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sailorkamino · 2 years

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Hospital Bed Confessions

relationships: jake lockley x fem!reader, established marc spector x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 2k

summary: As long as Jake can remember he's only had Marc and Steven to protect - then you came into the picture. Jake is scared to admit just how much you mean to him until you're injured, then he can no longer hide his feelings.

warnings: car accident/hospitalization/injuries, protective (but soft) jake, referenced childhood abuse, non sexual showering together, little bit of jealous!jake, jake has never been in a healthy/loving relationship and it shows.

translations: cariño- dear, princesa- princess, mi vida- my life, muñeca- doll

‘Has Y/N sent her home text yet?’ Steven asks from his reflection in Gus’ II’s and Gil’s fish tank. Jake looks away from the TV, “her what?” His alter looks annoyed, ‘you know what I’m talking about. The text She sends everynight to tell us she got home safe.’

Jake sighs dramatically picking up their shared phone. When he sees the late time illuminated on the screen something twists in his gut. Ever since you started dating Steven, and later Marc, you would send daily texts to whoever was fronting. The amount would vary depending on your workload but there were always three constants: good morning, I’m home, good night.

Jake clenches his jaw. He tells himself he’s being irrational, clingy even. He tries to keep his voice even when he responds. “No, but she said she was working late.”

This time it’s Marc that speaks up. ‘She should definitely be home by now. Call her.’

“You two are so dramatic,” he grumbles, although he was about to do that anyway. You don’t answer. Jake tries to ignore the worry churning in his gut. You’re an adult, you don’t need him hovering, but something feels off. Marc and Steven are pestering him to go to your flat but he barks at them in Spanish, trying to gather his own thoughts. A notification has them all freezing.

Jake takes only a moment to read the message before an unreadable expression flickers across his face. He bolts out of the flat, leaving his altars in the dark. If you heard the way he was yelling at the cabbie to hurry up you would be pissed but manners are the last thing on his mind. Once the car comes to a stop he throws some money (including a tip because he’s not a monster) at the poor driver before jumping out.

He’s practically running through the hallways, ignoring the poor doctors and nurses dodging his path. Finally he finds the room. He bursts through the door but the sight before him makes him freeze. He’s seen, and done, many violent things but seeing you hurt is something he’ll never forget.

You peer at him for a moment, taking in the unfamiliar stance and the way he holds his jaw, before a tired smile spreads across your cut lips, “Jake.” He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and approaches your bed. His hands clench by his sides. He wants to touch you, reassure himself that you’re here, but he’s afraid of hurting you worse. “You should see the other guy,” you joke. He doesn’t laugh, eyes becoming impossibly darker.

“What happened?”

You blink slowly at him. You know Jake is incredibly protective but you had never witnessed it towards you. Jake has always kept you at arms length so to speak. You would text some whenever he was fronting but he woukd mostly just tell you about Marc and Steven. He didn’t seem to realize that you cared about him just as much, and wanted to get to know him too.

“I don’t know, it happened so fast. I was driving home, I saw headlights then just… pain.” You wince at the memory.

His gaze is much softer now. “Are you in pain now, cariño?”

The pet name has you grinning, despite how sore your face is. “Some, but not too bad. They have me on a lot of drugs.” His eyes travel your scratched and bruised form. He wonders how many more injuries he can’t see and clenches his jaw. “Where are you hurt?”

You hesitate for a moment, knowing he won’t like the answers. “Umm my back is sprained, broken ribs, whiplash, and a concussion… plus I have some cuts but it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Your attempts to soften the blow do nothing as he curses in Spanish (which is actually really sexy but now is not in the time.) His brows are furrowed in concentration and you can only assume Steven and Marc are griping in his head.

You brush your fingers against his in an attempt to calm him down. He looks down to see you weakly grabbing his rougher hand, effectively making his heart stutter. “Fuck, you’re cold,” he hisses, gently running his thumb over your chilled skin. He lets go of your hand (much to your disappointment) so he can remove his jacket and drape it over your body. You breathe in the familiar cologne that all the boys wear, snuggling into the leather.

“Thank you, Jakey.”

He shakes his head at the nickname as he takes a seat in the plush chair beside your bed. You turn your head to look at him playfully. “You know this isn’t how I imagined our first date.” He scoffs in response, "this isn’t our first date." You feel the sting of rejection and consider hiding under his jacket to cry a little but then he takes your hand in his (where it belongs, in your humble opinion.)

"Once you're better I’ll take you somewhere real nice, okay? But you have to heal up first.”

Your heart rises from where it had fallen in the pit of your stomach to flutter in your chest. “I’d like that,” you hum. Your gaze travels to your interlaced fingers, thinking about your words carefully. “To be honest, I didn’t even think you liked me.”

‘Nice going, locker,’ Marc seethes mentally. ‘You hurt her feelings.’

Jake ignores him as usual. “Oh princesa,” he sighs deeply, “I’ll admit at first I didn’t trust you. Nothing personal, I just didn’t want Marc or Steven to get hurt. But then I saw the way you treated them and I started falling for you too.”

This time his altars are quiet. Your voice is soft when you ask, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know how. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never cared about someone the way I care about you. And you seemed so happy with them.”

Your heart melts at his confession. You’re not naive. You know Jake has a dark side. He’s the manifestation of anger and resentment Marc felt as an abused child, but he’s also a protector. “We’re lucky to have you,” you softly confess.

He looks at you in awe for a moment before you notice his lip slightly quivering. He bows his head but you can still tell he’s holding back tears. “Oh baby,” you coo softly, wanting nothing more than to wrap him in your arms and hold him against your chest, or even wipe his wet cheeks, but your injured back and sides won’t allow it.

‘You deserve to be happy too, mate,’ Steven pipes up, only making his eyes burn more. ‘Yeah man, stop shutting her out. She cares about you,’ Marc adds.

“Are you okay?”

He nods slowly, his altar’s words echoing in his mind. “Sorry princesa, I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m glad you can be open with me.”

He looks at you with so much adoration it makes you shy. Then he gently kisses the back of your hand, “I should probably let Marc and Steven talk to you. They’re worried sick.”

“Okay, but only if you promise to visit me again, amor.”

He grins at the sound of you using his first language. “I promise, mi vida.”

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Within a few days you’re released from the hospital. Your boyfriends insists on staying with you until you’re better.

“Alright muñeca, bed or couch?” Jake asks. “What about shower? I smell like the hospital.” You counter, leaning into his solid chest. His arm flexes around your waist as he leads (practically carries) you into the bathroom. “Do you need help, princesa?” He asks. You nod shyly.

You lean against the counter as he gingerly pulls your baggy shirt over your head, leaving your chest bare (you learnt quickly that broken ribs and bras don’t mix.) “There’s my beautiful girl,” he coos. You grin bashfully, looking away as he kneels in front of you to pull down your sweatpants and underwear, leaving a gentle kiss on your hip. “Jake!” You protest shyly with heated cheeks as he stands in front of you.

“Sorry mi vida, couldn’t resist. This is my first time undressing you, after all.” He smirks before ducking into the shower to turn it on. He strips himself before wrapping his large arms around you to help you in the shower. You let out a happy sigh as the warm water hits your sore body

“Stand still so I can wash you,” he instructs, reaching for your fruity body wash. “Wait,” you interrupt, making him freeze. “Can you use yours? I like smelling like you guys,” you sheepishly admit. It’s quiet for a moment, and you’re worried you weirded him out, when his lips brush against your ear,

“Marc wants you to know that that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.”

You grin at his words, trying to ignore the goosebumps left in their wake. “Tell Marc he’s cuter.”

“Alright, alright, enough flirting through me.”

You bring one of Jake's large hands to your mouth, pecking his knuckles. “Aw baby, don’t be jealous. You know I don’t play favorites with my boys.”

Jake smiles so big it makes his eyes crinkle. Suddenly belonging to someone doesn’t seem so bad, especially when they belong to you too. He wordlessly kisses your neck and reaches for their body wash. You giggle to yourself but it turns into a gasp when he puts the cold loofah on your back. “Did I hurt you?” He asks worridley, movements stilling. You shake your head softly, “no, I’m ok, just surprised me. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

Once he’s washed your back and shoulders he helps you turn around to face him. He runs the loofah over your front, being extra careful of your broken ribs. He places intermittent kisses across your face and forehead to distract you from any discomfort, mumbling apologizes against your damp skin.

After you’re cleaned off he helps you out of the shower, running a fluffy towel across your body to dry you off. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, mi vida,” he coos as he walks you to your room and sits you on your bed. He grabs you some underwear then moves to your closet.

“What do you wanna wear?”

You immediately point to your favorite stolen item of clothing. “The black jumper.”

Jake takes it off its hanger, examining it closely. “Is this Steven’s?”

“Mhmm, I always take his clothes.” You confess as he lays it on the bed beside you.

“Well Steven isn’t the one who just helped you shower but by all means,” he grumbles to himself as he helps you pull up your panties. You playfully roll your eyes at his childness. “I already told you, baby, I don’t play favorites, it’s just that Stevie wears the comfiest shirts. And besides, I don’t have any of your clothes yet.”

“Oh, so now he’s Stevie?”

“I tried to call you Jakey and you said you didn’t like it.”

“I was lying! Obviously!”

You scoff at his unprecedented jealousy. “Just get in bed, Jakey. I want to watch Encanto.”

____

A few Disney movies later Jake leaves to get you dinner and feed Gus II and Gil. When he comes back he’s bearing gifts.

“This one’s from me,” he explains proudly, presenting an oversized Yankees shirt. “And this piece of trash is from Marc,” he groans comically, presenting a Chicago shirt. You giggle at his dramatics, making him smile proudly.

“Oh and the flowers were Steven’s ideas but I picked out the type,” he adds on, holding out a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. If your body wasn’t in so much pain you’re sure your heart would be beating out of your chest cartoon style.

“I have the best boyfriends ever.”

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Favourite Patient

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

Requested I don't exactly know how to leave a request but I'm assuming I'm just supposed to comment. I was wondering if you could do one about Y/n being a patient at the hospital. I don't know what would happen but I just think it would be cool. ❤️

I sat on the bed, pouting.

I wanted to go home, I thought all of this was stupid.

Merely an overreaction.

"This is dumb."

"Y/n!" My mother snapped at me across the room,

"It is!"

"Will you please just let the doctor look over you,"

"Can I go home when he tells you there's nothing wrong with me?"

"If he says so then yes."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes,

Soon enough the door opened to one of the doctors, the younger one, I hadn't met him yet, and frankly I didn't want to.

"Good Afternoon, you must be Miss Y/l/n," He smiled at me,

"Umm."

"Alright, well going on then?" He asked sitting on the bed,

I glared a little and moved my leg to put some space between us "Nothing,"

"Nothing?"

"Y/n!" My mother snapped, "Tell the doctor."

"There's nothing wrong with me, I'm not wasting his time."

"That's very sweet of you," He smiled, "But tell me anyway, I'd rather you waste five minutes of my time to tell me you have a tummy ache than not tell me it's something serious."

"It's nothing." I sighed,

"Oh for-" My mother began before she simply told him what was wrong with me,

"Ah... that is serious." He said sounding concerned,

"Oh for no! it's not that serious really." I complained

"If you wouldn't mind waiting outside Mrs Y/l/n,"

"Yes doctor" She nodded as she took her bag and left, leaving me alone with this doctor.

For a moment neither of us spoke merely engaging in a staring contest, which I had to look away from first. Which only made him smirk.

