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something permanent, pt. 2 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors pls pls pls dni!!! i’m so for serious rn

find pt. 1 here! ♡

find pt. 3 here! ♡

reminder that this is a dark fic!! if any of the following bothers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, manipulation, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding

word count - 3.9k

description - darling wakes up in the infirmary, all patched up after the events of pt. 1 -- upon her return home, leon and darling get to know and trust each other better... sort of. ((no smut in this one i’m sorry but i’m way too invested in this now so i’m Lore Building))

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, kidnapping, medical stuff (no blood/gore this time tho), implied onset stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, pet names (princess, doll, sweetheart, etc.), dollification if u squint, leon is much sweeter in this one (he’s still deranged tho), a healthy dose of angst, darling misses her friends and family

a/n - AHHHHH i’m so glad y’all are liking this and want more of it. i was so honestly convinced i was going to get shunned for this. anyway enjoy some bonding time between leon and darling. it’s a little refreshing but it also doesn’t mean the deranged shit is over lololol. p.s. my ask box is aggressively open for business on ideas for this series. i love riffing w/ y’all about yandere leon, it’s my life blood, so don’t be shy ♡

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fic below the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !! ♡

- venus ♡

When you awoke again, you certainly felt much better. Refreshed, almost, if it weren't for the way the lights stung your eyes. The agonizing pain between your legs that was the last thing you remembered before you lost consciousness had subsided into a dull ache.

You reached up to rub the sleep from your eyes and properly observe your surroundings, quick to take notice of the IV line embedded in the back of your right hand. You blinked, looking around the room-- it was white and sterile, it certainly looked like a hospital but remembering the phone call Leon had in the car, you knew it wasn't exactly that. Even so, you were in a papery gown, laid on papery sheets, and an analog clock menacingly ticked away high up on the wall.

You were quick to sit up at the sound of distant footsteps growing nearer to the door-- the time you'd spent in Leon's "care" had kept you especially aware of the sound-- and as your dreary, horrified eyes locked on to the door you heard the beeps of your heartbeat monitor gain speed.

The heavy door swung open to reveal a doctor you weren't familiar with, and Leon was closely behind him. The doctor took in the sight of you awake with a content smile and piped up, "Ahh, there you are! Feeling better?"

Your mouth was dry. You nodded stiffly, shrinking toward the wall as if you could get any further away from them.

Leon shook his head and chided, "Words, princess. Be polite."

You swallowed nothing. "Y-Yes, doctor, I'm feeling better. Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it," The doctor replied, checking over your vitals on the monitor to the left of your bed, absently marking down his findings on paper. "How about mentally?"

You blinked. "W-What?"

"Mentally," He repeated. "Leon told me what brought you here. Do you still feel you might be a danger to yourself?"

Mouth agape, eyes wide, you glanced over at Leon who gave you a cold look, no doubt in an attempt to remind you what you'd agreed upon before he brought you here.

You looked back to the doctor. "I'm sorry, what exactly did Leon tell you?"

"Do you not remember?" The doctor asked. "You lost quite a lot of blood, so memory loss is not uncommon in these scenarios. Why don't I step out for a few and let you chat while I check over your charts?"

Your eyes widened even further in a look that begged him not to leave you alone with Leon, but it didn't matter. Almost immediately, Leon told the doctor that sounded like a good idea and walked him to the door.

As soon as it swung shut, you piped up, "Leon, what did you say?"

He shrugged dismissively. "I said you had a breakdown while I was at work and I came home to you covered in blood."

It sounded... absurd. Even more absurd upon realizing that a real life medical doctor accepted that excuse. You scoffed. "Are you serious? You told the doctor I threw a fit for no reason and ripped my IUD out and he believed you?"

"I don't see why he wouldn't," He said smugly as he sat at the edge of the bed, taking hold of your hand. "There's a lot you don't know about me, doll. What I say definitely goes around here."

"Oh," You replied in a near whisper, swallowing dryly. "That's... nice."

The room went quiet and suddenly the air felt heavy. If you didn't feel fucked before you definitely felt fucked now. You reached weakly for the water bottle on the table beside you, but as soon as he noticed what you were reaching for he was quick to spring up from where he sat to grab it for you.

"I've got it, baby," He hummed, smoothing your hair out of your face as he perched the straw up to your mouth. "Don't overexert yourself, now."

As if I even could fucking overexert myself with the monumental task of grabbing a water bottle, you thought, casting your gaze to the floor as you sipped idly through the straw. Even facing away from him you could feel his cobalt eyes boring into you, burning holes in your skin. You nearly shivered, but suppressed it.

Soon after, the door opened and the doctor returned. "All caught up, you two?" He asked jovially.

"Uh, y-yes, thank you," You forced a smile.

"Good," He hummed. "You should be alright to head home now. I've prescribed some antibiotics for you to take as a precaution. We don't want you getting infected-- it could lead to infertility."

Is that so? You thought, clenching your jaw. "Infertility?" You asked.

"Yes, unfortunately. Leon told me you two are trying, so I figured we should play things on the safe side," He said.

You felt Leon's grip on your hand tighten. The word alone clearly stressed him out.

"That being said," The doctor continued, "I would advise you to avoid sex for at least six weeks. There was some trauma to the cervix that's going to need time to heal, and again, we don't want to risk infection."

Leon's grip was nearly crushing the bones in your hand and even so, you couldn't help but crack a little smile. "You're absolutely right. We wouldn't want to risk anything, right, Leon?"

"Right," He agreed stiffly.

Those six weeks couldn't have possibly passed slower for Leon. He couldn't stop hating himself for what he'd done to you, putting you in so much pain, putting you at such high risk. He couldn't help but beat himself up over it.

He chose to bide his time by doting on his darling relentlessly, even more than usual. He took that entire first week off of work just so he could keep an eye on you at all hours of the day. Any little wince was met quickly with ibuprofen and a hot water bottle. He set an alarm on his phone to make sure you took your antibiotics at the same time every night. He was even more adamant about ensuring you were eating and sleeping enough. When he caught you getting restless, he would take you on little drives around the neighborhood.

The inability to have sex for six weeks left a lot of time for talking, something he hadn't realized he so sorely needed until he didn't have a choice. He did want to get to know you on your terms, to understand the intricacies of your life and the way your brain worked. Truthfully, he wanted to know everything there was to know about you.

That way, he could better understand what you really needed.

"Le-" You caught yourself, clearing your throat before starting again. "D-Daddy, can I ask you something?"

The blonde smiled softly, cupping your chin as you laid in bed together. He was spooning you tightly and some random crime show was playing softly from the TV, but you weren't convinced either of you were really paying attention to it. You could feel his eyes glued to you the entire time.

"Of course, princess. What's on your mind, hm?"

You swallowed nervously, looking down at the floor. "Am I... am I missing?"

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head.

"Like... my family, my friends. Are they looking for me?" You asked.

He shrugged. "You don't have to worry about that, honey. I have the resources to make that sort of thing go away."

Tears rimmed your eyes, but you didn't show it. You took a deep, controlled breath before nodding, "Oh... okay."

A few beats of silence passed, and you nearly gave it up, but you couldn't help but pry further.

"Y-You didn't really answer the question, though," You said quietly. "Are they looking for me?"

"What does it matter?" He tightened his arm around your waist, nibbling at your ear, "You're safe with me. I intend to give you everything you'll ever need. That's no one else's business but ours."

You didn't think he realized he'd given you the answer without saying it explicitly. Your chest wound up into a knot, your stomach dropping. You couldn't stop thinking about how awful your loved ones must feel, begging for answers to your disappearance only to be met with doors slammed in their faces because Leon somehow managed to keep everything and everyone under his thumb.

Including you.

An image flooded your brain of your little apartment collecting dust as your closest friends and family entered with their keys to find everything exactly as you'd left it. You could see them all wandering your space, trying not to touch anything, scouring every inch for clues and perhaps realizing how much of your things were missing. Would they think you left on your own accord? Would they give up when they realized the authorities wouldn't help them?

Had they given up already?

The dam broke and you couldn't suppress your feelings any longer. You began to weep, tears spilling out over your cheeks as you involuntarily curled back into Leon's warm chest for some semblance of comfort. In your defense, he was pretty good at providing it, and at times like this it was just easier to give in.

He shushed you softly, petting your hair away from your face, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "I've got you, sweetheart. You're okay. Just let it out."

Something about him telling you to let it out made you really let it out. Your eyes screwed shut and you began to bawl, gripping his strong forearms to pull him closer as if he could possibly do so-- you were practically tangled around each other. You shifted your hips and turned over in his arms, burying yourself in his broad, bare chest, wetting his smooth skin with your anguish. He didn't care, he just held you tight and rubbed your back, whispering sweet praises and comforting affirmations into the crown of your hair.

"You're okay, princess. You're alright," He spoke lowly, lips brushing softly over the top of your head. He smelled so good, like cedarwood body wash, like fresh aftershave, like protection. "Poor baby. I know it hurts, but you've been such a good girl for me. Such a brave, sweet girl."

You went truly boneless, melting into his warmth, gripping him close like he'd just disappear if you let go. The irony was not lost on you-- you knew it was wrong to bask in his affection, to cry for comfort from the man who'd caused all your problems to begin with, but what choice did you have? You spent so much of your days alone now that you were starting to get sick of yourself.

It felt like you were going crazy. Every morning he would leave for work and you would feel some kind of relief for maybe an hour or two before you found yourself missing him. Longing for someone to talk to, someone to hold you and kiss you and just be in your presence. Longing for the way he'd play with your hair and rub your back, dote on your every need, even the way he'd mark up your body with his teeth. 6:00 p.m. would roll around and you'd find yourself restlessly pacing the room, glancing over at the door, pressing your ear up against it to listen, gazing out the locked window to search for his car.

When he'd walk in you'd try really hard to pretend like you weren't so eagerly waiting for him, but you think he was starting to catch on to your lowered guard. It almost seemed like in return, his guard was lowering as well. He still remained vigilant about keeping the doors and windows locked when he wasn't home, but every now and then he would take you out into the living room, let you hang out in the kitchen while he cooked for you, let you sit by the sliding glass door to sunbathe and gaze into the backyard.

The strangest part of it all was you didn't really feel inclined to take advantage of his leniency. He kept his eyes on you at all times, so it's not like you had much of a chance to misbehave even if you wanted to, but knowing deep down that Leon had his resources and his ways of being able to track you down if you were to disappear made the prospect of escape that much less enticing.

