a minute, and Steve has a giddy grin on his face as he backs up. “Bye, Dad,” he says, before turning and running to his car. Hopper’s laughter follows him.

He’s been close to Dustin for a while now, but still refuses to call his mom Claudia. The most he’ll do is Mrs. H, even though every time she sees him, she tries to get him to call her by her first name.

He can’t do it. He can’t make himself. Maybe it’s the manners instilled in him, maybe he’s just awkward as fuck, who knows. But he chickens out every time.

That’s why, when she answers the door, he smiles. “Hey, Mrs. H.”

“Steve,” she greets him warmly. “Come in, come in. Call me Claudia. Oh, what is this? I told you you don’t have to bring anything!”

“Just some cookies,” he promises her, putting them down where she directs and falling into the hug she gives him.

“Dear,” she asks him later, when they’re sitting at the table with Dustin, “call me Claudia, please?”

Steve can’t look at her; passes the butter Dustin’s silently asking for. “Sorry, Mrs. H.”

“Jesus,” Dustin groans, buttering his roll. “If you can’t even say her name then at least call her mom.”

Steve’s cheeks are on fire. “That’s not exactly up to me, Dust,” he grits out.

“Oh, dear,” Claudia sighs. “I would love for you to call me mom.”

“Then we’d be brothers,” Dustin adds, “which we basically are anyways.”

Steve snorts. “I don’t think that’s exactly how it works,” he tells Dustin, but takes a breath and smiles at Claudia. “Thanks, Mom,” he says quietly. Claudia beams back at him.

“I don’t give a damn!” Claudia yells at the hospital receptionist, who really just looks exceedingly bored.

Steve knows the look of someone who’s grabbing their pepper spray. “Mom?” He calls, wet and wobbly, and Claudia spins around, running to his side.

“Oh, Stevie,” she murmurs, gently cupping his hands. “Oh, goodness, your face- have you gotten looked at? Has someone come to see you? Where’s Dustin?”

Steve opens his mouth to answer and promptly bursts into tears. “He’s f-fine,” he manages. “Ankle. Getting- getting helped. But- Mom-”

She hushes him, pulling him down into a seat next to her. “Let it out, Steve, there you go. Mom’s here, I’ve got you.”

He finally composes himself enough to pull back and look at her. “It’s not good, Mom,” he whispers. “I tried, I really did, and I know CPR but he was losing so much blood-”

“Steve,” she stops him, “I thought you said Dustin was fine?”

“He is, it’s just his ankle, but Eddie, Mom… he’s back there, they’re doing surgery, but he- I felt-” he grabs at his own chest, and somehow Claudia knows what he means. “Oh, dear,” she murmurs, pulling him into another hug. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers into his ear. “You did what you could, you kept him stable until the doctors could do their job, and now it’s their turn, okay? Let them take care of it. They’re gonna do everything they can.”

His eyes well up again. “He didn’t kill anyone, Mom.”

“Oh, I know that, sweetie. It’s okay. I never thought he did.”

“But they do!” He sniffs, wipes at his face. “And what- what if-”

She pulls his attention back to her with a hand on his face. “Did I tell you about the time a known serial killer came in?” She whispers. He shakes his head. “He’d been in an… altercation, with the police. Shots had been fired. We all knew who he was, but when he flatlined on the table, we got his heart beating again.” She grips his hand tightly. “Doctors take an oath, Steve. They’re going to do everything they can. Okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, letting her pull him into another hug.

“Y’wanna tell me about Eddie?”

“You know Eddie.”

“Mhm, from Dusty. I’ve never heard about him from your perspective before.”

“I didn’t really know him before today,” he admits. “I knew of him, in high school, a little bit, but then I graduated and he didn’t and then Dustin started raving about him and… I got jealous.”

“Oh, Steve.” She cards a hand through his hair. “You know Dustin will always love you. You’re brothers.”

Steve sighs. “I know, but… we’re also not. I love you more than I love the woman who birthed me, and I love Dust as much as I’d love any biological sibling I could ever have, but-”

“I know,” Claudia says. “It’s okay, dear. Keep going. Tell me about Eddie.”

“Right. So I got jealous, and then I really didn’t wanna meet him, ‘cause he actually sounded kinda cool and I’m just… me. And I know what you’re gonna say, but you’re biased as my mom.” Claudia just chuckles. “But then I met him, and… he’s really nice, Mom. He really loves the twerps. And he’s, like… kind? And I know nice and kind are synonyms but it’s different. Like he’s just… an inherently good person. That’s kind. Nice you can fake. But you can’t fake kind. Y’know?”

“I know what you mean,” she agrees.

“Okay, good. Well he’s kind. He-” Steve sniffs. “He called me a good dude.”

“Well,” Claudia says, smiling, “you are.”

Steve chuckles wetly. “I am now, maybe, but I wasn’t when we knew each other in high school, and I didn’t really expect him to say anything. And he’s so passionate, Mom, and he’s talented, and he’s selfless, but that backfired because it landed him here-”

Claudia hums, strokes a hand through his hair. “How long have you liked him?” He stiffens. “Oh, please, like I haven’t known this entire time. Honestly, Steve, I’m not an idiot. And I’m not some backwards idiot especially who thinks two boys who love each other are the greatest sin.”

“No, it- Mom, you love Robin, of course you’re fine with it, I just- I didn’t… I didn’t realize.”

“Oh, Stevie,” she sighs, running her hand through his hair again. “When he gets out, are you gonna do something about it?”

“I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Maybe. If- if he even wants to be friends-”

“Okay, now I know you’re talking crazy,” she teases him, grinning.

Just then Hopper walks in, looking around with wide eyes, stopping when he sees Steve. “Dad!” Steve yelps, standing and walking quickly towards him, stopping about three steps in. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, because he knows the way the room is spinning and his vision is going out.

He’s out before he hits the ground.

He wakes up later to find he didn’t hit the ground, actually; Hopper had leapt forward and caught him the second he’d stopped walking and started swaying.

He blinks bleary eyes open and finds himself looking at a ceiling tile. “What-”

“Don’t move,” comes Hopper’s voice from beside him.

He turns his head to frown at him. “Dad? What happened?”

“You passed out. Jumped outta Claudia’s arms like she’d burned you when you saw me. Much as I love you, kid, the parent’s gotta go first this time, ‘kay? No more self-sacrificing bullshit and not getting medical attention when you need it.”

“M’kay,” Steve says. “Sorry, Dad.”

Hopper puts a hand on his head. It’s comforting. “Go to sleep, kid.”

When he wakes up again, he’s more lucid. He looks around, sees Claudia asleep in the chair next to him. Looks on his other side, and his breath catches when he sees Eddie. His eyes are closed, he’s still asleep, but he’s alive.

“Mom,” he whispers, tearing his eyes away from Eddie to look at her. He feels bad, a little, waking her, but only a little because he knows she’d tear him a new one if he didn’t. “Mom.”

She starts awake and tears up when she sees him. “Stevie,” she murmurs, cradling his face with her hand.

“Mom,” he says again. “He’s here.”

Claudia chuckles. “You can thank your father and I for that one. We raised hell.”

“I bet you did,” he says appreciatively.

“And you, young man,” she says, too full of love to really be mean, “next time you tell me when you’ve been half eaten, okay? Or have you forgotten I’m a nurse?”

“Didn’t forget,” he murmurs, nudging her hand with his face. “Just wanted to stay with you.”

“Oh, Steve,” she murmurs. “You beautiful boy.”

He falls asleep again.

He wakes up again later and looks over to see Eddie also awake, and also looking at him. “Eddie,” he breathes.

It’s hard to tell from where he is, but it looks like Eddie’s blushing. “Looks like I’ve got you to thank for saving my life.”

Now Steve’s blushing. “Ah,” he eloquently says. “No, I mean, just- what anyone else would do?”

“Are you asking me?”

Oh, god, is he teasing? Steve barely survived the flirting before, but now there’s nothing else to keep his attention off Eddie, nothing else he can blame the blush on. “…I just didn’t do much,” he belatedly says.

“Bullshit.” He shifts and hisses in pain. “Fuck, those bastards got me good. But that- that’s proof, y’know?”

Steve blinks. He doesn’t know. “What?”

Eddie grins at him. The stitches in his cheek pull, but don’t tear. “That you saved me.”

Abruptly, Steve tears up. He looks away, up at the ceiling, wills the tears to stay inside. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you-”

“No,” he answers quickly. Too quickly. There’s an awkward silence now. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I- I felt your heart stop, okay?” He looks over again, knows the tears are there, knowing they’re leaking into his hairline and across the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t sure the doctors were even gonna try that hard to save you. And now you’re joking with me, and-” he takes a quick breath, holds it. Releases it slowly. “‘M just glad you’re okay,” he finally says.

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly. “I, uh. Didn’t think you really… cared. About me.”

“I think I care more than I should.”

Eddie takes a breath. “I’m about to say something way too brave, and I’m only saying it ‘cause we’re both in hospital beds and I’m assuming you can’t just, like, walk over and punch me.”

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. But, uh. Anyways. I don’t… people don’t care about me. My uncle Wayne does, sure, and the kids, but that’s different, and- well. I’ll take whatever care you wanna give me. It won’t be too much.”

“Okay,” Steve says, “well I definitely don’t want to punch you for that, what the hell, but I hope you know you’re gonna get hugged for that as soon as I figure out how to undo all this shit.” He gestures to the tubes in his arms, and Eddie starts to laugh, then stops just as quickly with a hiss.

“Okay, abs got eaten, no laughing,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Shit, dude, stay in bed, you had like five people in here earlier who all told me specifically to not let you out of bed, though how I’m supposed to do that I dunno.”

Steve blinks over at him. “Five?”

“Well- four, now that I count. Dustin was here with his mom, he’s getting released later but was allowed out of bed for a minute and came to see us. Robin, and she looked angry, are you two, like, okay?”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, she’s just worried.”

“And then Chief Hopper, which- do you wanna explain why the actual Chief of Police was in here?”

“Ah,” Steve says, and blushes again. “He kinda, like… adopted me? Not officially, obviously, but he’s… well, I call him dad, so-”

“And Claudia?”

Steve hums. “‘S my mom. Dust’s my brother.”

Eddie snorts. “Jesus, Harrington, d’you just go around collecting people to call your parents? How many d’you have now, four?”

“Nah, just two. My parents fucked off pretty permanently by the time I was nine. And before that I had nannies when they were gone.”

Eddie blinks at him. “You- wait. Back up. You’ve been alone for the entirety of high school?”

Steve thinks. “I mean, I had Hopper, kinda, but that was before he became Dad, so… I guess?”

“Goddamn,” Eddie whispers wonderingly. “And you’re still sane?”

Steve snorts. “Jury’s out on that one, I mean I do willingly hang out with the twerps, so-”

“Fuck, don’t make me laugh, man.” He sighs. “I get it, though,” he says quietly. “Mom was an angel, but… Dad got to her, y’know? Tore her wings off, rubbed her halo in the dirt. Poured alcohol down her throat until she was dependent on it. And him. And when she-” he shakes his head. “Then it was just Dad, and he got sent away ‘cause apparently his new car wasn’t his, y’know? And I went to live with Wayne at twelve.”

“But now you’ve got Wayne.”

“Mhm.” He smiles a little. “Call ’im pops sometimes, ‘cause he’s my real dad now. Sometimes Wayne, sometimes Uncle Wayne. He doe’n’t care much.”

“What’s it like? Living with him?”

“It’s been a dream, honestly. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, and he’s got patience to rival a saint. Doesn’t care when I play my music loud, or forget to eat, or bring boy—uh, girls—over.”

Steve hums. “There’s still the house in Loch Nora, but I stay with the Hendersons most days. I tend to bring people I meet to Loch Nora, just ‘cause it’s empty, y’know? I mean, Dust’s a little shit, and he’d tease me regardless of who I brought home. Mom wouldn’t care. Hell, she’d probably give me a condom and lube,” he laughs. “And she’s teaching Dustin to be the same way. He’ll get there one day.”

“He’s a twerp,” Eddie agrees. “I didn’t know you, uh-”

“Mhm,” Steve answers. “Robin says I’m like Bowie.”

“Like Bowie- you’re bisexual?”

“That’s the one!” Steve says happily. “I can never remember the name.”

Eddie looks at him wonderingly. “Who are you, Steve Harrington?”

Eventually they get out of the hospital, and eventually they stop circling around each other. Eventually they kiss, and fall asleep on the couch, and make each other breakfast, and do certain things behind closed doors that Steve still can’t think about without blushing.

Eventually they’re outside the Munson’s trailer, working in the garden that Eddie, surprisingly, loved.

“Imma go in,” Steve says eventually. “Get a drink.”

“Alright,” Eddie says, not looking up from where he’s pulling weeds near his tomatoes. “I’ll be here.”