"Is that true?"

"No, I-"

"Is it. true?"

"Yes." I sighed,

"Alright, I'll need to keep you in for a week under observation we haven't had any change in that time then I'll give you a full exam-"

"No, you bloody well will not."

"Yes. I will. and if I find what I'm gonna be honest I'm already suspecting then you'll need surgery."

"Ohh for- It's not that bad really."

"If you do. and you don't have surgery you'll die."

"and if I don't? If I don't and you being overly cautious put me through a surgery I do not need."

"Miss Y/l/n. Surgery is expensive, time-consuming, dangerous, I'm not going to put you through a surgery you don't need." He said, "But as a doctor, I can't let you walk out of here with the knowledge there could be a literal bomb inside you waiting to go off." He snapped, "Now. Miss Y/l/n, Let me investigate. Please."

"Fine." I snapped,

"Good girl," he smiled, he took some tools and did a very basic check of things "Yes as I suspected. But we still need to keep you in to be sure." He said

"And if I don't want to stay?"

He glared a little as he moved away, "Then legally speaking I can handcuff you to the bed, so are you staying willingly or am I getting the keys?"

"Fine."

"Good girl," he smiled, "I get this feeling you're very quickly going to become my favourite patient" He winked, "Name for the paperwork?"

"Y/n."

"A very beautiful name, Dr Dawkins. I'll be checking in on you daily and I'll make sure the nurse gives you lots of fluids and a comfy pillow" He smiled, "I'll see you later y/n."

He took his things and left the room to explain things to my mother, I just huffed and pouted angrily.

I had been here for three days and already I was bored out of my mind, every day Dr. Dawkins would pop in and check up on me sometimes even more than that but still I was just pouting and complaining wanting to go home,

"Aww, There's my favourite patient." He smiled as he arrived at my room, "Hi Y/n."

"Hello Dr Dawkins,"

"I brought you a present?"

"What?" I rolled my eyes,

"Ah ah. No. you don't get your present until you smile."

I sighed and forced a smile, "Good girl," He smiled coming fully inside my room, "Extra jelly," he enticed setting an extra jelly cup on my table,

"I thought it was one a day that's the rules?"

"It is, but... Between you and me." He winked, "I snagged it for you when I went past the kitchens" He smiled,

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome, anything to cheery that grumpy butt up" He laughed, "Now. any change?"

"Nope."

"Anything at all?"

"Nope."

"Alright, I might have to check you again."

"Again!"

"I need to check. if nothing improves I am going to have to book you in for surgery and you know both of us don't want that,"

"Fine." I sighed letting him check again, for what felt like the tenth time in three days.

"Alright, rest up I'll come back and see you before bed."

"Alright." I sighed,

"Good girl," he smiled before he left again.

I had been here now for six days and I was only getting angrier and angrier, I didn't want to be here, but he knew I had been trying to just walk out so make sure to look my door, I didn't want surgery and I knew he'd make me get it so I was attempting to climb out the window of my room, but just as I got halfway out, He opened the door.

"Are you breaking out?"

"...no,"

"so what are you doing then?"

"...Yes. I was."

"Go on then." He smirked leaning on my bed,

"I may have misjudged this."

"You think? attempting to escape out a third-story window?"

"I was going to walk across the ledge and go down the drainpipe."

"And in your condition that would certainly be a marvel,"

"Ohh shut up Doctor."

"You want help getting back in?"

"No. I'm fine."

"climbing out the window is not getting you out of surgery y/n. I know where you live we will just pick you up and bring you back."

"Who said I was going home?"

He rolled his eyes and came over picking me up and putting me back in bed, "stay." He demanded before going and locking my window, "You really are my favourite patient. even if you annoy the hell out of me." He smiled, "Now, get some rest I've booked your surgery in for tomorrow morning."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Do I really have to?"

"Yes." He laughed, "I'll be gentle I promise" he smiled before he headed out again.

I hated doing this but I had little of a choice, I was taken to the theatre and laid on a table with Dr. Dawkins over me.

"You alright?" He asked,

"Not really..."

"I know it's scary, But I promise I won't hurt my favourite patient." he smiled "Just go to sleep and I promise when you wake up this will all be over." He reassured kissing my forehead before gently resting the mask on my face, I slowly breathed it in and the world darkened until I slipped into sleep.

I woke in the little hospital bed, tucked up tightly in the covers, with Dr Dawkins sitting in the chair beside my bed watching over me. "Awww, Hello. How's my favourite patient?"

"everything hurts."

"It will for a while," he smiled, "but it's all over. all done. you're all better."

"Really?"

"yeah all done, you can stay here a couple more days to rest up and check for infection."

"Okay," I nodded,

"Okay? no arguing?"

"No."

"Good girl," He smiled holding my hand

"You waited for me to wake up?"

"Of course I did, I have to take care of my favourite patient." He smiled, "I'll be right here until you're all better" he smiled.

"You mean it?"

"I promise," he smiled kissing my cheek "Get some rest y/n."

"Thank you, Dr. Dawkins."

"you can just call me Jack, y/n."

I blushed a little, "Thank you, Jack,"

"You're welcome, Sweetheart." He smiled,

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cherryredstars · 7 months

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HELLO BABE !!

just wanted to say CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS/CHERRYS

Umm I just wanted to request something hmm oh yea I saw an firefighter!Miguel

so firefighter!Miguel x bookworm!Reader (fem) miguel ohara age: 32,reader age :29

(reader appearance: wears big circles glasses and usual wear oversized shirts or hoodie,and baggy pants)

Where reader was reading one of the newest book she find interesting in the huge library she come almost everyday if not working,as she sitting down in her usual spot in the library,no ones knows who put the fire,or how the fire come inside the library,as she didn't notice the fire coming,if it wasn't for miguel saving her life (reader was the one last surviver),the only thing she saw was him,and how he voice helped her through the fire,even when she thought she was going to die,she woke up in an hospital bed,the nurses said that miguel Ohara was the one who saved her,and after that she at least wanted to give him something for saving him,at first he was rude and bit annoyed by her,and telling her to leave and that he was other things that more important,but that didn't stop the poor bookworm! Reader,she would come to the firefighter place a d give them sweets and others,but she could give miguel an special hand craft scarf for him with his logo,he just grabbed it and went to his firefighters dorm room ( i just learned that firefighters have their own dorm room like their own section for them),she was an happy that he becoming more open with her,little by little miguel becoming more comfortable with his little bookworm,enjoying when she speaks about the latest series of her favorite author,loving her voice when she reads him her favorite books to him,when he get the chance too,his close friend notice that this 6'9 gaint seem to be more eager to come to work,and if you looked at his eyes there an spark in his eyes,whenever he see you with that cheerful smile

IDK I wanted an fluff but AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1K and also I fine with waiting however you like for this one,this was just an thought lingering in my head,if you want you could put this into an fic 😅

ANYWAY HAVE AN GREAT DAY

Pairing: Firefighter!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fires and Hospitals

Summary: Food is a way to a man’s heart, they say.

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

They say it was caused by a sparking outlet.

A collection of those hot sparks strong enough to catch on the worn down fibers of the carpet, traveling along the floor and building on the glossy wooden shelves and aged pages of paper. Pages and binding glue and wood charring and giving off heavy exhaust. Creating heat that felt like you were nearing the sun naked. The rundown building and its almost non-existent sprinkler system was no match for the roaring fire.

You hadn’t seen it, too absorbed over the inked pages to notice the hazy cloud making its way to the back of the library. Your headphones playing soft tones just loud enough to block out the sound of panicked steps from the very few patrons studying in the late hours. It wasn’t until the smoke started to thicken, a sputtering cough leaving your lips. You had ignored the first few coughs, massaging your throat to try to soothe it of the sudden ache and dryness. Until it wouldn’t stop, a difficulty to breath started to build in your lungs as your arm came around your nose and mouth.

The smoke had swirled menacingly above you, a sense of clueless panic embodying your frame as an orange glow started to burn your way. You had looked frantically for a way out, finding it almost impossible in the darkening smog. You were sure you were done for, tears building up in your eyes from either the smoke or your fear. You were on the verge of passing out, knees buckling when a strong arm had wrapped around you and picking up your body effortlessly. Your vision had started to blur and darken at the edges, finally giving in when the first burst of fresh air entered your lungs.

When you had woken up at the hospital, you were glad to find you had only inhaled too much smoke. You were cleared quickly, discharged with a teasing warning to not get too lost in your books again and a small scolding about how lucky you were that the local fire department captain was there to save you. You had bashfully thanked them, already forming a plan in your head to pay back the brave firemen for saving you.

You had showed up a few days later, nervously holding a tray of baked sweetness. A kind fireman had guided you inside, bringing you to the small department kitchen to place the tray down. The firemen had thanked you graciously for the sweets, making jokes that you should get caught up in fires more often if this was their thanks. You had laughed along kindly, getting swept up in conversation with some of the younger men until someone had called out the word captain.

You had quickly looked over, seeing a tanned skin giant. He had a furrowed brow, his thick hair slightly messed up from his helmet. His eyes had instantly darkened when he had seen you start to approach. You had grown shy over his attention, muttering out a small thanks for rescuing you. His jaw had ticked then before going into rant about how irresponsible you were, how you should be more observant about your surroundings. A flaming flush had overcome your face as the rest of the crew had stopped their idle chatting at the sound of their chief’s booming voice. You had fidgeted nervously, pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie and resisting the urge to reach up and adjust your glasses as everyone watched you get chewed out.

When he was done, you had meekly agreed and added in a softer tone that you had left some homemade treats in the little kitchenette for him and the rest of the crew. He had instantly felt bad, here he was (rightfully) repriming you like a five year old when all you wanted to do was give your thanks and give the underappreciated firefighters something good to lighten up their day. He didn’t get the chance to apologize when the firefighter who had brought you in gently guided you back out. Miguel had to stop himself from snapping at his second in command when he had passed by with a pat on the shoulder and a little ‘ try be a little nice to the public, yeah?’

He had gotten that chance the next week, when you had come over during lunch time. He had been in his office, looking up from his paperwork when hurried steps ran down the hall. He had been curious, thinking he might have missed an alarm. He had followed the excited recruits, finding himself in the kitchenette where you had stood at the table. You stood with a wide smile, making quick conversation as you dished out plates of lasagna. It was still steaming, and plate after plate found its way into your hands to be served some Italian heaven. Miguel’s stomach rumbled at the mouth watering aroma, hesitantly grabbing his own plate and following the lineup. When he had reached you, your smile dimmed a bit before returning. You had shyly filled his plate, earning a small thanks from him before he went to find a spot to enjoy his food.

He had finally gotten his chance to apologize as you were beginning to pack up, stacking your now empty trays on top of each other and trying to not let them drop as you made your way to your car. Miguel was quick to follow after you, grabbing some of the trays for you and helping you place them in the trunk of your car. He had apologized for his behavior quietly under his breath, adding a thanks for the treats this week and last week. The smile you had given him made his heart skip slightly, standing there as your car drove away.

From then on, it became routine. Every week you would come with something new to feed the large firefighters, befriending the city heroes with home cooked meals and sweets. Everytime Miguel heard the rush of footsteps outside his dorm or office, his head would perk up and he found himself discarding whatever he was doing to go to the kitchen. On lazy days after you finished serving out the food, Miguel would sit with you at the table. He would let you drone on about your day or a book you were reading as he filled out paperwork. Even with the work in front of him, he paid every ounce of attention towards you. He would pause when writing, looking up at you to watch the ways your eyes shined or you added emphasis to your words with your hands. He would ask small questions just to prove he was listening, and you would give him an animated response.

