#you know his ass wasn't eating hospital food

[honorthysalad]

'Hikaru' got out of a 3 day coma and was just a little hungry so he decided he'd eat. is that so bad kurebayashi? clapping at him while he's trying to eat his fruity snack... like let the man live in peace.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 3)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: fluff, smut this is the last part so I hope you enjoy it!!

part 2

It would be an understatement to say that Charles was over the moon when you and Louise showed up in the paddock on the race day. He was so delighted and happy that he had a hard time hiding it, and everyone present could see it.

He didn't separate from Lou, and he thanked you several times for bringing her and for coming with her telling you how much that meant to him.

Of course, you both attracted the attention of all the media, knowing that tomorrow the main news on the internet will be how Charles' ex-girlfriend appeared with his daughter in the paddock for the first time after a full year since the breakup.

The cameras were everywhere, but having learned from previous experiences, you decided to ignore them and pretend they didn't exist. All you were focused on was giving your daughter an unforgettable weekend and supporting Charles as well.

Lou got hungry so you and Charles decided to get her something to eat at the Ferrari hospitality. Lou didn't know what she wanted to eat, so Charles decided to leave his things at your table, including his phone, and said he would go with her to the restaurant to choose. While Lou went with Charles, you sat down at the table and scrolled through your phone waiting for them to come back.

“Am I seeing things or is it really y/n?” A very familiar voice asked you, making you look up from your phone.

“Carlos!” You smiled from ear to ear as you stand up to hug him.

“It’s been some time since I’ve seen you in the paddock. How come you’re here?” He asks curiously.

“Lou had a hard time accepting that she wouldn't be spending this weekend with her dad, so...yeah, here we are.”

“Oh man, he’s gonna beat my ass on the track today..” Carlos says shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” You laugh a little unsure of what he’s talking about.

“He always gives 110% on the track when Lou is there to support him, I can only imagine what it’ll be like today when you are there too.”

The two of you started catching up talking about what was new in your lives, what wasn't, and so on, until Carlos commented on Charles and Lou's relationship, saying that he really loves spending time with her and that he talks about her nonstop.

“She loves spending time with him too, he is her soulmate I’m sure.” You commented.

“And what about you? Is he your soulmate too?” Carlos asked catching you off guard.

Both you and Charles were close to Carlos and he pretty much knew everything about you and your relationship. He was also very angry with you when you broke up because he thought it was a bad decision and that you should have worked on your relationship and not give up on it so easily.

“I-I..” As you were trying to think of an answer to his question, at that very moment the screen of Charles's phone, which he had left on the table in front of you, lit up.

What caught your attention wasn't the notification he received, but your eyes got stuck on the wallpaper on his lock screen. It was a picture of you and Lou that Charles had taken shortly after you had given birth and came home from the hospital. You were lying on the bed and Lou was lying on your chest while you kissed her head.

It was a picture that was very dear to both you and Charles, and he had it as his wallpaper since the day he took it, and what surprised you the most was that he still had it to this day. Even though you were no longer together, he never changed it.

Carlos noticed what you were staring at and he basically took it as an answer to his question although he had already knew it.

“Uncle Carloss!!” Lou screamed with her mouth full of pizza as Charles carried her in his arms over to the table where Carlos and you were sitting.

“Hola, hermosa! Did you get hungry?” Carlos chuckled squeezing her cheek.

“Out of all the possible foods you can think of, my baby chose pizza.” Charles laughed sitting her down on the chair next to you.

You were completely lost in your thoughts and didn't even pay attention what the three of them were talking about. All you could think about was the picture you saw on Charles's phone and how you were getting closer to confessing your still deeply held feelings for him.

And of course today was just as Carlos said it would be. Not only did Charles beat Carlos’ ass on the track, but he also beat all the other drivers by proudly and deservedly taking P1. He couldn't let the win slip through his fingers in front of the two most important people in his life so he fought extra hard for it today.

When it was time to celebrate, your eyes filled with tears at how proud you were of him. First he celebrated with the team, then his eyes searched for you and Lou.

“You wanna congratulate daddy, baby?” You asked her and she nodded excitedly.

You pushed your way towards Charles with her in your arms and when you reached him he instantly hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.

“Good job, daddy!” She said.

“Thank you, baby. This one was for you.” He told her kissing her once again.

“Congratulations, Charles. We’re really proud of you.” You say softly smiling at him tears threatening to run down your cheeks.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you for being here.” He said looking deep into your eyes.

The cameras went crazy over your family moment, closely capturing every interaction between you. It won't be until the next day when you see one of the taken photos of the two of you that it will become completely clear to you how your eyes are betraying you and showing how deeply and obviously in love you are with each other.

When the day was coming to an end, you didn't stay in the paddock any longer, but immediately got on the plane and flew to Monaco, all three of you together. Lou was completely exhausted and when you landed she was already asleep. Charles didn't offer but instead insisted on driving you to your apartment no matter how tired he was.

Charles, carefully so as not to wake her, carried her in his arms into her room and put her to bed. He kissed her goodnight before closing the door and going into the living room thinking he would say goodnight to you too.

“She’s sleeping like a log.” Charles chuckles quietly as he stands in front of you.

“Poor thing, she was so tired. She passed out as soon as we sat in the plane.”

“But I'm glad you came. Both of you. It really meant a lot to me to have you there.”

“I’m glad too. We had a lot of fun. Maybe we can come again sometime.” You say making him smile.

“Anytime you want” He says feeling that the conversation is slowly coming to an end. He wants to continue it so bad, but he knows that both of you are tired and with a heavy heart he has to leave, even though he would rather lie in bed with you now and hold you close to him all night.

“Okay, I’m gonna go now. It’s getting really late.” He says running his hand nervously through his hair while you bite the inside of your cheek so desperately wanting him to ask you if he can stay. “See you soon, yeah? Good night”

Before he turns around to head for the door, you decide that enough is enough. There have been so many obvious signs by now that it's not over between you and that you're still madly in love with each other that you don't want to waste another second being stubborn, but rather surrender to the moment and finally enjoy it.

“Or you can stay the night here..you know..i-if you want to” You blurt out stuttering the last part.

He turns slowly towards you. His expression is unreadable until he places his hands on your cheeks and asks you “Do you want me to stay?”

Without much hesitation, you nod your head and quietly say “I do.”

Initially, it was as if you were afraid to approach each other, as if you were afraid of each other's reaction even though both of you were hoping that the desire was mutual. Then his lips slowly and cautiously began coming closer and closer to yours.

At first, your lips just brushed, pulling back a little, and then they connected into a long, passionate and deep kiss that you both had been eagerly waiting for.

You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you let out deep breaths in relief you didn't even know you were holding in.

Things were moving quickly and you didn't waste any time getting to your bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked you up and without breaking the kiss, carried you into the room and laid you down on the bed.

Exhaustion was long forgotten when you took each other's clothes off and started kissing every part of each other’s body.

“I missed you, I missed you so much you don’t even know” He said into the kiss, barely catching his breath from the intense excitement he felt.

“I missed you too, Charles” You half whisper as he pushes into you and one tear rolls down the side of your face.

It felt so good. He felt so good inside you, fit so perfectly like he was made for you. He wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he cares about you so he kept going on and on making your legs shake so many times throughout the night, kissing every inch of your body, pulling you closer to him to calm you down, breathing in your scent and getting lost in your eyes.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” His voice trembled as he rested his forehead against yours and pulled his cock out of you cumming all over your stomach, hands free, then pushing himself back in and wincing.

You fell asleep with him holding you close all night. His arms were hugging you so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go even just for a second, he would wake up and it would all be just a dream.

The morning sun's rays didn't let you sleep past eight, so you spontaneously woke up together still in the same position you fell asleep in.

“Good morning ma cherie” He said with a kiss to your lips.

“Morning baby” You smiled caressing his cheek with your thumb. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm, very well” He murmurs against your skin. “And you?”

“Me too. I haven't slept this peacefully in a long time.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yeah” You glance at the clock out of the corner of your eye and see that it's almost time for Lou to wake up. “Oh shit, Charles you need to leave, Lou is about to wake up” You say nervously, which completely confuses Charles.

“What? What do you mean I need to leave? Why can’t she know that I’m here?”

“It's not that she can’t know it’s just that I want us to take it slow this time. I'm afraid of screwing this up because it feels so good and so right and I don't know if I could handle us hurting each other again.” You sigh as you explain your reasons to him. “And most of all, I don't want to break Lou's heart.”

He pauses for a moment to think about what you just said and realizes that it makes sense and that you're right. “Okay, baby. Don’t worry we’ll take things slow to make it right this time.” After all, he just wants to fulfill all your wishes and wants to make you happy with whatever you want. “So when do I get to see you again?” He asks and you laugh at his silly question. “What?” He asks confused.

“It's funny that you ask me that. You can see us whenever you want. It's just for a short time until we see how things develop and then of course we'll live together again.”

