#EMT: Well we wouldn't want that

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Fluent Freshman - Part 22

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Y’know how sometimes you have something that you need to do or something that you know is going to happen but you just keep…putting it off? Like you know at some point it is going to happen but you put it off over and over and over and over again? You’re getting increasingly anxious every time you put it off because you know it has to get done but you also know that the longer you wait the worse it is going to get. Finally, FINALLY, the anxiety is just a little too much and you end up having to deal with it.

You finally deal with it and the whole ordeal takes maybe five minutes tops and it was in no way shape or form worth the level of anxiety that you put yourself through. Like you worried about this for a good and long while and it wasn’t even that bad?

That is currently how FF feels about being stabbed by Andrew Minyard.

This is what he was so worried about that he had lost sleep, had nightmares, had lost weight, and had exacerbated his stress ulcers over.

Getting stabbed wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he had thought it was going to be. Maybe it was the fact that it was just a single stab wound instead of the Psycho levels that he had been imagining (Wow, showers were going to be so much less stressful now that he didn’t have to confirm Andrew Minyard’s location before triple checking the lock). Maybe it was the fact that he is PUMPED full of adrenaline from his fights against Jackson and Romero but the stab wound didn’t even really hurt at the moment.

This isn’t even the worse thing that had happened to him this year!

That honor still goes to the joint winners of when his Step Family and mother found out that he had a full-ride to Palmetto and when he had tripped up the same step on the stairs at school three times in a row as people watched and laughed.

(Maybe also the solitary congratulations from his Grandma in regards to his graduation but FF doesn’t let himself think about that, won’t think about it.)

He wouldn’t necessarily call being in a state of ‘stabbed’ a pleasant time but Andrew was being so NICE about it.

“Stop trying to sit up you fucking idiot!” Andrew shouts at him.

Well….Andrew’s version of nice.

(This is the same version of nice that he had misunderstood for months at this point. Maybe FF is just enough in shock from the stab wound in his stomach that he’s starting to grasp the basics in the difficult language of Andrew Minyard’s niceness.)

Andrew had gotten off the phone with 911 and then started pulling off his own jacket before draping it over FF’s upper body, wedging his phone between his shoulder and his ear, and then Andrew started to apply pressure to his stomach wound.

Ow.

That is not a great feeling. This stabbing may eke out past the great triple trip of March 2010.

“No, take back your jacket. You’ll get cold if you don’t have it on.” FF argues because his own jacket is barely doing the job. Maybe it’s the cold pavement of the alley, maybe it’s the blood loss, or maybe it’s the cooling sweat he’d worked up but he is shivering pretty badly.

A thought occurs to him as he feels the weird wet stickiness of his own blood sticking to Nicky’s shirt. “Can you help me get my jacket off?” He asks looking pleadingly at Andrew, “It’s my dad’s. I don’t wanna mess it up with my blood.” He clarifies when Andrew looks at him like he’s a lunatic.

Except his second call must connect right then because Andrew’s answer is non-sensical to what FF had asked, “Neil, let Roland know the police and ambulances are en route.” There’s a brief pause and the pressure against his stomach increases as a muscle in Andrew’s jaw jumps. “Smith got stabbed.” He says and he looks angry, angrier than FF had ever seen Andrew when he’s talking to Captain Neil. There is another pause, more than likely Neil saying something or asking a question, “No, it wasn’t them.” Andrew grits out and the pressure on FF’s stomach hurts, “Just get out here, I need help with smith and making sure these two assholes don’t go anywhere before the police come and grab them.” He says before he pulls one hand away from Smith’s stomach (wow he really is bleeding isn’t he?) to hang up the phone.

Andrew’s gaze turns back to him fully, “You’re not moving an inch Smith, your jacket can be cleaned.” He hisses. “Now stay still and don’t fall asleep.” He orders.

Andrew seems stressed so FF complies. He can’t help but notice how Andrew’s hands seem to be shaking as the press down on his stomach. He kind of wishes he had a pillow or something for his head because he’s starting to feel a little dizzy. Andrew’s jacket would be safer from his blood if it was a pillow instead of a blanket. Still, FF would sooner die than spit on any of Andrew’s current efforts to make him more comfortable.

He looks at the knife sticking out of his stomach. Well, he might die regardless of whether or not he spits on Andrew’s efforts.

He needs to take his mind off this.

“Should we take it out and pretend the Dundee knife stabbed me instead??” FF asks letting his mind go to the first thought in his head so that he could be distracted from his own mortality. “I think it’s still under the dumpster over there.” He moves to point one of his hands towards where the knife had remained throughout this entire ordeal.

Andrew’s knee pinned his arm before he could move it, “Stop moving Smith.” Andrew reminded him before moving his knee. “We have to leave the knife in. You’ll bleed to death otherwise.” Andrew reminds.

“I guess that’s true, so do we just say that Romero got a handle on your knife and stabbed me?” He asks fighting his own shivers since he’s a little worried that any shaking on his part would just make the stab wound worse.

“I stabbed you Smith.” Andrew says looking at him with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, I know,” FF agrees, “but we’re not going to say THAT to the cops.” He says and shock really is one HELL of a drug because he thinks he might have actually given Andrew Minyard an incredulous look with his atrophied face muscles. It’s either Shock or the knowledge that even if he irritates Andrew, what’s Andrew going to do about it?

STAB HIM?

“You’re going to lie to the cops?” Andrew asks, “I STABBED you Smith.” Andrew repeats.

“Yeah, I know!” FF repeats back, “You stabbed me on ACCIDENT.” FF makes sure to use the same intonation that Andrew had used to emphasize the word Stabbed. “Jackson wanted to stab me on PURPOSE. You saw that knife Andrew.” He tries to gesture towards the knife again but again Andrew’s knee pinned his hand.

He could use his other one but the reminder to stay still is enough.

“I still stabbed you.” Andrew says removing his knee again when it’s clear that FF wasn’t going to try and gesture again.

“Well, if I was going to get stabbed by anyone, I guess I’m glad my first time was with you.” Andrew let’s out a bark of a laugh that sounds more like it was punched out of him than anything, “Honestly, I don’t think Jackson would have given me his jacket afterwards or try and help me keep my blood in my body.” He says and it feels like a victory (not a both hands in the air victory cry level victory but it was close) when Andrew’s face settled into one of faint amusement.

“Probably not.” Andrew agreed, “He doesn’t seem big on Aftercare.” He says.

FF doesn’t know what that means but nods like he does, “So, Romero got a hold of your knife during our tussle and he’s the one who stabbed me. Okay? That’s the story I’m going to stick with no matter who asks me.” He looks Andrew in the eye.

“Alright Smith,” one of Andrew’s hands leaves his stomach and clasps around his shoulder and FF can’t help but notice how neither of Andrew’s hands are shaking anymore. “We can lie to the police.” He squeezes FF’s shoulder.

“Nice.” He says and lets his head fall back onto the concrete. He hears a siren in the distance and hopes it’s coming for him.

They sit in silence for maybe 30 seconds before the door slams open and only Andrew’s hands on his stomach and shoulder keep him from shooting straight up in a panic. Captain Neil seemed to take in the scene at lightning speed but it was Andrew who spoke first, “You left Aaron and Nicky with Roland?” He asks.

“Yeah I did,” Captain Neil confirms and FF can see the moment that his eyes land on the knife handle jutting out of FF’s stomach, “Andrew, what are we going to tell the police?” Captain Neil asks and FF could already see Neil crafting a lie to cover Andrew. That’s one of the things that FF likes about Captain Neil and Andrew’s relationship. He thinks it’s nice that both of them have someone who no matter the circumstances would be there with a shovel to help bury a body. He even thought it was nice when he thought it’d be his body!

“The second guy stabbed me.” The lie comes out smoothly which is good because he is planning on committing to it and Captain Neil blinks and looks at him, “He got hold of Andrew’s knife during the tussle.” He adds.

Captain Neil looks to Andrew, “You said it wasn’t-“

“I guess Smith can lie to a liar.” Andrew interrupts.

Captain Neil’s eyes widen before a wicked grin spread across his face that made FF just a little uncomfortable but only because Andrew’s grip on his shoulder suddenly tightened and his nostrils flared the way they did before the two usually started speaking in Russian.

He can handle being stabbed, he cannot handle being in shock and pretending that he doesn’t know what the two of them are saying to one another.

“Can you tell Nicky I’m sorry I got blood on his clothes?” He asks and both Captain Neil and Andrew’s gaze snap away from eye-fucking each other. He looks down and the clothes are black and they haven’t moved the knife so the wound is plugged still but yeah there’s definitely blood seeping into the shirt, not to mention the hole. “Could you tell him I’m sorry about that?” He asks.

“You are going to tell him yourself Smith.” Andrew hisses, “You are going to be fine. Do you understand me?” He asks before turning to Neil, “Can you bunch your jacket under his legs, it’s better to keep them higher than his head and heart?” He asks.

Aw.

Andrew is just so nice.

He can’t BELIEVE he thought Andrew wanted to hunt him for sport.

He’d apologize for thinking that but he thinks it’d be better to just let that particular misunderstanding go unmentioned.

Captain Neil bunches his jacket up and puts it under FF’s legs before he goes over to check on Romero and Jackson. In the corner of his eye he sees Captain Neil pause at the sight of Romero before moving over to Jackson.

“Why is he in these?!” Neil asks baffled.

“It’s a weird sex alley Captain Neil! I don’t know WHAT to tell you!” Yeah he’s definitely going into shock. The sirens are getting closer though so he’ll probably be okay.

***

The cops all have a bit of a laugh about Jackson’s cuffs until Neil tells them exactly who they are taking into custody. Neil could admit that he’s a little irritated with Andrew that at no point did the man clarify that the people who FF and Andrew were dealing with were Romero and Jackson.

Those are his father’s goons.

“They were here for me.” Neil says to the police officer and Andrew’s hand tightens in his, “They tried to take Smith because he’s my friend.”

They had decided on their story before the cops came. FF had no idea who any of these people were and was just defending himself. He’d gone out to catch his breath in the alley when Jackson had shown up. Neil had asked how in the world FF had handled Jackson on his own but FF must have been getting kind of loopy from blood loss because all he said was, “He told me to sing so I did.”

Neil can find out the full story later.

The important part is.

“Jackson went after Smith but Smith won the fight.” Neil says looking at where the cops are trying to decide how to get the fuzzy pink handcuffs off of Jackson to get him in the far more secure police issued handcuffs.

“Your friend said that you and he took out Romero together. That Romero is the one who stabbed him with your knife.” He says.

“Yes.” Andrew answers simply and Neil squeezes his hand as a reminder, “I went out to grab a smoke and Romero followed after me. Romero got hold of one of my knives in the struggle and stabbed Smith.” Andrew says with his usual deadpan affect.