Steve has a bit of a headache already, and he knows drastic temperature changes don’t help. He didn’t think the trailer was that big of a difference, but it’s cool enough he’s got goosebumps breaking out along his arms almost immediately. Then he’s hit with a blast of freezing air when he opens the fridge, and his head begins to throb. “Fuck,” he mutters, shutting the door and grabbing for a glass, hoping the sink water isn’t too cold.

It’s cooler than he’d like, but it’s all he’s got right now, and he knows if he doesn’t hydrate it’s going to end up worse. He chugs two glasses, sets the cup down, and goes to sit at the table, rubbing his eyes.

It gets worse almost without him realizing: one second his relatively fine, the next he’s groaning in pain, trying to block out all the light by laying his head on his forearm.

A hand on his back startles him. “Dee?”

“Wayne,” comes the gruff voice. “Not Eddie. Y’got a migraine?”

“Mhm.”

“Y’take anything for it?”

Steve waves a hand. “Had water.”

Wayne leaves for a minute, comes back and presses two pills into Steve’s hand. A glass of water is placed in front of him.

He takes the pills, squinting, and lays his head back down.

“Nuh-uh,” Wayne says, “up you get, c’mon, you’re sleepin’ this off.” Hands at his shoulders guide him out of his seat, shuffle him slowly down the hall to Eddie’s cool, dark room. Lay him down and pull the blankets over him.

Steve sighs and relaxes into the bed, cracking an eye open to look at Wayne. “Thanks, Pops,” he murmurs, then winces when Wayne freezes. “S’rry. Wayne.”

Wayne pets a hand through Steve’s hair. “Pops works just fine,” he says. “I’ll tell Ed you’re in here.”

“M’kay,” Steve breathes, and lets himself fall asleep.

They’re at Hopper’s cabin, an annual We Saved the World semi-party that usually ends in at least one disagreement.

Eddie’s got most of the kids corralled away in the living room, with promises of an epic one-shot. The adults, Steve, Max, and El are in the kitchen.

He doesn’t know who started it, but someone teases him, and Hopper ruffles his hair with another jab. “Dad,” he complains good-naturedly, laughing.

“Steve?” El asks.

“Yeah?” He looks at her.

“Hopper is your dad.”

Steve glances at Hopper, who’s listening, but making no move to answer. “I mean… not, like, biologically, but yeah.”

“Me too,” El says. “Are you my brother, then?”

Steve flounders. “I- I guess if you want me to be?”

“You’re a good brother to Dustin,” she answers. “I haven’t had any good brothers besides Will, and we are the same age. I would like a good older brother.”

He smiles, tugs her into a hug. “I guess I’m your brother, then.”

She goes willingly. “Does that mean Joyce is your mom too?” She looks up at him, big eyes serious. “She is a good mom.”

“Uh,” Steve says, “that’s kinda up to Joyce.”

“Oh, honey,” Joyce says, because of course everyone had stopped talking the moment El had started. “Why don’t you call me Mama J?”

Steve smiles bashfully, accepting her hug. “Sounds good to me.”

When he tells Eddie later, his boyfriend laughs. “You really do collect parents!”

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Are You With Me? | | Chapter 2

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synopsis: Jake and Y/N sit down for an appointment about Ella's illness. Jake has his reservations about Miles being Ella's doctor.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: medical inaccuracies, childhood cancer, mentions of cheating, physical violence, trauma flashback, fighting, cursing

“How could you do this to us!” The shattering sound of glass filled the air, making everything around them go silent, “You bastard! I loved you! Why did you do this!” 

She couldn’t see the little boy cowered behind the wall. His pajamas pants were soaked as he stood there watching the fight in the kitchen. He clutched his dinosaur blanket in his hands as he watched his mother fall to her knees in a heap of tears. His father just stood there, with his head hung low, guilt aching in his body. 

“Did our vows mean nothing to you?” 

“They mean everything to me,” He whispered out. She snapped her head up to look at him. 

“But you slept with that whore! All this time while I was raising our children you were fucking some other woman!” He looked away from her, not being able to stand seeing the pain in her eyes anymore, “Look at me, George!” 

He turned his head back towards her, “It meant nothing.” 

The woman let out a laugh as she stood up from her knees. She shook her head as her hand curled around another glass mug, “It meant nothing. . . Did this mean nothing!?” She threw the mug again at the wall. The little boy jumped, covering his ears from the sound, “I’m leaving.” 

“What?” George asked, his eyes growing frantic as she quickly moved through the kitchen, grabbing her purse and coat, “No. Jolene, let’s work this out.” 

“I can’t,” She shook her head, going towards the built in desk. She grabbed a stack of blank checks, stuffing them in her purse, “I can’t stand to look at you. I’m leaving.” 

“No, Jolene, lets-” 

“I am done!” Jolene yelled as she opened the door to the garage and slammed it shut. George closed his eyes and hung his head as the familiar sound of her car started up. 

The sound of crying broke George from his stupour. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at the wall where the source of the crying was. He slowly made his way over towards the crying, catching the little boy who stood there with wet pajama pants and his dinosaur blanket, tears running down his cheeks. 

He clenched his jaw, “What are you doing up, Jake?” 

The little boy lifted his head and looked at his father, “I-I need momma. I-I had an accident.”  

George shook his head, and brushed past the boy, “Go to bed.” 

— — — 

TWO YEARS AGO: 

Jake shouldn’t be here. 

In fact, he should be anywhere but here. He never wanted his life to come to this, to be the lowly man sitting at a dumpy bar late at night. But he had nowhere else to go. He couldn’t go to the Hard Deck, Penny would call his wife. And he couldn’t go home to his wife either. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since they lost their baby, and the weeks had been hell. Y/N tried to plaster on a smile and act like everything was fine, but Jake knew that wasn’t true. He knew that when the house went quiet after the kids were at school, she sat in the empty bedroom that would be the nursery and cried. Every time Jake tried to comfort her, she would push him away, not wanting to be touched or coddled. Her newest unhealthy habit was taking pregnancy tests, to see if maybe, just maybe, the doctor got things wrong. 

“Another one?” The bartender asked, looking at Jake’s empty scotch glass. 

“He’ll have another one. And i’ll take the same.” Jake snapped his head towards the sound of a female voice, “I saw you lookin lonely and thought you’d need some company.” 

Jake nodded his head, clenching his jaw as the bartender set two fresh glasses filled with amber liquid. Jake didn’t even look at the girl as he finished his drink in one go. 

“Whoa slow down there, tiger,” She giggled, “Nights just getting started.” 

“Night is over,” Jake grumbled, slamming his glass down. He went to stand up when the female placed her hand on his arm to stop him. 

“I-I shouldn’t have done that but I just don’t… Look,” She sighed, running a hand across her forehead, “I’m coming off of a failed engagement and my friends told me to just get back out there and I-“ 

“Thought I was the right subject to test the theory?” Jake raised an eyebrow and the woman nodded her head, biting her lip, “Well I’m not. I’m married.” 

She frowned, looking at his hand, “I don’t see a ring.” 

“Don’t need to wear one to be married to someone,” Jake pulled his wallet out of his pocket, setting down a couple twenties to cover his tab and leave a hefty tip, “Word of advice, sweetheart, you want to meet a guy? Don’t find him in a bar.” 

“I’m sorry,” She her voice cracked, making Jake stop in his tracks. 

‘I should go home. I should go home.’ Jake thought in his head, as he turned over his shoulder, looking at the girl with tears in her eyes. She was clearly out of her element as she sat in the dark dingy bar, and Jake wasn’t liking the look Earl was giving her. He huffed a sigh, as he turned back towards his barstool. 

“One drink,” Jake ordered. The girl seemed to perk up a bit, wiping her tears and nodding in agreement, “I’m Jake, by the way.” 

“Cassie,” The blonde said, holding out her hand for Jake to shake. 

The conversation flowed easily between Jake and Cassie, and before either one of them knew it, one drink had turned into several. Cassie opened up about her failed engagement to her high school sweetheart who had knocked up her best friend. Cassie talked about growing up in a small town in Oregon, and how she had waited her whole life to get out and explore the world. 

“What about you?” Cassie asked, “I told you about my engagement, my family, my college threesome adventure. . . so what about you? What about your wife?” 

It was like cold water had been poured down Jake’s back at the mention of his wife, “Nothing to tell. Look,” Jake stood up again, “I really need to go this time. I’ll walk you out and call you a cab.” 

Cassie shook her head, “No, it’s okay,” She gave Jake a small smile, “Thanks for listening to me.” 

Jake smiled back at her, “No problem. Good night, Cassie.” 

Jake drove home in silence, the events of the night weighing heavily on his mind. He knew that he shouldn’t have stayed out that long, that he should’ve been home to help Y/N with dinner and putting the kids to bed. But being at home felt like his own personal hell. He could hardly find a place in the house that was quiet with a four year old and a two year old running around. Y/N might’ve liked the noise and the chaos, but Jake was a creature of habit and structure. Not all the time had to be fun and play time. 

When Jake pulled up to the house, he found it unsurprisingly dark. He quickly grabbed his stuff out of his truck, and walked as quietly as he could up the stairs. Jake checked on both of his kids, before going to his shared bedroom. Y/N’s sleeping frame was laid out in the middle of the bed, her face pushed into Jake’s pillow. His heart tugged a bit seeing her in her most vulnerable form. It seemed to be only when Y/N was asleep she was most at peace. 

As if she could sense his presence, Y/N stirred in bed, her eyes fluttering open to adjust to the darkness, “Jake?” 

“Shh,” Jake quieted her as he walked over to the side of the bed, “Sorry to wake you.” 

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N mumbled, turning over to face him, “You’re home late?” 

“Drinks at the Hard Deck,” The lie rolled off his tongue almost too easily. 

“Oh,” Y/N nodded her head, “Are you gonna shower?” Jake nodded his head. Y/N pushed herself up on her elbows looking at her husband, “Can I join you?” 

Jake swallowed, shaking his head, “Not tonight. Go back to bed.” 

Y/N felt her eyes burn with rejection as she laid back down in bed. She couldn’t even remember the last time she and Jake had been intimate. Sex wasn’t a huge part of their relationship, but it was an important part. Jake had never turned her down as much as he had in the past couple of weeks. Y/N had never been the type to worry about Jake and his attractiveness towards her, but now she was starting to grow concerned. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jake placed his hand on her cheek before leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead. 

“Jake,” Y/N called out to him, grabbing his hand before he could walk away, “You still love me, right?” 

Jake scoffed, “Of course I do, sweets. Where did that come from?” 

Y/N shook her head, pushing the tears back from her eyes, “Nothing. I just. . .I just feel a bit-” 

“Well stop it,” Jake said, his eyebrows furrowed, “I love you, alright. You’re the one for me. You always have been, always will be,” Y/N nodded her head, as Jake pressed another kiss to her forehead, “I’m going to shower. Go back to sleep, I’ll be out soon.” 

— — — 

PRESENT: 

“There’s a flower in my lungs?” Ella’s eyes were wide as she stared at Miles. 

It had been two months to the day since Y/N had woken up to Ella coughing up blood. It had six weeks of tests, doctors appointments, needles, tears, and anxiety, all for them to get the result that they didn’t want. Ella sat in the middle of Jake and Y/N, while Miles sat behind his desk and Val protectively in the corner. Jake had his reservations about Miles being one of Ella’s doctors but Y/N and Val assured him that he was the best. There was no one better to oversee Ella’s care but him. 

“How did it get in there?” Ella asked, “What is a lung?” 

Miles softly chuckled, as Y/N shook her head. Ella had been in surprisingly good spirits despite the constant needle pokes and doctor’s visit. She remained her curious self, asking about how the MRI machines worked and what they needed a tube of her blood for. When the appointments were over, Ella went home and played with Alex and Eli until it was dinner. She hadn’t missed a beat, which was refreshing for Y/N and Jake. 

“Your lungs,” Miles said, standing up and walking around his desk. He kneeled in front of Ella, a smile on his face as he talked to her, “Are right here,” He gently poked her sides, making her giggle, “They help you breathe. Remember when you come to the doctor in the middle of the night? And you were having trouble getting air?” Ella nodded her head, a sad look growing on her face, “Well, it’s because this flower is in your lungs, and it’s not supposed to be there.” 

“It’s making me sick?” Ella looked over at her dad. 

Jake nodded his head, putting his arm around her chair, “Yeah, babygirl, it is making you sick. But Doctor Miles here is going to make you all better.” 

“Will it hurt?”  

Miles looked at Y/N and Jake before proceeding, “It won’t be fun. We have to give you some medicine, and do something called surgery to take the flower out.” 

Ella’s bottom lip wobbled as she looked back at Jake, “I don’t want it to hurt.” 

“I know baby,” Jake sighed, picking her up and setting her in his lap. She nuzzled her head into the crook of Jake’s neck, her tears hitting his skin, “It’ll be okay. It’ll only hurt for a little while, and then you’ll feel better.” 

“I don’t want it to hurt at all,” Ella sobbed, “Can’t you leave it in?” 

“No, Ella,” Y/N said, moving to sit next to Jake. She gently ran her hand up and down Ella’s back, “If we leave it in, you will get sicker. And nobody wants you to get sick.” 