“I can’t wait for that.”

Soon he got out of the bed and got dressed. He kissed you barely breaking away from you before heading out of the bedroom. The door to Lou's room was open and so he walked slowly on his tiptoes, not wanting to wake her up.

But he realized that was in vain when, passing by her room, he heard “Daddy?!” He stopped in his tracks, squeezing his eyes shut and cursing quietly under his breath.

She’d already seen him and he couldn't leave now or get out of the situation in any way, so he decided to go into her room and say good morning to her.

“Hey, baby. Good morning”

“What are you doing here?! Did you sleep here?!” She didn't know what to ask him first from how happy she was that it was morning and he was there.

When the two of them appeared at your bedroom door, it was clear to both you and Charles that from that moment on, you were all living together again.

“Hi there” Charles said holding her in his arms and looking at you.

You didn't say anything, you just covered your face with your hands and started laughing before you uncovered the quilt and said "come here, both of you"

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[deadsnakey]

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 —> 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎˚ᡴꪫ

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ fluff ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 10k words 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ┈─★

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જ⁀➴ He has a lot of issues and anger, but he tries his best to control it around you.

જ⁀➴ has never raised his voice at you because of this.

જ⁀➴ I think he's all scary and intimidating, but once you get to know him, like know him, he's genuinely sweet and a decent person.

જ⁀➴ loves being around you, he feels comfortable enough to be himself around you and that's a privilege.

જ⁀➴ loves physical touch, knowing you're still with him is reassuring and grounding for him.

જ⁀➴ spoils the actual shit out of you dude, your complaints will be shushed with a soft kiss and soft eyes, "I love you, let me spoil you, okay?"

જ⁀➴ a bad boy on the streets a gentleman in the sheets.

જ⁀➴ his friends definitely remind him how gone and whipped he is for you on a weekly and he doesn't deny it, he knows and is fine with it.

જ⁀➴ if yes ever making you uncomfortable or doing sum you don't like, he stops immediately and never does/says it again. He'd hate for you to be uncomfortable let alone from him.

જ⁀➴ loves showing you off and will shamelessly do it, because you're a goddess why wouldn't he??

જ⁀➴ I think he's still learning the rights and wrongs while dating you so just put his ass in line and he'll immediately straighten up and act right.

જ⁀➴ he's your bitch, you're his girl.

જ⁀➴ he'll let you boss him around as long as youre happy but God forbid someone else tries to boss him around and they gone (to the hospital wing..lol)

જ⁀➴ will happily watch you get ready even if it's just to go on a walk or to grab a few snacks n stuff from the store or wtvr, will gladly help with wtvr if you ask him too.

જ⁀➴ teased you a lot especially if you get flustered easily butttt knows when to stop and to not take it too far.

જ⁀➴ also he tries only doing it in private or if it's just you two somewhere bc he doesn't want someone else thinking they can also tease you, friends or not.

જ⁀➴ hatesss the thought of losing you, definitely has nightmares and needs to either be held by you or hold you, it just depends how bad it is.

જ⁀➴ feeds you so much, he ain't letting his girl go hungry ever, not on his watch. He'll happily give you his food if you're still hungry or felt like you didn't eat enough.

જ⁀➴ ass man.

જ⁀➴ his and your friends are so nauseous whenever they see you two together because y'all are so sickening In love it's gross. (Don't get fooled they think it's cute.)

જ⁀➴ so soft and clingy in the mornings omfg, dude is pouty, a little whiny and his raspy voice telling you not to leave while holding you closer👁️🫦👁️

જ⁀➴ will be so quick with it if he feels like someone is disrespecting you or being rude to you even a little bit and don't get me started on flirting with you, you need to control your guard dog please!!! He will bite his dick off and leave him bloody and bruised for weeks.

જ⁀➴ true story, you scolded him and made sure he wasn't getting into as many fights after or at least not to the point of last time, but he listens to you because he would hate for you to be disappointed or not happy and especially with him.

જ⁀➴ I don't think Mattheo can live with himself knowing he's the reason you're angry, upset, sad, disappointed or literally anything that is happy or a good emotion.

જ⁀➴ opens doors, gives you his clothes, let's you borrow wtvr you need from him, buys you anything you want, gives you your favorite flowers every date night, give you massages, run you nice and relaxing baths, helps with studies, always with you especially in public.

જ⁀➴ no cause actually ever since y'all started dating you haven't been seen with mattheo with you, either behind you, either side of your or like 2-4 inches behind you watching over you carefully. Like he's a great protector!!

જ⁀➴ my boy working overtime to make sure you're safe and he wouldn't have it any other way tbh.

[boxofshadows]

How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"

[fuwaprince]

HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP PLEASE

Hi everybody, how are we doing? I hope you're enjoying the beginning of fall. Now that I'm done just being hospitable, can I just be honest? Can I vent? Can I be heard? Am I allowed to express my hurt? Can I please request for aid?

I am struggling to all hell. On and off the streets and been homeless since June 1st. I don't need resource information- I need immediate relief in the form of financial support. My partner and I are doing our best to be strong but being strong does not help when we're in the position where we're lucky just to eat, or do laundry. Over this summer I have been robbed of my possessions (cards, clothes, cash, toiletries, my phone... all of which I struggled to get to begin with). I have been sexually assaulted and put through violent situations. Detained because people LIED and I guess that means guilty until proven innocent. Woke up undressed for reasons unbenounced to me in a house fire surrounded by flames and SOMEHOW, unfortunately survived. Somehow contracted a disease that has no fucking cure. I have reached out to EVERYONE I KNOW BEGGING FOR HELP. I have taken so much shit in exchange for the smallest amount of help, for food, for access to medical attention or a shower or for privacy. I have been homeless with a 103 degree fucking fever that lasted for days and got no help because I was too sick to move. I crawled to a shower and sat on the floor hoping my brain wouldn't melt (which it begins to at such temperatures btw). All this did not happen because I'm "lazy" or "a bad woman".

I am a woman presenting person who probably should have just been born in the right body or into the right wealthy ass family. I am in my 20s. I have been told I would make a great prostitute but I wasn't even made for of- nor am I interested. My abusive ass neglectful ass family are not helping me through my situation and my mom tells me I deserve it so that she doesn't have to cry while listening to me explain how bad things have gotten. I have a stab wound on my neck. I have burns on my body. I did not put those there myself. How could anybody deserve any of that? How could anybody do nothing to help? How can you just look at me and pessimistically say, "good luck". Or give the apathetic and unhelpful "me too" response.

My partner lost his dog after the fire. Can you imagine having to pretend like that doesn't matter because you have to worry about food? Can you imagine trying to provide emotional support because red cross never called back after you requested for health services? When your school says they can't help you because it's out of the budget???? "LIMITED FUNDS" they say. I was on the Dean's honor roll for TWO semesters in a row, almost close to getting my BA (just a few classes away). I was a student leader. UNTIL I had to finally say fuck that shit and drop. I have enough credits to graduate but I do not see how the fuck I'm going to survive until 2025.

I need help! Please help? Words of encouragement are appreciated but please help me raise enough for a down payment for a car to live in. That is what I'm asking for, at least for winter. I would like an apartment but California is so outrageous with prices, all I can hope for realistically is a car. Anything would help. Nothing is expected.

Please rb this post, if you can, it helps.

Always remember to maintain your humanity and that love persists.

Garlic haters DNI

my paypal is @garyanne

[ellaa-writes]

Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader

Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.

Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂

Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—

Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️

Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.

It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.

Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.

Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.

"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.

"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.

"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.

"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.

"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.

"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.

"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."

"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.

" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.

"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.

"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.

"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.

"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.

"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.

[amymbona]

I absolutely agree, nurse fic is really good, need to know what will happen next and that Patrick will recover ✊️

(he doesn't deserve any recovery 😡)

Guilt begins eating Patrick alive, especially since you've decided to stay with him in the hospital for the whole week he is there, only running home (that's what you call Patrick's place now) to change your clothes and bring Patrick some better food than the hospital mac and cheese. You're evidently tired, your beautiful face all pale and almost lifeless, texting on your phone when you think Patrick is asleep.

But he's not oblivious to it, and can see how disappointed you are that Patrick's progress is quite literally lost and that you can't spend as much time as you'd like with your new guy. Boyfriend, perhaps? One night, he catches your gentle whispering, peeking one eye open to see you holding your phone close to your ear.

"No no, I really can't. No, it's broken. Yeah. He really needs my help now. Look, we can - hey! Listen - no, but I can't just leave him alone. C'mon, you know it's my job. Listen - oh - okay, goodnight."

He really can't help himself. He tells you that it wasn't an accident, that he intentionally kicked his foot against the bed until he was crying in pain. That he did it so you could be with him all the time.