“Yeah that’s what your friend Smith was saying too.” The officer says. “Well, I’m sure the FBI will want to talk to you all further but for now it’s a pretty clear cut case of self defense and no one but your friend has any serious injuries.” The officer pats Neil on the shoulder and Neil manages not to shirk away from the touch. The officer retracts his hand, “You guys are free to go tonight.” He says and turns back towards the car where a dazed Romero is in the back seat.

“Where did they take Smith?” Andrew asks since they’d been shepherded away from Smith the moment the ambulance had come. They hadn’t been able to ask which hospital Smith was going to be taken to so they could go and get updates.

“Lexington.” The cop answers, “Go on and see your friend. He seemed pretty loopy he kept talking about some beauty contest thing when he was getting loaded into the ambulance. I’m sure he’ll be a riot on painkillers.” The cop goes for a joke but it twists something in Neil’s stomach to think of FF so out of it that he’s talking nonsensically.

He feels Andrew’s hand stiffen in his and knows he’s not alone.

“Thanks.” Neil says before they head towards the front of the club. The club had been emptied out when the cops had come so Roland was babysitting Aaron and Nicky for them while they talked to the cops and FF was loaded out to the hospital.

In a way it’s almost a blessing that Nicky and Aaron are both so blasted that they aren’t comprehending any of what’s going on. They’ll have to drop them off back at the house before they go to the hospital. They’ll beat Wymack there easily even after the interrogation and drop off.

FF had asked them to call Wymack to let him know what was going on “I gave him the rights to make health care decisions for me if I’m incapacitated.” FF had said so Neil texts Wymack the hospital and the address after Andrew rattles it off for him.

“I don’t like that you hid it from me.” Neil says in the car.

“They wanted to kill you.” Andrew won’t apologize.

They still hold hands on the drive back to the Columbia house.

Andrew takes care of getting Aaron into bed while Neil helps Nicky.

Nicky who looks at Neil with a loopy smile and Neil hurts knowing that tomorrow when Nicky finds out about tonight and how he was too blasted to do anything to help FF.

Andrew and Neil reconvene in the Maserati and make their way to the hospital before either of them realize the issue.

“What is the name of the patient you’re looking for an update on?” The receptionist asks.

Both Andrew and Neil freeze.

Fuck.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Andrew: Smith is in the hospital. #Wymack (half awake): What did you do #Andrew: He got stabbed #Wymack: I thought you LIKED Smith #Wymack: Whatever admit to nothing I'm on my way #Twenty minutes later Andrew gets a text informing him that Kevin is coming #Andrew: Great just great #FF is having the time of his life in the ambulance #They gave him something for his pain #FF: You get what I mean right? Like that was a funny line since it's about Miss Congeniality? #EMT: Now that I understand the context that's a solid joke #FF: THANK YOU. #FF: I can't BELIEVE none of those cops got it #FF: I was so glad you loaded me in here because I thought I was going to die of shame when no one laughed #EMT: Well we wouldn't want that #EMT: How's your pain by. the way buddy? #FF: Wow four friends in one night. I am on a ROLL. #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #Andreil #AFTG AU #My Fic #FF - Part 22

[sturniololoco]

Big Game pt 6

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x Nathan Doe

Warnings: blood, falling, kissing, wall punching?, etc.

Nate’s POV

I lifted SLS/N off the couch as I heard the ambulance pull up to the warehouse. The EMTs rushed over and took her from me, laying her on a stretcher and asking her questions. She was only able to mumble little responses as they lifted her into the back of the van.

I climbed in with her, holding her hand. She tried to squeeze back, but could barely manage in her current state. Chris tried to climb in as well, but the EMT stopped him.

"Only one in the van." He grunted, working fast to check SLS/N's blood pressure.

Chris looked at me, his eyes fearful. I began to stand up to let him in, but Matt stopped me.

"You go with her, we'll follow." He grabbed Chris's arm, leading him to their car in a sprint. Nick was already in the back.

The EMTs closed us in and began working on SLS/N as best they could till we got to the hospital.

-

They unloaded SLS/N out of the van, sprinting the stretcher inside and barking orders. Me right behind them. The only words I could comprehend out of their mouths were "Lost a lot of blood" and "Hurry up".

They got SLS/N to a room and ran her inside. I could see a doctor already in the waiting, gloves on his hand. I began to walk behind her, but a nurse stopped me, telling me I couldn't be in the room with her yet.

She then shut the door in my face, leaving me no choice but to wait for the triplets in the waiting room.

On my way down the hallway, I felt all of the emotions I'd been holding in let go, causing me to punch the wall.

"Fuck!" I yelled into the empty hallway. The tears started welling in my eyes. I couldn't walk, I couldn't breathe.

I sunk down on the floor, tears pouring, my chest tightening uncomfortably. I put my head in my hands and sob.

I then hear loud footsteps running down the hall. I stand up and see the triplets sprinting down the hallway towards me.

Chris gets there first, wrapping me in a hug. I was taken aback but hugged home all the same. He pulled back and held me in front of him by the shoulders, looking at me with red puffy eyes due to crying.

"Chris, I can't lose her. I love her so goddamn much." I say to him, my voice shaking and coming out in sobs. He pulls me back in, Matt and Nick joining us this time.

"We know Nate," Nick says, not sounding mad, only squeezing me tighter in his embrace.

Then we walk to the waiting room to wait.

-

"Sturniolo?" A nervous voice calls about six hours later. We all jump to our feet and follow her back down the hallway.

She opens the door after saying, "She's awake and responsive, just be quiet. Her head most defiantly hurts."

We nod and then walk through the open door.

SLS/N was lying in her hospital bed, her leg, which was now in a full-on cast, being suspended from a hammock-looking thing.

She gave us a sleepy smile, her own face stained with tears. I walk up to her and kneel beside her bed, grabbing her hand.

"How ya feeling, sweetheart?" I ask her, the tears threatening to fall again.

"I'm fine! I got a new haircut!" She says, her voice coming out raspy from sleep. She takes her arm and flips her hair to the side, allowing us to see a square of hair shaved off, now replaced with stitches.

I let out a breathless laugh. Only SLS/N would be joking right now.

I stood up, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then backed away, allowing her brothers to check in on her. Chris wouldn't stop apologizing, no matter how many times she told him "I'm okay, It was an accident."

He eventually gave up and settled for a hug. Nick and Matt also said their hello's, checking in on their baby sister.

-

Nick went to the front desk to work on some paperwork while the rest of us stayed behind with SLS/N.

"Nate?" I hear her call.

I stand up so fast and walk to her side, sitting on the edge of her bed. She gives me grabby hands, signaling that she wants a hug. I do so, despite the awkward angle due to her broken ankle.

I lean in and give her a kiss, deep and passionate, but not too hard so as not to hurt her head. Just as I was about to tell her how much I love her, and how I was glad she was okay, Nick walked back into the room.

"ew, get a room!" He yells, making a fake gagging noise.

"This is my room jackass! You can leave anytime!" She shouted at her brother, who immediately shut up. She pulls my neck, and brings me back in for another kiss.

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[love-islike-abomb]

Its all coming back to me now

Roman reigns x Emeline(OC)

"There were moments of gold

And there were flashes of light

There were things we'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than all your laws allow"

Warnings: smut, its sad but has a happy ending, I guess it's my way of working out how I feel about WM40, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2,374

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A heaviness came over her seeing him laying on the mat. Her heart dropped into her stomach, tears welling in her eyes. She dropped to the floor, her legs unable to hold her up anymore "Emeline!" She knew the voice but it wasn't his! With all her strength she forced herself to stand and as fast as her legs would carry her she ran. She didn't know where she was running to but she just wanted away from here.

The sound of the pouring rain filled her ears when she opened the door to the arena, numbing her senses. She ran out and slammed the door behind her. Running into the street, she hadn't payed attention to the cars that were driving by. A loud horn signaled the unthinkable. She'd been hit!

Laying on the ground, her legs broken and pain shooting through her all she cared about, still, was him. The person yelling at her was hazey. Their voice was muffled. Then she heard the sirens and everything went black.

Romans POV

I walked up the wrap to the wiseman and just broke. We shared a long hug "your wife is waiting for you my tribal chief!" He Said. I walked back stage and Dakota came running to me "Roman we can't find Emeline!" She said.

"what?" I asked "Paul just said she was waiting for me!"

"she ran out of the arena after the match! Hunter tried to stop her but she was in her own world! Her eyes were glossed over! And we heard a car honk!"

My blood ran cold "you didnt think to go fucking look?!" I yelled before running outside. When I saw the red and blue lights I knew in my gut she was hurt! I ran as fast as I could to the ambulance. The cop stopped me before I could cross "sir you can't go past here!"

"that's my wife!" I yelled, before he moved aside and let me pass "Emeline! Baby girl!" Her eyes were shut and her face was scraped up and bruised. I looked down and saw her legs were broken. This is all my fault! "Emeline, I'm so sorry!" I kissed her forehead.

"sir she's alive but we have to get her to the hospital! She's probably gonna need emergency surgery!" The EMT said.

"what happened?" I asked.

"someone who saw the whole thing said she ran out into the street and looked like she was distraught. She hadn't payed attention to the cars and..." He stopped, seeing my reaction. I grabbed her hand and held it to my face, all I could do was cry. This was all my fault. I let her down!

"Emeline please come back to me!" I sobbed, holding her hand in mine. My world stopped. I couldn't lose her! "Sir we have to put her in the ambulance. You can ride with her." The EMT said.

I let go of her hand so they could get her in the ambulance and hopped in beside her, grabbing her hand again, tears welling in my eyes. If it kills me I was gonna beat Cody's ass!!

When we got to the hospital, I called Seth, dwayne, Paul, jimmy, and hunter and let them know what happened. Hunter gave me some half assed apology about it and I nearly tore him a new one but Emeline wouldn't want me to do that so I just said "thanks!" And hung up.

Just as they wheeled her back into surgery Paul walked up to me hugged me "how is she?" He asked.

"they just wheeled her back into surgery!" I said "her legs are broken!"

"I'm so sorry!" Paul said "Dwayne's on his way along with the twins and solo!"

The realization of what happened finally hit me and I broke down "I can't lose her Paul!"

"it's gonna be ok! She's gonna be ok!" He said.

4 hours later

When the doctor finally came out I was trying to read his expression but he was blank and my heart sank.

"how is she?" I asked.

"She's stable but both her femurs were broken. She's gonna need physical therapy and that's just the emergency part of it. We don't know if she had any head trauma and we won't know until she wakes up." He said "your wife is a fighter!"

"Can I go see her?" I asked.

"Of course!"

"Thank you! Where is she?"