In fact, making a break for it was starting to feel more dangerous and scary than just staying put.

Leon's voice, a low whisper, broke you out of your hazy confliction. "What do you need, puppy? What can I do to make you feel better, huh?"

"J-Jus' want daddy," You sniffled, haze settled over your brain, body aching and trembling with upset.

"You've got me. I'm right here, pup," He soothed, swiping your tears away from your reddened cheeks. "Poor baby... I'm right here."

It wasn't long before his hushed reassurances and gentle touch, coupled with the pure exhaustion of crying, lulled you into a deeper sleep than you had had since day one.

When you woke up the next morning you felt... weird, to say the least. After having cried it out your brain was much clearer now, and with that came the sickening realization of what you'd let happen last night. After all, from the second your tired eyes pried open, the first thing you noticed was Leon's arms still wrapped tightly around you. Suddenly you felt nauseous, disgusted with yourself.

You laid still as stone in his hold, trying your hardest not to move in fear of waking him. Perhaps last night you couldn't stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts but now you felt that was all you needed. You casted your eyes to the alarm clock next to the bed-- it was 5:45 a.m. 15 minutes until Leon's alarm would go off and he would have to get up, get ready and leave for work. Then you would truly be alone.

You couldn't pry your eyes away from the glowing red numbers, seconds stretching into what felt like hours as you waited impatiently for the alarm to sound. Your eyes dried and went sore before you remembered you needed to blink.

The soft peachy sunlight peeking in through the window would have been quite pleasant in any other circumstance. These days, it just came as a sore reminder of the time you'd lost locked in a psychopath's bedroom 24 hours a day. You thought of how nice it felt every now and then when he would let you accompany him to other areas of the house, and how much nicer it would be if you could just leave whenever you wanted. How nice it would feel to have that peachy sunrise beam directly on your skin. How nice it would feel to have grass between your toes, to drive a car again, to go to a restaurant.

With that reality just on the other side of the glass, it was as if the universe was laughing in your face. Dangling what you needed right in front of you and telling you that you couldn't have it. You might have started crying again if you hadn't drained yourself dry last night.

It suddenly dawned on you that if you had any sort of chance of escape, now would be the time. The likelihood of you being pregnant was incredibly slim, given recent events, and he trusted you more than ever by now. You weren't sure how you were going to pull it off, but you didn't have any choice but to try.

Your brain melded into a mush of ideas-- you could try the window, but the bedroom was on the second floor and it wouldn't be much use trying to jump out if you were just going to break your legs on the way down and have him find you that way upon his return home. You had tried jamming the lock on the door before and he'd caught you every time. There was no way he wouldn't catch you trying it now.

Your burning eyes trailed away from the alarm clock-- 5:53 a.m.-- and began to wander the room. Although there wasn't an inch of it you hadn't explored by now, you couldn't help but think there had to be something you could use to take the doorknob off. Anything even remotely resembling a screwdriver would be worth a try. Of course Leon wasn't stupid enough to leave tools lying around for you to play with, but perhaps you could find a viable work-around in something otherwise mundane. A nail file, a coin, tweezers, anything.

You were also painfully aware of how easy it might be for him to find you once you'd escaped, if you could escape. If you had any hope of getting the fuck out of town and hiding out, you would have to get to your apartment first, where your wallet was probably still collecting dust on your bedside table. If you could scrape up enough cash to catch a train or a Greyhound bus, you could be states away before he even got off work. Despite the nagging voice in the back of your head screaming this is a bad idea, all you could think about was how much it would be worth the risk if you managed to pull it off.

If I could manage to get the doorknob off, maybe I can get through the front door, too, and if not, maybe I could smash the sliding glass wi--

The alarm clock began screeching, signaling the start of Leon's day and reminding me you that you were supposed to be pretending to sleep. You screwed your eyes shut and shuffled around in his arms at the noise like you usually would, not wanting to arouse any suspicion that you weren't really sleeping.

Apparently, that wasn't sufficient.

"How long have you been awake, sweetheart?"

The first words out of his mouth. Fuck.

You shrugged innocently. "I don't know. Fifteen minutes or so."

He reached over you to shut off the alarm, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek and look into your eyes. "Hmm. Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah, I slept pretty well, actually," You replied, looking right back into his own cobalt eyes as if to sell what you were saying even further. "I must be sleeping on your schedule now."

"Must be," He hummed, leaning in to lazily kiss your forehead.

It was a normal response, and maybe you were just being paranoid, but something about the tone in his voice made you feel like he didn't really believe you. You tried as hard as you could to force yourself not to react. You couldn't risk making him suspicious of you when you wholly planned on executing your escape today.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes, not atypical for him to want to snuggle for a while in the mornings, but eventually he really had to get out of bed and take a shower. Leon gave you a quick peck on the lips before disentangling himself from you, slinking out from beneath the covers and heading to the bathroom to wash up for the day.

You only really felt safe again once you heard the water running, letting out a deep, labored breath you hadn't realized was stuck deep inside your lungs.

Still, you had a job to do for now, and that job was acting normal.

You rose from the bed, turning on the lights and perusing the closet for something to wear. For the first few weeks you were there, Leon would return home for the day with more and more of your belongings, including clothes, and you had deduced it was because he was gradually moving your entire life into his bedroom. That being said, it was sort of nice to at least be surrounded by your own things and able to wear your own clothes.

Settling on a soft sweater and leggings, you gathered your outfit from where the items were neatly folded and began dressing yourself. On Leon's days off he preferred to pick your clothes out for you-- and dress you himself-- but on days like today when he had to get to work and wasted too much time cradling you in bed, he just didn't have the time, which was sort of a relief.

Once you were dressed you sat at the edge of the bed, turning on the TV to click through random channels. It was nice to have a glimpse into the outside world every now and again. You passed by a blur of morning cartoons, tabloid talk shows and sports recaps in search of a cooking show or a documentary or something, but as you flipped through the channels you saw a familiar face and nearly passed out. You quickly switched back to the news channel.

"--friends and family allege authorities have been no help in the search for the missing girl, leaving them to take matters into their own hands. Concerned loved ones have searched the vacant apartment for clues, attempted to track her devices and have left missing posters all over the city, each and every one, they say, has vanished within hours..."

Your heart sank deeply into your stomach. Tears welled up in your eyes. The fire to escape roared even louder within you. You had to put your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself as you began to cry.

The familiar face on the screen was you.

The image quickly switched over from your face to footage of your distraught friends and family speaking through tears.

"We don't know what's going on, if this is a cover-up or just negligent policing. All we want is answers to what happened to her. She was never the type to up and leave without saying a word. If she's out there somewhere hearing this, we want her to know that all we want is for her to come home. We hope she's safe, wherever she is, and on the off-chance she really did leave on her own, we just want to know why--"

The sound of the shower water shutting off jolted you back into focus. You hurriedly changed the channel back to the cartoons and wiped the tears off your face with lightning speed. Try as you might to relax, you knew you were still stiff, but you needed to compose yourself.

The bathroom door opened, warm steam rolling out in his wake as Leon re-entered the room in nothing but a towel hung low on his waist, water droplets peppering his alabaster skin.

"Cartoons this morning, huh?" He asked, smooching the crown of your head.

You shrugged apathetically. "Couldn't find anything better to watch, I guess."

He got dressed and gathered his things, keys jangling in his large hand as he gave you another kiss on the lips and took ahold of your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Have a good day, princess," He said. "Behave yourself for me, okay?"

There was definitely something in his tone that indicated he knew something you didn't. You nodded hesitantly.

"O-Okay, daddy, I will."

"Good girl," He said flatly, squeezing your jaw just a little bit, almost like a show of power, before walking out the door with a distinct click of the lock behind him.

Maybe you wouldn't be escaping today after all.

find part 3 here! ♡

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cheriladycl01 · 13 days

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P9

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

Once you'd woken up and were told you wouldn't be able to race until Silverstone you were devastated.

You cried and cried until your mum pulled up your team principle phoned you and explained their was no way they were replacing you yet. You still had your seat.

You were still in the hospital by the time Hungary had come around and were forced to watch it on your iPad being told of by the nurses every time you got to excited.

Lando, Charles and Alex all had done special helmets for you being close to you. And they'd actually all attempted to call you and visit you. They'd gotten a few fleeting texts from you but that was about general stuff but as far as they were told you were refusing to have visitors which upset them all.

By the time Monza came two weeks later, you were so down in the dumps and even though you were out the hospital you couldn't bring yourself to go to the paddock.

And because of the long distance travel you also didn't attend Montreal. You watched at home with your parents who were just as worried about your mental health as they were with your physical health.

When Physio started with your personal trainer you were so demotivated and cried to him almost every day. But he was there for you the whole time, and he really shouldn't have been as it was private between the two of you, but whenever he was called to Germany to the Audi HQ he would tell Alex how you were doing, which in turn led Alex to tell the grid what was going on.

Monaco was the first race you attended even though a lot of people were apprehensive with you coming because of your injuries. But it was Monaco and you felt ready to see everyone.

You walked through the paddock and all the fans were shocked to see you there.

Strangely they were all super respectful, not crowding or touching you in places that may hurt and didn't stick around for long. It was a nice feeling being back in the paddock but almost felt like something was missing. You weren't going to be on track or racing.

"Y/N?" a voice behind you calls that you know all to well.

"Lan?" you smile and open your arms slowly, he comes closer to you tears in his eyes as he looks over you.

"I- I'm sorry its all my fault" he cries looking over you before carefully wrapping his arms around you. He yaps some more about how it was his fault and how he shouldn't be racing today it should be you and you had to literally stop him from talking.

"Lan, its fine. I'm not upset. I'm glad you are okay. It happens in racing and hey I'll be back racing in Silverstone hopefully" you grinned and you guys spoke for a while until he was needed else where. He really didn't want to leave but you'd practically forced him too.

Then Alex and Lily came, demanding why you didn't let them come see you and why you'd been living under a rock all this time.

"I'm sorry guys, but I was just really down with not being able to do much and you know it was hard after the accident coming to terms with everything. I was embarrassed and didn't want to see anyone" you'd explained and Lily tried to look furious but turned to thankful yet worried older sister in seconds, pulling you into a light hug in order not to hurt you while Alex rubbed your shoulder.

You all had a really heartfelt moment that was caught by some media teams, Alex and Lily dragged you back to the Audi garage and made sure you had a comfortable seat, everyone was really happy to see you again and you ended up being bombarded with questions.