When he's finally home from the hospital, it's even worse than before. You don't talk at all, and the only words leaving your lips are breakfast, lunch and dinner. Speak about food, it's bland, underseasoned and intentionally disgusting. But you eat it too, tasteless mashed potatoes, undercooked chicken, as if you don't fear salmonellosis at all.

All the physical practice is reduced mostly to Patrick's own work, your soft hands just barely reaching to touch his legs, and when they do, it almost burns. You're not being intentionally harsh, but there is nothing gentle or comforting about your touch. It's basically all the same as it was when you first got into an argument, but ten times worse. Your disappearances are more frequent as well. Wearing prettier dresses and staying out for longer, Patrick really thinks you're living your best life.

He's lounging in the living room when you come back home one evening, significantly late and slightly tipsy. Simply by saying your name, he asks for your presence, telling you to come here and sit down. But you're too carefree to be afraid or bothered, calling him and idiot and a conceited bitch. He lets you, because it's true. And perhaps it's the alcohol in your veins or the thrill of the moment, but you're kissing him before you know it.

Patrick holds you as if you're a precious jewel, carefully maneuvering you on his lap, barely able to feel your weight on his thighs and remaining cautious about his plastered foot. He gropes your breasts and ass, wanting to feel everything of you, to have you as humanly close as possible, to explore every single part of your body. You're holding his face tightly in your palms, touching him in a much more different way than you did ever before.

You fall against Patrick like a piece of puzzle, your tipsy breath filling his mouth, and so in return, his tongue fills yours. It's an exchange of spit, hatred and hidden longing, much clearly following the thick tension that has sparked between the two of you. Suddenly not holding back, the rhythmic grinding movement of your hips against his cock gets it to harden.

Both of you pull away with a gasp, staring into each other's eyes, cheeks equally as flushed, but neither of you speak. Not about what has just happened, at least. Slowly, gently, you palm Patrick's dick, feeling him twitch against your hand. And that's where the evening ends, both of you going to bed alone with fuzzy minds and conflicted thoughts filling your two heads. Thought one, Patrick is slowly recovering. Thought two, you've just done something really stupid.

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txt if you had explosive diarrhoea (and it is was your fault!) UNSERIOUS*

۫ ִ ﹗ 𓏸 💥 txt!ot5 x gn!reader. ⊹ ݁  🥛 ⋆ WARNING!!! lots of shit talk as it is a normal part of life!!   THIS IS A JOKE!!!

CHOI YEONJUN!

oh he's there for you.

a bit too much than what you would consider appropriately sweet tbh.

he's right there behind you chasing after you when you're running for the toilet just to make sure you're not dropping dead on the way.

he's right there outside the bathroom door assuring you that he'd be there for you even if you end up clogging his bathroom.

he bought a new bathroom plunger anyway he's happy he's getting to put it to a good use because of you.

while you're in there trying to shit as quietly as possible cause you know he has his ears against the door making sure you're not in too much pain.

tries to help you but ends up making it worse by feeding you bananas.

after seeing you take 10 trips to the bathroom in 20 minutes tries to force you to the hospital.

but he stops after you make him get the medicines.

even though he's a little bit overbearing, he makes you feel so comfortable and wakes up with you every time you have to go the bathroom

sitting on the bed all serious with his hands on his chin as if you were performing a surgery in the bathroom.

after you kind of get better, that's when the teasing starts.

dangles spicy food in front of you because you got diarrhoea bc eating too much of it.

chokes on it immediately after.

CHOI SOOBIN.

im not denying the fact he won't be all sweet, and nice, and caring about your dire condition.

which YOU got yourself into.

but I'd be lying if I said he didn't grimace a few times.

because that's only human nature to feel like that when the person next to you is about to shit themselves but that doesn't mean soobin loves you any less.

now you're fighting both for your love and the urge to shit your organs out.

he's outside the bathroom, scratching at the door to explain his side and prove his love for you while you were on the toilet rethinking the course of this relationship.

it would have been kind of dramatic romantic, something out of a movie scene if your ass wasn't on fire.

"not only my ass is burning but my heart is too because of you."

and it gets worse when he brings up if you didn't pig out on those chili ramen this situation wouldn't have transpired to begin with, and then he bit his tongue.

so now after another four violent sessions, sniffling and talking about ending it all, you two finally make up after exchanging some sappy declarations of love and then go to get ice cream.

soobin thinks that this has only brought you together and he's ready to buy adult diapers for you with his own money knowing how expensive diapers can get.

CHOI BEOMGYU.

he'd be concerned about you.

if he wasn't busy laughing his ass off.

you're there fighting for your life and the rights of your asshole that is getting absolutely demolished.

and he's outside the bathroom fighting to get his lungs to work properly because he laughed a bit too hard.

asks your rhetorical questions like how do you even end up in this situation while wheezing

as if he was not the one who instigated you to accept a challenge of eating however many chilli's you could

when you rightfully blame him, he's like,

"oh you could have just eaten one"

that dessert may be worth it but the fear dying while shitting the toilet isn't

and you decide to shove his head into the toilet for putting you in this predicament when you come out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time.

but those threats soon melt away in your throat when you see the arrays of things he has gotten to help you get better

from an assortment of candies that you love to the flowers you've once told you liked the smell of along with all sorts of medicines for your stomach issue.

absolutely doesn't stop making diarrhoea jokes for a number of weeks tho.

you could be arguing about what to watch while having dinner and he would be like,

"oh don't you have somewhere to go? i just bought this couch you know?"

KANG TAEHYUN.

oh he's big mad.

and you're like confused, like taehyun?!? am i not suffering enough?

he's sitting on the end of the bed with his chin on top of his fingers, brooding as though you're giving birth to a bastard child of his.

he's just mad at you for not caring for you health and downing four packets of spicy ramen as though he has had you starved for a few weeks

like have you heard of basic etiquettes?

forget that? does common sense ring a bell?

and now you're sitting on the toilet thinking,

"are these tears bc my bootyhole burning or because taehyun is roasting me goddammit ?"

like this is not the time to ride the ass my bro

but he's also like super concerned that's why he got a little mean because when you come out you see him sweating more than you

got you thinking like

damn is diarrhoea contagious?

and he's gonna take you to the ER and gonna get you to sit through the test and tell the doctor why you are here for and what's the texture of your stool and whose fault is it truly

he thinks shaming you might actually get you to understand your fault

and it kinda does work

but don't worry he's giving you head pats and kisses as he feeds you the medicine.

HUENING KAI.

when you tell him you're having involuntary radioactive missile launched from your asshole

his first response was, "okay let's get you some adult diapers."

kinda weird how it was not to get you to the hospital but you were honestly expecting you a, "EW"

however strange his answer may be, you were sort of fluttered at his suggestion until you realised he actually meant it.

he was already pulling out his wallet and you had to physically stop him and ask him just to get you some medicine

doesn't complain a bit about the smell when he's sitting outside the bathroom door giving you company when you exhaust yourself and collapse in the bathroom.

force feeds you electrolytes while telling you that you will get better soon :(

hes there for you at every step like he's holding your hand as you drink water and now wait for you stomach to stop churning.

he's there wiping the sweat off your forehead with his napkin.

you might as well have gotten on one knee and proposed by the way he was taking care of you.

didn't flinch once when you darted and the smell could make a skunk hang its head in shame.

"it happens baby," he says while patting your head.

you cry.

he takes a picture of you two to commemorate this event that brought you two closer and a reason why yall got married

everyone assumes its a picture from when you were in labour

you always jab his foot when he tries to correct the people

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Mike had gotten in a little later than he expected but when he went upstairs to get a fork to eat his dinner, he found Leff was also sitting at the table eating. He sat down next to him and started eating silently for a few moments before Leff let out a sigh.

"Why is it that I was eating in peace not even 5 minutes ago and then you sit down and I can tell you want to chat about something." Leff looked at Mike.

"I didn't even say anything." Mike pointed out.

"It's the way you carry yourself, like you got fucking emotional baggage that wafts off you. It drives me nuts." Leff put his beer to his lips and Mike chuckled.

"I might have emotional baggage but you're fucking wound up like a fucking drum man. Relax a bit. Enjoy your gruel." Mike tossed his head towards Leff's food which looked strange.

"I'll be sure to let Y/n know you think her food is gruel you prick." Leff said as he went back to eating it.

"Y/n cooked that for you?" Mike asked in disbelief.

"Yeah she knows how to cook and I don't have time so when she makes extra she gives it to me. Don't put your hands on what's left. I'm eating that tomorrow." Leff warned.

"What even is it?" Mike made a face and Leff rolled his eyes.

"It's beef stew and potatoes. What are you fucking blind?" Leff tilted the bowl down and Mike shrugged.

"I don't have a lot of home cooked meals man, relax." Mike chuckled.

"Yeah well all that bullshit fast food will kill you. You know we got that fucked up heart shit in this family." Leff looked back down into his bowl and kept eating.

"I don't know how heart health meat and potatoes is." Mike watched Leff cut his eyes at him and he put his hands up in defeat.