Ella cried even harder, fully turning her face into Jake’s shoulder. Y/N closed her eyes, counting to ten in her head. While Ella was running around without a care in the world, Y/N had spent the last two months in tears. As soon as she and Jake put the kids down for bed, and Jake retreated to his new home; the loft above the garage, Y/N broke down in the solace of her bedroom. Her nose was rubbed raw from the constant use of tissues. Her eyes burned from crying. And her body felt weak from the exhaustion of being a mother and trying to wrap her head around Ella’s diagnosis. 

“I promise Ella,” Miles spoke softly, “I will make sure it doesn’t hurt. I will do all that I can.” 

Ella picked her head up from Jake’s chest, her little fist clenched his shirt in her hand, “You promise?” 

“I pinky promise,” Miles held out his pinky. Ella reached her hand out, and wrapped her small pinky around his. 

“Hey Bells,” Val said, pushing off of her corner spot, “How about we go look at the new babies?” 

Ella looked at her dad with wide eyes before she scurried down from his lap and to her aunt. It was moments like these that Y/N was grateful for Val. Her ability to read the room and know just what she needed at what time. Once Ella and Val were out of the room, Y/N couldn’t hold her tears back anymore. 

“I’m sorry,” She sniffled, “I just. . . I’m sorry.” 

“What’s there to be sorry about?” Miles asked, grabbing a box of tissues off his desk. 

Y/N grabbed several tissues and dabbed the tears off her cheeks. She was thankful that today of all days she decided on the waterproof mascara, “For this,” She gestured to herself, “For the tears. My daughter has cancer and I’m the one-” 

“You are allowed to cry,” Miles said, “This is scary and frightening. In fact, if you didn’t cry, I think I’d be concerned.” Y/N chuckled and shook her head, “There’s that smile.” 

Jake clenched his jaw, looking between Miles and his ex-wife. Y/N hadn’t shared all the details on why her and Miles didn’t work out, but it was clear to Jake that something still remained. He knew from Val that Miles was one of the best pediatric doctors on this side of the US, but that didn’t mean Jake trusted him. Jake didn’t trust him when Y/N was dating him, and he still didn’t trust him now that his daughter’s life was in his hands. 

“So,” Miles said, “We are going to get Ella started with her first rounds of chemotherapy. Because she’s a pediatric patient, it is our protocol that we keep them here during the chemo session.” 

“How long will that be?” Jake asked. 

“First session will be eight weeks. Twice a week. This cancer can be highly aggressive and the best way we can get ahead of it, is if we are highly aggressive. Now, I will be the lead doctor on Ella’s case, but we will also collaborate with the lead of Oncology, Doctor Thomas.” 

“He any good?” Y/N rolled her eyes at Jake’s question. Of course any doctor that worked at the UC San Diego had to be the best of the best. 

“She,” Miles corrected, “Is one of the best. I wouldn’t have her on Ella’s team if she wasn’t.” 

Y/N nodded, “Thank you, Miles. I’m gonna go see where Val took my child.” 

“No problem, Y/N. And if you need anything, seriously, don’t hesitate to call me.” Jake tried his hardest to not roll his eyes. The moment the door had shut, Jake straightened in his chair and stared down Miles, “Look, I know I’m not your favorite person.” 

“Not even by far.” 

Miles rolled his eyes, “I am here to make Ella feel better. You and I want to the same end goal, and I can’t do my job if you are constantly against me.” 

Jake scoffed, “Let’s make one thing clear,” He stood from his chair, “I am not your friend. I never have been and never will be. My wfie says you’re the best of the best, so I believe her. You better prove to me that you are the best of the best and make sure my little girl will live a long healthy life. We’ve already lost one baby and we sure as hell aren’t going to lose another one.” 

“I will do everything in my power to make sure Ella lives a long healthy life, Jake,” Miles said sincerely, “It is my promise to you.” 

“Good,” Jake nodded his head, “As long as you do your job and don’t let distractions dictate what you do. . . we won’t have a problem,” Jake flashed Miles his signature smirk, before turning around to face the door, “Have a good day.” 

“By the way,” Miles called out as Jake’s hand reached for the door knob, “She broke up with me because she’s still in love with you.” 

Jake felt his heart beat speed up in his chest as he opened the door and walked out without another word.

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Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 8

Notes: Oh boy oh boy oh boy— Sonic is experiencing his first gay panic.

Summary: Sonic visits Shadow at GUN, and it does NOT go how he expects.

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Sonic hated GUN. They were sketchy and saw the world in black and white while simultaneously working in the gray at all times. They always had ulterior motives and rarely did they line up with Sonic’s own. They were the epitome of ‘at all costs’ in the worst way.

Not to mention they fuckin’ locked him up once for thinking he was Shadow!!

They’re all blind!!

Bottom line, he didn’t trust them. But they have always kept their eye on Sonic. Always wanted him working for them, wanted his power and abilities. To make him into their toy soldier..

Sonic needed his freedom. He hated feeling like he had to answer to anyone other than himself.

He never understood why Shadow would ever choose to work with these people.. especially after what they did to that girl he cared so much about..

Arriving at the GUN headquarters, Sonic was allowed access thanks to Rouge’s security pass and immediately felt all eyes on him.

He followed the bat down the endless halls. The place was so bland, he didn’t know how people survived cooped up in here all the time. It screamed ‘corporate’.

Employees turned to eye him as he waltzed by, the blue blur holding a casual grin with his hands behind his head nonchalantly with his stride. He ignored them, coming off unbothered. But he never once let his guard down.

Rouge led the way straight to an elevator after a moment, scanning her badge once inside and pressing a button labeled with a ‘+’ symbol. He was guessing it was the medical wing. His eyes drifted up as the elevator doors shut, finding a camera in the corner of the ceiling peering down at him. He smirked at it, winking and sticking his tongue out at it, satisfied with his immaturity.

Rouge’s eyes roll and Sonic swears he hears her sigh ‘men’. But hey. She thinks he’s a man. He’ll take it.

The elevator doors open and Sonic is immediately met with the strong scent of antiseptics and medication. His nose scrunches a bit as he tries to adjust to the stench, following Rouge down the hall and letting his arms drop to his sides now as he looks at the endless medical rooms. One wouldn’t even know they were at GUN and not a public hospital if they woke up here.. it looked just like one.

That was unsettling to Sonic for whatever reason..

Just added on to the deceptive streak GUN seemed to have.

That, and he just doesn’t like hospitals in general.

Walking with Rouge, it’s hard to imagine Shadow is in a place like this. Hard to imagine Shadow laying on a medical bed all weak and frail—

Then again, Rouge said he was fine. Just acting funny.

So he shouldn’t be weak or frail at all.

Still, no matter what was going on, Sonic didn’t plan on ever letting Shadow live it down.

Scientists and doctors walk around freely on this floor, all eyeing Sonic as he passes through. It makes his insides twist uneasily a bit.. the idea that some of these people would jump at the chance to cut him open and see what’s pumping inside. What makes the fastest thing alive tick..

His attention is snapped back to Rouge when she stops at a door and turns to him,

“Alright, this is him.”

Sonic looks at the door a moment. Just a plain, wooden door with the number ‘601’ on it.

“Let me go in and make sure he’s awake, then I’ll let you in,” she says simply, Sonic giving a nod at that to show he understands.

Rouge nods in return and then looks to the door before opening it and peeking inside. He can see the side of her face as it slides into a smirk, watching the bat eye who he assumes is Shadow on the inside.

“Hey, Grumps. You feeling any better??”

Sonic’s ears twitch at the familiar gruff ‘Mm’ of confirmation that was none other than the Ultimate Lifeform. What catches him off guard is the immediate, “Has Sonic come yet??” that followed.

Sonic blinks a few times, a brow quirking as he taps his foot impatiently outside the door. Suddenly itching to see Shadow for himself..

“Actually, he’s right here,” Rouge responds, sliding inside the room more to allow Sonic inside. Sonic steps in and lets his emerald eyes fall immediately on ruby ones.

And he’s not at all prepared for what he finds.

Typically when Sonic and Shadow see one another after a long time, Shadow is all moody and annoyingly serious and ready to fight whatever has brought them together. He always looks at Sonic with either reluctant respect with the mutual understanding they’re the only ones who can take on whatever they’re facing, or with absolute disdain that he’s even ran into him.

It’s neither of those this time.

Instead, Sonic finds immediate relief in Shadow’s gaze. He watches the ebony hedgehog’s tense form instantly droop, eyes softening and— most shocking of all— a small smile slowly growing on his lips.

“You’re here,” he breathes, pure solace in his words.

Sonic is a bit dumbfounded for a moment, blinking at Shadow before offering a little grin back and a thumbs up, “Of course I am, heard you needed me.”

Shadow looks a bit skeptical of Sonic’s response, his smile twitching a bit and his eyes showing slight confusion for a moment before he clears his throat and looks to Rouge.

“Thank you for letting him know I was here..,” he sounds so grateful. As if all Rouge had to do was let Sonic know his location, and Sonic came running.

Little does he know, she just about had to beg him.

Rouge just offers a shrug in return, “But of course. Whatever you need.”

She then looks to Sonic, exchanging a glance that held a silent conversation in it.

‘You see?’

‘Yup. I get what you mean now.’

Sonic’s gaze returns to Shadow who is already looking back at him, smiling all soft again and his fingers fidgeting on his lap as if he’s wanting to touch..

Sonic has no idea what to do with that observation.

“You been worried??”

Sonic flinches slightly at that. Looks behind himself. Looks back to Shadow. Points at himself.

“Me??”

An amused hum comes from the ebony hedgehog— closest thing Sonic has ever heard to a laugh from him, mind you— and he tilts his head at Sonic, “Who else??”

“‘Bout what??” Sonic asks cluelessly, seeing Rouge shift her weight and cross her arms out of the corner of his eye.

Shadow’s smile shifts again, a bit more uncomfortable or unsure, “Uh—About me..?”

Sonic purses his lips. Shrugs a bit awkwardly, “I dunno. Not really?? You’ve always been pretty good at takin’ care of yourself, dude.”

Shadow’s smile is gone now, a small frown replacing it as his ears twitch as if they might fold back on his quills.

This doesn’t settle well in the pit of Sonic’s stomach.

“But hey. I’m real glad to see you’re okay, Faker,” Sonic smiles, trying to be a bit more caring.

Which is something he never thought he’d have to be with Shadow but okay.

Shadow doesn’t seem too comforted by this, but his frown lightens ever so slightly, at least. He nods a bit and then looks down at his hands a moment.

Then he looks back to Rouge.

“Now that Sonic is here, can I go??”

Rouge blinks at him.

Sonic does the same.

“Uh.. I—“ Rouge seems unsure how to answer that, looking to Sonic for help, but he just shrugs. She looks back to Shadow, “We’re not holding you hostage here, Shadow.. you know that, right??”

Shadow purses his lips and looks at Sonic with this helpless little look in his eyes, and that’s when Sonic sees it.

That fear Rouge had been talking about.

He’s scared.

Sonic doesn’t know why, nor does he think about it when he rounds the bed to stand near Shadow’s side to place a hand on his shoulder, “We’ll get you out of here in a jiffy, Shads. But maybe we should make sure you’re okay first??”

“They already ran scans,” Shadow replies immediately, his hand moving to rest on top of Sonic’s on his shoulder and—

Woah there buddy are they holding hands???

Whatever Shadow says after that is completely lost to both Rouge and Sonic as they stare with baffled expressions at Sonic and Shadow’s connected hands on his shoulder.

Shadow pauses when he notices this, looking from Sonic to Rouge. Then Sonic again.

“…What??”

“You’re… touching my hand,” Sonic says a bit awkwardly, an uncomfortable smile on his muzzle as he points to their hands with his free one as if Shadow doesn’t see it for himself.

Shadow deadpans.

“…And??”

“It’s just- er… Why???”

“..Why wouldn’t I??…”

Shadow blinks at Sonic.

Sonic blinks back.

Both looking equally confused by this entire interaction.

Rouge is trying not to find all this amusing despite how unsettlingly out of character Shadow is being.

“This.. is an interesting development.”

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Just watched Avatar 1 again Quaritch is sooooo fucking hot like damn

Can you maybe write something about human Quaritch (when you take request from of him in human form) how he fell in love with a scientist fem!so and him just being totally in love and love sick for her

Hope you had a good day ❤️

Honestly I am conflicted about human Quaritch. But here I go. Also I turned this super angsty and I’m not sorry. I might write more on this I just wanted to get something out for you guys I’m going though the backlog of requests. Have a good day anon!❤️

Human Miles Quaritch X Human Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, pining, mentions of injuries. Angst.

I don’t see him being super lovey dovey as a human

However.

Let’s say your the “one” and he hates that he fell for you you were a science ‘nut’. And he would do anything for you.

He’s the “I’ll kill anyone that touches you” kinda guy.

He’s the kinda guy that sees a flower and brings it back to you cus he thinks you’ll make it look pretty.