You spent some time with the reserve driver who was happy to be filling in for you but knew this wasn't a free seat to take as he knew you'd be back and he knew Audi would want you back.

And afterwards you spend time watching free practice. It was always fun in Monaco and it was supposed to be your first year as a driver here, you'd yet to drive the historic track and you knew 2027 might be better for you but ... you couldn't help but feel that sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You had what Amy Santiago had FOMOAW - Fear of Missing Out at Work.

The day was ending up and you were taking a slow walk back to the car where you parents were waiting to take you back to the hotel. Walking was still a little difficult and painful but you knew the more you moved in little increments the quicker you'd be back to racing.

"Y/N?" some shouts from behind you but it seems shocked and more like a question. You stand still for a second, trying to correlate that voice and of course it was Charles Leclerc.

"Hello Charlie" you say softly.

The accident had put a lot into perspective for you. Silly pettiness from you would have potentially cost Charles ever being able to understand you had forgiven him, if things had taken a turn for the worst in the hospital. And in fact you'd forgiven him a very long time ago but you didn't want to show that in fear of getting hurt again.

"Oh my gosh, you are here!" he says carefully looking over at you.

"Yeah, I'm here" you smile looking at him. He looked a little rough, not a bad rough but like all his usual pristine self-care had depleted.

"Look , i need to say this before you run away or leave I need to get it off my chest!" he lets out in a breath and you cant help but giggle a little.

"I'm not going too-" you start but he steps closer to interrupt you.

"Please just let me ... i need to explain my, what i did it was not right and I am sorry. I - i shouldn't have believed stupid stupid whispers around the paddock, and I shouldn't have let Ferrari make a complaint against you. I really like you. You are an incredible driver and I think you are going to come so far in the sport... i mean you already have its amazing but ... fuck I'm getting of track. What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and can we please start over again as friends and can you forgive me for all those cruel things i said" he asks looking over your expression which was one of concentration hanging off every word he was telling you.

"Charlie... look i forgave you a long time ago. I knew you didn't mean it, you were just heated with the races. Like we all are... and you know Ferrari wouldn't have listened to you on a matter like this... so i no longer hold a grudge for any of it. Okay?" you smile and he looks shocked.

"So I am forgiven?" he asks and you nod, moving closer and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Forgiven ... IF" you start with a smirk making him frown and his puppy eyes come out in worry.

"You buy me dinner. I'm starving and I'm not racing right now so I'm craving a really greasy pizza or cheeseburger" you smile and he nods.

"I- I can do dinner" he smiles and you nod walking away with a big grin on your face.

Charles was in shock, to the point he remained there until Carlos found him just staring into the abyss and he told him all about what had just happened.

And for you, well ...

The world, despite you not racing, felt righted.

For now.

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halfdeadfullgay · 7 months

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Here’s that Danny Phantom fic that I started like two months ago. It’s mainly a crack fic treated seriously that I lost motivation to continue writing. I might come back to it later idk. Anyways ignore this hot mess of a fic as it just bounces around with no real plot lol

ignore any inaccuracies with dc comics or out of character writing this really is just a crack fic, definitely not beta read or proof read

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Where to start with the Ghost King’s story? Most ghosts already knew at least a bit from hunting him down in his earlier years, way before he was able to clam the crown but now Clock Work was telling Danny that he could either make a mythos version or have the actual story of how a halfa became Ghost King, The Ruler of The Infinite Realms be told for as long as he ruled.

Out of all things that came with being Ghost King, he didn’t expect to be told to that he could mostly make up the story of how he even got to the crown.

Danny with the help of his sister and friends; made his story. It was mostly truth. How he defeated Phriah Dark, the many fights with ghosts and then calming the crown when he turned 18. There were parts that were completely fake. Mainly how he became a halfa. He didn’t want to have the portal accident be connected to him more than it was. He had accepted the way the accident would follow him around. Not just being the whole reason he was Phantom but the pain that still lingered.

When human, he would get shaky, phantom (no pun intended) pains all ever, along with some effects that were easier to manage. At first he didn’t understand the phantom pain, he still had all his limbs but after talking to Vald, who had surprisingly chilled out and stopped messing with Danny(for the most part), it had to due with the fact that he was dead. His whole body thought that one part was dead every other hour almost, sometimes the whole thing.

He had gotten used to it, well as much as he could. Obviously he had the mental side affects to deal with too. Sometimes he would nightmares of some of the more tougher fights. His friends and CW thought that the nightmares were because of Phara Dark and the portal accident. Of course some were but there others too. Mainly Spectra’s mosquito epidemic including the “hospital” and Nocturn.

Being stuck in what should be your desired reality along with everyone’s and seeing all your classmates including your own sister slowly become sick with some kind of ghost virus is the kind of shit that sticks with you. He tried to avoid most nightmares by staying in ghost form but just like when he would be forced to his human half from exughst in a fight; the same would happen with the more sleep he missed.

Sam once asked him if he blamed her for the accident. Of course, he didn’t. No one knew what could’ve happened. While he held no blame for Sam, he blamed himself sometimes when things got bad.

Today was like any other, do some basic royal stuff and then visit other realms/places in the human world to see how the ghosts that resided there were treated. He had gotten use to all the moving over the last few years. He typically loved going to other realms. It was a break for the most part. A break from being King, a break from being Phantom and a Fenton.

Though today was different. He was to visit Gotham, the city said to be alive itself. He lived there when he wasn’t in Amity or the ghost world but hadn’t been back in a while due to problems in Amity.

Living in gotham was an easy way to watch a lot of the dead that roamed there. Particularly a specific living dead who had came back a few years ago. Danny was supposed to see how the pit rage progressed and if it was still affecting years later. Danny had ask CW if he had to since the lazura pit had been around for quite awhile, didn’t they already know and because of the fact that it was creepy to basically stalk someone. He was just told that everything changes and it’s best to always double check.

Now he was invisible and moving through the shadows of Crime Alley. He watched the tops of buildings and alleys. He had chosen Crime Alley as a place to live when human. He knew that the living dead he was supposed to watch had claim over Crime Alley so it was easy to watch. He was careful to not interfere with any part of Crime Alley.

He would stop something if he saw it but knew not to mess with someone else’s haunt too much. Although Danny thought it was creepy, Red Hood was an interesting one to watch. Danny picked up on the fact that Red Hood liked Night Wing but disliked the Batman. Sure Danny could just figure out his identity but that a. be more creepy and b. that would ruin the fun.

But he had messed up when returning home after watching The Red Hood. He was in his human form when heading back to his apartment. He didn’t worry about how dangerous Crime Alley was. Of course he was a bit paranoid sometimes but not really.

One minute he was walking the next he was cornered in the alley next to the apartment complex. Apparently that got the attention of The Red Hood as when Danny started pushing the muggers away and was getting ready to fight; he appeared behind the them and scared the rest off.

Danny kinda just looked at him before saying thanks and quickly heading up the fire escape to his apartment. He wasn’t supposed to interact with the dead that he was meant to watch but now he could feel Red Hood’s eyes on him as he went through his window.

Jason usually knew who was following him but for some reason he couldn’t figure it out this time. He felt like he was being followed, he knew that he was. He had oracle check the cameras in Crime Alley but still nothing.

It annoyed him that he couldn’t figure it out. There was no rumors about any out of towners. It wasn’t till one night when he noticed someone fighting against some muggers in the alleyway of next to the apartment complex he lived in. He was about to stop his patrol for the night so why not end with scaring off muggers.

When all was said and done, he watched the man thank him and leave. Jason watched a bit too long as he saw him go into his apartment. He couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity with that man. Red hood left to the top of the apartment building. Yes he had multiple safe houses but he liked living in crime alley, more or less to stay away from the Bat.

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Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 12

Joe Burrow x Reader Series.

Warnings: 18+ only. MDNI. Don't want to give to much away so please read with caution, if this chapter isn't for you, I completely understand 🖤

Word Count: 4.5K

Beeping is all you heard as you struggled to open your heavy eye lids. After attempting to do so for quite sometime you finally open them and notice you're in a lit room. You slowly blink a few times clearing up your hazy vision. You soon realize that you were in a hospital room. Confused you look down at yourself and see that you were in a hospital bed. Your head was killing you and so were your back and ribs. "Well look who's awake!" Someone says coming in through the door. "Hm?" You hum wondering who was the unfamiliar voice. "Relax sweetie, I'm your nurse Rebecca." A short redhead woman with short hair says. "What Happened?" You croak, your throat incredibly dry.

"You were in a car accident a few days ago and you were in a coma until just now. Now let me get the doctor and I'll come back to do some tests on you. Then we can talk about finally letting you see visitors and getting you to eat. "Visitors?" You ask confused as to why you weren't allowed any. "Yeah other than your immediate family you aren't allowed any visitors and you've had three people come and go, specifically our very own Cincinnati QB1. He's a character that one..." She winks at you checking some stuff on your arm and writing down something on a clipboard. "Would you like me to send your sister in? She went to the cafeteria I think." The nurse asks. "Please." You reply. "I'll be back, just relax, everything is going to be fine! I'll be right back." She says patting your knee gently.

You try your very hardest to remember what happened but all you remember was being at Joe's and then nothing else after other than waking up here. As you tried your best to remember the accident, your sister Jessica comes in. "Oh my gosh...honey how are you feeling?" She asks softly with tears in her eyes. "Like absolute shit...I can't remember the suppose accident I had and my body hurts like hell." You groan. "I'm sure you will remember soon but I'm just glad you're awake, you really scared us there for second." Jessie says sitting down next to you on a chair.

"Are mom and dad here?" You ask. "I...haven't told them you're here." Jessie says. "What? Jessie- Mom and Dad are in Costa Rica on that trip they've been talking about for years. They come back in two weeks, we can tell them then. Especially now since you're awake, it can come from you." Jessie says and you give her an unamused look. "Are you the only one of our siblings that's came to see me?" You ask and she shakes her head. "No they've came every now and then since they're farther away than me but your friends have been coming here a lot...especially Joe. He's been here everyday, when were you going to tell me about that? I thought you hated him after the drama online?" Jessie asks and you sigh. "It's... very complicated." You mutter.