"Can I ask you a question without you losing your shit?" Mike tried and Leff dropped his fork in his bowl.

"Can a man just eat food in his own kitchen without being pestered?" Leff looked annoyed but Mike continued.

"Mom...how the hell did she hook up with Y/n? I mean she wasn't a..." Mike trailed off unsure of whether he wanted to know if his mom was a stripper or not but Leff shook his head.

"No God no. I'd have kicked her ass. She was buying out of the club that Y/n worked at. Y/n would stumble across her when she was leaving and make sure she hadn't OD'ed in the alleyway. Eventually I had to give her my number so I could pick her up from the hospital or her apartment." Leff explained looking a little more mellow when talking about his sister and Y/n.

"So she just decided to take on Mom in active addiction just because?" Mike didn't believe everyone had simple goodness in them, especially not in New York. He had only been here for a while and he had been cussed out more in the last few weeks than in his entire life.

"You know how your mom was. She could make friends with anyone. She was always gabbing with strangers. Y/n just happened to be the one she liked to talk to." Leff scrapped the bottom of his bowl.

"Y/n told me that mom wanted me to meet her so we could date." Mike said watching Leff's face carefully.

"You couldn't handle a woman like Y/n, man. She's got baggage to the 11th degree." Leff snorted.

"Everyone has baggage." Mike returned knowing that he's not the picture of a perfect date either. Leff focused his gaze at his nephew.

"Baggage that would crush you...her exboyfriend was that hulk sized bodyguard at ER's place. The one who stood silently and wanted to murder me with his fucking eyes. He's a roided out piece of shit who considers prison time a vacation." Leff explained.

"Well it's not like I would take her out to a strip club Leff." Mike chuckled and Leff shook his head.

"She used to get the shit kicked out of her Mikey. The amount of times she called for your mom and I was picking her up bruised and bloody was beyond the number of times you've had a cigarette." Leff pressed making Mike look at him. He could actually see some sympathy in Leff's eyes, which was rare.

"I'm not a shitty guy though. Maybe she could use someone like me." Mike suggested.

"I'm telling you, move on man. That's not a scab you should be picking at." Leff pushed up from the table and tossed his bowl in the sink before leaving Mike sitting at the kitchen table alone.

He looked at his takeout and suddenly realized he didn't have much of an appetite. He knew that he could treat a woman right in a relationship. He had never put hands on one in his life. He didn't believe in it but for some reason, Leff made it seem like Y/n was too broken for someone who wasn't as rough as she was.

He knew Leff would be pissed if he kept bringing up the idea of pursuing Y/n but he didn't care. He was grown and so was she. Mike wanted nothing more than to treat her how she should be treated.

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Sunshine 3

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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Y/N'S POV

Who is this Lisa and who the heck are Ben and Aurora? It wasn't my business so I slowly backed up leaving the green eyed-man with the darker hair woman. After a few minutes she saw them bicker, well it was more of the woman than Dean he kinda just stood there and took it. As if he was used to it.

And let me tell you... He didn't look to happy when he came back over.

“Dean, what happened?” you ask as he drags you off to the diner, the moment we stepped in fresh common rolls filled your nose and you nearly died and went to heaven.

The man ignored your question while he sat on the other side of the booth, waiting for me to decide on what to get.

“Good morning Sheriff, same as usual?” The chirpy young woman asks with a smirk, He nods and as the woman is about to walk away he clears his throat. “You didn't ask her what she wanted.”

The woman looked me up and down as she rolled her eyes, “What do you want?” she asked not caring for an answer. I guess no Southern hospitality.

Did you say or do something wrong?

You had always hated attitude when it was directed at you, it made you feel small and weak. At this point, you knew how to put on your best face.

weakly smiled trying to make your smile reach your eyes, maybe the girl was just having a bad day? You never know. “I'll get eggs and bacon please” keeping your voice steady and quiet, The waitress simply walks off and into the back of the diner.

First Dean with the grumpy look on his face after seeing the 'Lisa' woman and now the waitress who seemed to already hate her. Maybe marriage would've been the best choice... What if your mom and dad were right? You couldn't live on my own.

“Sorry Darlin' I don't know what crawled up her ass today.” Dean apologizes while flipping through the newspaper. A fresh pot of hot coffee was set on the end of the table, so you poured us both a cup and took a nice sip.

Soon enough, the hot food was placed on the table and Dean had quite a lot of food. Three burritos and an extra side of potatoes.

“How the hell are you able to eat all of that?” you asked shocked as he stuffed his mouth with the food, eating like he hadn't eaten for days.

His bright green eyes, flick over to you as he innocently shrugs before grinning, “Well when you work two jobs you're dammed to burn off calories”

The rest of breakfast was quiet, you take out my wallet paying which you learned very quickly that Dean didn't like that not one bit.

“My momma is gonna whoop my ass, if she finds out I let a girl pay on the first date.”

You raise a brow leaning your chin in the palm of your hand, “First date huh” you teased with a shit-eating grin.

“Y'know what I mean” he rolled his eyes a soft smile on his face but he was quick to hide it by picking up the newspaper to hide his face.

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Around 1:25 we arrived back at the ranch, Dean helped me carry my shopping bags upstairs, in all honesty, you expected some complaints but nope he was quiet as a mouse before disappearing off.

You organized all my new clothes into the drawers, putting all your old clothing into bags to donate. You didn't know how long you planning on staying here for, maybe until you got back on your feet and saved up enough money to leave. After all, you weren't made to take care of a ranch.

A few hours later, the sun had started to go down and You hadn't seen anyone since you got home. You walked downstairs seeing the little kitchen light on, your aunt Laura sitting there with a tea and book in hand. “Your here? I thought you'd be at the bar like everyone else?”

The bar?

You shake your head taking next to her, she offers you a book and you nod. We both quietly read for a few, until she decides to call it a night leaving you alone in the kitchen.

*Boom*

Heavy feet walk across the floor as a laugh escapes the Green-eyed man's mouth. He's drunk when he makes his way towards you. “Yo- you look good in the boots” Dean muttered with a grin, wrapping his arms around you tight.

Drunk Dean is apparently very touchy but not in an inappropriate way.

“Thank you?” you laugh as you walk over to the counters, he was dragging himself every time you moved. Filling the glass with water you hand it to the drunken man. “Drink.” He whines burying his head into your shoulder.

“Fine” He pouts as he downs the water before stuffing his face with some oreos. “Carry me?” you snort and start to laugh. “I can't carry you Deano”

It was different from seeing the usual gruff man be all sweet and clingy. In all honesty it was kinda cute.

The man gasps and places a hand on his chest, staring at you like you had said the most offensive thing ever. “Are you... Are you calling me fat!” he squints his eyes at you slapping his hand away after you attempt to help him up. “Get those filthy hands away” he stands up putting his hand on the wall helping him balance, groaning as he trips over the loud creaky stairs.

“Let me help.” you sigh and help him up as he smiles, finally guiding him into his room. Helping him take off his boots tossing them to the siand de, getting him tucked in. “Goodnight Dean”

“Goodnight sunshine”

Chapter 4

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15: Mercy

A/N: Picture below for reference. Sexual content.

I had the absolute worst headache, my eyes felt like someone had thrown sand in them, and my stomach was somersaulting. I tried my best to settle my stomach by focusing on the calming scent and warmth of Noah's body around mine, but my mind kept replaying blips of last night—that made my anxiety spike, which in turn made my nausea worse.

I was so afraid of addressing the events of last night, unsure of how he really felt about it. Even though he apologized for yelling at me, I wasn't entirely convinced he still wasn't upset, I had never seen him so angry before. I was ashamed of myself for bringing that out of him with my actions.

I eventually decided to lift my face from his chest to look at him, and those feelings of guilt began to dwindle when I met his gaze. The sun melted his eyes into a pool of chocolate swirling with caramel, just as soft and sweet as he is. Those eyes paired with the delicate curl of his lips made my heart swell; I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Good morning," he murmurs, brushing a piece of hair out of my face to kiss my forehead. "Morning," I croaked, my throat as dry as my eyes felt. "What time is it?" I asked after clearing my throat. He shrugs his shoulder as he continues running his hand through my hair. "Does it matter?" I hummed at the sensation. "No, I guess not," I say with a chuckle. "I could stay here all day, honestly." "Well, we could make that happen," he ponders. "How are you feeling?" "Not great. Nauseous, splitting headache, regrets from last night." He gives me a sympathetic smile, still soothing me by playing with my hair. "Shh, let's not talk about that right now. Let's focus on making you feel better and get some food and water in you." I groaned and shoved my face back in his chest, holding him tight to me. "I don't wanna get up," I whine. He chuckles as he rubs the back of my head. "I'll bring you breakfast in bed, how's that sound?" "I'm not hungry," I lied, not wanting him to leave the bed. "Olivia, you're being a pain in the ass. You know that?" He laughs.