He’s traditional in some sense. He believes in wooing a women. So he’ll leave you notes.

“Come see me after lights out” and you would. You would sneak out and talk and drink.

More thank once he had you sat on his knee and arm around your waist head turning to look at you once in a while. He would try and convince you to spend the night in his quarters.

His drunken confession would be that “I won’t be making love ta ya yet darlin’ I just wanna hold ya”

You weren’t a doctor. You weren’t trained in medical science. Yet every time he hit injured he turned up at the door of your lab or even your quarters.

Eyes sparking with joy when the door opens to show your angered form. “Again!” It wasn’t a question at this point. You almost think he was doing this on purpose. You just didn’t get why.

He would sit so still when you patched him up. Whether it was a graze or fill gash that required stitches. Even when you have to use a needle to pull the edges of the torn skin together, he doesn’t complain. He sits there legs spread eyes focused on you, a dangerous smirk on his lips. When you were done he would sit up throw you a wink and mumble “thanks sweetheart” walking away.

He would always find reasons to want to be around you. Picking things up when you drop them. Grabbing things when you can’t reach, almost acting as a shadow.

He asks you random questions. Basic stuff but if it isn’t obvious that he should know he will either radio you or find you somewhere.

“How many hours in a day on Pandora again? Never adjusted..” “36 colonel…” “thanks darlin’”

When you disappear into the mountains with Jake and the others he’s restless. He doesn’t like you being so far out of the way. Somewhere where he can’t protect you.

He will try and ask about you in subtle ways. In his replies to Jakes reports he will try to ask how the group as a whole are doing. “Is the group functioning to the east capacity” Jake maybe be a golden retriever boy but he isn’t dense. He will reply to all the important information and then pushing his luck he will add. “(Y/N) is fine”

When he fly’s out the drag you all back to hells gate and Lyle gets a little rough with you… he goes insane.

When his eyes meet yours he stiffens. You were standing behind grace. Arms folded over your chest and a obvious bruise on your cheek. He does his best to keep his composure but when you are all taken to your cell he stops you pulls you to one side.

He traps you between his arms, back flush against the wall. “Who hurt you” “Lyle” you bite back his expression scared you he looked like he was about to explode. “I’ll fucking kill him”

He kept you by him for the rest of the evening his hand resting on the base of your back. Something so subtle and gentle but you don’t know how to feel. You don’t know how you feel. And when Jake and the others break out, you run.

And it breaks his heart. You grab a mask and you bolt for the ship. Knowing he won’t shoot, knowing he will avoid trying to hit you. In hopes it will save your friends. He stands there. Staring at the spot where he lost sight of you.

And he wonders where he went wrong. He waits until it hits him. He never once said the words “I love you”

[sun-stricken]

Gray & Erza Hcs

someone sent in an ask about their friendship and i accidentally deleted it but you know who u are, this is for you

these two have so much angst potential

* Gray purposefully take the route to and from his house that passes the river even though it takes longer, just on the off chance Erza might be there

* She holds so much guilt for sending him into avatar, but everytime she tries to apologize for it the words get stuck and she cant

* Grays probably the only person Erza has ever offered a slice of her cake to, if only bc she knows he doesnt like cake and made it her personally mission to find one he does

* They are so stubborn

* Gray: You’re one of my best friends, I would do anything for you. 
Erza: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. 
Gray: Absolutely not.

* Their friendship is the type where they can sit in silence for hours and be completely comfortable just knowing the other is there

* Erza loves her guild, but if Gray died, if he left fairy tail, she would genuinely consider leaving as well

* her big sister instincts will always kick in the fastest with him

* She has an internal alarm that sounds every time Grays in trouble even if shes no where near him.

* Sometimes she’ll wake up in a cold sweat and text him in a panic asking him whats wrong

* it freaked him out so many times but hes grown so used to it that he’ll message her as soon as smth happens to forstall the panic

* He was her first real friend in fairy tail, so she has a soft spot and a bias of sorts for him, shes more likely to take his sides on things than not

* thats not to say she turns a blind eye to his chronic dumbassery, no she still will fully call him out on his bullshit, but shes more likely to call others out before him

* In turn, Gray is the one who calls her out on her behavior, people will go out of their way to find him just so he can talk to her bc shes less likely to kill him if he calls her out than anyone else

* He called her a hypocrite once and everybody started to mentally plan his funeral, then was in awe since she actually stopped what she was doing and apologized

* He will fight for what she wants even if he doesn’t necessarily agree with it. He is the first to defend her

* Hes also the first to put her in her place, he has never seen her as the great godly ‘Titiana’, he sees her a ‘Erza’, a teenage girl

* And honestly? she probably appreciates thats more than being seen as a sort of invincible god the public sees her as

* Allegedly, their are the two most ‘mature’ and put together people of the team. its a lie. an act. theyre not. not at all. They are so chaotic, especially together. when nobodies around they can be so dumb together and they cause so many problems. but nobody would believe you if you told someone

* They have an insane amount of respect for one another, more than the kind for friends and guild mates

* Gray isn’t actually scared of her, he plays it up for shits n giggles but at the end of the day less scared than he is cautious, he knows she’ll put him in his place but he is by no means scared of her.

* She knows this and its like their own little secret

* They refuse to go to the doctor, therapy, or anything such as that unless the other gets checked out too

* They get each other weapons for their birthdays, each one is better than the last

* They see a lot of themselves in each other, perhaps thats why they are so protective of one another

* Neither of them are the type to fully let down their walls, theyve never really felt truly and completely at ease with any one person. But the closest its ever been has been with each other

* trying to get them to do smth actually good for their health is like getting happy to never eat fish again.

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Idea you know that Crocodile is a trans man theory? Well if hes Lizard's maternal father and her parental father is Doflamingo?

( drunken one night stand)

I mean it would explain why we never hear anything about her mother

So, funny thing about that. I have a whole doc with lore about Lizard and Doll's mothers, I just never shared it because I assumed no one would be interested.

I personally think that Crocodile made the switch shortly after Luffy's birth if that theory is true, so he is Lizard's biological father.

I'll post the information down below. They're just vague notes, nothing super in-depth.

Warnings for descriptions of childbirth, death, and alcoholism

Lizard’s mother - Akila

Starts out as a housekeeper

Very chatty when Crocodile is around; he picks up on how witty and intelligent she is and thinks it’s a waste to just have her working as a maid

He doesn’t involve her in Baroque Works or any other illegal activity, she is purely managing the casino so that Crocodile can handle his other “business ventures”

To this day, the casino has never operated better than when under her care

She was the whole package: charming, charismatic, intelligent, funny the works

Eventually, they started sleeping together in a no-strings-attached agreement

She gets pregnant

Crocodile isn’t necessarily happy about it, but he entertains the idea and keeps his negative feelings to himself; he decides to let this ride out to see how he’ll feel once the baby is here

Fully intends to quietly dispose of them both if he isn’t attached by the time the baby is born

He gets Akila everything she could need and lets her take time off work whenever she needs to without question, but he never goes to the doctor’s appointments or spends any real quality time with her

Akila does have feelings for him, but she can tell that it’s one sided; she stays anyways because she believes it’s in her baby’s best interest

She goes into labor two weeks early, and it is a very hard labor

Crocodile is there for the birth and stays by her side for all 18 hours of it; assuming the crocomom theory is true even he isn’t enough of a monster to let her suffer this alone like he did with Luffy

Plus, since he doesn’t feel anything for her, he figures he might as well play nice before he kills her

The baby is born, but since Akila is in rough shape and desperately needing medical attention, she is shoved into Crocodile’s arms

For the first time, he looks down at his daughter and everything changes; she stares up into his eyes and Crocodile knows that he won’t be able to kill her

While they’re having this bonding moment, Akila suffers a fatal postpartum hemorrhage

The doctors are terrified that they’re about to be murdered for letting the mother of Crocodile’s child die, but to their surprise he is very understanding 

Akila dying of natural causes here makes everything much easier for him after all 

To keep up appearances, he acts like he’s upset about the loss and has an elegant gravesite built in her memory 

Doll’s mother - Kailani

A distiller who specializes in making rum, owns the business herself

A major introvert who focuses on making the booze and leaving her employees to handle customer interactions

Shanks stops at the island to restock their supplies, and naturally that means acquiring an absurd amount of alcohol

The locals point him to Kailani’s distillery, and he places a massive order

The person taking the order decides to go and get Kailani’s approval first, and she comes out to see who the hell would need that much rum

Shanks thinks she is adorable and is smitten, so he lays it on thick with the flirting; Kailani isn’t used to this treatment since she’s a bit of a hermit and is flustered but charmed

One thing leads to another, and they sleep together before he leaves

11 months later, they’re passing by the island again and decide to stop by, both for the booze and because Shanks wouldn’t mind seeing Kailani again

He strolls right into the back of the store without a care in the world only to stop dead in his tracks when he spots Kailani nursing a suspiciously red-haired baby

Doll is two months old and Shanks is obsessed the second he lays eyes on her, he immediately starts talking about her and Kailani joining him on the Red Force

Kailani shoots this down; both because she doesn’t want to leave her home behind and because she doesn’t feel comfortable raising a baby on board a pirate ship

Shanks tries to convince her but she stands her ground; he seems sad but accepting, he asks to spend the night so he can get some quality time with the baby before he leaves again

Kailani agrees because the promise of a full night’s rest is very enticing

As soon as she’s out cold, Shanks packs up some essentials, takes the baby, and leaves in the middle of the night

There is some pushback from his crew who rightfully point out how fucked up this is, but Shanks is the captain so there isn’t much they can do about it

Kailani never fully bounces back from this and develops a severe drinking problem to cope

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Could you tell me more about some of your ocs???? (Only if you’re up for it tho)

I’m always down to gush about my ocs! But I do have a lot of them, especially with the story I'm currently working on, and I don’t always know what to say, so sorry if this is a bit all over the place. This isn’t even everyone, I left out a few like the main antagonist, Irene and a few other side characters for the sake of this not being essay length but yeah. Here are some of the main guys:

(also, unless otherwise specified, they're all welsh)

Simon Huw Taylor, 32, tenant of flat no. 6, he/they, bi and ace (maybe on the aro spectrum, but idk. It’s none of my business).

He’s the main character of my story, Where the Lost Souls Meet. He’s a pretty quiet guy who likes to keep to himself, much to his own detriment. He’s been travelling around all his life, never really interacting with people his own age, leaving him with mediocre socialising skills. He can see ghosts, has been able to since childhood, and is a mortician while doing psychic ghost stuff on the side. His mum could also see ghosts and she also did the ghost business, which is why he and his parents were moving around all the time, basically living in their van/hotels). To honour her, Simon uses her maiden name for ghost work (meaning his name is then Simon Huw Hughes, which I just thought was cute). She died a few years back, his father even earlier, leaving Simon the last of his family line and all alone in the world.

His whole life revolves around death, which isn’t healthy but Simon would rather die than go to therapy and actually address his problems, so it stays that way for a while. He does try to quit smoking though, so that’s something. He is also a liar. Dear god does he love to lie about everything and anything, to everyone. Well, I say loves to lie, he doesn’t really love it. He does it both to keep himself safe and to keep others from worrying about him. Honestly, he’s fine, he’s functional, and he definitely has family who loves him. Just don’t ask to meet his ‘sister’. He also tries to protect people by keeping a certain distance from them, not wanting to hurt them like he’s been hurt because of [REDACTED], which is why he kept moving around even after his mother died. But he desperately wanted top surgery and so stopped in this town with a well-known trans-safe doctor to get it done, and unfortunately for him landed in a manor turned flat filled with people who very much would like to be his friends, please.

He has no hope for the future, no plans, having a fairly pessimistic look on life because of [REDACTED], and is basically just waiting for the day he finally dies. Again, will he do anything about this? Maybe, eventually, at some point.

He doesn’t like / struggles to watch TV and movies, his ideal night involves doing puzzles and maybe a spot of reading, he loves puns and he’s a vegetarian. I love him and his terrible coping mechanism. Go king, communicate absolutely nothing and never let people share your burdens. 

Also, his neighbour dies in front of him during an argument one day, which isn't great, going on to haunt Simon in a distinctly violent fashion, which is the thing he's desperately trying to deal with in the story.

more losers under the cut

Charlie Tops, 35, tenant no. 5, he/him, trans bi+ace. He’s a very sweet guy, very open, with major himbo energy, just without the muscles. He makes the best tea and the worst coffee. He writes kid's books in the vein of Winnie the Pooh / Peter Rabbit, taking over the job after his grandfather passed, now writing them for his own daughter, Lottie. But Lottie’s getting older and losing interest in those types of books, and so he’s losing interest in writing them and having a mild panic over what he’ll do next. He’s kinda obsessed with taxidermies. His flat is quite literally filled with them and no one likes it, nobody wants to be in there, and the vibes are way off (except Will for, who thinks it’s very interesting, actually).