"Room 406"

I ran down the hall and when I found her room, I walked in and my heart broke. She was connected to so many tubes and machines. I hadn't even noticed the nurse checking on her "you must be her husband?" She asked.

"Yes!" I said "a few others are going to be coming as well."

"We can only have 2 visitors at a time in the room. Its to keep the room clear for staff!" She said.

"I understand!" I said, forcing a half smile "I wasn't there to protect her! This is all my fault!" I broke down in tears. I felt a hand on my shoulder "it's not your fault. Accidents happen." She smiled "your wife is a very lucky woman to have a man like you and she's a fighter!"

"No, I'm the one who's lucky! She's stood beside me when no one else did! She believed in me when no one else would! Without her I wouldn't be who I am today!" I smiled.

"it's late why don't you get some sleep? The chair is a pullout." She said "I can get you a pillow and a blanket if you'd like?"

"i'll probably lay down later. My mind isn't going to shut off anytime soon! Especially not seeing her like this!" I said, grabbing Emeline's hand.

"well if you need anything just let me know!" She smiled.

"thank you!" I smiled back.

The next morning

I woke up with my head on my arm, I don't know when I fell asleep but I still had Emeline's hand and in mine. She had started to stir when I woke up and when she opened her eyes I was so happy "Emeline! Baby girl! Thank the gods your ok!" I reached to give her a kiss but she pulled away from me "who are you?" She asked.

The sting I felt in my chest was like nothing I'd felt before. I remembered the doctor said we wouldn't know if she had any head trauma until she woke up but I wasn't expecting this! I pressed the call button for the nurse.

"Hello, is everything alright?" She asked.

"Emeline's awake!" I said, my voice starting to crack "but she doesn't remember me!"

"we'll be right there!" The nurse said.

"you still haven't answered my question!" Emeline said "who are you?"

I reached for my wallet and pulled out a picture of us at our wedding "Emeline, I'm your husband!" I said, trying to keep myself from crying.

The nurse came running in the room "hey I know you want her to remembe but that's not the way to do it! It has to be gradual and she has to do it herself. I cant imagine what you feel right now but it's gonna be ok. 90% of the time the amnesia is temporary!" The nurse said trying to comfort me but it didn't work.

"I need to get some air!" I said, walking out of the room. My wife didn't remember me! The love of my life, my best friend didn't know who I was. I leaned against the wall and slumped to the ground, putting my head.in my hands. Tears fell down my face. I couldnt be without her! She was my world!

"joe?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"dwayne!" I said standing up and hugging him "she's awake but she doesn't remember me!"

I heard him sigh "it's not her fault or yours. Don't blame yourself! She'll remember you. I know it hurts but you can't rush it!"

"people keep telling me that but no one is telling me how to help her!" I yelled "my wife doesn't fucking remember me!"

Emeline's POV

I heard him shouting out in the hallway his couldnt remember him and I didn't understand why he was so angry. I felt sorry for him but I wasn't his wife. The nurse came in and gave me some pain medicine and I felt better. My brain was so scrambled I didn't even know how to start trying to figure out who he was.

"where's the tv remote?" I asked.

The nurse picked up the call light and showed me how to use it. I started flipping through the channels and couldn't find anything. Nothing interested me. I still had my phone so I decided to listen to some music. I hit the shuffle button and the sound of a piano filled My ears. It was a familiar sound but I wasn't sure why I knew it.

"I finished crying in the instant that you left!" I started to remember last night. "I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me!"

My friends started flashing in my head Naomi, iyo, Bayley!

"and if you kiss me like this!" Joe? "Joe!!" I yelled.

My body wouldn't move! I could hear his voice but I couldn't move!! Was I dead? No I can't be dead! I can hear him yelling! What's going on then? I tried to push a button, make a noise, anything but nothing! And then darkness. Empty, cold darkness!

3 days later

Emeline had started to slowly show signs of improvement. The doctors had hope that the coma was her brains way of healing itself and when she woke up she'd remember. All they could do was hope. Joe never left her side! Beside himself with grief all he could do was wait.

Holding her hand he fell asleep next to her again, hoping it was all a nightmare and he would wake up and she would be fine. A soft groan woke him "joe?" Her voice was faint but he clearly heard her say his name "baby girl?" He said rubbing her hair.

"what happened?" She asked "why am I in the hospital?"

"you were in an accident" he said, trying to figure out how to tell her "you had to have surgery because you were hit by a car! Are you in pain?" He asked.

"a little!" She said, as he reached for the call button. The nurse came in "your awake!" She smiled.

"how long was I out for?" Emeline asked.

"4 days!" The nurse said "do your remember anything?"

"I remember joe freaking out that I didn't know who he was and-"

"Emeline you've been out this whole time!" The nurse said "it's not uncommon for coma patients to dream"

"it was so real though!" She said "no matter how hard I tried to wake up I couldn't!"

"it's ok baby girl! You're ok!" He smiled at her.

"I'm gonna go get the Dr!" The nurse said, leaving them alone. He smiled widely at her "I'm so glad you're awake! I was so worried!"

"I don't remember what happened!" She said.

"it's probably best you don't right now." He said "it could make things worse!"

The Dr came in a few moments later "Emeline! Its good to see you awake!" She smiled "your gonna need therapy for your legs, I'm gonna give you some very strong pain killers. You'll be in the hospital for. Few more days as long as things go well. You need to rest as much as possible!"

"can he stay with me?" She asked.

"of course he can!" The Dr smiled, noticing their hands intertwined.

A few months later

Emeline's legs were 70% better! They hadn't been able to be intimate since she got hurt and Both of them we're going crazy with want! When she woke up in their canopy bed, he was still next to her. It was still dark but the moonlight shinning in the room made his skin glow.

His gaze at her made that heat between her legs pool. His eyes darkened with lust when he pulled the blanket back, seeing her naked body. Her curves, her perky, beautiful breasts and her eyes lusting just as much as his "I need you baby girl!" He said leaning towards her, pulling her body as close to his as possible. Kissing down her shoulder he felt goosebumps form on her skin, his thick beard tickling her as he moved to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth.

She laid on her back, letting him crawl over her. Reaching his hand down, running it through her folds before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean "delicious!" He groaned, running the tip of his thick cock through her essence "joe please!" She groaned. Her pleas were music to his ears. He lined himself up with her entrance and slowly slid in, both of them letting out deep groans of pleasure. It'd been so long since they:d felt each other, both of them nearly busting at the sensation.

"Uhn! Fuck baby girl! I've missed how this pussy suckles my cock! Fuck!" He groaned.

He gently wrapped her legs around him, before lifting them over his shoulders "uhn! So fucking tight!"

A deep growls escaped him as he felt her pussy squeeze him even more "that's it baby! Give it to me! Let me feel you cum!" He growled. His words sending her over the edge, her walls spasming around him "oh fuck! That's my good girl! Milk my cock!" He growled throwing his head back, his own orgasm rocking his body, her walls milking him dry.

When he stilled inside her, they were both still spasming, neither one wanting to leave the other "I could stay like this all night!" She smiled.

He smiled back "I could to! I could make love to you all night long!"

"What's stopping you?" She smirked.

He smirked back "I love you baby girl!"

"I love you to!" She smiled. The rest of the night he showed her how much he's missed her, making her scream his name.

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #wwe smut #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #my tribal chief #wwe #wwe fanfic

[differenteagletragedy]

Hello, I believe you've done this for Derek but not Cove so if you haven't, could I possibly request a fic on how Cove would react to mc dying (whether it's by a freak accident, illness or something else can be up to you)? Thanks, I love your writings :)

I did do one, I'll link it right here!

But just for kicks, let's do another (sorry Cove)!

(Warning: car crash, graphic-ish)

Cove spent years building his life around you -- years well spent, in his mind. It was hard for him at times, getting so close to you, but wonderful at the same time. You overwhelmed him in the best way.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked from your seat on the passenger side of his car.

"Nothing," he answered automatically, flicking his eyes over to you.

"Not a thing?" you teased.

He sighed in that long-suffering way of his, then came out with the truth. "I was thinking about you."

"What about me?"

Cove thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. You'd been dating for five years at that point, having gotten together at the tender age of 13, but he still wanted to make sure he said the right thing.

"Just about how much I love you," was what finally came out.

"I love you too, Cove," you told him, reaching over to stroke his hair. "Always."

He smiled warmly, keeping his eyes on the road. He was coming up to an intersection, and when he saw his light turn green, he took the opportunity to glance back over at you.

That's how he saw the car running the red light.

Everything happened so fast. One second you were flashing that bright smile he loved so much, just for him, and the next your body was absorbing the full impact of the other car as it crashed at full speed into the passenger side of Cove's car.

The car started spinning, and Cove couldn't get control of it. He panicked until the car finally came to a stop down the road a bit, then took a breath and looked over at you.

Panic would have been a beautiful respite from the way he felt then.

There was blood, so much of it. The window had broken, leaving cuts, some big, some small, all over your body. Parts of you were bent in ways they shouldn't have been. Your eyes were open, but there was no life behind them.

"No," Cove said, quickly growing frantic. "No, no, no."

He threw his seatbelt off then leaned over. He tenderly put two fingers up to your neck, looking for a pulse. Even just a hint of one. But there was nothing.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. At some point someone, he wasn't sure who, pulled him out of the car. There were police there, and there was an ambulance. Someone tried to get him to go to the hospital, but he pushed them away. There was no way he was going to leave you.

It was like time slowed down but moved way too fast all at once, and all he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat. He couldn't breathe, not really. He didn't know what to do -- he wasn't processing what had happened, but he knew it was bad.

While he was vaguely aware of the crowd that had gathered, he only took notice when a familiar voice broke through everything that was going on in his head.

"Cove!" Cliff called out, running towards him and taking him into his arms.

Over his shoulder, Cove saw your moms approaching too. One of them let out a wail that felt like it cut right to the bone, but he still couldn't quite piece it together.

"We have to get to the hospital," he finally said, pulling back to look at his father.

"Are you hurt?" he asked him, looking over his body.

"I'm fine, but they need to look at --"

"Cove, no."

He looked at the older man, confusion plain on his face. What was the problem? Why wouldn't they take you to the hospital for treatment?

His eyes wandered over to the totaled car, and he saw that you weren't in it anymore. Nearby, two EMTs were wheeling a stretcher towards an ambulance with a long, zipped-up bag on top.

"Did ... did the person that hit us die?" he asked Cliff, not able to take his eyes off the bag.

"Son ..."

Cove was pulled back into a hug, and it helped ground him. that might have been a good thing, but it pieced everything together in his brain for the first time.