I found myself giggling knowing that he was right and released my hold on him. He gives me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed to stretch, promptly making his way out to the kitchen. I took the time to check my phone, seeing I had a voicemail from an unknown number. I put the phone to my ear after pressing play, only to laugh after the first two words: "You bitch."

I knew immediately that it was Victoria calling from the hospital, a huge wave of relief washing over me. I then pushed myself into a sitting position as I continued listening. "I can't believe you're not ripping someone's head off to be here with me! Kidding, only kidding. Ow, fuck!" I hear someone else's voice in the background, possibly a nurse. "These bitches are not gentle and super invasive, Liv. Don't get hit by a car. 10/10, would not recommend. Anyway, stop fucking Noah for like a minute and come see me. I was in your life first—you hear that, Noah?! I was hers first! Ugh, fuck, sorry, gotta go bye."

When the voice message ended, I couldn't help the laughter erupting from me, even if it made my headache worse. She was so high on whatever meds they were giving her, she had even less of a filter than usual. For that, I was extremely grateful; I'll take her profanities over her being dead any day.

When Noah returned, he handed me a glass of water and a plate of toast along with two Advil's. "I know it's not much, but I don't think eating anything heavier than that would be a good idea," he explains, taking a seat next to me. I shook my head in dismissal, "No, this is perfect, thank you." I took the medicine first and drank half the water before turning my attention back to his empty hands. "Nothing for you?" "Nah, didn't want the smell of whatever I made for myself to make you sick. I'd prefer not to clean up vomit from my sheets," he says with a wink. I rolled my eyes before taking a bite of the toast, savoring the light spread of peanut butter he slapped on it.

"Oh, I got a call from Vic," I say with my mouth still full. I watched his brows rise in surprise, "Really? How's she doing?" I snort as I remembered the voicemail. "I think she's okay, but definitely high as a kite. She told me to come visit her." "That's great! Did she say when?" I shoved the last bit of toast in my mouth, shaking my head 'no'. He eyes the now empty plate, giving me a playful smirk. "I thought you weren't hungry." I gulped down the rest of the water, washing down the peanut butter that was sticking to the roof of my mouth. "I'm not, I just ate." I try my best to stifle a chuckle. "Smart ass."

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After my hangover mostly dissipated, Noah and I made our way up to the hospital to visit Vic. She looked terrible; her head was bandaged and pretty mangled from hitting the windshield and her left leg was suspended and in a cast. She had minor bumps and bruises scattered over her body, but other than those things, she was alive and well for the most part.

"You look like Hell," I say to her when I walked in, smirking. She gives me a lazy grin, "Yeah, could say the same about you." Noah laughs at her comeback while I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Anyway, how are you feeling?" "Gooood," she giggles, clearly hopped up on morphine. "Doc says I have a pretty bad concussion, a broken tibia...or was it a fibula?" She scrunches her lips trying to jog her memory. "Whatever, broken leg. Oh, and a few cracked ribs. Looks like God had mercy for me." I cringed, "I'm so sorry, Vic. I tried to get here sooner but they wouldn't let me in—" She waves me off, "Pffft, I know the real reason, Liv. Y'all were too busy screwing." "Victoria," I scolded her, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "That is not the case at all!" Noah winks at me with an amused grin while Vic cackles, which made my skin burn even more.

We stayed in her room for a little while to keep her company and took in the information from the doctor when he stepped in. Vic has to stay in the hospital for a few days just to be sure that there weren't any underlying issues. I volunteered to be her primary caretaker once she was to be discharged for the time being until someone in her family was able to come out and help. It was going to be a couple months until she was back on her feet, but that's what best friends are for.

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Taking care of Vic the last few weeks was exhausting, but it was a commitment that I intended to keep. Thankfully, I still had vacation time accrued and was able to use that to stay and look after her until Ricky was able to take over for me. As much as I loved her, I was so relieved to be able to take a night to myself and sleep in my own bed for once. I gave Ricky the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek when I saw him to show my gratitude. I stayed for a little bit to catch up with him and fill him in on the details before I called it a day and headed home.

The first thing that I did when I got home was run a bath. After dropping a bathbomb in, I settled into the water, the warmth immediately lulling me into a relaxed state. I watched the bomb fizz, mesmerized by the blue and red swirls that expelled from it, morphing into a cloud of purple. As I relished the aroma of patchouli and vanilla, I found myself dragging my fingers through the suds, making different designs aimlessly. I never thought that I could enjoy taking baths more than I already do, but now that I could see color, it made it that much more enjoyable.

After soaking until I was basically a prune, I threw a bathrobe on and made my way back to my bedroom. Picking up my phone, I noticed the text I had from Noah.

Noah: have you been relieved from your duty? I chuckled. Me: Indeed. Just got out from taking a bath. He sends me a winking face, which made me roll my eyes. Noah: perfect, put something on that makes you feel good. i'll see you in an hour Me: Wait, what?

After waiting five minutes for a reply I never got, I realized that the clock was ticking and flipped through my closet to find something that 'made me feel good'. Noting it was still fairly warm out, I decided on a black halter top that hugs my chest but flows out comfortably down my midsection. I paired it with black and grey plaid jeans before stepping in front of the mirror to give it a look over.

Satisfied, I put on a light amount of makeup and scrunched up my hair, drying and styling my bangs. Not knowing what he had in mind, I kept everything minimal. When I threw on a pair of shoes, he texted me to let me know he was here. I grabbed my purse and headed out to his car.

"Sooo what are we doing?" I asked once I was situated. "Pick a restaurant, anywhere you wanna go," he replies, giving me a soft smile. I scrunched my brows in curiosity, hesitantly picking Longhorn's. "Longhorn's it is, but first..." he reaches into the side pocket of his door and brandishes the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen. I took it between my index finger and thumb, twirling it around to admire the crisp, blooming red petals; it was picture-perfect. "What's this for?" I asked, bringing it to my nose to breathe in its scent. He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. "Just because."

I grin and bring my leg onto the seat to turn my body towards him. "I don't believe you, but it's beautiful. Thank you," I cup his cheek and lean in to give him a kiss. "Alright, now spill it," I tell him once I break away from him. He chuckles, "Okay, okay. I saw the red and remembered that it's your favorite color and decided to grab it, that's it." I felt a blush crawl across my face, "Aw, that's really sweet of you. You're such a dweeb," I say with a giggle. "I was hoping that I could be your dweeb," he gives me a bashful smile, scratching the back of his head. I smirk, "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" "I uh... I-if that's alright with you," he stammers nervously, a blush forming on his face. "Relax," I reassure him, placing a hand on his cheek again. "I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

He smiled ear to ear, his eyes crinkling in the outer corners with happiness sparkling in them. The pure joy in him made my heart swell with adoration.

-

When Noah told me to order anything and everything that I wanted for dinner regardless of the price, I was a little suspicious. Upon walking into his bedroom, that feeling multiplied as I took in my surroundings. The LED lights he had were set to red, the glow rising from behind his headboard. After he finished going around his room, I saw that he lit a few red candles and even had a little bowl of Dove chocolates on his nightstand—wrapped in red. Shocking.

He makes his way back over to me, placing his hands on my hips and gives me the kindest smile. I locked my hands behind his neck as he pulled me closer to him, planting his lips on mine. Closing my eyes, I melted into his hold, completely enticed by his touch. After a moment, he breaks away from me and puts his forehead to mine, leaving me breathless as I got lost in his gaze.

"What is all this?" I asked, barely audible. "How many days has it been since Vic's accident?" he counters with his own question. I pull my face away from him, shaking my head with confusion. "I don't know, like... three weeks, give or take." "29 days," he corrects me. I chuckled, "Okay, I'm lost. What does that have to do with anything?" "It means you've been sober for 28 days—a whole month. This is in celebration of you, Olivia."

I thought back to the very first day I visited her in the hospital to now, and he was right. I had been so caught up in taking care of her, I didn't even have time to hit a store to buy any booze, being by her side for most of the day. I gasped in realization, tears of joy welling up from him going above and beyond for something so simple.

"Noah, I-I can't believe this," I stammer, trying to hold back a cry. "This is so unnecessary." He wipes away the tears that escaped and rolled down my cheeks, shaking his head, "No, it's necessary. You've done an amazing job taking care of her, which isn't exactly a walk in the park. I'm so proud of you for not having a single drink this entire time." My lips trembled as I absorbed his words, shedding more tears. "Why do all this, though? I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you." He shakes his head, "Nope, stop that. I love you, and you deserve it. End of discussion," he says with a chuckle.

He cups my face with both hands and kisses me before I could deny his statement. I lean into him as he places his hands on my hips again, tangling my fingers into his hair as he deepens our kiss. He begins to walk me backwards, gently laying me down on his bed as our tongues danced around one another. He groans into my mouth, pulling away slightly to trail his lips down my jaw until he reached a spot below my ear that sends a tingle down my spine.