He’s deeply in love with Simon and they have a thing. An unexplained, deeply intimate thing that neither talk about, mostly because Simon can’t communicate for shit (which he feels deeply guilty about, and he keeps telling himself that he’ll break it off but can never quite work up to it), and Charlie’s worried if he asks, Simon will end it. He really struggles with Simon’s whole silent martyr ordeal even outside their thing because even if he doesn’t know the extent to which Simon is trying to hide his problems, he knows there is something being hidden, but again, is worried about pushing too hard and losing him completely. It’s messy, but they’ll work through it. 

He can’t see ghosts but does know about them, unlike the other Woodward tenants, and feels a bit left out /awkward about the whole thing. He had an amicable divorce from his wife Irene after he realised he was ace, she realised she was aro, and that they were both trans, the two staying friends and her staying on as the illustrator for his books. And as I mentioned earlier, he does have a daughter, Lottie.

William Isaiah Beaton, 30, tenant no. 7, he/him, gay, English. An archivist for the local museum who moves into the manor in chapter one, and comes off as a tough, rude ex-vet.  And that is true, to a certain extent. He is rude, and an ex-vet. But he wasn’t in the army for long, he got mowed down by a car on base like, two weeks after arriving, leaving him with a permanent injury to his leg. He feels he failed to live up to his father’s expectations, and in shame, never told the truth to his father about having to leave the forces. Will has… a lot of complicated feelings about that, and his relationship with his father, and his relationship with his religion. He works some of that last one out with help from Penny.

It’s a bit of a spoiler, but whatever- he can see ghosts. He doesn’t realise that’s what’s happening though and instead is fully convinced he’s just losing his mind, and that crash did irreparable damage to his head. Nah though, just ghosts. Has a guilty love of werewolf media and cake, and cares a lot about bugs and plants (he even ends up taking Simon’s plants off him, because Simon kills every plant he owns, without question). He has limited zero social skills and finds big groups overwhelming, but nevertheless, he will be dragged into this friendship group (if Penny has any say in it, at least). He came to Hangar for a reason, though he doesn’t say why.

He also definitely fancies Simon and has no idea how to handle that. It’s the first time he’s fancied a man (or at least, a man-adjecent person) who isn’t straight, and that coupled with the fatc Simon actually seems to like him is just a lot for him to process. The two of them bond over their shared loved of history / interest in the history of the manor.

I should make it clear: this isn’t a love triangle, this is poly thing.

The ghouls:

Florence Blossom (left), 40, and Gwenllian Baker (right), 42. Both were performers in a small acting trope who died in 1941 (though not at the same time or in the same way, funnily enough) in the manor Simon lives in. They love each other very much.

Florence is a bit judgy, loves a good moan, and is very anxious about everything and everyone, always. Her anxiety tends to make her come off as a bit snappy. She can control the lights.

Gwen is a bit vacant, with her head absolutely in the clouds at all times. She struggles a bit with empathy and reading the room, leading her to be mindlessly cruel sometimes. She never means it though and genuinely cares about Simon and Florence, and will look after them both in her own weird ways. she can lock, unlock, close and open doors

Now back to the living:

Agatha Jeorme, 55, tenant  no. 1. She’s kinda like if an angsty teen was stuck in the body of a middle-aged woman, and we love her for that. She’s the daughter of the landlord and hates it. If she had any other skills / if her father had helped her get a better opportunity elsewhere like he did with her brothers, she would have jumped on it. But instead, he gave her the job of looking after Woodward. She hates him, deeply. She often shovels off small jobs onto Simon because she knows he won’t say no, and is having an affair with the next-door neighbour’s wife. I kind of made her sound like a bastard, and she is kinda, but a fun one I hope, and she does learn to be less of a bastard as the story goes on. 

Gwynfor Geraint Jones, 34, tenant no. 2, he/she, bigender, aroace. Just a chill guy who loves rock music and slasher movies. She’s in a QPR with Adam, them being the first two to move into Woodward. this isn't entirely related to his character, but he's called gwynfor geraint after two twins i went to primary school with. their names always stuck in my head, in so i thought i'd put them to good use.

Adam Diana Keats, 36 tenant tenant, no.3, she/her, aroace trans woman, Scottish. She’s a librarian with a love of reading, especially poetry, and a bit pushy, a bit bossy, but ultimately well-meaning. She’ll drag Simon out of his room but with the intent to encourage him to mingle and hang out with the Woodward crew, you know. She hates Will on sight. There’s more I could say, but that would be spoilers. also, despite her dark academic vibes, she does love a good animal print

Penny Sion Seagrove, 29, no.4, she/her, lesbian. A tired, friendly gardener who would love it if everyone would get along and be friendly. She sometimes sticks her nose in places she shouldn’t to figure out people’s beef with each other (cough, Adam and Will, cough) to see if she can find a way to squash it for them, which doesn’t usually work. She tries anyway. She’s Catholic, shares Simon’s love of puns, and is dating Alice.

Alice Rhodri Blackwood, 30, she/her, trans lesbian. She lives in town with her best mate Mickey. She’s a loud, cheery, extroverted goth with an interest in witchcraft who can also see ghosts. She has slightly different opinions about ghosts and how they work from Simon, but she’s still his go-to when he’s having ghost issues. 

Mickey Dolores Palmer, 29, she/her, English (Yorkshire). Idk what her deal is, and she just is, you know. A very nervous, clumsy, mousy person who works at the local museum. She tends to jump to conclusions and is not a fan of ghosts. Unfortunately, she can also see ghosts, so that’s not great for her. She's doing her best.

god i wrote way too much for this, sorry asdfghj. but uh, also, i did a voice claim video for some of these losers, if you're interested. also,t hank you so much for asking. i do love talking about these idiots

[teecupangel]

Another Yew Branch offset Idea - Desmond reborn as Federico/Claudia.

So this would have a similar premise to Little Sparrow. Let’s start with what they both have in common:

Well, Desmond’s going to try and keep the timeline the same as usual… at the start

He’ll soon start to fuck shit up because he comes to love the Auditores like his own family and he can’t… watching Ezio growing up, growing up with Ezio… seeing the smiles and innocence he’d soon lose… he can’t do it. He can’t let Ezio suffer through that tragedy again. He can’t let his family suffer

Soooo… remember how Desmond had to suffer through the pain of replacing Petruccio in Little Sparrow? How he believed he has done something truly horrible and he had taken somebody else’s place? That’s what’s going to happen here. Not only that but he would feel that he’s always less than Federico or Claudia had been.

He’ll definitely be more rebellious in this scenario but his rebellious streak would appear differently depending on who he has been reborn as.

And he'll be a complete mama's boy/girl regardless because Maria Auditore is just awesome (and has a less complicated relationship with Desmond)

What if Desmond has been reborn as Federico?

In this scenario, Desmond would dote on his younger siblings, especially Ezio.

Everyone would see that Ezio is his favorite and Ezio would be proud of it.

Desmond would also feel more ‘at peace’ with dying in Federico’s place in this one.

But, at the same time, his love for this family would be the one to finally get him to break away from what is supposed to happen.

He will definitely break away a bit later, maybe two years before the day the Auditores are meant to be executed.

In this scenario, Desmond would definitely show his displeasure over Giovanni’s loyalty to Lorenzo and it will be a source of conflict between them. Giovanni tells Desmond that he will understand when he grows older why allying with the Medici is the right thing to do for the Assassins. Desmond knows that it makes them complicit and blind to the Medici’s own shortcomings.

This is also a branch where Desmond has a high chance of just going off script and taking down the Templars before they can make trouble. Perhaps not all of them but definitely the ones in Firenze.

Desmond would be going against Giovanni’s orders more often than not because of their conflicting loyalty (Giovanni to Lorenzo and in keeping Firenze safe and stable, Desmond just going for the kills without thinking about what would happen if he kills influential and powerful people)

Whether they end up repairing their relationship as father or son really depends on Giovanni’s priorities because the whole Medici thing is something Desmond isn’t willing to compromise on. Not when it compromises their family.

What if Desmond has been reborn as Claudia?

This one is more complicated.

For one, Desmond wouldn’t necessarily act like how a noblewoman would act.

This includes joining Federico and Ezio with their shenanigans.

There would be rumors of how unwomanly she is and she would be called ‘Messere Claude’ behind her back as some kind of derogatory petname.

This being Desmond, she ignores it.

But her brother won’t and they’ll get into fights because of it.

Desmond will also be close with Petruccio since they’re close in age and she and Petruccio spend a lot of time indoors because Desmond doesn’t have any friends thanks to his ‘peculiarities’.

Desmond also likes to wear Ezio’s clothes and the only thing stopping her from actually cutting her hair is Maria’s love for her hair.

Giovanni wouldn’t train her even though he knows that Desmond is the most skilled of his children. He’s still hoping she would ‘calm down’ and find better hobbies.

Oh and Duccio? He spread a rumor that he had sex with Desmond but Desmond beat the crap out of him so bad the doctors fear he will never have children ever.

Desmond is like… the black sheep of the Florence nobility but she’s also one of the most entertaining topics, that’s for sure. A lot of young men and women definitely have a crush on her.

Desmond’s the reason why the Auditores wouldn’t be captured although they would need to leave Firenze.

Giovanni wanted her, Maria, and Petruccio to go to Spain where they will be safer but Desmond was like “fuck that” and demanded she be an Assassin.

Giovanni, seeing her skills and the look in her eyes that just screams ‘if you say no, I’m going to do something you’re gonna fucking regret’, finally relents.

However…

Giovanni has Ezio and Federico keep an eye on her just to be safe.

In this case, AC2 and Brotherhood’s plot becomes a three-man job for the Auditore children.

And Petruccio takes care of the books back in Monteriggioni XD

[only-one-brain-cell]

Ok so the thing with Criminal Minds is as we all know they drop a storyline almost immediately after it’s introduced. They specifically do this with Spencer, let’s start at the beginning.

From episode 1 we know little about him other then he’s smart and that theme continues until the end of the season when it’s revealed that his mother is in some sort of sanitarium when he tries to call her. Even then Spencer tries to hide his mother’s mental illness from Penelope who is in the room with him, her schizophrenia isn’t revealed until the second half of the finale thus the only Spencer storyline they actually keep but during that time there’s no mention of his father.

William isn’t even mentioned until Revelations when Spencer gets drugged, is rendered unconscious then starts to have flashbacks of his parents arguing and his dad leaving. That is the thing we know about his father for many seasons. Cue to Memoriam where Willam and Spencer reunite which isn’t the greatest reunion considering Spencer tries to frame his own father for murder. Although in Spencer’s defence (yes I’m defending Spencer for this hush) he hasn’t seen his dad in years so it’s almost like he’s meeting his father all over again, Willam is almost a stranger in Spencer’s eyes Diana didn’t talk about Willam when he left and Spencer is trusting his instincts which says Willam did some shady shit. After the case is solved Wilma is never seen again he’s only brought up I think three times twice by Diana and once by Spencer “there are plenty of ways sons rebel against their fathers.”

“I just keep getting PHDS.” ☺️ so that entire part of Spencer’s life is just never brought up again, there’s no conversation between Willam and Spencer where Spencer gets to finally ask why did he leave them? Why did he leave Spencer with Diana who was clearly not able to take care of herself much less a child. He kinda did it in Memoriam but it didn’t feel like Spencer got closure to me he never got to have a actual conversation with his father which didn’t involve murder which honestly could circle back to them not having a close relationship when Spencer was a child so he wouldn’t even know what to say to Willam so Willam is just never seen again.

Circling back to the Spencer getting drugged storyline which is famously known for being dropped one episode after it happened then it was only brought up twice in the spam of 13 seasons. Now word on the internet is that Mathew was uncomfortable with the storyline which he had every right to but the fact that while it was happening while Spencer was struggling Hotch and Gideon were just like he’s fine! He’ll be fine! They act like they have microphones chipped to themselves so if they even uttered a word to Spencer even after work because I get it drugs and government work don’t mix Staruss would come bursting through the office.

Which by the way they freely talked about HER alcohol addiction and they tried to help HER. Yes dilaudid and alchool are two completely different things but she was section chief. If the Director found out she would be fired immediately so of course Hotch helps her even after she tried to get him fired (?????) multiple times (????) and Rossi had a thing for her I think??? So why help her but not Spencer who already feels like he’s all alone. Also his addiction wasn’t his choice, Spencer was tied to a chair and injected with dilaudid oh and he was tortured for two days but Hotch and Gideon just decided to never talk about it.

The next major event is well… Maeve now up to this point Spencer is starting to get migraines and he is starting to worry (well more then usual) that he’s starting to display signs of schizophrenia so he goes to see several doctors and none of them really have a answer until Maeve. Maeve who is getting stalked so she’s afraid to even leave her house so she and Spencer only communicate via pay phone for months and because nothing in Spencer’s life can be normal they start to fall in love, and while I find this INCREDIBLY romantic because he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE!!