"That's exactly what he said, but Peyton and Sasha filled me in." She snorts. "Of course they did." You sigh making a mental note to give your friends shit for spilling the tea to your older sister. The doctor ; who's name was Doctor Brown and the nurse soon come in and begin to test you on things and ask you a billion questions. "Now, for being in a coma for almost a week you're doing far better than we expected. I'm very happy with your improvements but due to the nature of the head injury we need to keep you here for a few more days to monitor that and run some more X-rays and CAT scans make sure we know what we're dealing with for all the injury's, you have some broken ribs and bad bruising due to the seatbelt and airbags." The doctor says. "Now...we might have some shocking news for you but we took blood tests while you were asleep and we found that you are pregnant miss Y/L/N." The doctor says and your heart drops. "Excuse me?" "What!?" You and your sister say in unison. "I had a feeling this was going to be big news due to how early you are so please just take it easy, the pregnancy wasn't affected by the accident and all seems to be well. You are a little over two months pregnant, 10 weeks to be exact. We are going to reevaluate some things now and come back later since you are pregannt we need to minimize any X-ray's and CAT scans due to the fetus. I'll give you some time to process everything, I'll be around making rounds so just ask the nurse for me if you need me." She says before leaving the room.

The nurse gives you a reassuring smile and leaves behind the doctor. "This has to be a fucking nightmare and I'm going to wake up any minute now." You say rubbing your face. "I...Well um, Let me go get you some food. Fast food okay?" Jessie asks. "Sure, a burger and a vanilla milkshake please." You sniffle. "You got it, I'll call your friends and let them know you're awake...do you want me to call Joe too? He gave me his number to keep him updated on you." Jessie asks hesitantly. "Uh...I need to talk to my best friends first." You say. "Gotcha...they also filled me in about Mariana. You knew I never liked that girl right?" Jessie says making you chuckle. "My food please." You say and she rolls her eyes leaving the room.

You then sat there thinking about how you were currently pregnant. You didn't know how that was possible, you had gotten your birth control after the first time you hooked up with Joe plus they check for a pregnancy before you get birth control and nothing was mentioned. It just didn't make sense... This could not happen. There was just no way. You hadn't realized how long you had been in your head until there was a knock on the door revealing your two best friends.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake, Joe must of finally gotten through security and gave you that kiss huh?." Peyton jokes as he walks in first with some balloons. "Oh gosh, I knew I was going to cry." Sasha sniffles. " I love the two very different reactions from you both right now." You chuckle at your best friends. "We know you're still in pain so we'll leave the hugs for after you feel better." Peyton says trying the balloons to a chair. "How do you feel?" Sasha says coming over to hold your hand. "Like shit, my entire body fucking hurts." You sigh. "We're so glad you're awake, not being able to come in and see you fucking sucked." Peyton says sitting on the other side of you. "I don't get why they didn't let you in, I'm sure Jessie would of signed off on it." You scoff. "She tired to but it's hospital policy to only let immediate family inside of those who are in coma's" Sasha rolls her eyes.

"Yeah girl you should of seen Joe, we texted him about the accident and I swear to god that man got air lifted here, we live closer to the hospital than he does and he was already here when we got here." Peyton says. "Yeah he got pretty mouthy with the security and nurses, he was freaking out about not being able to see you and knowing limited information about you since he's not family. What really got him is that they weren't accepting the flowers he kept bringing you." Peyton snorts. "Was I admitted into a prison, what the hell type of hospital is this?" You say annoyed that the hospital was making such a big deal. Hearing that Joe was here everyday and trying his best to try and see you, made you get butterflies and feel giddy, it also meant a lot to you that he actually did care that much about you.

"I uh, have some...news." You say hesitantly looking at your best friends. "Please don't tell me you have to learn to walk again, I will hunt down that son of bitch who hit you. I know dangerous people, the cops aren't gonna know what happened to that piece of shit of that hit and run!" Peyton says getting heated in a second and you can't help but laugh. "Jesus calm down, I think I'm good on walking. I can move my toes and stuff." You say wiggling them. "Oh thank god, continue. Sorry, that was the Albanian coming out...sorry." Peyton calms down and you and Sasha look at each other in shock. "Anyways...say what you have to say." Sasha says to you urging you to continue. "Okay well uh...the doctor sorta just told me that I'm um...I'm p-pregnant." You bite your lip and Peyton and Sasha stand completely there frozen, for too long. "Well say something!!" You speak up. "Holy shit." They both say in unison. "Holy shit is right, I don't know what to do! I don't know if I should even tell Joe." You sigh laying your head back on the bed. "How far along are you?" Sasha asks trying to process this. Doctor said a little over two months...I don't know how this happened. We only had unprotected sex once before I got my birth control and I took a plan b right after." You sigh rubbing your temples. "Did you get your period after?" Sasha asks. " I spotted after I got my birth control but that's pretty much it...I know the birth control itself can fuck up your cycle so I just thought it was that." You bite your lip.

"How do you feel about this? This is some serious shit." Peyton asks. "I don't even know...I never even thought about having kids much less with Joe...you know what I've been through with him." You say muttering that last part. "You know you have choices and whatever that may be we will support you." Peyton says and Sasha nods. "Thanks guys..." You sigh. "But...just know that baby will be spoiled to the moon if you have it." Sasha smiles making you chuckle. "Knock knock!! I come with food!!" Your sister says coming into the room with your food. Sasha and Peyton pull the table that was on the end of the bed towards you and you thank them as your sister places the food in front of you. "Now...I know you just woke up but since you two are here, I'm going to go home for the weekend." Jessie says looking at you for approval as you eat your burger. "I'll be fine." You nod. "Yeah I'm sure once Joe finds the news out he won't leave her side anyway." Peyton winks and you roll your eyes at him. "Okay cool, call me if anything! Hope you feel better soon little sister." Jessie says kissing the top of your head before she says bye to everyone and leaves.

"Want us to call your boo?" Sasha teases and you give her an annoyed look. "Sure... but does anyone know where my phone is?" You ask looking around as you sip your milkshake. "I think it got damaged in the accident but I can go pick up a new phone for you tomorrow, I still have connections with that guy from Apple." Peyton suggests like no big deal. "I'll deal with it later but thanks.. oh god, someone please tell me you got in contact with my job." You say looking at them in horrror. "Your sister did, they said to not worry about anything and to take all the time you need." Sasha fills you in as she texts on her phone. "Okay I just texted Joe, wanna make a bet on how fast he makes it here?" Sasha says to Peyton making you roll your eyes. "20 bucks he makes it here in 10 minutes." Peyton says. "Deal." Sasha smirks sitting down. "You guys are so annoying and he lives across town." You shake your head. "You don't understand how your man drove the night of the accident." Peyton shakes his head. "He made Vin Diesel look bad." Sasha says making you laugh.

You two talk between the three of you. Them telling you that they hadn't reached out to Mariana about the accident which you appreciated because you did not want to see her. Before you know it the door of the room flings open and there was Joe out of breath. "You owe me." You hear Peyton say to Sasha who rolls her eyes. "We'll leave you guys alone...I'll come tomorrow around noon." Sasha says to you and you nod. "I'll bring you two breakfast cause I know Joe ain't going no where." Peyton says leaving making you snort as you look over to Joe who couldn't stop looking at you in complete awe. "Did you run?" You chuckle seeing he was still catching his breath. "Went up the stairs, elevators took too long." he says making you chuckle. Joe closes the door and walks over to you, you could see a lot of emotion on his face that he was trying to hold down. "I was told that you were out here fighting people because you couldn't come in." You raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles. "I might of acted irrationally." He smiles. "You didn't have to do all that...I'm sure you have better things to attend too than me. "You shake your head. "You hit your head pretty hard huh?" He asks and you roll your eyes. "You know what I mean." You reply. "No I don't actually, I got a call from your best friends that the girl I love got into a car accident leaving my house and you were rushed to the hospital unconscious. How else was I supposed to act?" Joe finished, you could tell that the stress from everything finally made Joe snap.

"The girl you what?" You ask Joe in shock and he takes a moment to realize what he said. "I meant exactly what I said." Joe says clearly not caring about beating around the bush anymore. "Those are some big words for two people that haven't even dated Joe." You bite your lip not knowing how to feel about this. "Well that's how I feel and after all we've been through I'm not going to take it back nor do I expect to hear it back from you. I'm not going to keep lying to you or myself." Joe says making you take a deep breath. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door and the nurse comes in. "Sorry to interrupt but there's a few things I need to change out for Miss Y/L/N." The nurse says to us. "I'll step out, do you want anything from the cafeteria?" Joe asks you pretending like you two weren't just having a serious conversation. "Something sweet." You bite your lip and Joe nods before leaving the room, giving you one quick glance as he shut the door. The nurse checks you out more, making sure you were doing okay and asks some questions about how you're feeling. She also helps you to the bathroom.

As she was helping you with sitting back down on the bed on the Joe comes back in. "Everything okay?" Joe asks seeming alarmed that you weren't tucked in the bed like he had left you. "Better than we hoped! You'll be out of here in no time." The nurse smiles at you as she helps tuck you in and then leaves you and Joe. "I think she likes you." Joe mutters which made you snort. "Jealous?" You tease him as he sits down in one of the empty chairs handing you a plastic bag filled with sweets. "I'm not worried about it, she can't compete." Joe says cockily and you roll your eyes at him. "Why'd you get so much stuff M&Ms would of done okay." You shake your head. "I was talking to my mom while I was picking stuff out and paying, got distracted." He shrugs.

You really take a good look at Joe and you realize that he looked somewhat similar to what he did after your argument and him finding out Emily's baby wasn't his. "Have you slept at all?" You ask him. "Hm?" He hums. "Yeah, here and there." He shrugs like no big deal. "Joe...go home and rest." You sigh. "I can sleep here, beside you... just fine." He smirks and you give him a look. "Don't you have like spring training or something?" You eye him. "That doesn't start for another two weeks, but you get extra points for even knowing that was a thing." Joe smiles and you roll your eyes at him in annoyance.

Joe ends up staying for the rest of the night. Which you really didn't mind, you weren't a fan of hospitals so it was nice having him here taking your mind off things. Though the whole being pregnant thing was hanging over you like a cloud. You had no idea what you were going to do and how you were going to tell Joe...if you even decide to tell him. This was a guy who almost just had a baby with someone else and who you weren't officially dating. Then the whole deal with the tabloids finding out about this potential child and the other side of you that wanted that big career move and to get away from it all.