His favorite visit by far was sometime during winter. You had come with jugs of hot chocolate, serving it out to everyone who looked at you like you were Santa Claus. Miguel watched from afar, liking to be the last to be served so he had you all to himself afterwards. You had a gentle smile on your face, asking the recruits how many marshmallows they wanted and if they wanted some peppermint. He was completely enamored by you, the other firemen taking notice of how he was already around the kitchen around the usual time you came each week.

When he finally came up to you, you had given him a bright smile and served him his drink. The warmth that spread in his chest from the smooth liquid made him sigh out satisfied. He had stood with you, making quiet conversation as you finished loading the heavy jugs. As you were about to leave, you suddenly perked up. You excitedly go to the passenger seat of your car, a small bounce in your steps as you hide something behind your back.

“Close your eyes Migs.”

He instantly followed your soft command, his body sparking when your soft hands grabbed his own. Something soft and delicate is placed into his open palm and he closes his fist around it when you let go. He slowly opens his eyes, thumb rubbing against the soft knitting. His heart practically sings when he sees the scarf in his hold. It's the same color as his under uniform, the fire department logo stitched into one end. He gives it a soft squeeze before thanking you, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

The rest of the day he had a bright aura around him, not even minding the teasing banter the recruits gave him as he slipped the scarf around his neck as they all prepared to go home.

He simply turned to them with a small smile, shrugging off their chuckles with a: “You’re all just jealous that you don’t have a pretty thing making things for you.”

Last request before the 1K Prompts!

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its-complicateed · 7 months

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Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

#belly kink #stuffing #bellies #stuffed belly #part 1 #full fuller fullest #stuffing kink #kink fic #belly fic #stuffing fic #my writing #my stuff #complicateed posts

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lemonxdaisybby · 5 days

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Sooo umm I’m broody rn would pregnant s/o hcs be okay? With the ichigang? 💕

Ofc - here you go! I hope you like 💕

Ichiban:

Honestly, Ichi likely cried when he first found out you were pregnant. In fact, he probably blurted out a spontaneous, emotional speech about how he’s gonna aim to be the best dad ever, and how he’s going to support you and take care of you. He’d be a blubbering mess. He’s always wanted to have children, and he’d just be so happy, excited and overcome with all sorts of emotions.

He would be a bit clueless at first during the pregnancy and with any symptoms you may have, but he’s eager to support you and is very attentive, so he’d catch on fairly quickly. He’d probably ask Nanba, Adachi and Saeko for advice quite often too.

Speaking of Nanba, Adachi and Saeko, they would already be referring to themselves as the uncles and aunty of your baby. Nanba and Adachi would always ask after you when hanging with Ichi, checking to see if you’re okay, and Saeko may pop in sometimes to see you, to offer support, and to help you around the house if Ichi is away or busy.

Ichiban would adore placing his hands on your baby bump, and would even speak to it, telling the baby how he can’t wait to meet them, how much he loves them already, and cute little things like that.

He’d be so excited preparing for the baby with you, decorating the baby’s nursery/room, buying little outfits for it, and even discussing names. He would just be a bundle of excitement and happiness all throughout the pregnancy, and even though he might be a bit oblivious or clueless at times, he is gonna support you the best he can.

Nanba:

Nurse Nanba at your service.

He would have been in complete and utter disbelief when you first told him. He never really saw himself ever becoming a dad, but he would be surprisingly excited about the idea. It would just make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He likely told the Ichigang over a few beers, and got super emotional. The guys would be so happy for the two of you.

He’d probably be the most level-headed and knowledgeable out of the group when it comes to helping you throughout the pregnancy, due to his medical background. He would come across as a tiny bit of a nag at times, if he thinks you’re pushing yourself too much or not following medical advice, but he’s just looking out for you, and means well. You and the baby mean everything to him.

He would be so helpful with any less than desirable pregnancy symptoms, such as morning sickness, cramps, aching body, etc. He’d be suggesting all sorts of remedies, and would often give you massages too to try and help you relax. He would not want you stressing at all.

Adachi:

Adachi literally thought he’d never get the chance to have children. He was previously married to his job, and never found someone to settle down with him. At his age, he would’ve given up all hope of having a child. Needless to say, he is absolutely ecstatic when he finds out you’re pregnant. He’d have to stop himself from picking you up and spinning you round, and would settle on giving you the biggest smooch ever instead.

He would be so protective. He’s naturally protective anyways, but it would amplify when you’re pregnant. If someone so much as walks a bit too close to you, he’s gonna be eyeing them up warily, worried they might bump in to you. He’d be a bit overprotective to be honest, but he means well.

He would have a decent amount of knowledge and common sense regarding pregnancy, but he’d still read up on advice and tips on how to support you as much as possible.

Adachi would think you look absolutely beautiful with a baby bump. He thinks you’re beautiful anyways, but with a baby bump? You are a goddess. He would adore hugging you from behind and placing his hands on your bump, a huge smile on his face every time he does so.

Saeko:

When you initially suggested that the two of you should have a baby, Saeko would have been so shocked, but also found herself super into the idea. She’s likely always known that she would want children at some point, but just never thought the time was right. After talking it through thoroughly with you, she’d feel so excited and just completely ready, and would be dancing round the apartment with you all happy and giggly once you have made your decision.

She would be very supportive and sweet. She wouldn’t baby you, but she would take care of you still. She’d give you little pamper treatments such as massages and face masks to keep you relaxed, and would cook meals for you too. If you still wanted to help a little around the home, she would allow it, but she wouldn’t want you pushing yourself. If anyone even comes close to stressing you out during the pregnancy, she is absolutely going to chew them out.

She would organise a very cute baby shower for the two of you, and of course the Ichigang would attend. Nanba, Adachi and Ichiban are already referring to themselves as uncles. Deal with it.

The two of you would also be ultra prepared with the baby’s nursery/room. You just know Saeko is gonna have it all stylish and aesthetic. You two would have a lot of fun decorating it together, and picking out little toys, plushies and ornaments for the room.

Seonhee:

You just know she’s going to be ultra protective of you. During the pregnancy, you may sometimes see her calm and collected demeanour slip, and she will appear visibly panicked or stressed if she thinks you’re ill, or if you’re in pain. For example, if she spots you so much as wincing from the baby kicking, or if you have a bit of a dizzy spell due to sickness, she will be by your side instantly, urgently asking if you’re okay, almost sounding panicked.

Seonhee will definitely scold you if she sees you overworking or pushing yourself during the pregnancy. She appreciates you like to be independent, but this is such a big thing and she’d just be so worried for you.

Before falling pregnant, the two of you would have planned treatment and discussed the decision very thoroughly, however she does still get insecure at times, wondering if she’ll be a good mum, and how can she possibly manage both leading the Geomijul and Liumang, and being a parent? Reassure her that she’ll be a great mum, and that the two of you are in this together, and she’ll go back to her confident self.

She may secretly get Joon-Gi to follow you if you decide to go out, and she’s not able to come with you. She’d just want to make sure you and the baby are okay, and Joon-Gi would definitely take the job very seriously, because one, he is loyal to Seonhee and therefore you, and does not want anything happening to you or the baby, and two, Seonhee will kick his ass if anything happened to you under his watch.

Joon-Gi:

The most overprotective in the gang, to the point where it might come across as overbearing. He would be very dramatic. If he sees you lift so much as a finger at all, he will be there in a second like ‘what do you think you’re doing!?’. You’d probably have to reason with him in the end, pointing out that you’re pregnant, you’re not ill, and that you can manage most tasks perfectly fine. He would chill out a tiny bit after that, but he’ll still be watching you like a hawk.

Joon-Gi would ask Seonhee for advice a lot, and she would also lessen his responsibilities with the gang a little, reassuring him that you and the baby are priority. She’d probably help you out a lot too during the pregnancy, texting you to check in, seeing if you need anything, and making sure Joon-Gi isn’t being too much.

Joon-Gi would definitely think you look adorable with a baby bump, and he’d just be staring at you with heart eyes constantly. He adores placing his hands on your stomach when the baby is kicking, a small smile on his face.

He would also love going shopping with you to pick out some pregnancy clothes for you, as well as some lil outfits for the baby. Both mama and baby are gonna be stylish as heck.

Zhao:

It would likely happen accidentally. He’s never really considered having kids, and he would be so shocked upon finding out you’re pregnant. He might have to sit down and allow the news to settle in for a minute or two, but then once he’s fully taken in the news, he’d just feel a wave of happiness wash over him. He’d be grinning so widely, and would probably start laughing a bit too, more so because he feels giddy.

Cooking and cleaning, he’s got it covered. He wouldn’t want you lifting a finger. He’d be so helpful with your pregnancy cravings too. Anything you want, let him know and he’ll whip it right up for you, no matter how weird the craving is, although he might tease you a bit if it’s something pretty odd.

Zhao would be very sweet with helping you out with some of the nastier pregnancy symptoms too, such as morning sickness and body aches. He’d hold your hair back for you when you’re being sick, gently rubbing your back. He’d help you clean up after too, and would run you a bath so you can sit and gather yourself whilst relaxing. He would also offer you massages whenever he senses that you’re feeling some sort of discomfort, whether that be your shoulders, back, head or feet, he’s got you. Man is good with his hands, and would give some amazing massages.

Tomizawa:

Tomi definitely cried when you told him the news. After Marie, he’d pretty much given up on ever finding another love or having a child. You’ve proved him wrong on both counts. He would just feel so happy and blessed.

Due to his past and what he and Marie sadly experienced, he is going to be so protective of you. He’d be doting on you constantly, making sure you have everything you need, and that you’re stress free.

He would be very affectionate with you when pregnant. Constantly giving you little hugs and kisses, and often feeling your bump to try and feel the baby kicking or moving. On an evening, when the two of you are settling down in bed for the night, he might even give your bump a lil kiss and mutter a quiet goodnight to the baby, before wrapping an arm around you, tucking you in to his side for a cuddle.

He’d often stay awake long in to the night, staring at the ceiling and thinking about becoming a dad, and how amazing it’s gonna be once the baby arrives. Everything would just feel so right to him, and he’d feel so content and at peace.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza 7 headcanons #yakuza like a dragon headcanons #yakuza headcanons #tianyou zhao #ichiban kasuga #eric tomizawa #joongi han #joon gi han #seonhee #saeko mukoda #adachi koichi #koichi adachi #yu nanba

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cosmic-spider · 5 months

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Rottmnt four kings au x fem reader

A new world?

(So I’m going to make it seem that the reader is more of a southern and country style thigh there home in a more forest area. So sorry if some of you don’t like it like that.)

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It was another day as you were taking care of your dogs and chickens out side of your house.You had to take care of your self since you’re mom had to go of the to another city for work for a month since she was a nurse.

Plus you had a job as animator and voice actor at home. Even if you were barely in your second year of high school that you took online at home.

Even if you we’re stuck home doing all the chores in the house at the time. You just playing video games and watching childhood movies in my spare time.

After a bit you went outside to go fill up the chickens water tanks and give them there food. As you finished giving the chickens there food you got reader to go inside. Until you see one of the chickens run off into the woods.

You ran after the chicken which only scared it more as it then ran to the area of a small river that led up to a grain pipe that was sticking out of the ground that had a lot of plants all over it.