I sigh in pleasure as he delicately nibbles on my skin, one of my hands digging into his scalp as the other gripped his back. He starts to chuckle against my neck, his breath tickling my ear. "Do you want me to stop?" His voice was low, seductive. "No," I whispered after I contemplated in my head for a moment as my heart pounded with anticipation. "Okay," he murmurs, resuming the attack on my neck as he slips a hand under my shirt and trails his fingers slowly up my side.

His large hand palms my breast, his thumb rolling over my now pert nipple, forcing a moan from me. His lips sink lower, down my neck and across my chest before settling between my breasts, blocked by my top. I lift my head up to pull the straps down for him, earning a soft smile in thanks as he pulls my shirt down and takes a nipple in his mouth. The way he leers up at me sends heat to the pit of my stomach alone, nevermind the sensation as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin.

I found myself arching my back, pushing my chest against him as he continued. I could feel his chuckle vibrate through me, still gazing up at me with those dark, mesmerizing eyes. I whimpered when he removed his mouth from me and stood up, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Panting, I sat up and removed my shirt completely before lifting myself on my knees to help him undress.

Once his shirt was open, I ran my hands up his stomach, admiring the ink that I've never seen before; I never expected his entire torso to be covered. I lightly trailed my fingers over his chest, tracing the flowers he had surrounding the couple tattooed in the center of his chest. He hums to the touch. Reaching his shoulders, I pushed his dress shirt off, having it land behind him in a heap. He smirks at me before he takes my face in his hands again, kissing me passionately as I worked on unbuckling his belt.

I fisted his length once his bottoms were off, earning a moan from him. I smirked with amusement when he pulled away and managed to remove my pants as well. He lays me back down, settling his upper body between my legs and kisses the inside of each thigh before reaching my center. I inhale sharply to the sensation of his tongue rolling around my clit and fist his hair, holding him to me.

He slips a finger inside of me, causing me to buck my hips into him. I felt his hot breath swirl around me as he laughed and added another finger inside me, thrusting and curling them in just the right way. "Fuck, Noah," I moaned out much too loud. I was beginning to burn, white hot coursing through me as he kept driving his fingers inside of me. My legs were beginning to shake as I neared my climax, grinding my hips against him as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. It was all over then—the coil that was winding up in me released as a string of moans escaped me, throwing my head back and gripping the sheets. My legs squeezed against his head as I became over stimulated, only to have him push them apart again as he drove out my orgasm with his tongue.

I was in tears by the time he stopped, trying my hardest to catch my breath. He picks his head up and leers at me, his lips glistening with my slick. He licks his lips before he settles his hips between my thighs, planting a hungry kiss to my mouth—I could taste myself as he slipped his tongue in.

In one swift movement, he slowly entered me, groaning into my mouth. I sighed as I adjusted to his girth, him slowly pulling out and sliding back in. "Fuck," he mumbles against my mouth then places his forehead on mine, gazing into my eyes. "You feel amazing." My brain short circuits as he says this, not knowing how to respond—I smiled bashfully.

He continues to slowly rock his hips into mine, taking the time to assess my comfortability before picking up his pace. I yelped when he hit that sweet spot again, having him continue that exact movement, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he knew what he was doing to me. He hikes my right leg up, placing it around his hip, sneaking a hand between us to play with my clit again. "Noah, I—" I fumble with my words, only being able to focus on what he was doing to me. He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath warm as he pants into it. "Come for me," he mumbles. "Again," he growls lowly, thrusting harder as he said it.

I whimpered, his command spinning around and around in my mind as he continued to rub against me, coaxing the second orgasm out of me. I found myself clawing his back as my body trembled underneath him, hearing him hiss as I let out another string of moans.

When I calmed down from my high, he readjusted, pulling my limp body into his lap. His thrusts slow in pace, becoming more sensual as he plants one hand at the small of my back to steady me. His other hand cups my cheek, bringing my face down to his, having our lips meet. He nips my bottom lip after a moment, earning his way back into my mouth with his tongue. As our tongues battled for dominance, I laced my fingers into his hair, holding him to me while I slowly rocked my hips in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lips, letting out a grunt. His movements became sloppy, sporadic as he crushes his lips to mine again, moaning against them as he spilled inside of me. He pants through his nose as he tapered off his thrusts, slowly laying me back down to the mattress, his lips still pressed to mine.

He slips out of me and collapses next to me, promptly rolling to his back to scoop me onto him. I laid my head on his chest and draped an arm over his side, listening to the rhythm of his pounding heart while he tried to slow his breathing. I closed my eyes as I felt him run his fingers through my hair, lulling me into complete relaxation. I couldn’t stop the smile from forming on my face, feeling so happy, so appreciated, so loved. It was incredible, almost unbelievable, what this man has made me feel in just a few short months, but my God, was I more than grateful for all that he has done.

He stretches his arm out to the side and brings it back seconds later, placing something in front of my face. I opened my eyes, seeing one of the Dove heart-shaped chocolates lying on his chest. I chuckled, picking my head up to look at him. He had a smug little smile on his face, his eyes glistening. “Here’s a little piece of my heart,” he states, letting out a tiny laugh. “You are such a dweeb,” I laugh and shake my head as I accepted the chocolate. “Your dweeb.” I grinned, scooting up to give him a quick kiss as I unwrapped the foil from the chocolate. “Mine. And I love him,” I tell him and plop the candy in my mouth.

|Chapter 16|

[yakuzacanons]

Ahhh that "s/o cheats on the characters" was sad but damn so accurate. You do an amazing job of writing the boys! <3

Wanna turn the sadness up a notch? >:] How would they react to s/o's death? (Or, if you're not comfortable with writing about death, maybe how they would react to s/o getting seriously injured.)

I live for the angst!!

Angst hours fr fr, I'm gonna spin it as reacting to an s/o being seriously injured as I wouldn't wanna put the boys through any more deaths than they already deal with. Headcanons below da cut and thanks again for waiting!

Kazuma Kiryu

He's doing his best not to just flip a table over, honestly. Kiryu tries really hard to not fit that yakuza stereotype of unleashing physical anger when he's upset, but he is REALLY upset by the news.

Once the initial reaction of anger cools, Kiryu just feels lost. There are few things he values more than his loved ones and even if you're safe in a hospital and in stable condition, he won't stop worrying about you.

Blames himself for not being there for you. Will sit silently in a chair in your hospital room, head in his hands, just kicking himself. When you wake up, he honestly might cry.

Majima Goro

Immediately starts freaking out. What happened? Who was involved? Whose ass does he need to kick? He'll immediately drop everything and be on his way to wherever you are, probably with all of the Majima Family in tow just in case a fight breaks out.

If police or hospital staff get involved before he does, he will demand answers to his questions. He won't rest until he finds out exactly what went down. He seems irrational during all of this but in actuality he's trying to rationalize everything in his head. He's wondering if something could've been done to prevent this.

Paces outside your hospital door like a watchdog. When you wake up, he'll practically leap to your side, taking your hands into his gloved hands, happily crying out about how glad he is to see you.

Saejima Taiga

The most level headed boy, honestly. When he hears the news, he will be on his way to you immediately, silent and focused. He has his own questions he wants answered but his priority is to make sure you're safe and in a place where you can recover.

Brings you meals in the hospital and even feeds you if your injuries are that serious. Helps you bathe and brings you fresh clothes from home. Always wait until you fall asleep before he does.

It's only when you're healthy enough to start caring for yourself more that he starts investigating what happened and starts to look for answers. He thinks it would be too risky to do so while you're in recovery, as he fears something bad will happen again if he leaves your side to selfishly pursue his own questions.

Akiyama Shun

He's just in shock. Unlike most of the boys, Akiyama is just a civilian so he honestly didn't think much of anything bad would happen to either of you. If he's at work when he gets the news, he'll tell Hana to hold down the office and take care of business while he throws his coat on and rushes out the door.

Very respectful to hospital staff. He knows freaking out won't help anyone, although he is still freaking out internally. Likely won't be able to sleep or eat much the first night after hearing the news.

Will absolutely bring you flowers. Perhaps TOO many flowers. He just wants you to wake up feeling safe and loved. Will also have Hana order you any food you desire for delivery.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's furious he wasn't able to protect you. His police coworkers will honestly have to hold him back from rushing the scene. They know if he saw the condition you were in, he would just burst into tears. Secretly, he knows that too, but he also wants nothing more than to be by your side as soon as he can.

If your injuries were in any way not accidental, you can bet that Tanimura will pull any strings he can at work to make sure he can get to the bottom of whatever happened. Won't rest until he knows you are definitely and entirely safe from harm.

Will totally bring his own blanket, pillow, and toothbrush to the hospital. He's very much like "I'm staying right here!" in your room. Very much your own personal bodyguard during your hospital stay.