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Four Days Later:

Today you were finally leaving the hospital. After constant tests, some physical therapy and being under constant observation you were finally going home. Joe had stayed with you the entire time, only going home to shower and change clothes, every time he came back with a fresh bouquet of flowers. Sasha and Peyton also came by frequently bringing you two food and kept you company. You had told your siblings that you were fine and that you'd see them when you came out of the hospital and to not tell your mom and dad about the accident. You were very appreciative of everyone for being there for you but you didn't need your parents freaking out and dropping their trip. "Alright Miss Y/L/N...everything seems to be good. Now, would you like me to schedule you a prenatal appointment with the OGBYN you have in your file?" Doctor Brown says and you feel your heart start beating 10 times faster. Out of the corner of your eye you see that Joe slowly turns his head towards you. "Um, yeah sure." You quickly and awkwardly say to the doctor wanting her to stop talking about this but she doesn't take the hint. "Can...we have a minute please, Doc?" Joe says and you feel your heart drop, here we go you thought to yourself. "I'm finished here, a nurse will come soon to wheel you out." She smiles at the both of you. You two thank the doctor and immediately Joe turns to you.

"Is there something... I'm missing here?" Joe asks calmly which was kind of freaking you out and you build the courage to finally look at him. He looked confused and a bit upset. "I wanted to talk to you about this in a more private place." You say and he takes a deep breath. "We'll get you home and then we will talk." Joe nods. "If you want I can call Sasha or Peyton to take me home." You bite your lip trying to avoid a fight with him. "I'm not mad Y/N just... confused and concerned. I'll get you home, plus it's Wednesday morning, aren't they working?" Joe asks and you nod. The nurse comes and they walk you down in the wheelchair. Joe pulls his car around and he helps you get in since you were still sore and had a few broken ribs. 'Are you hungry?" Joe asks as he sits in the driver seat. "A little but I rather get home and order something." You say and he nods. You hated the tension you were feeling in the car. You had no idea how you were going to have this conversation with Joe. The majority of the ride was spent in silence. You could tell Joe was in his head as much as you were.

You finally make it to your apartment, happy to be home. Joe had tried convincing you to stay with him instead but there was just no way you were able to get up and down the stairs right now and he only had a half bathroom accessible downstairs. You notice a welcome back home banner & a basket sitting on your kitchen counter. You knew it was Sasha and Peyton who did all this since they were the ones that were coming in and out of here bringing your clothes and stuff. Joe helped you get on the couch carefully and you asked him to bring over the the basket. You notice that it had a lot of your favorite things, certain candies you like, new cute fuzzy slippers, new PJs, cute girly ice packs and hot water bottles, pain medication and a box clearly containing a new phone. Judging by Joe's reaction when you grab it, you could tell he was the one who got it for you.

The police had came to the hospital to ask you questions about the accident that you still couldn't remember and they had let you know that your poor car was a total loss and your phone had been damaged as well, leaving you with no phone. "You didn't need to get me a new phone but thank you." You say to Joe. "Don't know what you're talking about." He lies and you give me him a look which made him smirk. "Do you want to stay on the couch or I can help move you to the bed. I know you're tired since you barley slept at the hospital." Joe asks as you yawn. "My bed does sound nice but I'd have to shower first and that's going to be a hassle." You sigh.

"That's what I'm here for. We can get you cleaned up and you can have a nap while I go get us some food." Joe nods. "I should of probably taken my sisters offer to stay with her." You sigh. "Why?" Joe says rather defensively. "Because I don't want you having to deal with me. I'm like an adult child right now." You sigh. " Y/N you've helped me out at one of my toughest moments, the least I could do is help you out in one of yours." Joe says helping you up from the couch. "Since your dining chairs are plastic maybe you could use that to sit in the shower?" Joe asks following you to your room. "Yeah that works." You nod going to your drawer to get some clean clothes. Joe sets up the shower for you, thankfully your shower head was detachable so you should have no trouble showering. "Are you going to need help getting undressed?" Joe asks. "Uh sure." You nod awkwardly. You had a flannel shirt on since that was the easiest thing to get into and you unbuttoned the shirt and Joe helps you take it off wincing at the movements even though you were both being gentle. You look at yourself in the mirror and could see the bruising peeking out of the bandage around your rib cage. Joe then gently starts to take off the bandage which was the most painful process of all. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to be as gentle as possible." Joe says looking at you with eyes full of nervousness. "You're doing good, the pain medication is just wearing off." You give him a reassuring smile. Eventually you finally get undressed and Joe helps you get in the hot shower. "Are you going to be able to bathe yourself?" Joe asks handing you your soap and exfoliator. "I think I can manage with the important parts, go take a breather." You smile at him and he nods before closing the shower curtain "Call me when you're done or if you need anything." Joe says before leaving the bathroom.

You shower as best as you could, wanting to wash your hair but there was no way that was happening today. After about 30 minutes in the shower with Joe checking in on you every 5 minutes and freaking out when he heard one of your shampoo bottles fall, he came and helped you out and dried you off. He wrapped your bandage around again which was worse than when he took it off, both of you hated every minute of that process, you letting out every bad word in the dictionary. "Okay, okay we're done. Is that too tight?" Joe asks. "It's fine, thank you...sorry for calling you a motherfucker." You say making Joe laugh.

"It's okay." He smiles at down at you, you look at each other for a moment before Joe leans down and gives you a kiss. He was very gentle with it but it still held a lot of emotion from this past week. "I'm not mad that you didn't tell me by the way, I don't blame you." Joe says holding your face in his hands. "I'm scared Joe...this wasn't suppose to happen. I'm supposed to move soon to another state and start a new beginning...there's no way I can do this." You say breaking down. "You don't have too, whatever you choose to do I'll support it." Joe reassures her as he wipes her tears with his thumbs. "I'm really sorry Joe, I know this must fucking suck after what you've been through." You sniffle. "It's not your fault, shit happens and I rather go through this with you than anyone else. Whatever happens, I promise we're going to be fine." Joe says and you nod calming down. Joe then helps you get dressed after you calm down and helps you get into bed. "I'm gonna go get some stuff from my house before getting us food, I'm going to basically move in and there's nothing you can do about it." Joe says making you chuckle. Do you need anything before I leave?" Joe asks. "No I'm good, I'm just going to take my nap." You shake your head. "I'll be back soon, I left your phone on the side table." Joe says leaning down and giving you a kiss. "Take my keys to lock the door." You say to him before he walks out of the room and he nods.

That went better than you thought it would, now...you just had to think about what the next step was going to be.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! The next chapter will be a lot heavier than this one so just a heads up. Thank you for reading! 🖤

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tr1ckysp00k · 1 year

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•Bob x nurse reader•

[warning: mentioning of scars, murder, cannibalism (I mean, this is bob), mental illness, mentioning of sharp objects (such as syringes, knives and such, ¿suggestive?]

Slightly proof read: I added more detail in certain bits of the story, and corrected any misspellings and missing words <3

Enjoy! <3

After years moving to various health schools, you’ve finally had became a licensed physician! You had a wonderful job, and big house, and lived in a amazing town!

Until. .

Your whole ship sank. You suddenly weren’t making enough money as you should, now this was a major problem considering you needed money to pay off EXPENSIVE bills, and nonetheless food, the very thing that keeps you alive.

All these problems were pulling you at the edge of a cliff, either continue down this path or. .

•

You decided to move to a smaller house in a less expensive town. You needed to be able to pay for food, and a home, so you choose to live in the cheapest town you could find.

This place was not all of a dump. .

Well it mostly was, but it couldn’t get worse. You unpacked your stuff from inside your shabby house, getting ready for a new day in a new place. You’ve already signed up for a job at the hospital. .which looked more like a asylum, but ANYWAYS.

It paid you well, you were able to keep afloat, there were only so many people working there. Your patients were well-behaved too! But then you hit another bump. .

Day 1

11:00 - AM

You walk into the hospital, which was cover in polar white paint, while the floor was decorated in lose, gray tiles. Something felt off once you stepped inside, like today was gonna be a bad day. .

Reluctantly you walked in, dusting off the stomach-churning feeling with a shake of your head. Once you clocked in, almost immediately, you were called into office. The head informed you that you were gonna be handling a ‘special case’ since you were ‘the only licensed nurse’.

•

To be honest, it’s mostly because you were the first person to arrive work.

They had specifically instructed you on what you’ll need to do and sent you off with a little warning.

‘We are not worried about you hurting him, but him hurting you. . If he does get a little ‘frisky’ we laid out some syringes filled with chloroform (aka the ‘knock out drug’)’

•

Now you were worried, a lot actually. ‘He will hurt me? Why would he do such a thing? Is he mad or something?’

You continuously fidgeted with your fingers as you slowly made your way to the pale white door. Your heart rate was at a faster pace, feeling as if it were trying to escape from your chest. You gulped as you placed you hand on the cold handle of the door, slowly opening it to reveal. .

•

Nothing. Nothing but a empty hospital bed, lied out equipment that rested on a tray, and documents. You hesitatingly walked in the room, heading for the documents. You opened the vanilla colored folder out of curiosity, reading through the fine printed lines of words.

‘Bob velseb, hmm what a peculiar name, where have I heard that before. .’

As you tried to flip over the sheet of paper, something felt out from between the pages.

“The devil has come out?” You said in a whisper.

BAM

The slam of the door echoed through your ears, swiftly turning, only to be knocked to the ground. You were face to face with a large man with pale white skin that was lathered in cuts and bullet holes from top to bottom. His smile only contained pure mania. He placed one of his massive arms beside the door blocking it so you couldn’t run off and within his other arm, his hand held a scalpel. He dazed amongst your terror filled eyes, you were basically paralyzed in fear. He pounced onto you, holding the small blade at your neck.

“Did you know. .~ the heart organ can survive 6 to 8 hours outside of the body?…” a chuckled followed his horrid fact.

“Did you know, breath mints are a thing?” You seethed, kicking in the base of his stomach. He slid amongst the smooth-like tiles, then charging at you. You ran in a panic, aiming to grab one of the syringes that were spread on the ground. You did manage to catch one, a small ‘yes’ of relief escaped your lips but, weren’t paying no attention to bob.

You grabbed you by your neck, pinning you to the dirty ground while holding the scalpel near rim of your stomach. Cyan ruled over his eyes with a sadistic passion. And drool ran over his lips, like a river. With swiftness you hammered the syringe into his arm. He hissed out of pain, and threw you aside. He ripped the shot out his skin, and attempted to make his way towards you before

Boom

Went the man, as he made contact with the ground. He was out cold. You had took it to your advantage. .

•

After you removed any bullets that were lodged in his stomach and back, and sewn him up, you decided to do some digging on him. You read through the paper that read ‘devil has come out’ the placed were you left off, and read through the lines.