He wasn't sure when he started screaming, but he was still going when he was forced inside an ambulance.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #cove holden #olba mc #olba cove #our life cove #our live cove holden #cove x you #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden x you #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader

[my-own-walker]

Colin Zabel x Reader where the reader gets in a slight car accident (it’s not severe). BUT detective Colin to the rescue speeds his way to the collision and acts like she’s been seriously injured (when she’s only got little bruises). Rushing her home and taking care of her for the day. Just a very protective Zabel 😌

I'll Get To You

note: Ahhh wait I really love this request awwwww!!

warnings: mentions of car accidents, injuries, and a disgusting amount of fluff.

Omniscient perspective...btw.

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Y/N did nothing wrong. As soon as the light turned green, she drove straight, as one does. That was until some idiot in the opposing traffic lanes turned left straight into the back of the right side of her car. Her car spun out dramatically. She slammed on her brakes and her tires screeched, protesting against the sudden activity.

She was okay, minus some scratches and bruises on her face and arms from the airbags deploying.

The other driver was on his phone when he crashed into her. His car was totaled. He was also okay, though. His negligence, however, completely crushed her taillight and right side bumper.

Overall, they were both super shaken.

Y/N was just thankful to be alive. Grateful for the drivers behind her who had the wherewithal to stop dead in their tracks as soon as her car started spinning. No other cars were involved. It was a miracle everything turned out the way it did.

Police arrived on the scene quickly and ushered the involved cars off the road to a nearby gas station, Y/N and the offender in tow. She didn't even grab her phone from the car. Just the necessary documents to get the situation sorted.

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'Uh we got an 11-79 on Newtown Road, on the northbound side,' the police radio rang out in Colin's car. It was around 9 pm. He was driving home from an emergency call to investigate a case he was working on. He was excited to get home to Y/N. They had big plans to sit on the couch and watch the new episode on Succession while eating way too many snacks.

'Tan Nissan sedan and green Subaru hatchback involved, change to 11-80,' the radio scratched again. Colin's heart dropped. Green Subarus are not common.

Y/N had a green Subaru. 11-79 means accident, ambulance dispatched. 11-80? Accident with major injuries.

His shaking hands reached for the mic. Giving his badge number, he asked 'what's the plate on the Subaru?' voice trembling. They wouldn't think anything of him asking that. Just in case it was relevant to his murder investigation, they'd give him any information.

'3 - 9 - 8 - Whiskey - Echo - Kilo.'

Her fucking license plate number.

Colin immediately took a right on the road he was on, turning on his lights and sirens to make a clear path for himself. His heart and mind raced as he sped along the road, trying desperately to get to Y/N on Newtown road.

He drove nearly 90 miles per hour down the backroads of Delaware County, thinking of nearly every possibility. He couldn't imagine the sight of here hurt. His stomach churned realizing that this could be very, very serious.

He got to the scene of the crash within minutes. He pulled up onto a scary scene. Two ambulances were already there. Two other officers and their cars were there, too. Pulling closer, he realized that the cars had already been moved from the road and into a parking lot. Her car was in bad shape, and so was the other guy's.

His eyes welled as he thought the worst. This was something he never wanted to experience. He parked and ran to the scene. Y/N was sitting upright in the back of an ambulance on its platform, legs dangling off the bumper. An EMT was tending to her, cleaning a wound on her face.

'Baby!' he shouted, jogging up to her. 'Y/N are you okay?' His brow furrowed, twisted into a look of sheer concern. His stomach was still a pit.

'Colin, hey,' she sighed, relieved that he was there.

The EMT stepped aside to give them their moment, leaving with a quiet 'you're good to go.' Colin stepped forward and took her face in both of his hands, staring tearily into her eyes.

'Baby, I was so worried. I heard on the radio in my car. I got here as fast as I could. Are you hurt? What did they say? Where's the other fucking bastard, I'll kill 'em. I'll-' he rambled.

'Colin, my love, I'm okay. I promise. Just bruises and scratches on the both of us,' Y/N assured him.

'Was it him? Was he the one that hit you?' Colin spat loudly, pointing in the direction of the offender.

'Shh, Colin, yes, it's okay. My car will be okay, I will be okay, I promise,' she whispered.

'I swear, Y/N, I will kill the son of a bitch. How dare he hurt you?' Colin dropped his hands and rounded on the man, who was speaking to the officers that were already on the scene. 'What the fuck is wrong with you, bud?'

'Zabel. Zabel. Enough,' Officer Clark said, putting a hand out to stop Colin.

'And you, calling this an 11-80? Are you stupid? I was terrified!' Colin yelled.

'No, Zabel, this was always an 11-81. Get your radio checked out, maybe the signal cut out on the 1. Minor injuries. Now get the fuck out of here before I tell Chief Carter, huh?'

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The drive home was short. Colin rode with the lights and sirens on to get people out of his way. He just wanted Y/N to get home quickly and safely.

He guided her inside their home, making sure his hands never left contact with her body.

'Colin, I promise, I'm fine!' Y/N protested.

'Yeah uh huh, tell that to the gash on your forehead,' Colin insisted. 'On the couch, now.' He sat her down and grabbed a blanket out of the ottoman, wrapping her in it tightly. He rushed over to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water.

'What am I going to do with you?' Colin asked as he delivered the water to the coffee table in front of her. 'I love you so much, Y/N. You are so important to me. I can't lose you.'

'And you won't,' she smiled. 'I promise. I'm okay.'

'You look cold, let me get you another blanket,' Colin said, planting a kiss on her lips. He grabbed a second blanket from the back of the armchair in the room. 'Do you need a painkiller or something? I'm gonna turn the heat up I think.'

Y/N laughed from her blanket confines. 'How am I supposed to drink this if my arms are all wrapped up!' she chuckled. That chuckle turned into more of a cackle when she saw Colin come sprinting back into the room, pillow in one hand and a bottle of Advil in the other.

'I got it! I got it!' he declared. He propped the pillow up behind her and put down the medicine bottle, picking the glass up and bringing it to her lips. She could barely drink, she was laughing so hard.

'Colin, baby, this is why I love you,' Y/N laughed.

'This is no laughing matter, lady! Take your medicine,' he protested.

'You are so loving, and caring, and beautiful. I promise you, I'm all good,' she smiled.

His expression softened. He put down what he had in his hands and planted a giant kiss on her lips.

'Sorry, I got a little carried away, huh?' he resigned. She nodded, still smiling softly. 'Hah, 'm sorry sweetheart, I just want you to be okay.'

'And I am. Now can you please let me out of this straight jacket so we can cuddle?' Y/N asked.

'Oh, you don’t have to ask me twice!' Colin exclaimed, loosening the fabric's grip, hoisting her onto his lap.

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Yay! This was such a cute one. Thank you for the request! I described on of my own car accidents, lol. Personal experience pays off! 😅

#colin zabel x reader #colin zabel #mare of easttown #evan peters x female reader #evan peters #evan peters oneshot

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Y'all want my hot take on why we didn't have a Marshall movie for the second movie, but this time not focusing my answer on Skye?

THEY WERE AFRAID OF AUDIENCE REACTION.

No, really.

Marshall is a fan favorite, NOT ONLY AMONG KIDS - they gotta please the kids parents and relatives too, it's the parents and relatives who will spend their fortunes on buying Paw Patrol merchandise for their kids and throwing birthday parties with custom "I'm the Paw Patrol kid's dad/mom" matching shirts.

THEY KNOW IT'S NOT ONLY KIDS WATCHING THEIR SHOW AND MOVIES, heck they're all adults working there and you need TO LOVE kids stuff to create and/or work on GOOD kids animations. And EVEN MORE NOW after the Mighty Movie, they KNOW two things:

1- The younger kids might not care MUCH, but the older ones will and the percentage of adults that follow the show will as well: Everyone who loves Marshall will NOT be satisfied with just anything.

Usually the people who work on movies are not all the same from the show, so both things can run and get produced without interfering with each other. The people working in the movies are bound to know how the audience is reacting to the show in order to get things done okay in the movies as well, or at least do whatever they can do under what orders they receive.

They know people have been unhappy about Marshall being put more in the sidelines, they know people are unhappy with how they're following orders to give Skye more spotlight in the show which means she's been doing rescues that usually would be more suited for Marshall. It's like she's pushing Marshall to the sidelines. I don't even remember when was the last time I saw Marshall work as EMT and I don't remember last time I even saw his Ambulance in the show (I'm currently at the beginning of 7th season). They might even know how people miss Marshall's interactions with other pups, especially with Chase, as in the beginning they were portrayed as best friends, playing together, doing things together, and now it's like they're all just coworkers. My guess on that is because they're avoiding situations that can be used for shipping characters XD Given the whole issue with ideologies and whatnot now, I wouldn't be surprised they're avoiding anything remotely close to that.

They know people are unhappy and wish for Marshall to get his spotlight back.

2- THEY KNOW WE'RE UNHAPPY WITH HOW MARSHALL HAS BEEN PORTRAYED IN BOTH MOVIES SO FAR. Especially the whole issue about his clumsiness, which is barely hinted at in the movies, even if we see a lot about it in the show. Not to mention how it's treated mostly as "natural clumsiness", things that could have happened to literally ANY of the other pups, not because of his "clumsy condition". I mean, tripping while dancing, yeah, that's normal. Getting startled when a hologram shows up in your face? Any of them could have gotten startled outta their fur at that. Chase literally spawning by his side when you had just seen him all the way across the room not even half a second ago? I'D HAVE SCREAMED AND THROWN THAT FIREBALL OUT AND AWAY DUE TO SUCH JUMPSCARE TOO.

He didn't do MUCH in the movies at all, maybe just taking over the matters when Chase had his panic attacks in the first movie. Which also makes sense, we gotta admit that: Police AND FIREFIGHTERS are usually the ones who are more suited to do crowd control and deal with people. I'm not even going about how Marshall would take over, it's just that he's the more suited to go substitute Chase in ANY CASE. It's not just because they're close friends.

But aside from that? The main focus were Chase for the first movie, and Skye for the second. Marshall was along for the ride, as well as all other pups, but fans are ESPECIALLY UPSET literally because they felt Marshall was supposed to have the spotlight for the Mighty Movie and it turned out it just wasn't going to be about him XD He didn't do muuuuuch, he barely had not even a fraction of his signature clumsy moments.

And after how people complained after the first movie, they weren't going to do anything about Marshall just yet anyway. Now fans are even more pissed and I'm here holding my bucket of popcorn watching this circus catch on fire and waiting for our beloved firepup to come for the rescue.

Sort of literally XD

At least we know we're gonna get a third movie by 2026. Now it's a game of wait and see what it'll be like.