Ryuji Goda

Immediately in his private car and on his way to the hospital. Very organized and has some men out looking for answers and a couple of men guarding your room, just in case. Will spend the most to make sure you get the very best treatment.

Chances are, Ryuji's thinking someone did this to get to him and if that ends up being true, revenge is definitely on his mind. However, he will wait to act on it until he knows the full details of what happens and until he knows you're in stable condition.

Brings you lots of soups and teas. Totally believes that warm drinks and warm meals will heal you just as well as modern medicine will. Type of guy to tell you stories until you fall asleep.

Nishikiyama Akira

He is a total and complete mess. A wreck, really. He's not taking the news well at all and is not even trying to hide it at this point. After what he went through with his sister, he can't even begin to fathom the possibility of going through the same thing again with you.

Frantic as hell and honestly is just having a full blown anxiety attack until he knows you're in the clear and will recover. Will absolutely burst into tears when he gets this news and is so happy to know he won't lose you.

Also will cry when he first sees you wake up and might hug you a bit too tight, but it's just because he's genuinely so glad that you're okay. He's also the least likely of the boys to care about revenge or getting answers right away, he just wants you to be safe.

Mine Yoshitaka

He's freaking out about the same amount as Nishiki except he is trying VERY hard to keep it internal. His logical nature means he's going to try to rationalize the panic he's feeling. However, he will absolutely air out his feelings on his punching bag at home.

The most patient boy. If you're in surgery for hours on end, he'll wait in the waiting room without moving. If you're asleep in your hospital room, he's right there with you, nodding off in a chair. Refuses to leave your side.

Puts all of his work on hold until he knows you're awake and safely recovering. His secretary will try to gently push him to call people back only for him to just turn his phone off. Work can wait.

Daigo Dojima

Blames himself more than anything. He's always felt in his gut that his lifestyle and work would one day gets his loved ones hurt. He can only hope this was an accident and that you didn't get put in harm's way simply by being with him. He ultimately feels selfish and like he wasn't good enough to protect you.

If your injuries were intentionally caused by someone looking to harm Daigo, he has the whole Tojo Clan on the case. Meanwhile, he'll personally see to it that you get the best care, the best room in the hospital, the works.

Once you're well enough to go home, he's practically your maid. Will do anything for you and get you anything you need. For a while, he probably will refuse to let you go anywhere without him because he fears something bad will happen if he's gone.

Tatsuo Shinada

A blubbering mess. He's just some writer who used to be a baseball player, why the hell would anything like THIS ever happen to someone like him? He has no idea what to do except sit in the hospital room and wait nervously, probably bouncing his leg or biting his nails.

Bursts into tears the first time he sees how bad your injuries on. It isn't that he finds you disgusting or anything like that, he's just so heartbroken to see you in so much pain. He honestly won't be able to speak for the first few hours once the news breaks.

Type of guy to hold your hand while you're laying in your hospital bed. Will totally fall asleep sitting in a chair with his hand still in yours, his head resting against the edge of your bed. Brings his laptop on his hospital visits so he can work while in the room with you so he can pay your hospital bills as best as he can.

[xtinyslip]

‘  you’re a pain my ass,  you know that?  ’

"don't complain. who else would steal half your lunch if it wasn't for me?" grinning, already eating half of logan's sandwich because uhhhh… matt didn't usually have a minute to sit and chat. let alone, go out and get food from the canteen or find the time to get back to his locker to eat. "small recommendation for next time? peanut butter jelly is one of my favorites." the hospital was basically his life. matt spent the majority of the time there, and now his brother was back? he was spending even more time at work. hey, it was a great distraction and it was the ONLY thing that helped clear his head and he was going to need a clear head to sort through this mess. @fcrafcrtnight

[griefabyss69]

07 hot mug please

Hot mug is something I started back before I even published my first fic on AO3 - it was originally a vent fic about being too broke to eat and turned into a "Steve is taking care of Eddie post-Vecna" fic with a fun little twist. My writing wasn't nearly as coherent back then and so while I have 8K in this fic, I need to rewrite it from the ground up to make it into something I can continue writing and finished. I haven't visited this fic in MONTHS, the last time I even touched it was in September and that was to rename it to my current organizational system. I love it, even if it needs some work <3 A big snippet of it, a fully coherent scene and everything: (contains: canon level injuries, painkillers, hospital mentions, rated like T for that stuff)

The first mug of coffee he has after getting ripped apart by the horrible (cool ass) bats in the horrible (sick) alternate dimension is at Steve Harrington's house.

Freshly released from a rushed hospital stay in an underground bunker, forced into Steve's guest room by circumstance and because Steve had been roped into being his nurse of all fucking things, he sat in Steve's kitchen. The stool at the island counter was completely unsupportive and so he mostly just slouched onto his elbows, trying to keep the pressure off of his injuries, but apparently if he popped a stitch or two then Steve could just fix it right up.

The bunker hospital was so much worse than Steve's house – as creepy as it is at night, like he's in the world's most boring art gallery after closing – but at least they had trained medical professionals there.

Hunched over the hot mug clutched in his hands, groggy in a way he never really feels, both the pain and the painkillers making him slow and still, he brings his face down into the steam. He took it black, just like he does at home (wherever the fuck that is now), but he's not sure if he even wants to drink it. He's had this feeling since he first woke up that anything he eats or drinks will just leak out of his sides, even though the doctors told him that the damage to his organs hadn't been so bad. He was all fixed, everything working just fine apparently, but he still checks his bandages after meals for signs of anything weird.

Inhaling the steam with a slow, deep breath makes him feel even sleepier, and his head starts to nod forward, making him jolt when the world tilts a bit.

"Don't fall asleep in that, you'll drown."

Steve sounds wide awake, full of life, almost chipper. Like a sitcom mom making eggs for her family. Eddie's mind supplies the laugh track.

"I'll grow gills," he mumbles, forcing himself to sit up straighter. He can't tell if he's blushing through the general haze he's in, but Steve's barely looking at him, spreading some jam on toast.

He watches Steve's hands as his own clench around the mug even tighter. The burn of it on his skin almost satisfies whatever the back of his mind is doing, the itching and gnawing in his muscles. The heat doesn't compare to the feeling of ambient warmth that he feels when Steve gets close, helping him change his bandages or look over all of his demonic body modifications, but he always takes what he gets.

"Eat this, I'll make you some real food in a while," Steve says, a plate with the toast on it in his hands, then on the counter in front of him. Steve and his hands go back to where he's making more toast, watching Eddie while he waits for it to pop up. "I just need to get groceries, it's been a while."

Eddie doesn't say anything, his sides throbbing even as his brain seems to get fuzzier. He woke up with the alarm that he had set to take more painkillers, and so he took more painkillers, but so far they're just killing his ability to think. He knows he wants to drink his coffee and eat the toast that Steve (lovingly, for sure) made for him, but all he does is watch Steve's hands. He doesn't know how to unstick himself to use his own.

His eyelids blink slowly and he feels like the air is swimming around him.

"Eddie?" Steve's good at staying calm, or sounding like he is anyway, even as he rushes over to get his hands on Eddie's shoulders, that beautiful warmth almost pressed up against his back. He's radiant with it, and despite the hot coffee, Eddie feels pretty cold.

Another slow blink, this time it feels like it takes forever and all of his energy to open his eyes again.

When he does, the world is tilting a lot more, with Steve's arms around him, supporting him as he carefully lays him out on the floor. Hands gentle on him, Eddie tries to keep watching them, checking his bandages for blood. One of the hands goes up to his periphery and brushes some of his hair aside to check his pulse. The other comes to hover over his mouth and for a second Eddie thinks Steve is going to cover it, like he wants to shut him up.

But he doesn't, Eddie doesn't really get what he's doing, but he seems satisfied after a minute and now Steve has his hands back to himself, fingers drumming nervously.

"Can you speak?"

Eddie can. He knows how, is super great at it. His mastery of words and ability to manipulate the world around him with his presentation of them is one of his greatest skills. He opens his mouth to inform Steve of this, figuring out how to make things move through the haze, ready to pretend he's offended to get Steve to stop looking so serious, but all that comes out is a reedy groan.

"Right. I'm taking you to the hospital. I'll be back in ten seconds, stay awake."

Steve disappears for, Eddie counts, seven missisisisipii's. He forgets how to spell it, but remembers how it sounds. He's got the cord from the kitchen's phone stretched over to where he crouches beside him, listening to the line ring.

Eddie knows he should’ve still been in the hospital, there's been a gut feeling from the moment they told him he was being discharged, but he doesn't want to go back. He'll never admit it to anyone but the place is scary, an eerie place like how in a horror movie a haunted house looks normal until the brand new family is all moved in. At least the Upside Down was honest about it.

[paisholotus]

Chapter 1

January 4th, 1996. New York City

Lana's Pov

My alarm started blaring as I sighed and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. I'm not a morning person; I don't understand how folks can get up ready to go with smiles on their faces. Don't get me wrong, I'm an optimistic person, but I can't handle mornings.