Maeve was and this is the hill I will die on, his soulmate. Maeve understood Spencer in a way that no one else did, not only did she listen to his ramblings but she also supported his interests and they even shared mutual interests which for Spencer was like a breath of fresh air because he has no one he can talk to about his interests. Sure he has Emily and Penelope but for some reason the show has a running “joke” (it’s not a joke it was never funny) where every time Spencer starts rambling the team just is like UGHHH 🙄 and they tease him about it like ??? So yeah none of that with Maeve, thankfully.

After her death Spencer is obviously struggling with it and the team stops by to help clean up his place. After that he brings a picture of her to Penelope’s Halloween party where they are honouring those who died. After that she’s never brought up again until the finale besides Cat but only to further torment Spencer. This women would and could have been Spencer’s wife and the mother of his children but in typical Criminal Minds fashion Spencer isn’t allowed happiness in any capacity.

Now I’m not going to bring up every time Spencer was held captive and then the next episode he’s at work acting like everything is fine because that would make this even longer then it is but as a whole that’s also on the list.

Now Cat, who honestly could have been my favourite UnSub if it wasn’t for the whole Mexico situation including kidnapping Diana, lying to Spencer and trying to sabotage his relationship. They have a whole cat(hehe) and moose situation about who can outsmart the other. Spencer is the only one to ever outsmart her so obviously she craves payback, she’s board everyone up until this point has been too easy for her. Finally a worthy opponent and Cat will do whatever it takes to get back at Spencer. Spencer who has equally not been properly challenged, intelligently anyways. Again if it wasn’t for the assault, the stress of not knowing if his mom is alive or not and not knowing if his girlfriends family is alive or not he might have actually had a good time because Spencer does his best work under pressure so he would love the challenge under different circumstances.

Now the one of the most tragic and traumatic moments in Spencer’s life: the prison arc! I have so much to say about the aftermath of Spencer in prison and how it affected him mentally.The fact that other then one moment with Luke no one asks how he’s doing or feeling? How it feels to get back to his normal life again? To sleep in his bed and not have bars in his room? To eat whatever and whenever he wants, to essentially have his freedom back again after having it taken away FOR SOMETHING HE DIDN’T EVEN DO! Yeah his time in prison changed him. Not only does he look more depressed but he’s stated behaving differently and by differently I mean more violently.

Up until this moment Spencer is in out eyes a pure bloorb who has only killed when he has had to and that’s been very rare. He’s never threatened anyone even when his life was at stake but the minute Scrach went after Emily it was different “the second I see his face I am going to kill him.” -from Wheels Up. “After what he did to you, if I had found him I would have killed him, and…… I would have slept well.” -To a Better Place. Also the time he “went a little Cell. Block D” on a guy who touched Tara. Plus his little violent outbursts where he threw a book against a wall when he deducted something in 60 minutes “in what should have taken 60 seconds.” Of course when went completely ape shit after talking to Cat (understandably so.)

His marksmanship also improved, before he was barely passing his gun qualifications but after prison he got a perfect score. It could have been years of being in the BAU that he just progressively got better or it could be all the time he spent at the shooting range after Emily “died” OR it could be him no longer being scared of taking someone’s life after seeing what he did in prison. Before he only shot someone because he had too and afterwards I’m sure he still felt bad but prison destroyed that part of him. Now I’m not saying Spencer enjoys killing people but I think he has less remorse now knowing that it’s for the greater good and it’s either him or the UnSub.

Spencer Reid has gone through a lot and never got to experience a normal life, he truly deserves it and happiness. Thank you for coming to my super long TEDTalk

[dangerousnbeautiful]

You’re Beautiful

Pairing : Jim Hopper x Plus Sized! Female! Reader

Summary : The reader body shames herself during a workout sessions with Hopper, and he hears her. Hearing her talk about herself like that makes him snap, and he decides to teach her a lesson. No one talks about his best friend like that; even her.

Warnings : Mentions of Illness, Daddy Kink, Choking, Spanking, Biting, Praise Kink, Katoptronophilia, and Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Before You Tap It Guys).

“Why am I wasting my time here? No matter what I do I never lose any weight. I might as well accept the fact that I’m meant to be fat.” She spoke softly to herself as she continued to cycle. It had been Hopper’s idea to come to the gym to get a little exercise since she had gotten out of the hospital her doctor had been pressuring her to lose some weight so her illness wouldn’t be as big of a threat to her as it is currently. She had thought that she spoke quietly enough for him not to hear her, but she was wrong. “What was that baby girl?” He asked peering over at her and she halted. “Nothing.”

She looked over at him and he was staring at her intently as his anger began to surface. “Don’t lie to me. I heard what you said, princess. You know I don’t like it when you body shame yourself, and now of all times is not a good time to test me. We are doing this to make sure you don’t end up in the hospital again, and whether you think it is or not, it’s helping. Now don’t let me hear you say anything bad about yourself again or I promise I’ll prove to you just how wrong you are.” He said, his voice getting deeper with every sentence until it sounded like he was a demon warning her that she was about to burn in hellfire if she didn’t listen. Her brain told her to just nod and go back to completing her exercise regiment, but her heart had other plans. She glared at him, “You don’t own me Jim. I’m allowed to express however I feel, and you can’t make me do otherwise.”

That was her mistake. He storms over to her and grabs her by the throat, choking her so hard the impact causes her heart to start thudding in her throat. “If you’re going to act like a naughty little girl, then I’m going to punish you like one.” She doesn’t have time to retort a response before he flips her onto her stomach and props her ass in the air, his other hand still firmly around her throat, “Time for Daddy to teach you a lesson baby.” He said, his voice going dark again, before he spanks her ass hard. Her face flushes hot in shock, and she tries to get his hand off of her throat. He spanks her again, “Bad girl.” He snarled, and she groaned wondering what he’d do next. He spanks her again, and this striker has her inner muscles tightening. Her back arches at impact.

‘If he continues, I’ll be a panting, gasping mess.’ She bites her lower lip so hard that it hurts. She had never wanted someone inside of her as much as she wanted him. She hated him for it, and she hated herself too. She was perfectly positioned under him to feel his erection, and it only made her want him more. ‘He surely knows I can feel it, but he just continues to punish me. The only difference is now I’m smiling. Not because I think he’ll stop, but because I don’t want him to.’ Hopper pulls his shorts off and out of the corner of your eye you can see his cock in the mirror-paneled wall. It was huge, thick, and it made her want him between her legs. Then he pulls her shorts down and smirks, “Damn,” Jim says. Then before she can realize what’s happening he lifts her up and rests her back against the wall as he pushes his cock all the way inside of her; making her let out a lust-filled carnal moan.

“Fuck,” he rasped against her neck before sinking his canines into her skin making her moan yet again, “look in the mirror baby girl. I want you to watch me fucking your tight little pussy.” He said as he pulled back smirking at her as her eyes looked into the mirror and widened as she took in the whole sight that was before her. He starts thrusting into her fast and hard making her wetter every time he thrusted deep into her. “Tell me you’re beautiful,” Hopper orders. His lips against her ear in such a way that he speaks she can feel the vibrations. “Say it.” He said, his voice getting deeper yet again. “You’re beautiful.” She said as a smirk began to plaster across her face until it was stopped by a moan that was caused by him gripping her neck again. “Naughty little brat. You know what I meant. Now, say it correctly this time.” She whimpered and complied, “I’m beautiful.” He kisses her firmly on the neck and then proceeds to thrust into her making sure she returns her gaze back to the mirror. She moans as Jim slaps her ass again before ripping her sports bra off allowing her chest to fall out and start bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Her juices starts to drip down her thighs as he continues to thrust into her mercilessly, never wavering, and she whines as she feels him start to get sloppy. “Say it again, princess.” He groans into her ear, and she moans, “I’m beautiful.” With that and a few more thrusts he was cumming into her tight little pussy; triggering her to cum again. He pulled out after he finished and laid her down on the floor. “Have you learned your lesson baby girl?” He asked as his eyes seemed to glow. “Yes, Daddy.” She said back with a nod. “I promise I will always love me for me no matter what, and I will stop doubting myself because I am beautiful just the way I am. I love you Daddy.” She said having learned her lesson. “I love you too baby girl.” He replied softly.

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[leftmysoulbythesideoftheroad]

hi! i’m drunk, and i love one piece so much. here’s everything i love about the straw hats (that i can think of right now):

luffy is so incredibly loyal. once he decides you’re worth something, he’ll never change his mind, no matter what. even when nami stole everything he owned (except his hat) and told his crew she wanted nothing to do with them, he didn’t care. she was his friend, his crew, his nakama. he loves her, and he fought for her without even knowing why. that’s what gets me the most; he had no idea why she wanted arlong dead. he didn’t know why law wanted doflamingo dead or why robin was on the run. it didn’t matter. he loved them, and he fought for them. he put his hat, his treasure, on nami’s head and fought for her without knowing why.

zoro is strong but not just physically or even mentally. he doesn’t show it as openly as luffy, but he loves his crew. he made luffy promise that they wouldn’t get in the way of each other’s dreams, but he would gladly die for any member of the crew, even sanji. remember when he took luffy’s pain on thriller bark and refused to let sanji get in the way? zoro is luffy’s first mate, his right hand man. he understands his captain better than anyone else on the crew, and there is nothing more important to zoro than his principles. he doesn’t like to show it, but the crew means everything to him.

usopp is brave. my dad told me when i was a kid that bravery isn’t having no fear, it’s doing what you need to do despite your fear. usopp is braver than the monster trio in this way; he’s so afraid all the time, yet he keeps going. he fights and he lies and he protects his crewmates, and the whole time he’s shaking in fear, but he does it. his dream is to be a brave warrior of the sea, but he doesn’t realize that he already is one. he has been since he lied to those kids on syrup and decided to fight kuro to protect his village and kaya. he’s so, so brave, and he doesn’t even know it.

sanji is so kind. i’m so inspired by his belief in one simple thing: no one should ever have to starve. it doesn’t matter if he hates them, if he wishes they were dead, anything. all that matters is that they’re hungry. now that we know his backstory, we can see why he treats women and men so differently. everything is exaggerated in one piece, but as someone with an abusive father and a loving mother, i feel like i understand him so well. i too have treated women as better than me in my life because of my own trauma. i get it. i love him. out of all the strawhats, sanji is my favorite.

nami. where do i even begin with nami? i remember clearly the first time i watched one piece and how i cried a little at different flashbacks. but when it came to nami’s, i sobbed. i felt like a child who needed his mother, i felt my own heart break, i felt an overwhelming need to hold her and keep her safe. the way she acted at punk hazard, her inability to turn away from desperate children and her soft spot for female marines, made me fall in love with her all over again. nami acts selfish and uncaring, but she is so full of love that she can’t hide it. she reminds me of my own sister, the eldest who had the worst childhood out of my siblings. that strength born of trauma, that protectiveness for those younger than her, that adoration of loving parental figures. i just love her.

chopper is so determined to be good enough that he’ll turn himself into a monster just to make himself useful. sweet, innocent, loving chopper. his mentor/father was so brave and wonderful, so caring, and chopper learned everything from him. even doctorine was caring at her core, and chopper soaked it all up like the world’s most adorable sponge. he’s so cute. he’s beyond brave. his reaction to what was happening to those kids at punk hazard was so real and raw. he’s what a doctor should be—a bleeding heart, kind and caring to a fault. plus his “SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR” running joke is so funny to me.

robin. again, where do i start? she’s so kind and friendly at heart. in a way, she can be very childish in how she thinks. cute. but she’s also dark, and i think she would have been that way even if ohara had survived. nothing will ever hurt me the way “I WANT TO LIVE” hurt me. whether watching it or reading it, i cry like a baby. all she ever wanted was a family, a home, and she found one when the strawhats declared war on the government to save her. she didn’t believe she was worthy of that love, but it didn’t matter because they loved her all the same. she betrayed and killed people to survive, and i respect her so much for coming through all of that with kindness still in her heart.

franky is a bit of a wild card to me. i hated him in the beginning, and it took me a while to get over what he did to usopp. but there’s something profound in what he went through for tom. he was ready to die, should have died to save his father, and he has no prejudice in his heart. i fully believe, out of all of the strawhats, franky would the most accepting of a queer bro. i also just love that he’s meant to be american and he’s pretty accurate lmao

brooke is another one that i don’t know how to describe. he’s been through so much grief, so much pain, and he uses his own misfortune to make his loved ones laugh. think about it. his “skull jokes” wouldn’t be possible if he wasn’t a skeleton, and he wouldn’t be a skeleton without the horrific events that led up to it. he turns his pain into humor to lighten the spirits of the those around him. there’s a strength in him that goes ignored too often. the man isn’t entirely sane, and i wouldn’t expect him to be. but he’s so full of love and joy, a true example of someone coming through trauma with love and kindness, making the best of a horrible situation.

i don’t know jinbei well enough to describe him, but i do know that he’s loyal and strong and extremely principled. he’s similar to nami and sanji in that way; there are lines he will not cross, but he knows how to make hard decisions for the good of the people he loves. out of all them, he seems the least “pirate” to me, in that i think he would be happier not being one at all if only the circumstances were different for fishmen. that’s all i can really say about him as someone who hasn’t finished wano (meaning maybe we get more characterization in chapters i haven’t read yet).

anyway, i love one piece and i love the strawhats, so here’s this.