You then caught up to it from a distance and not scare it away again. The chicken that jumped on top of the side of the tube then you slowly got closer to the chicken.The chicken then jumper over the old pipe as it saw you approaching. You then tried to get the chicken the second it was still on the pipe.

But the chicken got away last second and you ended up on top of the pipe spreed out on top of it as you grunted in pain from hitting the pipe in the process. A second later the tube slowly started to glow a light blue from under you.

Before you could question what was happening the tube then sucked you in as you were then transported into a type of tube systems that were in “the sky”!?

The next thing you know you were now shot out of another pipe from a wall this time. As you were shot out you hit a bunch of giant mushroom the size of a two story house.

That sent you in so many diferente detections in a short and fast amount of time then landed on another that broke your fall. As you rolled of it and landed on the ground on your back.

You got off the ground and rubbed your head from the fall. Then looked around as you saw that you were now In a area made of only mushrooms of different sizes and colors. From regular little small ones to ones as big as houses.

What….the? What is this place?

You then looked all around the area until her eyes landed on a blue mushroom that was at the hight of her knees. She then goes over to the mushroom holding her right arm out to touch it.

But before she got the chance to a creature that looked to have a mushroom for a head or hat jumped out from behind the blue mushroom.

Do not touch that mushroom you will die!

The creature yelled out as it waved its hands as a warning to you. You stumble back in fear at the sudden creatures appearance as you fall on the ground.

Oh sorry. This one is perfectly safe.

The creature told you at hugged the mushroom then got on the ground and helped up.

Wow your a human and is new to here are you?

Umm yeah I’m human….and who or we’ll what are you?

You said as you brushed you’re self of from the fall. Then slowly tack a few steps back a bit scared.

Oh I’m a toad and my name is toad. Ironic isn’t it? Sorry about the scare from earlier.

Oh it’s ok I’m just a bit shaken up from being launched out from the pipe.

You said as you take a few deep breaths to calm your self a bit.

Well is there anyway to get me how since the last I saw the pipe I got out of it kinda got destroyed from how old it was.

Well I’m not the best at the pipes out here. But I’m always up fro helping someone. So if you want I can take you to someone that can help you. If you want?

The creature now named toad told you starting off a bit sad not being able to help you right away. But then looked at you with a smile giving you a answer on how he would help.

Yes please I would appreciate it if you could take me to someone to help me!

You said happy knowing that there could be someone to help you.

Ok then in that case I’ll take you to my home the mushroom kingdom!

the toad told you then started to run away and jump on top of a few big mushrooms. Oh Wait for me!

you yelled out as you ran after the small mushroom guy. Climbing, running, and jumping over big mushrooms of many different sizes heights and colors. Until after a good fifteen minutes that felt like a hour of fallowing the toad. You both stop on one mushroom as you start to catch you breath then you looked up and saw a bunch of rounded hills and the biggest one on top of them all having a White castle with a red roof.

wow!

I know it looks grate right? But let’s get going it going to get dark in a few hours. So we need to get you to the prince before dark.

the toad said as he slid down a stem of a mushroom then got on the ground and ran of to the defection of the kingdom.

so the start of this love battle how will the prince react to a human in his kingdom.

@gal-with-pastels

@lexiechr

@sweaterrat

@f1oricide

#four kings au #king raph #king don #king mikey #prince leo #king bom omb! mikey #king bowser raph #x reader #4 kings au

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sunshinemellow-fic · 8 months

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kakasaku, 30 words, “despite”

Whoopsies, this is 1509 words, Kris!! and I blame YOU

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“Umm—”

Sakura’s head snaps up from her desk, and her eyes focus blearily on the young nurse standing in her doorway. She is laboring over her hesitation, poised as if ready to duck behind the wall with one foot already in the hallway. All of this caution, Sakura thinks with irritation, despite the fact that she has never, ever thrown something at any of her staff. Tsunade could not make the same claim. Maybe they were all just waiting for her to snap and follow in her mentor’s blook-flinging footsteps.

As if whatever I threw wouldn’t break through the wall, she thinks, tired and prideful as she forces her back straight. “Yes?”

“He’s awake,” the nurse says. She flinches when Sakura’s jaw drops.

“No,” Sakura insists. She stands so quickly that something clatters into the oblivion hidden beneath her messy desk. “That’s impossible. I set the dosage myself.”

The nurse does not know what to say to this. She opens and closes her mouth several times, then settles for a shrug.

Sakura has never wanted to fling a book more, but not at the nurse. She was blameless.

Sakura breathes heavily through her nose and stomps into the hallway. Waves of scrubs part before her like a mint green sea of scrambling limbs. Sakura pounds down a set of stairs, too angry for the stillness of the elevator, and feels the building shake a little beneath her feet. She reminds herself how long it took to rebuild the hospital after the war and scolds her chakra for being too readily available and too eager to match her moods. She cuts the unconscious flow of it to her legs and approaches his room quietly. The door is just barely cracked wide enough to peer in.

His hair is wild and mussed after his brief coma, and he is fiddling with careful and nimble fingers at the pile of wires attached to his arm. They are secured there with a technique Sakura pioneered after growing fed up with the dramatic ninja who insisted on ripping life-saving equipment from their arms and fleeing the hospital. Hauling them back by the scruffs of their necks was an expensive and pointless waste of Sakura’s time. She has no idea how Kakashi, the worst of the offenders, has managed to mess with the design.

He mutters something under his breath, tries zapping one of the lines with some electric chakra. It rebounds against his fingers and he scowls down, intent and annoyed.

Sakura kicks the door against the wall and tries not to enjoy the way he startles.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Kakashi’s eyes flick to her and she sees frustration and surprise in them before he pastes on his winning lie of a smile. “Sakura!” he says, voice casual. “How nice of you to visit me!”

“What were you doing with your lines?”

“My what?” he askes cheerfully.

Sakura ignores him and strides forward to get a closer look at the infusions he’d been zapping. Nutrients, medications, a blood infusion, a compound that was supposed to make chakra regeneration faster, the sedative dose that was supposed to ensure his artificial coma until he was well again.

“Oh, these,” he prattles on. “Nothing. Just admiring, really. There are so many now! One might even say too many. Anyways—”

Sakura looks up at him sharply. “How are you awake?” The line with his sedative is still running, and he had been blissfully unconsciousness when she left him after his emergency surgery three hours ago.

“Hm?”

She leans down, close enough for him to see how utterly serious she is. She feels him go still. “How,” she repeats in a dangerously soft voice, “are you awake?”

The cheerful and unaffected guise slips. She sees his eyes go serious, then feels them dart so quickly to her mouth that she almost thinks she’s imagining things. He’s looking steadily back at her before she can call him out on it.

“What do you mean?” he asks quietly. “Why shouldn’t I be awake?”

“One of these is a very strong sedative. You were supposed to be in a forty-eight-hour coma. There was a crater in your chest, Kakashi, I spent twelve hours filling it, so how, despite all of that, are you awake?”

He blinks. Sakura is close enough that she can imagine, or maybe even feel, the wisp of air it sends her way. She watches him process the information she gave him. He glances down at the wires attached to him, then back up at her. Something has shifted in his face—he seems almost bitterly amused, but she cannot imagine by what.

“Sakura,” he says. “I’ve never slept well.”

She stares and stares at him. She’d given him enough sedative to make his sleep dreamless, or at least she thought she had. Unconsciousness could be a prison for someone like Kakashi, and she is suddenly and desperately sorry that she had banished him to it.

“Oh,” she whispers. “I’m—”

“It’s fine.” He’s already seen the apology in her face and it’s made him uncomfortable enough that he can’t meet her eyes. “It’s not a big deal. Just give me more and I’ll go back to sleep.”

She bites her lip. He really does need to be unconscious right now. It would be detrimental to his healing for her to leave him awake. He sees the dilemma in her face when he glances back up, and he gives her another fake, winning smile with crinkled eyes. “It’s fine,” he repeats.

She marvels at how exhausted he must be by the sedative in his bloodstream, and how he can still perform normalcy despite it. She remembers the sharingan he’d used to keep hidden behind his mask—a weapon he didn’t have the genetic tools to turn off. A red drain, constantly sucking down a spiraling stream of his chakra. Sakura thinks about how Kakashi must have spent most of his life so exhausted that a sedative feels normal, perhaps even familiar, to him.

“What helps,” she said. “What helps you sleep?”

Now he really is uncomfortable. “Sakura—”

“Seriously, Kakashi.” She forces herself to lean back because her hovering over him couldn’t be helping. His eyes track the growing space between them. “It’s important that you get good rest right now.”

He looks back at the wires in his arm, thinking.

Because she wants him to smile, or laugh, or do something else human, she grabs the orange book from his bedside that Naruto had dropped off a couple hours ago. “Should I read you a bedtime story?”

He turns red, a shade somewhere between intrigued and horrified, and Sakura laughs. “I’m kidding, of course.” She feels eyes soften as she looks at him. “But what would help?”

He runs a hand over his face. “You’re making me feel like a little kid.”

“Good,” she beams. “What would little Kakashi have wanted?”

He’s disgruntled by the question, and it makes her sad that he’s never thought this way. “I don’t know,” he says honestly, after giving it some thought.

Sakura feels her face fall. She can’t help but feel like she’s failed him. “Okay,” she says softly. “I guess… I guess I can up the dosage. That might help.”

She goes to the machine and stares hard at the controls. She isn’t going to cry about this, she tells herself angrily. She’d be able to regulate her emotions better if she hadn’t done such a long and difficult surgery on someone she hated to see hurt. She isn’t going to give him her suffering as baggage to carry with him into his dreams.

“Sakura.”

She drags the emotion out of her face and looks down at him. “Yes?”

“I slept well on our last mission.” He glances between her face and nothing at all because he can’t meet her eyes again. “I think it was just because you were… there.”

She wonders if he knows what a gift telling her this is, and how it makes all the hope she’s felt in the last couple months seem a little less foolish. She wonders if he’d have admitted it to her if he hadn’t nearly died. If he didn’t have so many different chemicals running through his body right now.

She turns up the sedative dosage and lowers herself down into the chair beside his bed. “I’ll stay, Kakashi.”

His eyes lock on hers, no longer wandering. “You don’t have to,” he says to absolve her of responsibility to what he had just admitted. “I’ll be fine.”

She takes his hand in hers, feels him relax a little bit. “I know. I’m going to stay, though.”

His eyes flicker sleepily. He nods, understanding. He watches her face as his head slowly drifts further and further back into the pillow. His blinks become longer, until he finally shuts his eyes and does not wake.

Despite everything waiting for her outside the door of his room, she stays for two days.

#kakasaku #kakasaku fanfiction #asks #THANKS THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT #(seriously thank you though)

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 10 months

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Code Blue Ch. 27- Brother

Summary: Luke and Lee reconnect. Josie is floored. A secret starts to unravel. Lee and Jo share pizza and a talk. A lot comes to light, but not everything. Luke and Orlando have a conversation that doesn't end well. Jo and Lee head to the farm. Orlando plots. Luke makes a move.

*Warnings* language, angst, drug references, molestation references

Stories Stories Stories Masterlist

Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Luke,

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

"Holy hell! Luke??" Lee exhilarated as they shared the typical manly back patting hug.

"The one and only! Long time no see my brother from another mother." Luke replied, leaving you reeling at the fact that not only was he a spitting image of Orlando with his dark hair and similar eyes, but he shared the same British accent and smile.