 

I hit my alarm and sat up on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall. I need to sit on my bed for at least five minutes to collect my thoughts and make sure this shit is real. I finally get up and stretch, making my back snap. I swear, my body shouldn't sound like I've worked all my damn life at the ripe age of 15.

 

I normally have to get up about 7 a.m. for school, which starts at 9. I attend a private school in the Bronx and live in Brooklyn Brownstone. It normally takes about 30 minutes, although it can take longer on bad days.

 

But today, I wasn't going to school because it was my best friend's birthday. My best friend Jack Dawson turned 16 today, so I decided to surprise him and spend the day with him. He lives in Manhattan and attends a Catholic school, which I hate for him. Not because it's a Catholic school, but because it's simply a bad school. The school is packed with perverse teachers and asshole kids.

 

We've been best friends since I was four and Jack was five. He has a sister named Summer, who I am also best friends with. Despite the fact that they don't have as much as I do, I still treat them the same. We tell each other everything, particularly what happens within their home.

 

Their father is really abusive to them; I mean, the guy is a fucking dick to his wife and children. Mama Marry is like a second mother to me; she is very sweet and caring. She and my mother are also best friends. But Harry, that's that fucker's name, hates my family. He despises me every time I visit. So I try to come over when he is not around. 

 

Harry supposedly lost his job and is now completely out of control. I mean, he was always a little mean but never disrespectful to me or my family; now he beats Jack and Summer, and occasionally Mary when she intervenes, which happens all the time.

 

When I'm there, he'll curse at me and tell me, "to take my ass home." He's called me fat before, and my father and him had a fist fight about it. So now he'll just yell, "Go home," since he doesn't want dat ass whooped again.

 

Mary is a registered nurse at the hospital. She practically makes all the money, plus has to come home and cook for her kids and a ain't shit ass husband who would hit her if dinner ain't on time. 

 

The many times I'll sit on the phone with Jack and Summer listening to them cry or yell, shit anything they feel like, all because of their sorry ass dad. Harry has even told them that he hates them, and that shit breaks my heart. Because, what parent says that to their kids? I honestly think Mary is scared to put him out because, even though she's making the money, his name is on everything. So he has the right to that apartment, so if they choose to leave Mary wouldn't have anywhere to go. 

 

I stepped out of the shower and changed into my clothes, thinking about what I should do with my hair. I want to get braids soon because I'm tired of doing my hair every fucking morning. Every time I remove this bonnet, the back of my head looks like a flat ass pancake. Having thick, curly hair is both a blessing and a curse.

 

I chose to go half up, half down, slicking my edges and adding a few curly strands beside my head to frame my face. I know my family is already downstairs. Not gon hold you; I'm always the one who takes the longest to leave the house. But, hey, that's not my fault. Because who finna leave the house, looking like nobody cares about me? Shiid, try someone else. 

 

I have two older siblings and a baby sister. My older brother Trey, then my older sister Ciara, and finally my baby sister Stella. They were all eating at the table, and I went around it, kissing Stella's head while looking at the food they had saved me.

 

"Dang, big back community, y'all gave me the crumbs." I said, fixing my plate and laughing. "Then, give me your plate, since yo little ass wanna complain." My mother said, playfully, attempting to take my plate.

 

"Right, because who are you calling big?" My father asked, causing everyone to stop. "You big nigga that's who." Ciara said, making us bust out laughing. He poked his finger at her, trying not to laugh, and said, "Aye, watch your damn mouth!"

 

"Lana, are you going to see your little boyfriend?" Trey asked, making me glare at him. "Sir, how many times do I have to tell you that he is not my man? Okay? We are just friends, best friends." He stuck his hands up, backing off, and went back to eat his food. 

 

"Lay, how long are you going to deny your feelings for that boy? It's not like he'll reject you. You know that boy likes you; y'all have been up each other's noses since y'all were kids." My mama said, putting her plate in the sink.

 

"Ma, I'm not trying to ruin the relationship we already have. I mean, what if he doesn't see me like that, and I tell him I have feelings, and then it'll become weird? Jack trusts me as a friend, and I'd rather value that than mess up something great." I said quietly, looking down at my plate. 

 

She nodded her head and crossed her arms, smiling at me. "I respect that. But you honestly never know until you try. And I have a very strong feeling that he feels the same." She said, kissing my head. "Ight, y'all, I gotta go to work, behave at school, and love you all." She says, kissing my dad and blowing us kisses. 

 

As my dad finished his food and set his plate in the sink, "Okay, Lay, I'm going to head out too. I have to take Ella to daycare, I would take you to Jack's, but I don't want to be late." He picked up Stella and got her ready so they could go.

 

My father is a doctor who works at the downtown hospital. My mother runs Flavor Magazine, her own magazine publishing company, as an editor and publisher. My aunt runs the other one in Chicago. "It's okay, he's not that far anyway." I stepped away from the kitchen table and placed my dish in the sink. Ciara and Trey have already left, so, I'm going to leave the house now. I grabbed Jack's presents off the sofa, walking out the house.

[hag-o-hags]

There's a trainer in my area who's apparently considered a ~wonderworker~ with Problem Dogs. My friend took her boy to this lady's program and came back with

Detailed instructions for using the shock collar

Spray bottle

Wand of Rolled Up Newspaper

Bigger issue with defensiveness over the dog's behavior, reactivity, and needs than before

NOW, this poor boy won the Behavioural Issues Lottery

(weened at 4 weeks)

(because his dam was too young and trying to kill her litter)

(herding dog mix)

(first 13ish months living mostly in an apartment)

(mom works in the hospitality industry so schedule and stability for dog is NOT GREAT!)

(several issues with VERY BAD pet sitters) (all relatives of mom or other mom) (moms were furious and none of those people are allowed to be alone with EITHER dog)

so like. I'm not at all gonna pretend like this kiddo doesn't have some pretty bad issues. I've been on the receiving end of his warnings a couple times, but he was warning me -- very clear visual snarl that he didn't want me near the barrier that he was behind (kennel once, pet gate once). I backed off and we were immediately cool. I got some sniffs when we were back on the same side of the gate.

And that's my thing with this boy. He's got Needs. Me too man, I'm right there with you.

I'm pet sitting right now, and in all honesty, all we're doing is hanging out. Nobody's getting redirected beyond "don't jump on me, and quit mouthing my sleeve". We had one incident of Misdemeanor Countersurfing and Resource Guarding with Intent. And I know -- I know -- how scary and intimidating it is to be on the receiving end of a reactive dog's warning! Second Mom is very scared of trying to take food from him and they have a whole protocol that uses the Wondertrainer's techniques.

But all he needed to give up the forbidden food was a normal ass dog biscuit. Swapsies, nabbed the remains, reactivity back to zero.

This dog, not least because of Our Lady of Aversion Training, is treated like a live grenade and the moment something SLIGHTLY bad happens, oh god no, klaxons, strobing lights, women and children to the lifeboats first.

He's not, though, he's just a boy who has had ALL his boundaries and communication ignored, and people are stressed out AT him. All the time. I'm sitting outside writing this, and the dogs run up, get up in my business hoping that this is a Sharing Doughnut I've got here (NOPE!!!!!) We started this weekend with him kinda sorta being okay with some ear scritches after he gave my hand a good sniff. This morning he wasn't fully sure about me initiating head pets, but he communicates that super clearly if you know what you're looking at. I'd offer, he'd get tense, I'd back off, and WHAT DO YOU FUCKIN KNOW. Now he running up and shoving his head into my elbow for pets.

BECAUSE IT WASN'T A BIG DEAL WHEN HE TOLD ME NO. Nothing he can do can make me freak out, so HE'S not gonna freak out.

Super bonus, I've been working on muzzle desensitizing with him as well, because right now the method is Mom And Only Mom Traps Him And Tough Tits If You Miss The First Time, Call The Vet to Say We'll Be Really Really Late. Which. Mmrg. Muzzle was a requirement to attend the Wonderclasses, which I get, it's a basket muzzle, we want everyone to stay safe. I guess the instructions were "Bring the dog muzzled and shock collared and be prepared to zap him if he gets aggressive or out of line." (FUCKIN. WHAT ARE PEOPLE PAYING THIS LADY FOR. JESUS FUCKING. SHRIEK.) (I mean where even is the fucking spray bottle in this hierarchy? FUCK.)

Anyway, boyo does not care if I walk around with the muzzle, will HAPPILY eat peanut butter off a plate with the muzzle ... this is a very, very teachable dog. He's not a live grenade, he's like. At WORST a firework. If you're a moron and you fuck around, sure. Finding out may involve losing your arm. But MAYBE you shouldn't have been fucking around that hard and engaged your giant primate brain for 12 seconds. Don't try to douse a fire with gasoline maybe?