‘This makes more sense now..’ you thought, as you furrowed brows at the man that was out cold on the small bed, his large stature took over.

‘How isn’t this guy dead?’ You questioned as You glared at the disc that held the blood covered bullets. Suddenly thoughts were put to a pause when you heard the man shuffling around the sheets. You held a vile close, just in case he tries any funny business.

He arose from his head-aching slumber. Holding his noggin in his hand, clearly a bit in pain from the ‘nap’ he took. It didn’t take long for him to notice you in the corner of the room, sitting in a slightly broken chair. He slowly got himself up, and attempted to get off the bed to come towards you, but you showed him the syringe just as a little warning. He plopped back down in bed, still making eye contact.

By this time he had both feet on the ground, but was still slouched in the bed. His fore arms rested atop his legs, as he let his arms carry his weight. His eye were trained onto you, the itching hunger to grab and bite was clear as day in his eyes. You made sure to show him that you were not afraid, staring right back into his crazed filled eyes.

•

All of a sudden someone opened the door, you made sure to keep bob in your vision no matter who it was.

“I say, y’all did well?” The man asked with a question in tone.

“He tried eating me, but I got done what needed to be done.” You say, with a expression that was as blank as a board.

“He… what?”

“Nothing, just keep a very close eye on him, while I get his lunch ready.” You got out the rusty chair, handing the doctor the vile.

Bob frowned a bit when he saw you leaving the room, something about you made him feel a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn’t hunger I’ll tell you that.

•

You had gotten the food prepped and ready for ‘your patient’. You wanted to hurry, you didn’t trust bob with your fellow employee. And if he did get hurt, you’d be responsible for the incident, since you left them both alone.

When you returned, everything seemed fine. They confirmed that bob didn’t try anything, and stayed from afar. You escorted them out the room, making sure they exited safe and sound, then faced the murderous cannibal. You dragged your feet as you made your way to give him his tray, which has plain food sitting in each category of the tray while a glass of fresh water sat at the edge of the plastic serving dish.

“Here, enjoy. Sicko. .” You trailed off at the end of your sentence, for only a mumble to be heard.

He cringed his nose in response, while slightly narrowing his his brows. He looked down at the food in disgust, complaining with a groan.

“This steak ain’t even seasoned. .”

He grumbled in irritation. Picking at the slab of dry meat with a plastic spork.

“Boo-hoo.” You giggled a bit, but immediately stopped when you saw the man frown in annoyance, a bit of sweat beading out your fore head as you reminded yourself you were in the same room with a serial killer.

You got everything done without a hassle. Including getting bob to eat, despite his pro-testing. What you really were ticked off about is that, you were STILL going to have to take care of him for a couple of weeks, until his injuries have recovered.

• What a way to star the day. . It’s not even past 12:00 yet.

• He’d request for you non-stop through out the day.

• Needed to get some paper work done? Forget it. You were on break? Time to get to working again, your patient is in need of you. You couldn’t even go to the bathroom without being bothered.

• bob had MADE sure it was only YOU coming to his rescue, attempting to bite, or tear into any other twat that tried laying a finger on him.

• when you did snapped at him for his constant, annoying request for you, he giggled it off saying it’s was cute seeing you this frustrated.

•

“There are other people here, why don’t you try asking assistance from them!?” *you’d hissed in irritation, frustration was visible*

“*he chuckles* aww, don’t

Be so mad. . Isn’t it yer job to help those in need, docs?” *he coos*

•

• but once the moon made its way up the night sky, you had given a sigh of relief. Finally able to rest, and someone else would have to put up with his bull-crap.

• When you were getting ready to go home, after a day of long work. You bid the tramp adieu, the frown he gave what up-most satisfying. Though, come tomorrow, you’ll have to go through this hell with him again. And he knew it.

•He just couldn’t wait.

Just until I figured out what happens in part 6 of just a bite.

Thank you for reading!

#spooky month #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #enjoyyyy #nurse y/n x bob velseb #fanfic #i don’t know how to use tags #ITSASPOOKYMONTH #bob #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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noellawrites · 11 months

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How do you think the yandere svu guys would react to a pregnant reader not wanting them in the delivery room while they give birth (double points if the reader wants someone else like a family member or friend to be with them instead of the yandere)?

Maybe she doesn't even want him to cut the umbilical cord

OMG I LOVE THIS ASK THANK U—

sorry i keep using the same gifs, the same ones pop up on the gif search

oh my lord Nick is FURIOUS. the doctor has to call hospital security and the nurses are trying to restrain him and get him out of the room. this is the one time he can’t change your mind or your decision and he is never, ever going to forgive you for making him miss the birth of his child. he’s banging on the doors and windows, screaming about how you’re a horrible f*cking mother and you’re a terrible person and yeah just a lot of nasty stuff. he’s gonna punish the hell out of you, too.

Sonny is completely distraught. he’s devastated at your choice and convinced it’s the wrong one. he’s talking to anyone he can, trying to tell them that you’re mentally ill and he needs to be in there for the birth of his child. if you pick one of his sisters or his mom, he’s going to take it better than if you picked one of your family members. he’s going to hold a grudge and try to prove you’re an incompetent parent.

Mike is calling anyone he can, name-dropping, negotiating and contacting lawyers who are already drafting paperwork. by the time you’ve delivered the baby, Mike’s filing documentation to appoint him as your guardian so he can make all financial and legal decisions for you. his parents are at the hospital immediately to make the situation worse and argue more.

Rafael is one step ahead of you. he’s forced you to sign paperwork appointing him your emergency contact and saying that he is to be in the hospital room with you. if not, he probably bribed one of the trainees to get him in, or at least take in a camera for him. if none of that worked, he is going to do something cruel like refuse to pay your hospital bill until you apologize and he can punish you properly.

#noelle answers #law and order svu x reader #yandere law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader #yandere sonny carisi #yandere rafael barba #yandere nick amaro #yandere mike dodds

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Tagged by: @sindar-princeling

Are you named for anyone? Nope, not really. I have a name I might switch to irl, which is my name here, Lif. So really I just named myself after the human woman who survived Ragnarok by sleeping through it.

When was the last time you cried? Last night at midnight. I had to hold in my sobs so hard, and it was literally just over a character death. It really hits me.

Do you have kids? Does a very needy kitty boy count? I'm on mom duty with him for hours every day, and I lost sleep in high school doing all the mom stuff: feeding him, burping him, giving him medicine, giving him baths, reading to him so he could sleep okay, singing him to sleep (these were all vet recommended, and they helped his temperament a lot [he's mentally ill]). I do want kids someday. Almost had one in 2020. I still think about her, especially as May is coming up, and she was supposed to be born then. I don't bring this up to make anyone sad, or feel pity. It's just, part of my life, you know?

What sports do/have you played? Archery!! I haven't been able to do it since an injury in 2013 (yes, I realize this happened forever ago at this point), but it was fun. I should maybe try getting back into it. The lanes are expensive though, and I would need a lot of good places to sit down in between shooting.

Do you use sarcasm? That I do.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Same as sindar-princeling, I think. Probably the facial expressions. Next I look for something to compliment them on.

What's your eye colour? Really dark brown.

Scary movies or Happy endings? I feel like these are not opposite ends of a spectrum or anything. I want to say happy endings, but my favorite Star Wars movies are the tragedies: Revenge of the Sith, Rogue One, The Siege of Mandalore.

Any talents? Oh heck yes! I can play the clarinet, sing, compose, act, write, cat photography (trust me, it is a talent and a skill), edit pictures, and bake (I'm better than average at decorating though, but still kinda suck at it).

Where were you born? New England, USA.

What are your hobbies? Right now it's mostly reading, watching TV and movies, listening to music, playing video games, and writing.

Do you have any pets? I have 2! A maine coon girl named Alley Cat who will be turning 17 this Saturday! She's so silly, and a sweetie, and just full of love. Sometimes she annoys me because she thinks I'm her littermate (we were kids at the same time). She also still snurgles (suckling while kneading at the same time)!! And she loves food. She’s just so stunning and adorable. And then there's Loki! That's my baby boy. He picked me to be his mommy when I was 15. I've been there for him through almost everything (sadly couldn't be there for a scary hospitalization when I was in college a few states over). He's silly, he's lovable and loves giving love, he loves kissies, he likes to be brushed, he loves making biscuits. He loves playtime, and he loves getting into trouble. I have the best kitties.

How tall are you? 5'4 (I still want to cry about somehow growing an inch in my early twenties)

Favourite subject in school? PHYSICS AND BAND!!!

Dream job? I really don't know anymore. I wanted to be a professional clarinet player, but that couldn't happen, I wanted to be an actor, but that wasn't able to happen, I wanted to be an editor: again, nope. Screenwriter? Maybe? Author? I don't know anymore.

And here are my kitties!

Alley is on the left, and Loki is on the right. I forgot to mention that he’s an American Ringtail.

Tagging: @miss-mouse99, @feeling-uncomfy, @evilwriter37, @cascigarette, @knowerofuselessfacts, @err404r, @poisonedyouth, and @vanillachip101.

#tag game #about me #personal

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f1uckinghell · 11 months

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What about Charles going into an unscheduled heat during one of the Charlos business trips? Maybe they thought they had more than enough time to get home before the heat hit, but flights were cancelled due to some crazy weather event. They’re in a foreign country, and it’s obvious it’d be too unsafe to even try to fly Charles back home, so they’re stuck in a hotel alone.

Carlos is putting on a brave face for Charles, but he’s actually a total mess. Usually it takes the whole pack to keep Charles satisfied during his heats, and Carlos is struggling with it both mentally and physically.

Charles is slightly delirious and keeps asking for the others, and it kills Carlos to keep telling him that it’s the two of them.

They have basically a 24/7 video call to the pack going on so Charles can at least hear and see the others a bit, and they’re able to give Carlos advice. Max and Lando gently guiding him through the things the other omegas would usually help Charles with (birth control, cleaning him up, tending to his sore spots etc.) and Daniel, Michael, and Pierre are there to cheer them on, Pierre even giving some beta magic tips. On the other end of the call Daniel would be putting on a brave face for Carlos, while he’d be going crazy over the idea of them being so vulnerable and him not being able to protect them.

When they finally make it home they’re both exhausted, and the pack doesn’t let them get out of bed for several days.

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but I wanted to do it justice <3

Their flight was cancelled, Charles thought he could make it, but he starts glowing with a fever on the taxi to the airport. They genuinely consider getting him to a hospital to give him heat stoppers, but Max asks them not to do it because they can have similar side effects like a heat crisis, and Max doesn’t want that for Charles.