Their embrace ended and Luke did a double take at you as you stood their with your mouth open, gawking at him.

"And who may I ask is this delightful creature?" he asked with an intense smile as he approached you.

Lee chuckled. "Isn't she? This is my beautiful and captivating girlfriend, Josie March. Jo, this is Luke, Orlando's brother."

"Ahhh, Lee, you're killing me here. It is of the greatest pleasure to meet you Josie."

"Likewise." you smiled and shook his extended hand. "Umm I...I didn't know he had another brother?"

"Well, it's understandable that I wasn't mentioned. I haven't been around much and I am sure Lando is a bit pissed off at me for that. Mum was able to reach me and told me what happened, so I had to come and see my little brother, then go find Ethan and kick his ass. How's Lando doing?"

"As well as can be expected. His surgery went well and he is resting. Your Mom was here earlier and...he became upset and had to be sedated, so now he's sleeping like a baby." Lee explained. "Hey umm, I don't know if you know, but...Orlando told me that...your dad is in town, that Ethan brought him here."

"What???" you harshly interrupted, as you had no idea, plus you knew about what his dad had done to him.

"Sorry Jo. I wasn't trying to keep that from you. I really just forgot while we were talking."

Lee looked upon you oddly in response to your reaction, for he didn't know Orlando had told you about his father or what he had done to him. Orlando had asked you not to say anything, so out of respect for him, you didn't, even though he told you Lee knew what happened. Of course, Lee never told you because it wasn't his secret to tell and you understood that. Orlando had only asked for your silence because he and Lee were at odds then and he didn't want to cause issues for you and him over confiding such a deep and dark secret to you. You now felt it was probably alright to tell him you knew because well, you pretty much had to now anyways since it was all coming out into the open as secrets always do.

"No, it's ok Lee. I know we were wrapped up in other things. We can...talk more later on this?"

Your gaze at Lee told him that you knew. "Uh, yeah sure Jo."

He was hurt. You heard it in his tone and saw it in his eyes.

"No man, I didn't know. Ethan and I are going to go round when I find him. He's crossed one too many lines and this...this I cannot even fathom right now."

"Yeah Tracy showed Luke's photo to the nurses and told them he is not permitted to see Orlando, so they are aware that he may try to visit him. Ethan too." Lee explained to Luke.

"Wait...Tracy? Luke? I...assume that is his...your Mom and Dad?" you asked in confusion, in which the Luke in front of you validated your question.

"Yes. Theresa is our mom, but she goes by Tracy and then there's our dad...Luke senior. Knowing what I know about him, I really want to change my name."

Luke's grimace confirmed that he despised his father as much as Orlando did.

"No man, you can't change your name. Then we wouldn't be Luke, Lee and Lando." Lee chuckled to try and distract Luke's humiliation. "And besides, you're nothing like him."

"Your words are too kind old friend. When or if this all blows over, we'll all have to hang out like we used to long ago. I miss those days. Happier times. The REAL three musketeers. Your beauty here can come too."

You felt yourself blush a little. Luke certainly was a lot like Orlando and nothing like Ethan or Sam. It seemed to you they must have inherited the asshole thing from the dad.

"Yeah man, we'll have to do that. Hey, Jo and I were just heading out for pizza. You wanna join since Lando's asleep?"

"Yeah I heard that when I walked up. I would, but I think I'll stay with him now that I know dad's around. Hey man...I'm so sorry about your dad...I would have came to the funeral but I wouldn't have made it in time. I should have at least called you. I honestly have no excuse for that. Just kind of wrapped up in my own shit. I'm truly sorry Lee."

"Hey, no worries. I completely get the part of dealing with a lot of shit and you lose sight of other things in life. Apology not needed but accepted. You're here now, that's what counts. How long are you going to be in town?"

"At this point, it's indefinite, but I feel it will still be awhile with all that's going on. Orlando needs me and I have a lot of time to make up for. And now mum is here. Not sure for how long but I know she's been sick lately. No clue what's going on with her. So, for now, I'm at the Salem Inn...but I think I will stay with Lando...if he lets me that is."

"He'll let you. I'm sure of it. Well, hit me up soon then. Hopefully you'll still be here for my birthday next month. Party at the farm? If I still have it that is."

"What does that mean, if you still have it? What's going on bro?"

"One word. Gordon. I'll explain all that some other time."

"I can only imagine what that little fucker has done now. I can kick his ass too if you want?" Luke laughed.

"Nah...leave him for me." Lee chuckled. "I'll deal with my brother and you deal with yours. Of course, if I see Ethan though, I may deal with him myself."

"Deal. Talk soon. Nice to meet you Josie March. Glad to see Lee so happy with you. You both make a striking pair."

"Thank you. It was really nice to meet you too Luke. Tell Orlando I was here and I'll come see him later either here, or when he's released. He don't have a phone. Ethan destroyed it."

"Will do...and I'll make sure he gets a new phone. Hey, and thanks for what you did for my brother. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't saved him. You got one brave lady there Lee. Landy's lucky to have you both."

"That she sure is. See ya later man."

As you and Lee headed to the parking lot, he finally brought it up.

"So, I take it you know what happened to Orlando involving his dad." he asked, but more in the form of a statement rather than a question.

"Lee...I..do. I'm sorry, he swore me to secrecy. You guys were fighting and.."

"No, baby. It's alright. I'm not upset. I know why he didn't want you to tell me. He knew I would catch on to his feelings for you considering he would never just tell anyone about that."

"You...seem upset though?"

"Well, I am...not at you. Just the situation. I mean, my best friend is in love with my girlfriend."

"Lee...even if that were true....I love you. Not him. I mean, as a friend, I love him just as I do Britt, Amy or Dave but..."

Your words were halted by Lee gently yanking you against him with his hands folded behind your back and his cobalt eyes peering down at you as he grinned.

"Stop explaining."

His soft hands then slid up your waist and came to a rest upon your cheeks as he brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was delicate and brief, but enough to take your breath away and make you weak in the knees as you stood on your tippy toes to reach him even as he leaned down.

"Mmmm." Lee moaned as he then kissed the tip of your nose. "Come on. Let's go eat. You pick the place. I'll follow you anywhere woman."

Lee parked behind your silver 87 Monte Carlo SS in his pale green 75 Dodge Dart Swinger at a favorite pizza place of yours and he quickly rushed up to your door to open it for you.

You just swooned over the fact that you were blessed with such a gentleman. He was the whole package and much more. The king in a fairytale that you had always dreamed of...and it scared the hell out of you. Things like that were always too good to be true. At least that's what you had always believed after your past relationships. You couldn't help but wait for the bomb to drop just as it always had.

You chose a high rise table to move to so Lee would be more comfortable after he damn near got stuck in a booth due to his size, then you both ordered ice waters with lemon and the mutual favorite large pepperoni and mushroom pizza that seemed like a lifetime you both had waited for to finally share. He then went on to tell you his horror stories of being so tall which had you rolling in laughter.

"No, seriously Jo, I can't make this shit up. Like, you think I would have learned after repeated incidents of getting my head whacked in the ceiling fan in the farm's basement. Especially when one time, the blade broke clean off. I don't know which was worse, that, or my mom's wrath of whacking me in the head. I always knew I was in for it when she shouted my full name. "Lee Grinner Pace!! That is the second fan you've destroyed. How hard is it to duck!! I swear, after all the blows to your noggin, you would think you'd learn!" And then I'd be like this total smart ass kid and say "Well why do we need a fan in the basement?? I can't stand up in the damn thing as it is!", which is where said head whack by mom came in."

"So, let me guess. I bet there is no ceiling fan down there now." you giggled.

"Nope!!" he chortled. "I've actually done a lot of remodeling on the place with it being so old. It was built in like 1812 or something. You know, I have never taken a girl there. Never wanted to until you. Never even took Liz. My parents didn't like her anyways which I'm sure you now know why. God, they would have loved you though."

Lee's face became doleful as he sipped his water. Everything was still so fresh for him with his dad's passing and he was trying so hard for you to be strong with all that was happening.

"I'm sure I would have loved them too. I mean, look what they gave me." you sweetly said and laid your hand upon his.

He smiled and brought his hand up to your cheek, gently sliding your hair behind your ear. "I'm forever grateful for you, standing by me through all my bullshit when you should have ran as far away as you could....but god I'm so glad you didn't. And I hope you won't now."

His blue eyes held woe in them and you could feel it....and you were pretty sure it involved Ethan.

"Lee, why would I leave? I have never been so happy. You...said you wanted to talk to me, so talk to me, please baby. What is wrong?"

He sighed in hesitation, for he didn't want to ruin the good time the two of you were having, but he knew he needed to come clean, at least with some things. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, it was that he was scared to death he would lose you, so he did his best to delay the inevitable by changing the subject.

"What is up with Gerry anyways? Making house calls, for the second time now."

You heard it, the jealousy in his tone, but you understood it. You felt that way about Ethan, more so than you wanted to admit.

"Ummm, just Gerry using his authority to get close to me."

"Lee, there's nothing to worry about with him. I shut him down just as I always do whenever I have to deal with his groveling. I love you and I made that quite known to him. I see no one but you. Please tell me you believe that? I've given all of me to you. You're my entire world Lee."

"And you're mine Jo March..of course I believe you. Come here baby."

Lee stood up and pulled you close, then bent down and placed a simple soft long kiss on your lips, making you tingle all over. You knew what he was doing though. Deflecting from the real issue at hand. As much as you wanted to stay in that lip lock, you wanted to know what was going on with him more. You stroked his cheek and smiled, then went right back to your question.

"Lee...please. Tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours. You're obviously struggling over something you want to tell me. Just tell me. Get it off your chest so we can work through it together."

His eyes lowered in disappointment and then he sat back down.

"Alright then...the morning after the funeral, when I went downstairs to make us breakfast...there were...messages on the machine. They were from Ethan..."

Lee paused and rubbed his hand over his face as he sat back with a hard sigh through his nose.

"There were at least a dozen, one right after the other. My phone had many texts as well. They were a mix of angry ones, desperate and pleading ones, jealous ones...you name it. I had deleted some and then I just unplugged the machine and threw it in the drawer out of frustration. I...I didn't want you to hear them and become upset and ruin our first morning together."

"Yeah...I...I had seen you looking at your phone before we went outside and you didn't look happy, but...I didn't think I should say anything. God, no wonder you had that panic attack Lee, and the way you were chopping that wood. I knew something was wrong. Baby, why didn't you just tell me? I mean, why would I get upset? It wasn't your fault that Ethan is unstable. Unless...did he threaten you? or...me? Is that it?"

"No, he didn't. Just, you know, after all that he had done, I just wanted to ignore him and forget about it. I know now that it was the wrong thing to do...I mean, it's my fault for what he did to Orlando that night. He took his anger over me out on him."

"Oh god no Lee, that is not your fault! That is Ethan's fault and no one else's. But Lee, if he would do that to his own brother and what he did to us in the car, then I should have been told about the messages. He's a threat Lee and now he walks around free to hurt someone again and I'm worried that may be you."

"I can handle Ethan. It's you I'm worried about. Orlando wouldn't admit it, but...I think Ethan threatened you and that's why Orlando backed off of him. I think he coerced him into lying by using you against him. Just another reason I feel Orlando loves you. I called him out on that too, but he wouldn't talk."