[ridiasfangirlings]

pre-reconciliation saruhiko finds out misaki got into some freak accident and is unconscious in hospital. he's trying not to act like he cares, but also he finds himself thinking about what would happen if misaki suddenly dies because of this, like his whole world that he built so meticulously just shatters because he can't be a part of a world whose owner died in. as he's standing at misaki's bed (definitely just to make sure that no one interferes with the ivs and all the machinery tied up to misaki, definitely not because he cares or anything) he just finds himself feeling this onslaught of tears, and he really doesn't want to cry, but a stray tear falls onto misaki's still hand anyway

I imagine Fushimi trying to keep up the denial as long as possible but then at the same time seeing Yata lying there motionless in a hospital bed really is affecting him. Maybe this wasn’t even a Homra thing, like Yata gets hurt in a freak accident that even his powers aren’t strong enough to protect him from. He ends up in the hospital in a coma and of course this is a big thing for Homra, imagine them all clustered in the hospital super worried, not knowing if Yata’s going to be okay. Kusanagi reaches out to Awashima to have her tell Fushimi, feeling that he needs to know especially if Yata never recovers. When Awashima tells Fushimi that Yata Misaki is in the hospital and may not recover Fushimi initially just freezes, eyes wide, and then he clicks his tongue as if shaking something off and complains at her for even telling him, why should he care what happens to members of Homra. Awashima’s still trying to be gentle, telling him that Kusanagi said he would be welcome to visit, but Fushimi rebuffs her and claims he has no interest at all.

Despite that later that evening Fushimi slips into Yata’s hospital room, keeping to the shadows and the windows where no one can see him (and even so outside the room Anna stirs and sits up, Mikoto puts a hand on her head and tells her it’s fine and she nods, and they make sure no one else goes in). Fushimi tells himself that he just wanted to see how pathetic Misaki looked in a hospital bed but seeing Yata here hooked up to all these machines, skin uncharacteristically pale, not moving, all that energy Fushimi’s long associated with him just totally gone, Yata suddenly gone small and fragile in front of him….Fushimi finds that his hands are shaking and they won’t stop. He calls Yata an idiot, like you have all this power and you nearly get killed by a freak accident, what an idiot, a real moron, scratching at his burn as his voice gets more and more ragged, like he’s trying to get Yata to wake up and yell back at him.

Yata doesn’t move and Fushimi’s legs suddenly won’t hold him anymore, sinking to his knees next to Yata’s bed and shaking him slightly like hey Misaki wake up already, say something. He’s still trying so hard to hold onto the fiction but it’s all coming crashing around him now, that if Yata dies that world he’s tried so hard to cling to really will shatter, destroyed even beyond what Fushimi’s always tried to do, beyond even the reach of hatred. There’s this yawning darkness in his mind, the creeping realization that if Yata’s gone there’s really no going back, that he really will have lost everything and he won’t ever see it again, Yata’s smile or Yata’s anger, and Fushimi feels this choking in his throat. He tries to swallow it all down because there’s no way he’ll cry, he’s far past being a weak person who cries when he loses something — but he can’t hold it all back and a tear falls onto Yata’s hand. Suddenly the machines go wild and Fushimi darts out of sight as the doctors come running in, and before he slips out of the room Fushimi sees Yata’s eyes sluggishly begin to open. 

[citrusfield]

“yeah, you’re right. i’d never brag about my intellect — in fact, i’m almost embarrassed when someone mentions it — but with how he acted, you would think i never shut up about it.” it’s impressive how easily hayes is able to read their ex like a book based on what little information they’ve already shared about him. it’s like he’d been a fly on the wall for the entire duration of the relationship, listening in on every little nitpick at how she spends her time and each jab at her intelligence, watching every impatient roll of the eyes and pointed glare thrown her way. the truth is, riley’s ex didn’t have a supportive bone in his body and much preferred to spend his time trying to convince her that she would never be able to get to where she is today rather than be the person she could lean on during the stress of studying and getting through med school. if they were still with him now, they might’ve buckled under the pressure months ago. god knows he wouldn’t have bothered to comfort her after this first patient loss, especially not by taking her out to dinner and ensuring she knew that no matter what she believed, it wasn’t her fault. with a quiet sigh, they let some of restlessness drain out of their muscles and spare hayes a small smile. “i guess it’s a shame i’ve never dated anyone with your mindset, isn’t it?” imagine the self-confidence they might have if they’d been with someone a little more like him instead.

“ah, that explains why you’re so good at this whole comforting thing then… i feel like you can see right through me sometimes. it’s fine though, it's only a little disconcerting.” that could be due to both his obvious skill and also the fact that they aren’t necessarily the best at hiding how they’re feeling. when they’re upset or anxious about something, it’s written all over their face; brow furrowed, lips downturned. it’s no wonder he caught sight of them back at the hospital and immediately knew they weren’t doing well. “i’m medicated, so i am trying to get better.” she doesn’t mention the fact that working as a doctor means she often forgets to take those meds on time while she’s busy dealing with everyone else’s health above her own, but she really does try her best. she knows she won’t be able to help anybody if she lets herself down first. “i think bringing in a professional is a good idea though. i’m not making any promises myself, but i’m sure there are plenty of staff who would benefit from it being so accessible.” and who knows? maybe one day, she’ll be brave enough to make use of it. it’s not that she doesn’t believe in therapy; she most definitely does and wouldn’t hesitate to encourage patients to give it a shot if she feels they may need it, but if riley herself can barely comprehend why she feels the way she does, how can she string enough words together to get them to understand it for her?

at the first brush of skin, their gaze falls to his hand that now rests atop their own and they try to ignore the odd feeling it stirs within them. it’s been a long day filled with heightened emotion and she can’t trust anything her mind conjures up when it’s running on so few hours of sleep. after a good nap, maybe she can revisit this whole interaction again and spend a few hours untangling its web. “i know i still have a lot to learn. believe me, i’d be the very first to admit to that. some days are good, and then with most others, it feels like i don’t know anything and i’ve gotten in way over my head. i don’t see this as a competition. i want to do well, obviously, and i want to help people, but i would never take any of it for granted.” letting their ego get to their head is never a thing he’ll have to worry about when it comes to riley. hell, she’s not sure she even has an ego to begin with. “oh, do you really hold my opinion in such high regard? i had no idea,” she teases, knowing full well he’s only being polite. that’s all this really is, after all; someone taking the time to make sure a member of their staff has their head in the game and won’t topple over and crumble at the next wave of panic. he has a hospital to run. he can’t afford one of his doctors to not be utterly laser focused. “you know, you're starting to sound like your sister.” there’s a hint of amusement in her voice, thinking back on all the times jenny would try to coerce them into heading out for a drink somewhere after a particularly long shift. “i wouldn’t say i isolate myself, it’s not like i lock myself away and refuse to speak to anybody. i just have a small circle of friends that i really trust and i’m not an extrovert by any means. i definitely don’t get energy from being surrounded by a bunch of people. it’s overwhelming.” she can manage an hour, maybe two tops, before parties and gatherings start to sound like a wall of noise rattling around her skull. she doesn’t intentionally try to be a downer.

“i have no doubt that you’ve got a lot on your plate, far more than one person should, and if i’m honest, i think i’m now more concerned for you than you are for me.” when does he even find time to sleep? surely nobody could handle all of those responsibilities alone without eventually breaking under the pressure. riley definitely couldn’t. “but — and forgive me if this is too forward — i think it’s foolish to let that get in the way of the rest of your life. it’s not so much the timing that’s wrong, it’s more the mindset. if anything, the fact that you have so much going on in your work life should be more of an incentive to pursue other things too. you’ve got to practise what you preach, sir, and don’t get me wrong, you’ve done well so far, but it sounds an awful lot like you’re on your own path to burning out at some point. maybe you need someone else around to help shoulder some of that. i suppose that doesn’t necessarily have to be romantic if that’s not what you want, but… someone you trust, at least. who really cares for you. someone who can make sure you’re not always bringing your work home, so you don’t have to be doctor hayes all the time, with everyone looking to you for answers and you can just be… you. whoever that is.” her head shakes then, followed by a quiet laugh at their own expense. “then again, you didn’t ask for my opinion and you definitely don’t have to listen to me… sorry.” if he wanted real advice, they doubt he would come to a resident to hear it, but it had spilled out without much thought and there’s no taking it back now. at the very least, he’ll know that it all came from a good place. he may be her boss, but that doesn’t mean she can’t care about his well-being.

nodding along with every reason he gives for not pursuing the potential crush, it's slowly getting more and more difficult to argue with him… but not impossible. “that makes sense, but the fact that you’re so concerned about all of that sort proves that you’re not like any of those disgusting men who hold employee’s jobs over their heads if they don’t do what they ask.” leaning forward, there’s a mischievous smile dancing on riley’s lips and they hope he doesn’t mind if she lets the curiosity take over for a minute. “just hear me out. you can’t talk to them about it without worrying that you’re abusing your position, i get that, but what if the person you like came and asked you out? would you still say no? it’s not like you can’t keep it a secret from everyone else if you wanted to — i know of a bunch of residents that have hooked up with each other by now.” a wince briefly crosses her face because yeah, maybe she shouldn’t have said that part, but then she’s soldiering on. “point is, tinder is horrid and i’d rather you had a chance with someone you’re into than ever go back to one of those apps again. it’s not like the two of you would be doing anything scandalous in the hospital itself and if you keep it private, nobody would know any difference. well… i would know something was going on, i suppose, but i promise i can keep a secret.” alright, the likelihood of any of this happening is basically slim to none, but she will admit to having a little bit of fun painting a picture in her head. it's a nice change from the overthinking she's been doing tonight.

when riley is on the job, despite knowing it happens from time to time with superiors, she doesn’t consider who might be watching or taking notes about their approach with patients. if she focused all her energy on trying to make things look good to an outsider, she’d be so caught up that there’s no way she’d be as attentive as she usually is and that would come at the detriment of the patient. so, when hayes begins to sing their praises about the way they connect with others — something that requires a different technique with each and every person she deals with in a day — they can’t stop their cheeks from flushing red. he has such a shocking amount of faith in her that if it was appropriate to give him a hug, she would’ve thrown herself across the table by now. “i will, i’ll… i’ll think about it. thank you for even considering me at all. i guess i didn’t realise how closely you’ve been paying attention to me, but i really do appreciate it... your support means a lot to me.”

"Because you've told me enough about him. I may not know him, Riley, but I have come across enough men like him. Men who are secure in their masculinity, who know their worth, they'll seek out a partner who's worthy of them, a partner who also knows their own worth, and finds them worthy. They'll respect each other, both inside, and outside of the relationship. But when men who are insecure get into a relationship, they'll try to impose that insecurity on their partner, like your ex." Hayes explained with a shrug of his shoulders, leaning back in his seat as he flipped through the menu. "This idea that men are superior, that they need to be better at everything, that societal pressure drives their insecurity. Consider this, Riley. You're incredibly smart. You're smarter than the average person, as a matter of fact, and there are several tests that confirm that. A man who is secure in his masculinity, he would not be threatened by your intelligence. But an insecure man, like your ex, he will be. So, what does he do? He'll try to find a way to make himself feel better by constantly nitpicking, and criticizing everything you do. Find one small mistake, and blow it up, use it against you, let you know that you're not any better than him. But this isn't just true in your case. Every time a woman shows an insecure man that she is smart, confident, capable... better, he'll wait for the moment she slips up, and when she does, he'll make sure to let her know that she's not as smart, or capable... to the point where she'll start questioning herself, even internalize it. It happens to a lot of women. Hell, I even have a friend who went through something similar. The truth is, Riley, you are way out of his league. But every time you showed him that you were, his insecurity made him want to prove otherwise, to make himself feel better. In order to stroke his own ego, he made you feel smaller. But you're not." From what he can tell, it seemed as though Riley had internalized it too. Not that he considered that to be a flaw, but he hoped to help her overcome her insecurities.