So they end up in a shitty airport hotel.

Carlos calling home in a panic, he doesn’t know what to do, but Max and Lando talk him through all the stuff they normally do for Charles. Carlos somehow pushes through, takes care of Charles, uses some of the clear moments they have to talk to the pack… they both go into a proper heat state, barely even eat or sleep… it’s not healthy but they get through it. Charles cries a lot because he misses the pack and his mates, but Carlos tries to comfort him as good as possible. All the while, Daniel genuinely considers flying there to get to them, it pains him to see them like that.

They make it through, nevertheless. The last day of Charles heat, they only fuck twice; the rest is spent eating massive amounts of take-out and sleeping. When Charles comes out of his state and realizes what Carlos did for him, he’s so grateful.

The pack pick them up from the airport, just glad to see them okay.

It’s one of the moments that convince Daniel that Carlos will be a good pack alpha one day.

#asks #virtues verse #smut tag #angst tag #vv!charlos #charlos business trips

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Flightless Bird | fifteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Can you put those in that drawer?” Jose asked Penny, pointing to a smaller drawer of the changing table, “She probably won’t fit those for a while.”

“I have to say, she’s going to have a lot of cute little clothes,” Penny sighed, “I miss Amelia being small.”

“Everyone keeps telling me it’ll be gone in the blink of an eye,” Jose said thoughtfully, “She’s my one shot at being a mom, so I want to savor every moment of it.”

“You will honey,” Penny replied, “Take lots of pictures and videos. Be the annoying mom who takes them all the time, you’ll thank yourself for them later.”

Jose nodded and lowered herself into the plush glider that she was able to find last week. She knew it would be good for late night feedings and just overall baby snuggles. Her back was aching all the time now, and she was officially on light bed rest. She was able to move around, but not much. Doctor Kerner wanted to hold off on labor for as long as possible, just so little Florence wouldn’t be under developed at all. Though, Jose felt like she was carrying around a bowling ball at this point.

She didn’t walk anymore, she waddled, and she had to have someone with her all the time, just in case. She was essentially put on baby watch. She didn’t hate it, but she disliked having to force people to stay with her. Most of the time the boys or Phoenix would be over, but when they were on base it was Penny and sometimes Ameila too if she didn’t have school.

Jose was starting to get used to having Penny around. She was warm and inviting, just like a mother should be. Maybe Jose would be able to be the same kind of mother, warm and inviting, the kind that her daughter would feel like she could come talk to.

“Where do you want this?” Penny questioned, holding up the baby blanket.

“Oh uh, that’s coming to the hospital, but I’ve been sitting with it in my shirt and stuff so that it smells like me,” Jose explained, “But that’s her blanket. It’s one of the only blankets I have.”

“Looks like it’s been well loved already, was it yours?” Penny asked.

Jose shook her head, trying to get into a more comfortable position for her back, “No, it was Bradley’s actually. He gave it to me after he found out.”

“That’s a big deal,” Penny told her, “Mav talks about Bradley’s parents all the time.”

“Yeah I know. He’s talked a little bit about them with me,” Jose explained, “Not much, but he’s trying I think.”

“I met them once or twice before Bradley was born,” Penny went on, “Goose was definitely something else, the two were perfect for each other. I can’t imagine they wouldn’t have loved you.”

“I hope so,” Jose sighed, “Because I really love their son. And I hope they would be okay with that.”

Penny only smiled and draped the baby blanket over the side of the bassinet, “I think they’re thrilled that their son has found love with someone that loves him back. You’ll understand this sooner rather than later I’m sure, but as a mother all you ever wish for is that your child will be happy. You want them to find all of the best things in the world. You’re one of his best things.”

“Thank you, Penny.”

The two continued their work in the bedroom, getting everything set up and ready for the baby. Jose kept telling Penny where to put things and kept on folding clothes while the other woman worked. Truthfully, Jose hated not being able to move around as much, she never considered herself one of those people who couldn’t sit still until now. Now all she wanted to do was pace around in hopes it would finally get her back to stop hurting.

She grunted, feeling another twinge of pain. She reached around to put a hand on her lower back and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure how she was going to manage another month of this.

“Are you okay?” Penny asked after a minute.

“Yeah,” Jose breathed out, “She shifted I think and the new position is murder on my back.”

“How about you walk around for a minute? The doctor said that was okay when you felt a little achy.”

Jose nodded and let Penny help her out of the glider. Jose took a few steps before feeling something wet down her legs. A groan followed before she looked down, not that she could even see her feet anymore. But she had a good idea what it meant.

“I think my water just broke.”

Penny froze, spinning around to face Jose. The younger woman wasn’t panicking, didn’t seem to be worried in the slightest as she stood in the middle of the room. Penny dropped what was in her hands before rushing towards Jose, already pulling out her phone.

“I’ll get Mav to send the boys to the hospital,” Penny told her, already dialing the captain's phone.

“No you won’t,” Jose argued, “They need to be up in the air, training. There isn’t a thing they could do for me anyway, it’ll be over before they could even get there.”

“Josephine-”

“Call Maverick but tell him not to tell the boys until they’re done. I need to call Doctor Kerner and let her know we’re on our way,” Jose calmly instructed

Penny shook her head before doing what Jose asked. Meanwhile Jose left a message on Doctor Kerner’s phone and grabbed the hospital bag, making sure to grab the blanket too.

Penny helped her out to the car, still in shock of how calm Jose was being. Penny was a mess when she went into labor with Amelia. Penny would’ve sworn they had to give her a sedative at some point during her delivery. But Jose didn’t so much as blink as she told Penny how to get to the hospital, even though Penny already knew.

The boys made sure that everyone who was staying with Jose knew the whole plan, although making sure they knew that Jose was in labor was a big part of that plan.

“How are you so calm?” Penny questioned with a hint of a laugh.

“I don’t have to push anything out of my body,” Jose shrugged, “They’re going to,” She stopped and drew a line across her stomach, “Do all of that for me, because I can’t deliver naturally. Everything down there is too screwed up, so I’m just along for the ride.”

“You really are a special girl,” Penny couldn’t help but laugh, “They couldn’t calm me down for anything when I was in labor.”

Jose only shrugged again, “ I just want her in my arms. I want to know that she’s real.”

She looked down at her stomach and rubbed it slowly. She would get to hold her baby girl soon. She could hold her and love her. She would be a part of the world, her own little person. Jose would be able to see her and watch her grow up and get to know her. She couldn’t help but smile. She was going to have a baby, the very thing she thought she couldn’t have.

For a moment she thought about Michael. Maybe she would call him one day, or send him a picture of his daughter, just so he could see her. Maybe one day they would have a relationship, but only if she wanted it. Jose would never force her daughter to know anyone that she didn’t want to.

But above all, she couldn’t wait to watch her grow up with Jake and Bradley right by her side, ready to love and protect her.

Jose was ready. She was ready to finally meet her little Florence.

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vargonautic · 9 months

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Hi! Hello! Life update! What is this, 2015??

Anyway. For those interested in whats been up and whats gonna be up:

Im goin to hospital :] in about a week ill be in full time care for a while, unsure how long really. For mental and ED reasons (no emergency illness stuff so no need to worry!) but. Its kind of a lot to deal with and im all over the place so yehaw

Ive been having a hard time with art for a little over a year now and making something im proud of has been a rare occurrence, hence im pretty much posting fuck all. One day ill get back into being obsessed with my art but it aint today and it probably wont be for another lil while :"")

Ive been drawing some in a sketchbook tho so i might share that while im on my hospital adventures. We'll see lol

Anyway thats all! I miss being active and interacting w folk here so i just wanted to share. Thanks for sticking around it does mean a lot to me :") ok kisses see yall on the flip side

#idk man #i miss being a tumblr person lmao #its just a lot! going on right now!#but maybe youll see some doodles from my sketchbook or smth #maybe ill even like yakno. write more aboit my life again #i used to do that when i was the main character #in like 2017 #me #talkies #i dont have a tag for me just sayin stuff tbh #ed #tw ed #cw ed #hospital #tw hospital #cw hospital

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ya-boy-polaris · 1 year

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Warden Ingo with a s/o who straight up tells him what he has forgotten and missed while he was in Hisui and it's not sad or anything like that. It's played out as a casual conversation with the reader.

like-

'speaking of time and portal stuff, there was a rumor going around Paldea and Alola-"

'I guess we won't need that memorial in the subway. whos memorial? yours of course!"

'How am I supposed to explain to our children!- I'm kidding, we don't have children haha'

Ingo's reaction would be processing to huh??? to wtf????

Post- Hisui Warden Ingo x Male Reader

Okay Ingo had been missing for about three months but to him he spent roughly three years in Hisui. You were on the brink of mental collapse before he came back; having spent a lot of time with Emmet and their friends in a combined effort to try and find him.

But the day he actually comes home was shocking, all things considering. He woke up in his bed, realized this wasn't Hisui and went to investigate only to be woken up by your screams since you were laying besides him, mistaking him for an intruder.

What quickly became a frightful experience became sudden cathartic relief as you hugged Ingo tightly, not wanting to ever let go

Time has since passed but Ingo can't help but to note you've been acting a bit...off.

You were helping him catch up with what he's missed but you try do it playfully. Oh his funeral? Guess we can cancel that and instead send everyone a new notice that you're alive!

His job at the Subway Station? It's not his anymore, it's yours!

The children, think of the children, except you don't have any.

Ingo thinks you're at first messing with him, trying to make light of the situation, not fully understanding it.

He wishes he knew why you acted like this but there's little he can do when he's not allowed to leave the hospital, he suffered another injury when he came back and required a minor surgery. You've visited as often as you could.

one day you came back for a quick cup of coffee, a photo album, and his morning breakfast that you made yourself, before leaving to go to work. The photo album has many photos of you and Ingo since the two of you began your relationship and he can't help but to notice a stark difference in your complexion.

The first photos began to tell a tale of your romantic stories with Ingo, you and your bright and sunny smile, both of you with a younger complexion, but now?

He's taken note of your tired eyes, your strands of gray hair, how you act in the morning, you've grown some facial hair. You're unable to cope without caffeine in the morning and come home crashing into the bed at night. You functioned at a higher than average standard and would come back home late to try and investigate his disappearance. Now that he came back, you were most likely getting up earlier to make him his breakfast as well...