"Alright, then I will get the truth out of him myself on why he really did it when I go see him again....Lee...Britt...she told me something at the hospital. Something she remembered after seeing Ethan at the funeral reception and hearing us talking about him at the hospital. She swears she saw Ethan years ago on the Haunted Star, my family's boat...and Jason was there with him....and so were you. They were gambling with a well known mob family. Is...that true? Did...Ethan know my brother? Did...you?"

"Not all of it. I swear Jo. I never knew Jason or even spoke to him...but...yes, I...I do remember seeing him there talking with Ethan...Jo I'm so..."

"And you didn't think I needed to know that??? Lee...for fucks sake...is Ethan involved in the mob too?? Is that what you're keeping from me??"

"I don't know if he knew your brother, I swear it Jo. If he did, he never mentioned him to me and I swear I did not know who Jason was then."

"You do an awful lot of swearing Lee, then things just pop up like this. Ok, I believe you that you did not know my brother, but you knew now who he was and that you had seen him with Ethan before. My brother, he didn't just have regular friends and hang out like us having pizza!" you sarcastically explained with a laugh.

"And you were there with Ethan. Is this what Ethan meant when he told me you weren't telling me everything? What the hell am I missing here Lee???"

Lee sat quietly with his head hung low as he fidgeted with his glass, and of course, you instantly felt bad for jumping on him like that when he was most likely trying to protect you from being hurt over Jason's dealings.

"Jo...." he said with an aggravated sigh. "I...I don't remember a whole lot from that night, after...we left the boat. Ethan and I met up at Gordon's for a party. The same party that we all got high out of our minds on and I...well, you know...with Ethan...I...I'm sorry I did not tell you about seeing Jason in my past...I felt it would just leave you with more questions that I did not have the answers to. I don't know the nature of Ethan's relations with Jason. He didn't speak of it to me. Beings that I didn't know Jason at the time or what he was into, I had no reason to think anything of it. I went there solely to drink with Ethan and have a good time. I'm sorry Jo....I need to use the restroom."

Lee hastily pushed his chair out and walked off, leaving you on the verge of tears.

"Landy...wakey wakey little brother." Luke said as he saw Orlando was coming around from his sedation.

Orlando's vision was a bit out of focus as he opened his groggy eyes.

"L...Lukey?"

Luke smiled and winked at him. "Yep, it's me baby bro. How are you feeling?"

Orlando gasped and quickly sat up. "Where the hell have you been?? Do you know it's been almost a year since I've seen you?!"

"I know man. I'm sorry. I really am. Like you, my mind hasn't been right. I know it's no excuse but..."

"Damn right it's not! Even with all I deal with, I have been calling you all the time. So, now you wait till something like this happens to come around. Surprised you even found out since you just dropped off the face of the fucking earth."

"Mum called me. I knew she was coming so I thought I better get my ass here for damage control. I...I heard about...him...being here. You haven't seen him yet have you? Mum made sure to tell the nurses he wasn't allowed here. Ethan either."

"No...and I better not. I still have a good left hand."

"Yeah, speaking of that. What the fuck Landy. Why are you protecting Ethan???"

"I'm not protecting him! I'm....never mind. it doesn't matter."

"The hell it don't. I saw Lee and his girlfriend earlier and they told me all about what really happened, which I had already suspected."

"J..Josie...was..here??"

"Ummm, yes? and Lee I said too." Luke replied, immediately picking up on Orlando's quick inquiry to solely you. "You know, your best mate?"

"Yes Luke, I know. He was here all night. I just didn't know she came back. Her and Sam...well, that didn't go so well."

"Let me guess. Sammie is defending Ethan. Nothing new there."

"Yep...same old. You should have seen it." Orlando laughed. "Josie got sick of her mouth and tried to attack her. That girl is a firecracker. Always has my back, even when I didn't deserve it."

"Yeah..uh..well, that firecracker is Lee's girlfriend in case you have forgotten."

"Yeah Luke, I know! What's that got to do with anything?"

"Apparently a lot. I know you better than anyone....you...you got a thing for her, don't you?"

"What? Noooo? She's just a good friend...like Lee. I mean, look what she did for me."

"I call bullshit bro. Does Lee know? That you have the hots for his woman?"

"Ok just stop man. I'm just grateful to her, that's all."

"Gratitude. That's what you're calling it. Ok then.....bullshititude Lando."

"Enough man, about her!! She loves him. They always do. You know that."

"Alright...I'll drop it for now. Hey, I went and got you a phone after they left. She wants you to get a hold of her and that she would be back to see you at some point."

"Thought you were dropping it already??"

"I...am?? I was imply relaying a message. Wow man...you got it bad for this girl. Are you....in love with her????"

"What?? No, stop it. Bad enough I have to hear about it from Lee."

"Oh, so then he DOES know...and...holy shit, then it's true??"

"Jesus...so what if it is?? Yeah, I love her...big fucking deal. She'll never love me so...just...stop already!"

"Fine...I didn't come all the way here to talk about your love life, although it seems it's a big part of your troubles. So, what the hell happened with Ethan... and don't you fucking lie to me like you lied about him."

"Well if you already know the truth, then why ask me??"

"Because I wanna see you try and lie to me."

"Man, fuck you. What gives you the right to demand a damn thing from me after you just left me at their mercy!"

"Ok...I guess I deserve that...but man, I never would have left if I had known what I know now. You didn't even tell me about dad until last year, so how was I..."

"How were you to know?? Christ! Don't tell me you didn't know?? You knew how dad treated all of us, and how I got the shit end of it all and you DID know about how Ethan was! and you just fucking bailed and left mum to deal with it. No wonder she's sick all the time. I can barely handle it."

"You're right..." Luke replied as his eyes fell in shame. "I bailed. I failed you and mum. I was young and foolish and..."

"Selfish! That's what you were. You know, when you were there, he barely touched me...and when you left, it was a free for all! And then you just come strolling back in here with your lame ass apologies. Just get out!"

"No man, I'm not leaving! We're not done here. You're not going to blame me for what that piece of trash did. That's on him!"

"Yeah, and now he's here...somewhere! Yes, we ARE done here. Now get...the...fuck...out."

"You know what? Fine. I'll go...for now. I got a bone to pick with Ethan. I'll beat the truth out of him. One way or another, I will get it, even though I already know it."

"Whatever...GO!!" Orlando shouted and threw his water cup at him.

Luke reluctantly left in a fury and shortly after, Orlando ripped the IV out of his arm, got dressed, grabbed the phone and left too.

Lee came back to the table and sat down, keeping his eyes safe from yours, for he had shed a few tears as he had stared at himself in the bathroom mirror....but you noticed. You stood up and wrapped your arms around him, leaving him stunned for a moment, and then he slowly returned the embrace, squeezing you so tight.

"I am so sorry Lee." you whispered into his ear. "I should never have acted like that. I believe you. Can...you forgive me?"

Lee slid his face back against yours and let his eyes fall into yours, then he kissed you deeply as he held our face in his hands.

"My sweet girl, there is nothing to forgive." he assured you as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You had every right to be angry with me, for I should have told you what I knew. I...I'm just so terrified of losing you...and I know that makes me sound so insecure but..."

"No...it doesn't. It makes you sound like a man who loves a woman and how in the hell could I be angry about that??"

You smiled at him with such loving eyes and kissed his forehead.

"Come on. Let's go to your farm and forget the world, at least for a little while. Besides, I really want to see this basement. Bet I can stand up in the damn thing." you chuckled, making him chortle in return.

"Alright, my lady. Follow me."

You both got in your cars and off you went while in the meantime, Orlando was walking to his condo with very dark thoughts consuming his mind. This time, he was going to be prepared for his father...and Ethan too, for he had reached his breaking point.

Luke had his own plans as well. He broke into Ethan's apartment and waited for his amoral brother to return while he cooked himself a steak, medium rare.

The door soon opened and in walked an unsuspecting Ethan to find Luke sitting at his kitchen table, nonchalantly cutting his steak with a switch blade knife.

"Whoa, Lukey. Long time no see bro." Ethan raved with a smile.

Without even raising his eyes, Luke spoke as he chewed.

"Nice and bloody. Just the way I like it. You?"

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honoringthehorrific · 7 months

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I watched Exorcist: Believer so that you don't waste your time...

As always my friends spoilers under the cut! ✝️

This movie....yeesh where do you start? It has none of the charm of the original. Relies heavily on cheap jump scares and feels personally like a generic exorcism movie with a weird abortion message and the exorcist legacy haphazardly stitched onto the ends. Angela and her father are fairly likeable, their story is tragic, dead mom and all. However they seem like a decent family. Katherine the possessed little girl who looked a bit like little Regan, her family in my opinion is less likeable. They're your typical white overtly religious babtist family which I've had my fill of in my life time.

The girls go to do a "ritual" in the woods, if you can call a pendulum reading a ritual. They light a candle and swing the pendulum and ask spirits to speak through them, particularly Angela's dead mom. Somehow this summons pazuzu? Umm well we aren't really sure it's pazuzu...it's never called by name in the movie. It seems to recognize Chris MacNeil when she joins the movie in the tail half buttttt in the first exorcist pazuzu seems to know karras and his mother without having met the two.

Speaking of the original, how can I not? All of the things related to the original are in the second half. We don't see Regan the entire movie except for a photo cameo and a very brief hospital visit at the end of the movie. Chris in the meantime has become an expert on exorcism from multiple religions for some reason....I suppose she didn't want to move on from the events of her daughter's possession. There are no priests connected to the original and when a priest finally steps into the spotlight to perform an exorcism he's killed pretty much immediately.

The girls chastise two characters harshly while possessed. Angela's father and her nurse neighbor. It's this weird anti abortion rhetoric we've all heard and maybe you're into that but I'm not...also if you're anti abortion maybe get off my blog...thanks. Anyways, they criticize the two for two separate events. The nurse had an abortion while trying to become a nun and hey remember when I said Angela's mom died before? Well it was while she was pregnant. Angela's father had the choice between saving his wife or his unborn baby and of course he chose his wife. However in a twist of fate his wife didn't make it regardless and they cut Angela out of her early.

Katherine really doesn't have a lot going on besides having a turbo religious family and doing this ritual. Ultimately she dies and Angela is saved which was really odd to me. I liked the twist they did, the demon said they could only choose one child to live. Katherine's father chose her, but the twist was they were choosing who to die. The only thing I didn't get was why the demon just....magically chose to be honorable to its word. Because as soon as Katherine is down for the count Angela is released and ok like nothing is wrong!

And life just...goes back to normal. Big whoop roll credits.

I didn't really care for this movie if you couldn't tell. As a standalone exorcism movie.... I'd maybe rank it higher but I'd say with confidence that I rate this 2/5 for the two eyes Chris MacNeil lost during this snoozefest

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 7 months

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Dani thought the worse when Soundwave walked into the medbay during her rounds with a tall, horned bot carrying a small, angular minicon in his arms, the bot cradling his head gently as he walked, the gentle sway of someone carrying a child who they wished to keep napping leaving him to take big, swinging steps.

"Cyclonus: leave him

Dani: medic

Tailgate: will adjust"

Cyclonus reluctantly left Tailgate in Dani's arms, Dani transferring him from her arms to an open berth, closing the privacy screen behind her as she took the drug addled minicon's vitals. She found a little piece of patch tape on a main energon line in his neck, the puncture clean and clotting well.

She changed the tape and took energon to set aside for the lab. Flatline wouldn't appreciate the extra work, but she knew he would need supplements to treat malnutrition. They all did.