#HI HELLO HERE I COME AGAIN #Idk if this will become habit but yes I like to go off about these kinda things #You want my thoughts on something you'll probably get a whole essay on it #People said I should make Youtube videos like that but I don't have a nice background to put my webcams to proper use XD #Unless you wanna know the main reason why I relate SO MUCH to Rocky lol #Then you'd see it #Paw Patrol #Paw Patrol The Movie #Paw Patrol The Mighty Movie #Marshall #Paw Patrol Marshall #Chase #Paw Patrol Chase #Skye #Paw Patrol Skye

[lover-of-mine]

tease tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @wikiangela thank you

I wasn't gonna post anything today but then I remembered my Eddie Begins fic and with all my talk about how Eddie fell first and the way I'm leaning into something that looks like a mild feelings realization with this fic over my believes about what happened after that well, I actually went back to that, so have a bit of it kspakapkapakaosk prev snippet here

"Okay, the doctors should be here soon with your discharge papers," Buck says, coming back into the room and Eddie wants to cheer at the fact he wouldn't have to stay the night, "then we can get you home." "We?" He says, shooting a confused glance at Buck, who squares his shoulder as if he was expecting Eddie to put up a fight. "I'm staying with you," he says, tone final and Eddie groans. "Why?" "Why? Did you forget what happened today?" Buck's looking at him like he's crazy and he didn't think he should be this annoyed by it, but he is. "I don't need a babysitter, I'm a medic," he complains and Buck steps closer to the bed. "The only reason they are letting you go tonight is because I, a trained EMT, am agreeing to keep an eye on you so I don't care if you have a secret MD you never told me about, I'm staying with you or I'm not checking you out and you can stay here." "You wouldn't," Eddie frowns because he doesn't pout, but maybe he is pouting as Buck huffs, crossing his arms across his chest. "Try me."

Imma tag @bucks118 @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck 🩷

#writing #911 wip #buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #the trauma fic verse #i like this one #i REALLY like playing with the perception of canon so like #this one is fun kspakaoakaoakapa #i dont know why its taking so long to write #thats a lie i keep getting distracted lol #but yeah have this

[michellemisfit]

Since I am in the middle of exams period now, I'm thinking about a s5/6 canon divergent universe with Ian becoming an EMT while he's with Mickey. How do you think Mickey would have helped Ian study for his EMT exams?

I'm just on my way out the door to see Death Cab for Cutie so this is going to be brief, but:

Firstly, I love love love when we see Ian learning what to look out for during the primary assessment of a casualty, going through the DCAP-BTLS acronym while doing push ups. (Even though he makes a - canonically nonintentional, I assume - mistake, as the B stands for Burns, not Bruises - according to anything I've ever learnt).

It's well documented that exercise can increase your brain's readiness to absorb and retain information, and it's SUCH an Ian way of learning. I absolutely adore it!!

Now, I do not think that Mickey would be down with doing any actual exercising, but damn would he be happy to watch and egg Ian on from the side-lines. Probably while holding the flash cards or Ian's EMT Training text books (with the answers in the back). He would also love nothing more than interrupting and correcting while using his most obnoxious drill sergeant voice, jeering “Eeeerr! Wrong Gallagher! Drop and give me 20, and then try again!” every time Ian makes a mistake - You bet Mickey wouldn't let him get away with the B for Bruises nonsense! haha

Other ways in which Mickey would help:

Treats. We know from various breakfast scenes that Ian has a sweet tooth and that Mickey has been known to go out of his way to procure Ian's favourite snacks from his favourite bakery, so Mickey sure as hell would do that to keep Ian on track with his studying, too!

Bigger rewards. Let’s say that for some reason Ian is really struggling with something like burns for example. While he remembers the names of the three layers of skin he occasionally confuses their order, which means he can't list the 4 types of burns without stumbling and having to start over, and even when he names them all he's not 100% certain whether he’s correct or not, and it's frustrating the hell out of him. He normally doesn't struggle so much and why is it so hard for him to remember a partial thickness burn?? Mickey realises that neither snide remarks nor donut treats are really going to cut it here, so he makes Ian a deal. It's Thursday morning, so if Ian can correctly list all layers of the skin, all 4 burn classifications, standard techniques for treating burns on the scene, and names 5 or more circumstances under which a burn victim always needs to be taken to A&E (Mickey remembers the one about burned genitals, cause it's funny as fuck!) - if he does all that correctly, three times, before Saturday night, then on Sunday they'll do something - anything Ian wants - from Ian's list... (Do you think Ian and Mickey don't keep a list? Of course they each keep a list 😏)

Strip Pop Quiz. It's basically like Strip Poker, except it involves flash cards, and every time Ian gets an answer right Mickey has to remove a piece of clothing, every time Ian gets an answer wrong, Ian has to remove... "Whoa whoa whoa! Hang on a minutes there, Maverick! How is that helpful? All that's gonna do is make us both end up naked, and then we'll bang, and you don't learn nothing!" Mickey complains. Ian screws up his face, considering. Mickey has a point actually. So instead, if Ian gets an answer right Mickey has to remove a piece of clothing. If Ian gets an answer wrong, Mickey puts a piece of clothing back on. Muuuuuch better incentive. Ian makes sure to study hard so he can get Mickey down to his epidermis in the quickest possible way. Makes it much easier for Ian to remember skin layers, too! Win win.

#ask Mys #EMT ian #shameless headcanons #ian gallagher #EMT Ian my beloved #mickey milkovich

[dirtywresling102]

Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader

Summary: Reader gets a new neighbor who is bit of an asshole.

Warnings: None really, fluff, mention of death, foul language, Jeff lowkey being a dick.

Word Count: 2,675 

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Living alone and being young had its perks; You could leave whenever you pleased, arrive home no matter what hour of the day it was, your money went towards your bills, food, and things for your cat, Snuffles. 

No parents nagging in your ear about curfew or other problems you didn't care about. You weren't a trouble maker: Straight A's, great attendance, a goody two shoes, but you were tired of living under your parents rules and high expectations. 

Once you graduate you went full time at your job and searched for a cheap but nice apartment. Luckily, the one bedroom and one bathroom apartment was in your price range. While meeting up with the landlord to look at the apartment, you took it in a heartbeat. 

While living in the small apartment, you decided to get some company. You went to the local animal shelter and asked about adopting a pet. Krystal, the one in charge of the shelter, talked about a stray they’ve had for some time now. “We don’t know how he’ll react to being an indoor cat but we’re going to be forced to euthanize him if he isn’t adopted soon.” She said as the two of you walked into the cat room. Your eyes were immediately drawn to some beautiful orange fur. Attached to the fur were some big green eyes that looked like emerald jewels. Your heart became so warm that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. “His name is Snuffles.”

After quickly filling out an adoption application, the shelter contacted you the very next day to bring Snuffles home. Ending the phone call, you quickly grabbed your keys and headed out the door to bring Snuffles home. 

You tried to maintain yourself, not wanting to scare the little guy. You placed his cage in the middle of the living room, opened it and walked away, letting him explore on his own. 

That was nearly a year ago. Snuffles got used to his new environment quicker than you expected. He realized he had a home instead of being cooped up in a small cage and only getting fed once a day. Snuffles quickly became attached to you and he loved to play with you and his toys. 

The neighbors in the apartment complex were nice as well. You visited a single mother that lived below you often. She gave you a plate full of cookies and left overs. Her 5 year old son was cute too, he loved Snuffles. Snuffles paid no mind to the toddler grabbing his tail or tugging at his fur. The old cat understood the child's intentions. 

There was an elderly couple, The Johnson’s, across the hall from you. They were talking about leaving for a retirement home, which made you upset, but glad that they'd be in a home supervised and they wouldn't get hurt in their apartment. 

Walking up the first flight of stairs, you frowned as EMT's rushed past you, heading down stairs. Quickly jogging up to your floor, you saw a police officer by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s apartment. "What's going on?" You asked, approaching the officer. 

"Do you know these people?" His voice was gruff with a stone cold look on his face.

"Well, they're my neighbors. I've known them for almost two years now. What happened?" You asked again, getting worried. Your eyes darted to his name tag. D. Knicks. "Please, Officer Knicks."

Officer Knicks sighed, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his thin dark hair. "Mr. Johnson," He started, "he suffered a heart attack." He placed the blue and black hat upon his head again. "I'm sorry, he didn't make it." 

"And Mrs. Johnson, what of her?" You tried to get a look at the Johnson's apartment, only to see an EMT zipping up a black body bag. Your face instantly becomes white at the sight. 

"She's with her daughter. Mrs. Johnson is going to live with her for a while." 

You nodded your head in sorrow. "At least she's okay." You maneuvered your way past the tall officer, unlocking your apartment, you walked in and were greeted by Snuffles. "Oh Snuffles, Mr. Johnson passed away." You bent down and patted his head. 

"Meow." He rubbed his body against your leg as if he was trying to say 'Don't worry, everything will be okay.' 

"You're right Snuffles, Mrs. Johnson is with her daughter, she'll be alright." You tried to reassure yourself.

Fixing up dinner later that night, You heard a knock at the door. "Coming." You walked towards the front door, looking through the peephole to see your friend from downstairs, Lexi and her son, Dawson. 

Unlocking both locks, you swung the door open. "Y/N!” Lexi wrapped her arms around you. "I heard what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson." She released the hug and walked in, Dawson was already in the apartment looking for Snuffles. You sat down on the sofa and Lexi joined you. 

"They were just about to go to a retirement home together." You explained to her in a sad voice. You don't want to think too much about it, dying alone must be terrible. It encourages you to go out and start dating, to search for your soul mate. But only being in your early twenties, you brush off the whole dating idea and remind yourself that you're still young. 

"Sad. Did you hear about their apartment?" 

"No?" You arched my eyebrow.

"Well, Mrs. Johnson has to get her things out before the end of the week because someone is going to be moving in."

Your eyes widen. "How morbid!" You nearly shouted, the poor woman lost her husband and now the landlord isn't giving her any time to move out. "Her husband just passed away." You frowned. 

"At least she has her daughter. I'm sure they'll figure something out." Lexi patted your knee in comfort.

"Yeah, I guess so. No matter who moves in across from me, they'll never be as nice as The Johnson's." 

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sure whoever moves next door will be nice." Lexi explained. She stood up from her place and picked up Dawson who whined slightly. "Well, it's getting late. Somebody has school in the morning and if they don't get enough sleep, they will be cranky." Lexi groaned out. "Don't have kids." She whispered with a teasing wink.

You scrunch your nose. "No thanks, I'll stick with my cat." 

"You'll have kids, Y/N. You just wait." Lexi headed towards the door, exiting herself out. 

"No, thank you." You mumbled to yourself. 

The week went on and by the end of it you were exhausted. You ran to the grocery store to buy cat food, food for yourself, and other things that you ran out of. You were almost late for your shifts down at the cafe which made some coworkers upset. Some of your bills were almost overdue but, luckily, you paid them off right at the last second. 

Christmas was coming up and you had no idea what to get your friend Lexi or your family members. The Holidays were drawing near.