"Needless to say, I also learned all of that from the articles I read. Psychiatry was kind of my back-up plan, in case surgery didn't work out." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he closed the menu, and set it down. With a concerned expression plastered on his face upon hearing her confess to having constant anxiety, Hayes looked up to meet Riley's gaze. "Have you considered seeking professional help? I know that mental health wasn't such a big deal back when you were a kid, but the times have changed. As a matter of fact, I'm currently in the process of assigning an in-house psychotherapist for the hospital. I figured that the staff could all benefit from having access to free mental health services, not that it's not covered. But when I spoke to some of the residents about what else we can do to improve their mental health, they brought up the fact that this job requires them to be at the hospital at all times. They can't leave the hospital whenever they wanted to, even if it was to go to therapy. I thought that was bullshit, pardon my language, so I said... fine, if you can't get yourselves to therapy, I'll bring the therapist to you." Getting the board to approve that had been a hassle in itself, but that's besides the point. "You don't have to make use of this service. But if you ever feel like you need to get some help, you have the option to." A small, reassuring smile crept upon his lips as he reached across the table, placing his hand on top of theirs, the professional boundaries be damned. "There is no such thing as caring too much. It's called being passionate. The fact that you care as much as you do is what makes you... you. It's who you are, and who you'll always be. I'd say embrace it, but don't let it consume you to the point where you underestimate your own abilities. You are good at what you do, but the only way you can be better than good, in order for you to improve, you have to admit to yourself that you still have a lot to learn. Life is not a race, Riley. But even if it was, just because you've managed to get ahead of everyone else who began this race with you, it doesn't mean that you've already made it to the finish line. You still have a long way to go."

"I never seek praise for what I do, but thank you." Hayes offered them a wider smile as he withdrew his hand. "It means a lot coming from you, but I also have a long way to go." Why did their opinion mean so much to him? He had no clue. But knowing that someone did believe in him while most people in his life had been waiting for him to fail was rather refreshing. After all, not many people had considered the changes he had been making at the hospital as positive. But that did not stop Hayes from wanting to bring forth those changes anyways. While he might not be able to make everyone happy, he would still be able to make the right people happy. That he was quite certain of. "Maybe?" He remarked, a cheeky grin plastered across his face before he let out a rather hearty laugh. "I'm just stating the obvious, Riley. This job is emotionally taxing. Everyday, we deal with people during what could possibly be the worst day of their lives, and we do this day in, and day out. That's a lot for anyone to deal with. You shouldn't isolate yourself when things get hard, so you might as well surround yourself with people when things are going well. There's nothing wrong with that." Perhaps that was why he had felt the need to bring Riley out to dinner that evening, especially after hearing what had happened.

"No, it's not that I don't have confidence in my love life. The timing just isn't right." As of right now, the hospital was taking up all of his time. But even if it wasn't, it was not like he would ever consider crossing a line with a resident. He had considered waiting, but that would take years anyways. Either way, he did not need to meet anyone, or settle down, no matter how many of his friends bullied him for it. He was too busy. "Hey, easy for you to say. You're just a resident physician. Your hours might be long, but all you have to do is whatever your Chief Resident tells you to do... which is see patients. I, on the other hand, have an entire hospital to run... when I'm not performing surgeries, that is. Not only did I choose a surgical specialty where one procedure takes at least half of my day, but when I'm not in the OR, I'm also overseeing my regenerative medicine lab, where I'm no longer the primary researcher, since I don't have the time to do any of my research since inheriting this hospital. This means I have to deal with bi-weekly board meetings where a group of old men who've never gone to medical school, or treated a patient in their lives tell me how we should be doing things, after which I have to explain to them why we can't. Then there are the monthly budget meetings, where I need to figure out how to allocate the funding in a way that makes everyone happy, which is nearly impossible. Then I have to go back to the board, present the budget, and get it approved. Between all of this, I have to charm potential donors, treat VIP patients in return for donations, and God forbid the nurses try to go on strike. I have to be the one to negotiate with the union, and find the money to cover their demands. I've also been overseeing the residency program, as you already know. Not to mention the fact that I'm the first point of contact when there's any sort of crisis at the hospital. Let me tell you, this is why I hate my father." He explained, letting out another laugh before he shook his head. "It's much harder for me to take my own advice, Riley. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't find some work-life balance." Maybe Hayes was the one who really needed to leave the hospital, and had used Riley as an excuse.

"You're not wrong about that, Riley. It's not a crime to date your coworker. It might be frowned upon, but it's definitely not illegal. Besides, HR does have paperwork for these kinds of things. It's just a lot more complicated in my case." He noted, shrugging. "It's hard to establish consent when I am in a position of power. I'm the Board Chairman. I'm everyone's boss, and I can't abuse that power. That's one line I would never cross." Shaking his head, Hayes offered Riley another smile, clearly not upset by his current situation. "If I were to ask out an employee, and they accepted, there is a possibility that they might have done it because they thought they would otherwise lose their job. Even if they did it because they wanted to be with me, I know that I have a reputation as a successful surgeon, Board Chairman of the hospital, and I come from a whole family of doctors. I may not engage with hospital gossip, but I know what it would look like... to everyone else. I don't want anyone to think that this person was using me to get ahead in their career, even if it's not true. I know they're not that kind of person, but I can't put them in a position where it seems that way. I don't want someone's hardwork, and dedication to their career being undermined just because I had a hard time on Tinder. I'll get over it."

"But enough about me, and my non-existent love life. Let's talk about you." Hayes grinned, hoping to lighten up the mood. Seeing the apprehension on Riley's face, he leaned forward in his seat to meet their gaze, and shook his head. "Because I know that you're capable. I'm not looking for someone who's experienced, Riley. I'm looking for someone who cares. While someone more experienced is definitely capable of doing this, they don't need to do something like this, nor would they want to. They have the experience, the reputation, and the salary that comes with it. They won't care. I'm not doing this just to have someone add this as the umpteenth thing on their LinkedIn profile, and make themselves look good. I want someone who will use this as the experience they need to move forward, to say that they ran a whole damn clinic so early on in their career when they're trying to make a name for themselves." He explained, his voice laced with conviction. "I want you. You're an excellent physician, and you care so much about patient care. You're empathetic, and you have this way of connecting with people. I've seen it with my own eyes. You're exactly what I need. I'm not going to make you go into this blindly, and you'll have my full support throughout. You don't have to accept this offer right away, but... at least take some time, and think about it?"

[augustinewrites]

ah it’s finally here. the fushigojo shibuya arc warnings: just a dash of angst, pregnancy, jjk manga spoilers

then.

megumi’s been in his room since you’d returned from the hospital. which was, at this point, six hours ago.

you and gojo had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door for five.

“what do we say to him?” you ask, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “what can we do to make this a little bit better?”

“i don’t know,” he answers quietly, taking your hand into both of his. “there’s…no parenting book or article about how to comfort your kid after his sister’s been cursed.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, exhaling through the deep ache in your chest. it’d been difficult to see her like that. your tsumiki, sweet, kind, and caring, laying lifeless in that bed.

“at the hospital he told me they’d had a fight the day before. that he’d said something mean. it was the last thing he said to her.”

“tsumiki wouldn’t hold it against him,” gojo says. “she knows what he’s like. knows it was probably from a place of care.”

it’d also been hard to see megumi sitting at her bedside, face stony as he clutched his sister's hand. “doesn’t mean he feels any less awful about it.”

“yeah,” gojo sighs, letting his head fall back against the door. you suppose he might know what that’s like.

“what do we do, satoru?” you ask, tears brimming your eyes. “we still don’t know how—”

“hey, it’s okay.” it comes out a little unsteady, as he himself isn't convinced of it, but he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as the last few hours finally catch up to you. you’re exhausted, distraught, and hurting. “we can figure that out tomorrow, but for now we’ve gotta focus on him.”

all you can manage is a small nod as he wipes the tears from your cheeks and helps you up, the two of you pushing open the door.

megumi's sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, shoulders trembling slightly. he doesn't have to lift his head for the both of you to know his cheeks are stained with tears.

something painful grips your heart at the realization that you've never seen him cry before. not when he was 6 and you took him to the doctor to get his first shot. not when he was 8 and fell out of the tree at the park across from your apartment and broke his arm. not when he was 11 and lost his first science fair.

but his sorrow flows freely now, proof of a sibling who was well-loved and sorely missed. you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, pulling him into a hug and letting his tears soak your shirt.

now.

you're not sure how to feel as you stare at those two pink lines.

for the most part, you're elated. because this is good...right? a baby was good news. it'd relieve some of the pressure the two of you had been under from the gojo clan, which was a plus.

but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have...a feeling. you tap the test against the palm of your hand, lips pursed as you reach for your phone to call gojo.

but the front door opens before you can tap his contact, and megumi walks in.

“hey!” you grin, fumbling to hide the test behind your back. “what are you doing here?”

megumi stares at you in that awfully analytical way he’d picked up from your husband. “gojo sent me to find you.”

your smile quickly disappears. “why?”

“he said something’s happening in shibuya. i think he might need help.” then, after a moment, “what are you holding?”

you can’t lie to megumi, you’ve never been able to. so you sigh, pulling the test from behind your back. “i think i’m pregnant.”

his brows raise in surprise, but he quickly smooths his expression over. “does he know?”

“no, i just found out,” you tell him, grabbing your coat. “do you think he’ll be excited? can you act surprised when i tell him? so he thinks he’s the first—”

“you shouldn’t come.”

it’s your turn to stare at him in disbelief. “you just said that you think he needs help—”

megumi grimaces and tries again. “but with your condition—”

“get in the car, megumi,” you snap, grabbing your keys. “we’re going to shibuya.”

--

shibuya is a disaster.

it's frantic, messy. you're overwhelmed. you need to throw up. you can't find gojo.

you're holding onto megumi as to not lose track of him, gripping the sleeve of his shirt as you run around the station looking for that telltale shock of white hair.

and when you finally see it, he's not alone.

it all comes back in flashes, once treasured memories that only bring pain as you stare at the man you thought was dead. "is that—”

megumi's yelling, but gojo doesn't seem to hear him. he's frozen in place, staring at the man who was once his best friend.

that's when it happens. it snaps gojo out of his state of shock, and you can only look on in horror as he's gripped by something you'd only read about in books but never seen yourself.

you're fighting to pull air into your lungs now. you know what's happening. you're stumbling forward, reaching for him, but megumi grabs you around the waist and hauls you backwards.

"no! satoru!"

it's after his name is ripped from your chest that he sees you. it hurts, the naked fear in his eyes when he looks at you and megumi and shouts something you can't hear over the roar in your ears. you desperately pull at the threads of your cursed energy, the shadows around you swirling in response as if they too are reaching for him.

but you're too late.

you're too stunned to speak, clinging to megumi as he drags you back and away.

he doesn't stop until the two of you into the shadows of a secluded corner, both of you slumping against the wall. megumi says your name a few times, but you can't hear him over the train of thoughts racing through your head.

it's when he finally croaks, "mom," shaking you, that you look up into the concerned face of your megumi. the only person you have left. "you need to go. if...if that was their plan all along, then chances are you're in danger too."

you shake your head. "i'm not leaving you here."

"i can't lose you," he whispers, and your heart breaks when the tears he's been holding back form in the corners of his eyes. "please."

he pulls you into a tight embrace, his hands desperately gripping the back of your shirt as he lets you lean into him.

"it's going to be okay. we're going to be okay," you tell him, and though he nods against your shoulder, you know he's just as unsure as you are.

[callsign-phoenix]

Hi! Could you do a headcannon where the fem reader and hangman are dating and the fem reader gets hurt and goes to the hospital and hangman is super upset about it because the he loves her so much and is super worried about her. Thanks so much!

Thank you so much for requesting!

This is written with a gn!reader in mind, so it’s not necessarily just for female!reader.

A tiny warning, mention of a car accident.

-when Jake is committed to a relationship he is there for you for good, and he feels that way with you

-he wants to be with you and he can’t imagine a life without you, which is why he takes care of you so much

-he’s definitely the type to have acts of service as his preferred love language, but he’s definitely also complimenting you 24/7 and touching you as much as he can

-but with acts of service he believes he can shelter you from the world at least a little, he’ll do grocery runs and takes your car to the gas station to fill it up, he prefers to know where you are to minimize the possibility of something happening to you, he knows he couldn’t handle it

-when you do get into a car accident Jake hears about it when he gets back on the ground after a training session in his F-18, and he grows so pale

-he’s never felt that weak and helpless in his life and he also feels weak when he hears the message left on his phone after not taking the call because he was preoccupied

-his fellow aviators don’t even know what’s going on because he’s brief in his explanation, simply mumbling about his ‘love’ and an ‘accident’ and running off in his flight suit

-he’s speeding in his car and he’s sure he’s getting at least two tickets but he doesn’t care at all, he’s only thinking about you

-he has the mental image of you on life support in his mind and he’s almost at the brink of tears, he runs through the hospital and demands to know where you are

-he knows he’s being rude to the receptionist but he only feels bad later, because at that moment he’s just panicking

-a doctor stops him before he gets the chance to enter the room you’re in, he’s calm and explains him that you’ll be fine, that you’re just weak and drowsy from the pain meds after breaking your leg and collarbone

-you’re almost asleep when he enters but you smile weakly at Jake when you see him, still in his flight suit and messy hair from running his fingers through it far too often

-he’s by your side in a second, kneeling on the floor and caressing your face in his hands as he whispers to you how much he worried about you

-he’s the type to say ‘don’t ever do that again to me, please, I don’t think I can take it’ and honestly you feel like he’s saying the truth, you can see and feel the way his hands are shaking

-he’s with you the entire stay at the hospital, taking sick days from work and not sleeping much, but he really cares and worries a lot, even though he can see that you’re well

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