She started an IV and set a bed alarm, still needing to finish her rounds. Luckily (or unluckily) for her, whatever Cyclonus gave Tailgate was strong, and she was considering flagging down Breakdown when he finally sputtered awake, moaning and nearly pulling out his IV in an attempt to roll onto his belly. Even with extra padding under his back and hips, laying on his back couldn't be comfortable.

"Tailgate. Tailgate! My name is Dani, I'm your nurse, I need you to stop moving, your IV is tangled -"

"Ow!"

"Tailgate, freeze." Dani pulled away the fallen IV needle, disposing of it and the used IV bag, getting out another as Tailgate flopped onto his back. She wrapped up the bleeding energon line and moved to the other arm, hoping that she wouldn't have to replace that blown energon line later and that self repair would take care of it. Tailgate winced as Dani placed the IV.

"Well, if you didn't rip it out, it wouldn't hurt. A bot named Cyclonus dropped you off."

"My conjunx? Wait, this is ... you are ... what happened?"

"The Lost Light surrendered. I'm guessing you are in the same spot I am in? Having an autobot deserter for a husband?"

"No, Cyclonus wouldn't - "

"Love you so much that he sacrificed everything to get you to safety before the inevitable Decepticon victory? Yes, and that's enough of that. Rest, I will notify Soundwave and Cyclonus. You will likely receive a job posting in the morning, most likely as janitorial staff or as a trainee nursing assistant. If you wish, I could have you discharged after my shift so we can talk. Maybe you, Cyclonus, and Blades will get along well enough to make some quality allies here. I would suggest not mentioning any prior alliances until the recruit list comes out and you know who is safe to talk to. I would also suggest sticking with me. You might find that making friends might be easier that way."

"Oh? There's more of us? Former neutrals?"

"Yes, a few. Breakdown and Knockout are two, and so am I."

"Dani, this might be too personal, but you seem... different? From the other modern bots. Excuse my bluntness, I was stuck in stasis for much of the war."

"Umm, uh, yeah. I wasn't quite ... born... cybertronian? I worked with my husband Blades, and he brought me onto the Nemesis as a human friend before Shockwave kidnapped me and changed me into ... this."

"Oh. I'm ... so sorry. That also explains the apron? And the mask on your belt? You're technically a technorganic, right?"

"Not really, I don't really have skin, but my plating is more sensitive and prone to irritation. I also tend to get cold. When off work, I tend to cover up more. My alt mode is functionally useless anyway. It's a tiny helicopter, I can't carry bots inside me like Blades or Flatline can."

"So you were human? I know that it could be a sore subject, but did you have any family? Besides Blades, of course."

"Most of my family died in the invasions, but yes, I do have sparklings." Dani took out a photo of her children, her twins that tore her internals to shreds trying to enter the world. At least, that's what it felt like. Dani still didn't believe that it was all in her head, that her body malfunctioned at such a scale that she could experience hours of agony while her twins napped in the nursery a few doors down.

That all that pain, that torture, was for nothing. That Knockout was at a loss to understand why her body reacted like that, a false labor while Blades went back and forth between soothing their children and supporting her. Dani faintly remembered holding both her children, but that feeling didn't feel real. Holding them felt like holding a doll, The pain was constant, and coming in waves -

Dani felt a tapping on her arm, the tink of metal still disconnected from the gentle touches in her mind.

"Dani, are you ok?"

"I had twins." Dani said quickly, the world not feeling real all of a sudden.

"Oh. Oh! I am so, so sorry. Sit down. You're shaking. Could you tell me about them?"

"I love them." Dani said, suddenly remembering Soundwave. "I think we should go back to the firehou- my roo- quarters. Back to my quarters. The children are still in school, and my shift ends in ten minutes. I think. What time is it?"

"Uhhh, it's the tail end of the 17th breem? There's maybe 5 clicks left of the breem, just enough time to take down this room and maybe get something from the mess?"

"Oh. I was supposed to be off work on the 16th breem. I guess we should go." Dani cleaned the patient room and took Tailgate's hand, stopping to get their rations and update Cyclonus before heading back to her quarters. Her hands shook as she popped both cubes into her children's energon warmer, a guilty pleasure that she enjoyed often. If she pushed everything aside, she could pretend she was drinking coffee with a friend, definitely not on a spaceship, definitely not married, and entirely not a mother of two who absolutely doesn't have PTSD. Nope. Definitely not.

Dani opened the door to find Soundwave with the minicon formerly known as Raf (she was too scared to ask Soundwave his name again, and Raf only spoke ancient cybex and Kaonian cybex, while the ship's crew spoke the Iacon dialect, and Dani, being a flyer, onlined with the Vos dialect in her databank.)

Raf was on the floor, playing with a microcon sparkling and her two children. Lock and Barrel play wrestled with a pink and brown sparkling, Breakdown taking a nap on her couch.

"Your brother's visiting, and so is Datamine and Soundwave."

"Oh. Uh, hi Darkmount."

Darkmount grumped, a new weld on his head and a few new fingers from a particularly feisty hunt. His right leg was in a splint.

"Br-br-Breakdown tu-told mma-me to ignore em." Miko looked up from the tangle of limbs that was herself and the twins. "He's grumpy because Dada gave him the goooood meds. Also, Tesarus is in trooooouuuuubleeeeeee! He kicked a grenade in Darkmount's face, and that made Uncle Tarn mad, so now Uncle Tarn has to pick a new Tesarus, so Lord Meggie don't crush Uncle Tarn!"

Primus above was little Miko cute.

Well, Dani wasn't too shocked that Tesarus was dead. He was shockingly stupid for being in such a high-profile group.

Breakdown got a comm, and he gathered up Miko. Soundwave left with Datamine and Darkmount too, Darkmount staring daggers at Tailgate.

Blades finally got home a few breems later, and Cyclonus dropped by to collect Tailgate. Dani couldn't so much as sit down for a few minutes before she got a comm from Soundwave.

There was an energon pulse, and an unknown human was spotted near a maintenance hatch, a faint gestalt bond being picked up on the sensors. Dani was to use her holoform and bring them to her room for questioning and possible cyber-forming.

Dani shivered and obeyed orders.

My Primus have mercy, and the human find death before the cyber metal vats.

Deep down, Dani had a sinking suspicion that the poor human might not be granted mercy.

#Darkmount au #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #transformers

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wanderer-sylvan · 4 months

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So, how'd you and N meet?

oh, uh. good question! i'm... kinda surprised i haven't already talked about this.

((welcome to: sylvan explains way more than he needs to!))

so, um. four years ago, i was in hoenn. one day, i was out somewhere near rustboro city. i was like, scrounging around in the woods looking for items to sell. that's— a little embarrassing, actually.

anyway, all of a sudden i hear all these noises. y'know, like, um, pokemon cries. deeper in the woods. and i decided to go see what has happening. kind of a dangerous decision, but it worked out in my favor...

i get closer, and i send out bailey. y'know— for protection. and we get to this little clearing in the woods. and there's this squad of poochyena— and they're like, beating up a skitty.

and i didn't really know what to do— like, this is nature, you know? maybe i shouldn't really intervene even if i don't like it, yeah?

but then the poochyena notice me and bailey are here, and they try coming after ME! so bailey jumps in and fights back by using swift.

the thing about poochyena is that they'll act all aggressive, but the second someone fights back, they get all scared and run. so the poochyena ditch the skitty and flee.

my brain kinda like, goes into autopilot, and i pick up the skitty and rush for the rustboro pokemon center. umm... i uh, wasn't really looking where i was going though, and, uh...

I happened to have recently arrived in the Hoenn region myself. It was my first time outside of Unova... and a rather stressful part of my life. Anyway, I was walking around and familiarizing myself with Rustboro City... when all of a sudden, a stranger ran head first into me!

um, i—

I was mostly just confused about that part. But then I saw the injured Pokémon in his arms. I... unfairly made the assumption that Sylvan had hurt the Skitty. Or at least, had been careless enough as a trainer to let it get hurt. I was furious...

so he followed me.

So I followed him. Which I have since been informed on several occasions was a "creepy and weird" thing to do.

but it worked out pretty well in this case. hehe...

anyway. i got to the pokemon center and handed over skitty. i was waiting there, kinda spacing out... and then N showed up. and he was pissed! he started askin' me about what happened to skitty, and making these accusations...!

and so i was stressing out for all kinds of reasons— the skitty, and having to talk to the nurse which was scary, and i was embarrassed about headbutting N, and now N was HERE and he was MAD about things that didn't HAPPEN—

but. um. i managed to explain what happened— and the nurse backed me up... and it was fine. i was fine, he was fine, we were fine. things were fine.

I decided to stick around and wait with Sylvan. I wanted to see that Skitty was okay.

we got to chatting, y'know, and found that we actually got along pretty well...! and we realized we were both from unova!

anyway, um, those pokemon center nurses work fast, you know. after a little while, skitty was ready to go. i, um, was gonna just take her back to where i found her, but N told me she wanted to come with me. so i caught her... and eventually decided to call her Lucky :)

me and N, we- we agreed to be friends, but we didn't actually see each other again for like a month. uh, didn't exchange contact information or anything either, so it was all up to chance...

To be fair, I didn't have any contact information to give you at the time.

good point, good point... and, y'know, i was happy about the idea of having a friend, anyway. i hadn't really, uh... had any human friends in a long time.

um! anyway, that's the story. i... probably could have summed that up in a few sentences. but where's the fun in that?!

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl

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alba8688 · 5 months

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Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up super early to call in sick to work to go see Eddie at the hospital.

I got in my car and turn on the Radio Metallica master of puppets was playing I tried to change the station but everytime I did it would

Go back metallica.

"Eddie ." I said softly looking through my rear view mirror to see if he was in the back

Seat but he wasn't .

"I like that song." He suddenly appears in the passenger seat looking at me .

"Where are we going ?" He ask

"I'm going to see you ." I said almost as a whisper

Eddie tilts his head to the side and smiles .

"Little ole me?" He blushes

"Yup ." I say popping the p

"Ok let's go see me ,wait I'll be back ." He says and disappears.

Im starting to hate him doing that .

But it's ,whatever .

I started driving to the hospital which wasn't that far away from where I live that's why I like the apartment so much because it was so close to everything.On my way to the hospital I kept looking to the seat next to me to see if Eddie would appear but he never came back not until I parked the car and scared the shit out of Me.

"Jesus Christ!!" I shouted

"Sorry sweetheart, I had to make sure I looked decent when you got here ."

He winks at me .

"You came to the hospital ?"

"Yeah duh ,I've been here since last night my uncle was here ,he didn't see me though I don't understand how you can see me .Well anyway Harrington was there so I decided to try something and I went inside him."

'What do You mean inside him?'

"You know how in the ghost movie you go into someone that's alive and control them ,we'll I went inside of him and made him brush my hair and shave me ,you know make me look good for when you got there ,it was a weird experience never tell him I did that ." He shivers

"That was the weirdest conversation I ever had with someone ." I chuckled while getting out of the car .

"So ,you and Jason huh?" eddie startles me

"Jesus Christ Eddie, you need to stop scaring me like that ."

"I love scaring you ." He smirks

"I can tell ."

"So what did you see in Jason?" He asked

"You can't get over that, can you ?".

"Nope never will Jason lover "he cackles

Thinking he is the funniest metalhead around town.

"Well because of Jasón I move here,,4 years ago he asked me to move him With him And I did, I moved here to Hawkins and got myself a job as a high school teacher because of him you met me so thank him for that ." I must have looked like An idiot talking to myself walking inside the hospital .