Stomping up the steps with your arms full of shopping bags, you tried your best trying to see where you were walking. You heard a door slam shut, you grew worried that someone was in your apartment. "Ooph!" You stumbled backwards, it was like you just walked right into a brick wall.

"Watch where you're going." A male voice snarled. 

You made a sour face. "Well, I would if I could." You snapped back at the man. "But obviously my hands are a bit full." 

"Ever heard of a second trip?" He retorted back.

You turned your body to the side to see who you were dealing with. A young male that was nearly the same age as you or a bit older stood in your way. He wore a fishnet shirt that exposed his muscles and nipples, his hair was dyed different colors and shoulder length. His pants were black and ripped with a couple of chains hanging off of them. You scoffed. "Nice, did the circus come to town?" You snorted.

"No, I'm a professional wrestler." He gloated, puffing his chest out as if you were supposed to worship him. "Jeff Hardy is the name." He smirked, as if I should know who he was.

"Right, whatever Jeffy." You pushed past him and to your apartment. 

"Don't tell me you're my neighbor, goody two shoes." Jeff groaned.

Your blood boiled, this guy was your new neighbor?! You'd rather take back the Johnson's. "You got a problem with it, then move." You snapped, fishing your keys out of your pockets.

Jeff smirked, watching you struggle and trying to juggle the grocery bags in your hands trying to get your keys. He could offer to help but he liked to see you suffer already. 

"You could help instead of staring at me." You stopped trying to fetch your keys. 

"Yeah, I could." You heard Jeff chuckle. "Have a good one neighbor." Jeff started to walk down the steps. 

Your arms grew weak, the bags fell to the floor. Foods and gifts poured out of the ripped brown baggies. Groaning you glared down the steps to see that Jeff was already off of this floor and to the next. Ripping your house keys out of your pants you opened up the door to your small apartment. 

You hated your new neighbor, Jeff Hardy. He was obnoxious, loud and apparently, he had lots of friends because he threw parties almost every damn night. You called the cops but since you were the only one who complained. They told you to take it up to your landlord. You grit your teeth and do what they suggested. Taking it to your landlord, he just shrugged his shoulders and explained that Jeff was a paying tenant.

You couldn't catch a break. You were losing sleep, getting headaches on the regular. You confronted Jeff about the loud noises, he promised to keep it down but he was just louder the next night, you didn't think that was possible. 

"Dude, you look terrible." Lexi said, smirking as she sipped her soda. 

"Don't remind me." You grumbled, drinking your beverage. 

Dawson chased Snuffles around the apartment, the cat meowed while the toddler giggled away. "Can you seriously not hear anything from underneath him?" You asked, eyes droopy. You thought you were gonna fall asleep in the middle of a sentence. 

"Not a thing." She chuckled into her cup. "You should take a vacation, get out of town for a while."

"I guess that sounds fun." You murmured. Your attention went to Snuffles running underneath the coffee table. "But who would take care of Snuffles?" You looked over at Lexi, wondering if she'd do it.

"Nuh- Huh, I have a child to take care of. That's already a handful. I have a friend, a guy friend." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe I can hook you two up when you get back. His name is Randy." 

You bit your lip, looking down at the hard wooden floor. You heard stories about Randy, you were scared he'd hurt Snuffles or throw a party in your apartment. Sighing out you scratched the back of your head. "I don't know." You sounded reluctant to have this man come to your apartment.

"I say yes, you're going out of town for the weekend." Lexi already had her phone pulled out, texting away to Randy.

It looked like you didn't have a choice. "I do have the weekend off.." You trailed off into thought. What's the worst that could happen? 

The weekend felt more like a week. You visited your parents a few towns over and all you did was text Randy. Not in a flirtatious way but questions about Snuffles. How was he? Was he eating? Can you send pictures? You knew you were annoying the man but you didn't care nor did you have any interest in dating him. 

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, you faced your door. About to place the key into the socket, you stopped and listened. It was quiet. That was new. You turned your head behind you, looking at your neighbors, Jeff Hardy's door. There wasn't a peep coming from behind the wood. Raising your eyebrows, you grew curious but that left your mind as quick as it came. 

Twisting the key you pushed open the front door. "Hey Randy." You greeted the man who was sprawled out on your leather sofa. You placed your bags in your room and looked around your apartment, there was no sign of Snuffles. You looked at his cat bowls, both the water and food were empty. 

His litter box was scooped clean and toys not even touched. Rushing back into the living room Randy still was in the same position. "Where the hell is Snuffles?"

"Who?" He asked groggily.

"My Cat!" You shouted, the man flinched, getting up and stretching.

"About that, he escaped." 

Your heart sank. "Escaped?" You whispered, almost in tears. 

"Yeah, bolted right out of the apartment the day you left." Randy stalked towards you.

"That's why you never messaged me back." You looked up at the olive skinned man with the green eyes. 

"So, should I get my reward now or later?" He licked his lips, eyes shined with want. 

You didn’t believe what he said. You raised your hand, slapping his face as hard as you could. Randy stumbled back, shocked. "What the fuck!?" He shouted.

You approached Randy, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him towards the door. "Get out!" You screamed. You kicked your foot at him, hitting his ass. 

"I'm leaving!" He hollered, Randy fell onto all fours when you kicked his ass "Crazy bitch!" Randy stumbled to get onto his feet and rushed to the stairs. 

Slamming your door shut, you covered your face, crying. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You blame yourself for not getting Snuffles microchipped just in case something like this would happen. 

Three loud knocks came from the door. "I swear Randy, if that's you." 

"It's not, it's me." A voice with southern drawl said through the door. 

The door seemed like miles away, grabbing the handle you swung it open, the hinges creaked. "What do you-"

"This belong to you?" Jeff teased, holding out a big orange tabby cat. 

"Meow." Snuffles purred.

"Snuffles!" I exclaimed, grabbing him out of Jeff's arms. "What- How did you?" You looked at Jeff with sparkling eyes. 

"Well, that boyfriend of yours threw him out. I guess Snuffles here kept bothering him, then scratched him and Randy kicked him out of your apartment. Snuffles kept meowing, wanting back in but that douche wasn't going to let him in so I scooped him up and let him stay here for the weekend." Jeff smiled. 

"What about food or cat litter?" 

"I got a small bag of food and a litter box with some litter." Jeff petted Snuffles head.

"Wh- Why?" You asked, "Why would you do it?" 

Jeff looked down, his eyes shining in the light. "Well, to be honest I know I was a big dick when we first met." He sighed. "I just wanted to make it up to you." 

"By saving my cat." You smiled. 

"What, you want me to bake you a fruitcake?" 

"Tis' the season." You teased.

Jeff rolled his eyes letting out a low chuckle. "If you say so." 

Snuffles jumped out of your arms and rushed over to the toys, pawing at them. 

"Well, I have pizza rolls in my freezer. It's not a perfect dinner but I'd love to make you dinner sometime?" 

Jeff let out a hearty laugh. "Pizza rolls sound amazing right now." He smiled down at you. "You got netflix?" 

"Of course I do." 

Jeff walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. 

"So, you say you're a wrestler. Care to show me some moves?" You giggled.

#jeff hardy #jeff hardy imagine #wrestling fluff #wrestling blog #wrestling imagines #jeff hardy one shot #jeff hardy fluff #jeff hardy imagines #jeff hardy x reader #wrestling fanfics #wrestling one shot #wrestling fanfiction #wwe #raw #smackdown #young!jeff hardy #jeff hardy fanfic #jeff hardy fanfiction

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Gallacrafts - Theme: EMT Ian

Ian is his husband.

Ian has been the love of his life since he was 17, so he knows him very well.

He knows when he is deep in his thoughts, and he knows exactly what he is thinking.

That's why, that day, Mickey sits next to Ian on the couch and tells him, "You are fired."

Ian snaps out of his train of thoughts and stares back at his husband. "What?"

Mickey is smiling now. "You are fired, so you gotta find a new job cause I ain't gonna be the only one bringing home a paycheck."

And before Ian could ask another confused What?, Mickey drops a book on Ian's lap. It's a book Ian kinda knows already, it's a new edition of a book he has used to gain EMT certification years ago.

"Mick?"

Mickey's expression softens further. "I know you miss being an EMT."

"Yeah, but our business-"

"Our business is now established, we have employees and I can partner up with one of the guys for the drop offs.'

Ian opens his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then looks down at the book, caressing the cover, his fingers brushing on the title.

"You know, being an EMT saved me, gave me a purpose when I thought I was done for good, when I thought there was nothing left for me worth living for," Ian whispers. He feels Mickey’s hand covering his, so he brings his gaze back to him. "I couldn't accept the diagnosis. I couldn't accept myself. I couldn't have what I always wanted."

"You wanted to be a soldier, I remember, " Mickey starts, squeezing his hands. "But Ian, if I think about you, about what I love about you, well. You saving lives, by being an EMT, is so much better than you taking lives, by being a soldier."

Ian smiles fondly while Mickey adds, "I must know it, cause you saved me as well. In so many ways."

Ian leans in kissing Mickey's lips, holding for a few seconds, before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. "I will miss not being at your side during work."

"I know, I will miss you too," Mickey says, because it's true, it's amazing having Ian at his side in every aspect of their lives. But he knows how important this is for his husband. "But it will make coming back home to each other something to look forward during the day."

Ian chuckles and wraps his arm around Mickey’s shoulder, bringing him closer. "Ohhh, like am I to expect some dirty texts from you when you miss me?"

Mickey nods and grins mischievously, "And dick pics."

Ian laughs and leans over until their foreheads touch. "Thank you, Mick."

"There is nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy."

Ian knows it. And he is so grateful for Mickey, because if he can accept himself is also because Mickey has never doubted about his worth. So, so grateful.

"I am so lucky to have you, Mick."

Mickey's soft smile is the best reward. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

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Joining the @gallacrafts again with another Mixed Media piece.

It's supposed to represent a wired up brain that can actually turn chaos into something beautiful like an explosion of butterflies 💕

I have dealt with huge anxiety in 2021, now I am doing a lot better, and though I am not comparing bipolar with anxiety, I understand what it means struggling with mental health and I remember that every small conquer like turning one negative thought into something beautiful like making a piece of craft, or cooking something instead or ordering takeaway, or simply getting out of the bed and face the day was deeply meaningful.

And nothing, I'll stop blabbling now ahah 💙

Enjoy x

#gallavich #gallacrafts #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #emt ian #my writing #my art

[softquietsteadylove]

Just here asking you for some soft moment for the thenamesh doctor au :D I liked the last ones very much!

Thank you so much for all of these story’s!❤️❤️

Gil does stay the rest of the night. He hovers around, helps out here and there. He never strays too far from Thena's side, and she doesn't go anywhere near their restrained patients without him standing somewhat in front of her.