"Damn ,if I had a teacher like you back in high school I would have never skipped class." He flirted

"Eddie." I blushed like a

School girl covering my face with my hands .

"What is the true ." He walk in front of me backwards not looking where he was going .

"Be careful!!"I said thinking he was going to

Bump into someone but he just went through the person and I shook my head at his cocky smirk.

"I'm sorry ." I told the man who almost bumped into Eddie giving me a weird look .

"You're such a dork ." I giggled and stopped when we reached the front desk where a grumpy looking nurse was sitting .

"Umm hello ." I say softly

"How can I help you?" She asked not even bother looking at me ,she was watching videos on her phone .

"I was wondering in what room is Eddie Munson in ?" I asked

She didn't say anything but just started typing on her computer .

"Edward Al Munson is in room 204 Thats upstairs in the third floor ." She tells me

"Thank you." I tell

Her and start walking to the elevators .

As soon as I walked in Eddie appeared next to me "Hello Edward Al Munson." I giggle

"Oh shut up !!" He pretended to slightly punched my arm

"Ouch!!" I fake making him laugh

"You can't even feel it ."

I feel something alright but I don't know how

To describe it to him I don't know if I should even tell him.

The elevator door opens to the third floor .

And Eddie and I stepped out, this hall is really quiet, super quiet. We walked around passing rooms with people attached to wires to there bodies and machines around them keeping them alive .

Was Eddie going to be like this?

I stopped when I saw room 204 .

The room wasn't not like the rest of the other rooms that had glass walls .Eddie's room is actually a regular room.he had a Private room just for him.

I reached for the doorknob and open the door slowly walking in .

When I entered the room it was decorated with posters of bands like Metallica,Dio Black Sabbath and I could hear music playing in the background.

It was Metallica's "Master of puppets."

I turned back to see Eddie but he wasn't behind me anymore .

I kept walking until I reached the curtain that was covering Eddie's bed from the view of the entrance .

I stopped feeling my heart starting to beat faster. I extended my arm to move the curtain to the side slowly and saw Eddie unconscious in bed with tubes on his nose that helped him breathe and a big tube going down his throat.

On the side was a screen that kept checking his blood pressure and his heartbeat .

I approached slowly towards him.

It was the same Eddie that I would talk too but now here he was unconscious.

He looks Exactly the same.

I reached for his hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it .

"I-I can feel that ?" Eddie suddenly appears next to me .

This time I wasn't scared .

It's like I was expecting him to appear .

I kept my hand right where it was looking at Eddie in the bed .

"I can feel you touching my hand ." Eddie tells me ..

"How is that possible ?" I asked him

"I don't know ."

I stayed in that hospital room for a few hours with Eddie and talked about random stuff he used to do when he was alive or awake .

It was so weird watching him sitting down next to me but at the same time being in that bed attached to all those wires .

I hadn't realized I've been quiet for so long until Eddie told me .

"What's wrong ?" He asked, "Are you crying ?"

"No." It came with a small squeal and more tears fell down my cheek "I'm sorry Eddie ." I managed to say

"For what ?" He asked

"For thinking that your not worth it Eddie you decided to take your life because you thought you weren't love ."I cried

"Aria ." He said softly

"Hello." I heard someone say ,

I wiped my tears and saw Eddie had left.

"Hello there ." Dustin walked in

"You came to visit him ."

"Yeah ,I wanted to tell him that I'm taking good care of his apartment until He wakes up ." I smiled at him..

No one's pov

But what Aria didn't know was that Dustin had heard what she was talking to Eddie the whole time.

Aria had forgotten to close the door and Dustin walked in and heard her talking to Eddie. He thought she was talking to Eddie, who was lying unconscious on the bed, not with the ghost of Eddie .

"Well I have to leave ." Aria got up from the chair and took one more glance at Eddie and she could swear she saw his finger moving.

She gasped and looked at Dustin"He does that a lot ,the doctors say it's a good sign."Dustin sits on the chair Aria was just sitting not that long ago.

Aria steps out of the room with a big knot on her throat. The metalhead she talked to was not dead; he was actually alive by those machines.

Aria’s pov

I walked a little faster trying to get to my car and cried .

"Aria?" I heard Eddie's voice from a distance but I didn't turn around. I couldn't see him right now.

I wanted to cry.

I needed to cry. It hurt me seeing Eddie attached to all Those wires .

I wish I could have met him before he decided to take his life .

But I didn't .

Without realizing I was outside the hospital in the parking lot walking to my car .

I got the keys out and open the door and got in fast locking at the door behind me .

And that's where I couldn't hold it anymore

The tears started falling down without permission. I was cryin for someone that I never met in person .

Well I met his ghost or his soul. I don't know how it works .

When Claire told me to go out there and find someone I never saw me falling for someone was in a coma.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #stranger things #love #lovers #ghost love story #ghost story #ghost

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aureutr · 1 year

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My Mystery Pain in 2022, by Month

I feel trite being like “it’s been a journey!” but it kinda has.

Quick sum up, I have an acute pain roughly in the area of my right ovary. I used to think it was menstrual cramps because mine were horrible, but once I went on bc it persisted even though I wasn’t having periods anymore. So in roughly August 2021 I started trying to figure out wtf it actually is.

Also, all of this has been very expensive despite the fact that I have very good insurance through my husband’s job (I’m not asking for money, just a note).

2021

Thought it might be endometriosis, but OBGYN thought it was an ovarian cyst. Got ultrasounds, including a trans-vaginal ultrasound. It was not a cyst. OBGYN referred me to a GP.

GP thought it might be a hernia. Got a CT scan. Also had an MRI at some point but I honestly forget when in this span it was. The pain was not a hernia. GP referred me to a surgeon.

Surgeon poked at me and went “that’s probably endometriosis” and referred me back to the OBGYN

January

Had an exploratory laparoscopy to check for endo. They found some! ...on the wrong side. Nothing in the area of the pain that would explain it. Referred back to GP

February

GP referred me to a gastro NP (the wait to see the MD was months and months). She ordered a colonoscopy.

March

Colonoscopy comes back squeaky clean (literally, considering what you have to go through the day before 😂).

April

NP puts me on a couple of medications to see if they work (they don’t). At my request, refers me to a specialty clinic. I’m being vague on purpose, but think Mayo Clinic (it was not the Mayo Clinic)

Drive for hours (one way) to get to specialty clinic. They poke at me and go “umm this isn’t gastro related, go to pain clinic I guess?”

They say there’s not a huge difference between their pain clinic and what I’d find locally, so I ask for a referral I can take to a local place. It didn’t make sense to make the drive every time if I didn’t have to.

May

Check back in with GP. I have to say, I really like my GP. Just because she couldn’t find the answer and kept referring me to other doctors doesn’t mean she wasn’t doing her job. We had a lot of possibilities to eliminate!

Anyway, the pain clinic GP is associated with doesn’t have any appointments until September.

So I find another one!

New pain MD thinks it’s a nerve issue. Meralgia Paresthetica, he says. That covers a lot of possible specifics, but

I ask new pain MD about perhaps a TENS unit, because a friend of mine has one and I was curious as to if it would work for me. He literally screams at me about how it’s not a viable treatment. Sets up an appointment for a nerve block.

On my way out he hands me a printout about the condition so I can learn some more. Printout recommends TENS unit for mitigation.

Day of nerve block is weird af. There are a ton of people there, all patients. It’s run like an assembly line, almost. All of the nurses and assistants are great and kind and helpful. Pain MD is still a weird jerk.

I don’t know what he did, but all the nerve block accomplished was making the pain 100x worse (temporarily). When I mention this, he screams again about how he used imaging to find the nerve so what I was feeling wasn’t possible.

Follow-up was a phone call, during which I insisted my husband be present. Once again, Pain MD screamed at me for asking a question. He tells me that I can mitigate with lidocaine patches, but they probably won’t work so I should let him surgically implant an electrode instead.

I don’t want to do that, and even if it was the only answer I no longer trust Pain MD. Go back to GP and ask for a referral to the pain clinic I have to wait for.

In the meantime, start wearing lidocaine patches. It helps a little bit.

June

Waiting. Husband has knee surgery. It goes well and he heals quickly, and if I’m honest I’m relieved I can give some care back to him for a change. He doesn’t like to let people take care of him but I like to do it.

July

Waiting. But y’know, we can’t have socialized medicine in America because the wait times would be too long! 🙃

August

Still waiting! As a note, the pain is so bad that I regularly had to call out of work (generally half days, I always tried to push through until I couldn’t). I napped constantly, had almost no energy. I can’t use my home office because sitting upright in an office chair makes it worse. Nothing really makes it better other than sleep, but I found ways to prevent it from getting to the worst point.

September

After Pain MD, I now always have Husband go with me to initial doctor appointments so I can use his tall, white, cis dude powers to my advantage.

Fortunately, new Pain MD seems like a good guy and is very attentive. Has me do a pelvic X-ray because it was the only “easy” test that hadn’t been done. He didn’t think that it would be the answer, and was up front about that, but felt like it was due diligence. X-ray found nothing

He prescribes gabapentin, orders me a TENS unit, and puts me in physical therapy. He isn’t convinced physical therapy would help, but insurance will cover it and it’s something to try.

Gabapentin gives near-immediate relief. I drop from a daily 6 or 7 to a daily 2 or 3. It’s like I’m a person again.

Also refers me to a neurologist, whose first available appointment is December 30th.

October

Physical therapist is kind and helpful. Go 2x a week. It’s all individual exercises that aren’t hard on their own, but they add up.

I am still wearing lidocaine patches daily (I start cutting the big ones in half because I don’t like the material of the little ones), taking gabapentin, and regularly using the TENS unit. All together they help a lot, but nothing makes it completely go away.

November

Finish “evaluation period” of physical therapy. Pain has gotten worse since (not as bad as pre-mitigations, but still worse). Physical therapist and I agree that this is not a problem that PT can solve.

Have follow-up with new pain MD (actually with his PA). Gapabentin gets increased, no other changes.

December

Check in with pain PA again. She orders two separate nerve block tests, scheduled for January. They had been hesitant to do this because I had one done, but apparently the original pain MD I saw has a bad reputation. They didn’t dump on him, but professionally agreed when I did. There’s a suspicion that the first one was not done correctly.

Meet with neurologist (again, Husband comes to this first meeting). Mentions that this might possibly be a pinched nerve in my back, despite the core of the pain being in the front. Orders a nerve conduction study, not yet scheduled because insurance has to approve it first. Because American healthcare is hell. And I have good insurance!!

I also got laid off at the beginning of this month. Insurance is through my husband’s job, so fortunately that does not immediately affect my care.

Now

Three tests coming up (two nerve blocks, also nerve conduction study), then we’ll see. If it does turn out to be a pinched nerve in my back it might be fixable with surgery. But there’s a very good chance this is just something I live with and mitigate for the rest of my life. I don’t know yet.

Anyway, it’s kind of hard to feel creative on top of all of this so that’s why fics and art have kind of tapered off as the year wore on. I want to get back into it, but I try not to force hobbies. They should always be fun.

I don’t have a thesis statement to conclude. I wrote this out for me, really. I know this blog is mostly shitposts and fandom stuff, but it’s still a blog. Thanks for reading if you did, I hope you didn’t feel obligated to <3

#real life #tmi #this is mostly for me I guess #but wow it's been a lot

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