No one is brave enough to say anything about it, and even anyone who asks is quickly silenced by Ajak claiming that Gil is extra security.

Thena has at least taken a small break to get some food and some coffee in her. She changed into some fresh scrubs and has put a white turtleneck sweater on under them.

"Breathe in," she says gently as she checks on the hallucinatory patients again. "And out."

The one that literally tried to choke her has no memory of it.

"Okay," Thena sighs as she notes down their vitals. "So, would you like to tell me what happened? Or, what you remember happening, at least?"

The two young men share a look between them before giving the doctor a guilty little frown. "We...we don't really remember much. We went to a party."

"Some guy had something he was passing around."

"Did everyone take what you got?" Thena asks with a frown. They might have to put out a warning to other EMTs that this substance might be in a slew of other students.

"We don't know," the first one shakes his head. "I thought it would maybe just, uh, make the buzz better, y'know?"

Gil is scowling at them both openly from over Thena's shoulder.

"Well, what you got was LSD cut with something else," Thena informs them with a frown. The kids look genuinely aghast, and she's guessing that when they say they wouldn't have done anything that serious that they mean it. "Look, guys, we're not the cops, okay? We're not going to call anyone, or rat anyone out. But it's important we know what we're dealing with in here."

"It can get pretty dangerous."

The young men shrink in their beds at the look on the paramedic's face. The one with Thena next to him looks at her, his eyes drifting down to her high collared shirt under her scrubs. "Did...I hope we didn't give you any trouble."

Thena smiles at the kid, "nothing we can't handle. But you boys should get in contact with whomever needs to know that what you took at the party is a lot more serious than a weed gummy."

"Yes, ma'am," he nods, curling up in his bed from the guilt of it all.

Thena stands, leaving the boys to handle the situation as best they can. She tugs at Gil's sleeve on her way, "come on, you."

He follows her out, giving the poor - confused - boys one last glower.

"They have no idea what they did," Thena chides him as she sets their charts on the nurse's station counter. "You glaring at them like that isn't going to make them remember, either."

Gil sighs, choosing to forgo her chastising. "I'll tell Kingo the kids have no memory of it. We might have to expect some calls from worried parents about why their kid is having an episode after the block party."

"At least it doesn't seem to have done any lasting damage on their organs," Thena murmurs as she leaves the charts and sanitises her hands.

Gil's eyes linger on her. "There's a little lasting damage."

Thena shakes her head at him with the fondest of smiles. Her hand moves to his wrist, forcing him to unfold his arms. "They're scared, and embarrassed, and terrified to call their families. Isn't that punishment enough?"

"No."

"Gil," Thena laughs faintly at his unusually petulant response. He smiles for her, at least, and she gives his massive bicep a poke. "Did it really make you feel better to glare at them like that?"

"A little."

"Fine," she fakes a sigh, stretching her arms behind her and leaning against the counter with him. "Just a few more hours to go."

"Still not leaving."

"Gil," Thena scolds him anew, although she's still smiling, so it doesn't have nearly the dissatisfied effect she wants it to. "They're getting discharged, they're both alert and sober. We'll be fine--you should go home and get some rest."

He shakes his head.

"And you call me stubborn?" she rolls her eyes at him.

"Hey."

Thena looks back at him but he's suddenly and deliberately leaning into her space. She blinks, naturally turning her head as he gets in close. One of his hands has secured her in place at the small of her back. The other one is hovering somewhere around her cheek. "G-Gil?"

Her hand perches on his shoulder. She's still wearing his work hoodie, although she's had to roll the sleeves up several times over to get them secure around her elbows. He pulls her even closer.

He's so warm, and he smells kind of nice--nicer than the hospital, at least. Her head goes fuzzy as the feeling of him holding her pushes away every other sensation. She briefly wonders if he can feel her heart pounding.

Gil tugs her turtleneck down. She feels his breath on the skin there. She's half horrified he's going to kiss her neck and even more curious as to why she hasn't stopped him yet.

"Hey, it's a little better."

Thena blinks again, but he's already pulled back (although he's still holding her). "Huh?"

"The swelling is down, although you might have to wear this for a little longer," he gives her a remorseful smile, tugging her turtleneck back up around the bruising on her porcelain skin. "But it's definitely better than it was."

"Oh," Thena stutters, still just staring at him. He looks back at her, as if he hadn't had her in his arms, completely pressed against her in a very pleas--inappropriate way. "Good."

He yawns and ruffles his hair, "you want another coffee?"

Thena just nods, still too flustered over what just happened to really get the words out. She stays rooted to the spot, trying to think her way out of it. She doesn't make it very far in thought, mostly to 'Gil-warm-nice'.

Ajak clears her throat, watching Thena turn a shade of red that most in their profession would find alarming. "I thought he was going to kiss it too, for what it's worth."

Thena just groans in response, running off to find another cold compress for herself.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #Gil keeping watch over his work wife #Gil refusing to leave his work wife's side #Gil absolutely daring anyone to come too close to his work wife #and Thena's like I have a job to do #Gil responds yes so do I it's called protecting you #we love a protective work husband #also #Gil you smooth bastard #he just...didn't have to do that #like he did not have to get in that close #but he likes to #of course he likes being close to his work wife #she's soft and pretty and she smells nice #and he thinks it's cute when she gets kind of nervous #meanwhile Ajak is like please don't flirt right in front of me like that #or if you're going to then at least follow through

[babygirl-diaz]

World on Fire

They wouldn’t let Steve see Sam when he gets to the hospital. Something about Sam being in surgery. Steve didn’t care, though. He just wanted to go to his husband. All kinds of thoughts were going through Steve’s mind as he paced the hospital floor and cupped his face. None of those thoughts were pleasant.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to find Bucky giving him a sympathetic look. Anger rose in the pit of Steve’s stomach, and he grabbed Bucky by the jacket and slammed him into the nearest wall.

“Where the hell were you?” He yelled. “Why didn’t you look out for him?” Somewhere deep down, Steve knew his anger was misguided.

“It all happened so fast. One second he was fighting the bad guys and then the next minute he disappeared."

“That's a pathetic excuse!" Steve continued to yell. "You could have done something. Your job is to have his back!”

Steve saw Bucky’s anger surge and grabbed Steve’s hands and pushed them off of himself. “Maybe you should have been there then. Protecting him like you promised to do in your damn vows instead of running around town pretending to be a fake hero!”

“I’m an EMT! I save lives!” Steve reminded him.

“Well, not the one that counts!” Bucky said in a low, dark voice. He knew exactly where to hit Steve. “You should be out there having your husband’s back! At least I saved him!”

“Guys! Hey!” Joaquin said, getting between them. “This isn’t the time or place."

Steve looked around to find people staring at them, so he stepped back and rubbed his face.

"For Sam Wilson?" Steve heard someone say, and he immediately went over to the doctor. "I'm his husband," he told him. "How is he?"

"He was beaten up pretty bad," the doctor informed him. "He has a fractured leg, broken arm, and a few broken ribs."

"Jesus," Steve whispered, closing his eyes.

"He's had some head trauma as well, but we won't know the extent of it until he wakes up," the doctor continued. "Right now, we can only hope for the best."

Steve felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. "C- can I see him?"

"Yes, you can go see him. The nurse here will take you. He is in the ICU right now." With that, the doctor left, leaving Steve to follow the nurse.

Steve let out a soft gasp when he saw his husband. He had bruises all over him. His arm was in a sling, as was his leg. He looked so small and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," Steve sank to his knees next to Sam's bed and sobbed. "I'm so sorry." He took Sam's hand, which wasn't in a sling, and held onto it. "I should have been there. I should have protected you."

Steve felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to find Bucky standing over him. "It wasn't your fault. The only ones to blame are the people who took Sam."

"Who were they?" Steve asked, gritting his teeth.

"You don't need to worry about them anymore."

"What did you do?" Steve got up from the floor and fully turned to face his friend.

"It doesn't matter," Bucky told him. "They hurt Sam."

Steve was about to ask Bucky why he cared so much about what happened to Sam when he heard a soft groan.

"Sam?" Steve called out, turning to his husband.

Sam groaned again and soon Steve saw him slowly opening his eyes. A smile crossed Steve's lips, and he immediately reached out to touch his husband's cheek. "Thank god, you're okay."

"I don't feel too okay," Sam replied groggily.

"I'll call the doctor," Bucky offered.

Steve took Sam's hand in his again and let his tears fall freely once more. "I thought I lost you."

"You're not getting rid of me that easy," Sam told him softly. "You're stuck with me for the long haul."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Steve replied.

#SamSteve #Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Captain America #fanfiction #aashnas drabble

[jinhogwarts]

storytime

cw // pain , blood , disgusting stuff idk how to even flag this

for a few days last week my ear has been feeling irritated around my earring, i ignored it thinking it will pass in a few days on its own.

on friday my husband looked at my ear and he was like......... that doesn't look good at all. so i was like, oh ok I'll get home and take the earrings out to let it rest, and then put them back on after it's gone.

went back home, took the other earring out, fine. tried to take out the one that was irritated... couldn't find the clasp. i was like, uh, that's weird, it shouldn't have fallen off. but surely it's fine and i can just ask my husband to take it out for me.

went to him, he said, there's no clasp, probably it fell off. he tried to pull out the earring but it hurt and i had a very bad feeling about it so i told him to stop. we still thought it was just an infection so he asked his friend what to do and she told us to put an ointment on it until the swelling goes down and then to take it out. i had some leftover ointment from when i had my last tattoo so i put that on.

after a few hours, though, the swelling didn't go down and it felt more and more irritated. my husband was supposed to go to a night shift (he's a volunteer emt) but it was late and i really didn't want to go to sleep like that, so we decided to go to the hospital to get a doctor look at it.

and thank fuck we did because, well, apparently somehow my earlobe got so swollen it completely swallowed the clasp 🥴 the doctor pulled out the earring itself with no anesthesia (it wasn't fun) but then he had to give me a shot in my ear to look for the clasp. tbh it didn't take longer than 10 minutes to do the whole thing and other than making me feel really stressed it wasn't that bad... he gave me antibiotic ointment to put on it, bandaged it, and that's it.

i took a painkiller after we got out so it wouldn't hurt too bad once the anesthesia wore off, which was a good call because it only hurt a little bit. my husband didn't go to his night shift so he could stay with me and replace my bandage before going to sleep, and tbh it hasn't really hurt that much since then, only feels irritated and itchy and looks absolutely disgusting with dried blood and it's still very swollen.

anyways moral of the story do not ignore pain / irritation etc especially if it's from something that is literally inside of your body idk what would have happened if i left it longer...

#personal #cw pain #cw blood #cw disgusting things #cw hospital

[dcwnrisen-aa]

"SHOTO! SHOTO- GET THE FUCK OFF ME! I SAID LET ME FUCKING GO- THAT'S MY SON! THAT'S MY BOY!" she wants to see red. she wants to murder every last soul in the mile radius around them. they're all at fault. this is because of them. if they weren't here he'd never have tried to stand up to that fucking bastard. they would be better off dead. dead because the fucker who did this wasn't even caught. he escaped. because of them. because of the chaos that ensued when the only hero was struck down.

she all but shoves the emt away from him, breaking his shoulder in the process. it would stun him and everyone around them. cause them to shrink back from a 5' tall woman who could do the same amount of damage that a fall could cause. did he deserve the injury? deep down the answer from even her would be no, but she couldn't care less about that now. hell. she'd kill him just to feel. a little better in the moment and deal with that guilt at another time.

"baby, baby look at me. look at mom. we're going to take you to dennis and emile, okay? they'll fix you up and make you feel better. you can't sleep though, okay? I need you to stay awake until we get to them." carefully she lifts his battered frame, cradling him close as though he were a mere toddler. "don't worry, baby. mom is gonna make it all better. just hold on for me, hold on and do everything you can to keep your eyes open. you can rest in a bit, just stay awake... please, sho. please."

he'd once told midoriya that it was okay to cry when you felt hurt, when the emotions became to overwhelming to make sense of them and crying was a good outlet. it didn't make you weak. shoto wants to cry now, his brain attempting to sift through the pain he was feeling. it was agonizing and every part of him hurt. he could hear noise in the background, flashes of ice spires around him and blood, his vision is red.

aizawa would no doubt have scolded him for his reckless -- throwing himself into the frey when he knew he couldn't have handled the perp alone. and shoto thrived on teamwork, it's something ua had taught him and taught him well, but standing around in a panicked crowd who didn't know their ass from the sky hadn't helped things. he remembers bits and pieces, but mostly how the crowd hasn't helped him in the winning part of this battle. if they had listened to instruction, he wouldn't have had to make such reckless moves, and he wouldn't have twisted his ankle. he only remembers now because it throbs incessantly.

darkness inches at the edge of his vision and he's sure there's a severe concusion, he's familiar with those. there's shouting, someone's angry but he can't make out why the voice is so familiar. a pained groan leaves him, and he tries to shift but only manages to whimper in pain, his breath wheezing out of him. cracked ribs, another familiarity. it goes dark for several moments. then he's being cradled so gently even though the movement brings great pain.

he knows this smell…..mom. its his mom. tears spill over at the gentle touch, realizing that he must make a helluva picture. even in the glimpse he saw of himself in one of the shop windows before he went through it, the cuts on his face were plentiful, and the cut on his forehead would explain the blood in his eyes. even with the blood, the torn clothing, the bruises he's sure are cropping up beneath his singed, civilian clothing, he's so grateful that she's here. but…he can't feel his right arm, it hurts yes, but he can't move it. a fracture?

❝ ━ m…mom, ❞ he croaks hoarsely, eyes blinking blearily before they slide shut, and she's telling him to stay awake, right? but he's so tired. ❝ ━ can't…i can't feel it. hurts. 'm sleepy….let me sleep. ❞ his words slur, lashes falling shut once more before blinking open as he hears her voice again. the darkness was there again at the edge of his vision and it was, it was taking over and he wants to promise that he'll stay awake. when she lifts him, shoto cries out in pain, becoming far too aware of the pain his body was in now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

frost creeps up his limbs, covering his cheek and he wheezes, attempting to curl into her warmth, ❝ ━ c-can't. can't…..sleepy, mom. s'sleepy. ❞ his head lolls back, lashes feathering over his gaze as his chest heaves with exertion, ❝ ━ mom…mom…. ❞ tears flow freely down his cheeks, into ivory strands, breath rattling from blood-stained lips. ❝ ━ s-stay? you….❞ his words trail off, unconsciousness slowly ebbing and flowing. ❝ ━ please stay with me, mom. i'm scared.❞

#hembralfa #🐉◦ ✧ ✩ todoroki. ( ic ) #🍬. » loni. mother of my heart. scarred hands that hold me gently. #🌺ˑ » petals swaying in autumn breeze. #long post /

[littledead-ridinghood]

Fanfic ask: "Steph!"

Okay. Okay. So. I don’t currently have anything written for Steph but—

I have this whole, elaborate AU in my head that I always circle back to but don't have enough accumulative knowledge and grasp on characters without feeling bad for writing them.

(side: I love comics, but I'm terrible at reading them. I don't finish arcs, I read three arcs in a day then don't read anything for 2 weeks, I have terrible focus on things I, both, like and dislike to do, and I have a crippling fear of writing characters wrong and filling up their tags with OOC work. So this will not be in actual writing form for a Good While)

Anyway y'all are gonna get this choppy series of images that are constantly getting knocked around my head. there's like four stories going on at once

So the first input focuses on the arrows. I don't know how, but it'll probably be a hurt/comfort Case Fic. I constantly rotate who's at the forefront of the story. Currently, I fixating on Mia which would be so fun cause I could do so much with her. Probably dig into childhood traumas.

But like this ask is specifically about Steph sooooo:

In the background of the first story, Stephanie, having recently faked her death, rather than going to Africa goes off to the west coast to work through life with a healthier support system (looking at you, Bruce) in her growing friendship with Mia that started to blossom before Bruce isolated her. She gives up vigilantism for a while to recuperate and focus on pre-med where she starts rooming with Jason, who ditched Gotham after seeing multiple timelines in the all-caste, rather than holding a huge confrontation, decides it isn't worth it, kills the joker in secret, and relocates his problems to the other side of the country where he's also in pre-med. Jason accidentally becomes the arrows' nurse who stitches them up as the vigilantes keep falling through his window. He builds up a relationship with the arrows therefore the family offers him as a roommate option for Stephanie because I thrive on roomies steph and Jason. Mia pulls Steph back into vigilantism as she needs her help with a case. I think I want an end goal StephMia? Mia got ripped from canon for a good chunk of time and I don't think those two ever interacted but I feel like they'd get on like a house of fire.

So that’s background happening the first story. The second input would focus on Steph healing. She’d have to find a new vigilante name as to not draw attention from prior connects. And this would be the aftermath of the arrow focus fic where we shift to Steph who’s finding confidence in being a vigilante again as well as general self esteem and trust within her new home. Don’t know what the climax will be yet

Third input would focus on jason and him rebuilding his life. As a child, he said he was fine just being Bruce’s son and didn’t need to be a vigilante and I want to build off of that. See how knowing the main timeline effects his trajectory in life, that being a vigilante may bring him more pain. But! climax: Bruce finds out Steph is alive and comes collecting. Jason tries to hide who he is from the man but Bruce needs to dig up everything on every vigilante. All accumulating in Bruce finding out this stranger killed the clown and slitting Jason's throat because even if he knows different timelines Jason's my Final Destination baby and I need Bruce to kill him (he comes back but still :/)

I have so many other little branches off of this story. Both Steph and Jason are trans because why wouldn't they be? During this time period, in canon, lian dies but screw that…..most likely 😬 I want to squeeze in lanterns as well as cosmic mistakes in here. It just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Maybe I squeeze that before Jason’s focus so he’s stays “hidden” awhile longer? Steph and Jason have two stray cats and a dog. Really want to squeeze in my “odd job” AU but they’ll probably be emts

Again, said this in a different post: I need to read like 50 more arcs before I even Beginning thinking of writing it but i can dream

#i need a writing tag therefore this tag will be that #this is my bedtime story that I think about before I go to sleep and I Will infodump about it #Thank you!

[eris-found]

I didn't know I was trans when at 9 I was in swim class and my instructor told me that I wouldn't float as well as the girls since I wouldn't grow breasts. But I knew something was wrong, like no if girls float better I should float better (that instructor wasn't a good instructor TBH)

I didn't know I was trans when I was in elementary school and had an equal amount of boys and girls as friends, I just knew that I wanted to be like my friends. I also knew that boys were expected to play with boys.

I didn't know I was trans when my sister went to sleepovers with her friends, I just knew that there was something that was wrong with me that I wouldn't be allowed to hang out with my friends in the same way.

I didn't know I was trans the first time I watched a movie with transphobia in it, but I felt the approval from those closest to me of the movies hatred.

I didn't know I was trans when I turned 10, I did know that I wanted to be a girl.

I did know I was trans when I was 12, but I also knew that it was monstrous to feel that way (the lie that I had been fed until then)

I did know that I was trans when I was 16 and hating the changes my body was going through, but I wouldn't accept that I was trans until much later.

I didn't accept I was trans when I was 16 and staring to self harm and hoping that if I just left it long enough they wouldn't be able to save any of the parts I hated so much by the time the EMTs arrived.

I didn't accept I was trans when at 18 I made a bet with myself that I would transition if by 20 I couldn't find someone who loved me(the lie that the only way to be trans is to be unloved)

I didn't accept I was trans when at 21 I used gender fluid as my gender to my closest friends, living between womanhood and agender fluidity wasn't close enough to saying I'm a woman, but safely let me run away from maleness, and a different Identity than transsexual, transgender, etc. meant I wasn't actually trans (rationalizing goes hard y'know)

I didn't accept I was trans when I nervously asked to take my partner's last name when we married, much to the chagrin of some family members and much to the elation of many of my friends (you're one of the most amazing men I know was a constant refrain, and I couldn't even tell myself that it was cuz I wanted a maiden name, let alone someone else)

I didn't accept I was trans when at 28, obergefell happened and my partner and I, both Bi, sat knowing things were changing and that the wedding we had been planning for three years would've been completely different but for our already queer genders

I didn't accept that I was trans when the three years before the wedding, I had to deal with the heteronormativity of the wedding industry and their expectations of what someone who they saw as a groom were (the cracks were showing more and more)

I didn't accept I was trans standing in the bathroom before our wedding ceremony changing into women's slacks and a vest and having no one to be with as everyone in the bridal party had basically gone to be with my partner, helping with hair and makeup that I desperately wanted but couldn't have.

I didn't accept I was trans standing with painted nail on the dais at the wedding watching my partner wear a dress I helped alter to their taste walk up the aisle, something I so desperately wanted to wear myself.

I did accept I was trans sobbing in a Noodles, telling my partner that I was thinking of going to a gender clinic and that I was a woman and a number of things I don't remember because I was terrified and drowning in my emotions.

I do accept I'm trans today, and have now for over 6 years, I've been on hrt, I've made new friends, I've become more clear in myself. Being fully me has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

I didn't think that I would live to 25 let alone a decade past that, and now I get to plan for the next decade, and more after that. Struggles haven't stopped, but at least I get to face them as myself now.