He realizes you're trying to make light of the situation so that he wouldn't see how difficult things had been for you the past three months. You've cared for the apartment, Emmet, Elesa, Skyla, his pokemon, and the subway while he's been gone. You did all of that not just for him, but for Emmet's sake too. Had you not been there, what would have happened to him? What would have become of Emmet?

The next morning you see him, it's the weekend. You have your day off work and Ingo is allowed to be released. He waits for you in the lobby and when he sees you, you give him a smile, the sound of your boots clacking against the clean tiled floors.

You weren't expecting your boyfriend to come running at you, with a fierce expression on his face. At first you thought you did something wrong, but Ingo quickly wraps his arms around you and gives you a tight hug that eases into a tender embrace.

"i'm truly sorry dear, for everything you've gone through. Please allow me to ease your burdens for today. Now is there anything you'd like to do?"

"Give me a kiss and I'll think of the rest," you say smiling, with your index finger and thumb holding his chin.

#made this comfort angst lol #i just couldn't really think of how else to do the prompt without making the reader insert be an asshole #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon x reader #my writing

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the-ace-with-spades · 10 months

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Some like a monkey pilot lore/behind-the-scenes no one asked for because there's a lot and I love this fic with my whole heart...

It's first title was a supersonic man (Don't Stop Me Now by Queen obviously) but I've used this song as Ice's ringtone for Mav in slow down (in a future chapter 6) and it just seemed to suit Mav better

Second title option was (I am) the man in the making, from Number One by Chaz Jankel - Number one is a hard time in the making / Number two is the one plane I'm not taking and I am (I am) / The man in the making / I'll stake (I'll stake) / My claim (my claim) / I'll make (I'll make) / My name (my name) / My love (my love) / My game, my vocation. In the end, I thought it might sound too literal and cliche.

The story was originally supposed to be about Rooster transitioning but without the running away from Jake bit - so sort of like a small AU of this fic - where Jake would still be very dense about stuff and a lot of the breakdowns and emotions would still be in place, but Rooster stayed in Lemoore with Jake and they got married while he was in transition. Jake still had a hard time adjusting even if he personally thought he was adjusting very well - at some point when Jake was on deployment, Bradley's state got bad enough that he still landed in the hospital and Mav and Ice were called and he moved in with them. It's part of life for many trans people (family and loved ones thinking they're supportive while not really and getting better at it only when drastic stuff happen) and it is something that hit me a bit too hard and emotionally, it'd be difficult to write so the story was changed.

First Jake POV deleted scene from earlier chapters (1 or 2?) was him and Coyote talking about the topgun winner with some squad buddies and Jake hearing 'Bradshaw' and going a bit crazy only to get all depressed when he hears it was a dude (in 2016, about a year before the recall), missing finding out about Bradley by a minimal chance

Another deleted scene that was never finished because I emotionally couldn't write it was the bar scene but in Jake's POV, when he meets Bradley for the first time. He and Coyote actually leave the Hard Deck when Bradley starts playing the piano and have a talk about how Jake feels about all this new info. While I get finding out your loved one is trans can be a lot, I personally never would have cared even a bit so it was just emotionally draining to try to express Jake's thought process

There is also a deleted scene of Ice talking to Slider and Sarah (who are married in this fic) about Bradley's hospitalization and the start of his transition (from Ice's POV) -- it concentrates on how bad Bradley's mental health is at that moment and how visible it is to them, as well as the guilt Mav and Ice have for not intervening early. And a scene when they get the call from the hospital (from Mav's POV). Both are not finished and stuck as mostly dialogue.

So far there are also two more deleted scenes: Mav and Ice being at Bradley's first T-shot appointment while he's being taught how to do the injections and a scene where Bradley is at Ice's doc appointment when he finds out about cancer

Chapters 9-15 are post-canon and a bit Jake's POV heavier. He's going to be such a dumbass in them.

This fic might or might not have a sequel about reintroducing Bradley back into the Seresin family. Some readers hopefully realized that Jake's mom wasn't Bradley's fan when he was still female-presenting and certainly isn't after he transitioned. There's a whole lot of drama in that sequel involved, especially about her -- Jake's the youngest sibling (a miracle baby born a few years after his last sister) and has always been babied a bit by his mom and never experienced how bad she could be the same way his sibling had and he'll have to face it along with her awful behavior toward Bradley.

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artbyblastweave · 1 year

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Would you ever do an analysis of Wildbow's prose, esp. in Worm? I'd say it's very workmanlike, not meant to wow you but to convey the scene as smoothly into your brain as possible. There are parts of Worm I've no recollection of reading because my conscious experience ignored the act of the reading in favour of seeing the scene, like Behemoth's arc. (Which is why I sometimes totally got lost on if they were on top of a building or in the street.)

I've written about my take on Wildbow's prose before: I think it's good. If it isn't good, I enjoy it, which from my point of view is similar. And I think it does a good job (Worm in particular here) of painting a cohesive blow-by-blow visual picture of the fight scenes.

I can picture Ballistic hammering Crawler into the side of a building while Genesis lobs rubble at him. I can picture Weld brawling with Mannequin in the middle of a sea of flames. My difficulty (and this is one that other people I've made read this in real life share) is that the sheer volume of prose means that I on occasion will start reflexively speed-reading, and this is the point at which I start to miss details. I had no mental model for Victoria's Airborne Flesh Coffin for quite a while. But it's very difficult for me to decide whether that's truly a flaw with the text, or just a way in which I personally am ill-suited for engaging with this specific text unless I manually correct. Because once I started manually correcting for this and forcing myself to actually carefully read line by line, I found that I enjoyed all of it and got a lot more out of it. The line between "ill-suited for me" and "bad" is nebulous.

But there is a level, too, on which he just got better, or settled into a voice, or got a better flow going; there are some comic-book-isms in the early chapters, some patterns of speech and description which later faded out. Stuff that probably wouldn't survive a co-ordinated tightening up. I put up with a lot the dialogue in early Worm. I actively enjoy the back-and-forth in conversations in the back-half; Weaver vs. Phir Se, or Taylor's quiet discussion with Legend in the field hospital in arc 29.

As always, I'm extending a mulligan for the circumstances under which the work was written. Whatever deficiencies crop up as a result of the batshit seat-of-your-pants method of writing, it still produced a finished product for there to be deficiencies in. Also, I got to read it for free; the ratio of resources-spent-to-enjoyment-derived makes me charitable.

#parahumans #thoughts #meta #asks #ask #worm #wildbow #my editor used to get mad when I included the price of a piece of media as a criterion in rendering my judgements when I wrote reviews #in college #tell me how that's not a relevant factor!#in recommending something!#worm web serial #worm web novel #worm thoughts #worm meta

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 2 years

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A Very Important Session

Summary: A tumble down the stairs, and a surprise DND session add some excitement to your relationship

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, reader falls down the stairs, broken bone. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: Technically this is a part two to Henderson was Right, but it can be read as a stand alone fic. There's a time skip from the first one, but hopefully y'all like it! There's also a lot of DND talk in there, I hope it isn't too confusing, I put the in game stuff in italics!

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You and Eddie had been dating for about two years now, you were getting your degree and working at the local coffee shop while Eddie was working in town helping out at the record store.

You had found a little apartment to move into a year after you both had graduated from high school and things had been going great. You both fell into a comfortable rhythm and had learned how to live together fairly quickly.

It was the 4th of July and you and Eddie were having a lazy morning before he had to go into work. You had started the laundry and the two of you were sitting around watching tv while Eddie smoked. There were plans to go to Steve’s for fireworks and a little cookout, and you and Eddie were excited to go see everyone, even though the gang was usually at the apartment for D & D nights.

When the phone rang, Eddie got up and answered it, looking toward you, before checking the metal lunch box that held his supplies.

You knew that this meant he’d be leaving shortly, so you walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

Eddie arranged a time and hung up the phone, grabbing the amount he needed from his lunchbox, turning to face you, “I gotta go real quick, I’ll be back soon, you gonna be ok?”

“I’ll be ok babe, I need to finish up the laundry, but I’ll see you when you get back.” You said as you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “Please be safe.”

Eddie gave you a quick kiss and a slight salute as he headed out the door, his “goods” securely in the box that he slid into his jacket pocket. “I always am. I’ll be back soon.”

You watched out your window as Eddie made his way to his van parked outside your house. You knew that Eddie always took precautions when he went to make his deals, but you still worried about him.

As the van drove away, you watched through the window before turning and grabbing your laundry basket and heading down the stairs.

As you got to the basement stairs, you could hear the washing machines going. You started down the stairs and you felt your foot just catch the edge of the stair before you tumbled down to the concrete floor below.

When you landed, you felt all the air rush out of your chest. You immediately felt pain everywhere. The laundry basket was next to you and you went to reach out for it, but stopped when you felt the pain in your arm. You tested your joints, rolling your wrists and ankles, taking a mental note of what hurt and what felt normal. After laying there for a couple of minutes, you tried to get yourself off the floor, only making it to your knees before falling again, the pain in your ankle was too extreme. After a few more minutes, you managed to make it to your feet, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You left the laundry basket in the basement as you made your ways slowly up the stairs to your apartment. As you collapsed onto your couch, you grabbed the phone and called your mom, she was a nurse and you didn’t want to go to the hospital if you didn’t have to, especially for something as silly as falling down the stairs.

Your mother made it to the apartment in record time, she assessed you and determined that no bones were broken. She helped you wrap your arm with a tight bandage and that did relieve some of the pain that was coursing through your arm. She got you an ice pack for your ankle and brought you some pain medication, telling you to try and rest.

As your mom was getting ready to leave, Eddie came through the door, stopping as soon as he saw your mom.

“Y/M/N? I didn’t know that you were stopping by today. How are you?” Eddie said, smiling at her.

Eddie and your mom had gotten along really well since they met, she always told you that he reminded her of your dad, not with the long hair and the metal music, but with his personality and how kind he was.

Your mom told Eddie about what had happened and you watched as the color drained from his face. Even with your mom’s assurance that you were fine, Eddie went into panic mode.

Eddie came up to you and looked over all the bandages and ice packs that you had on you.

“Sweetheart, what happened? I was gone for like thirty minutes and you go and break yourself.” He smiled at you softly.

You laughed lightly, your entire body hurting, “What can I say, I just enjoy being the center of attention, and now everyone is going to be asking me what happened.”

Eddie hesitated slightly before placing his hand on your cheek, “I’m sorry, I should have been here.”

You shook your head, “It probably would have happened anyway, you know I don’t have any control over my feet sometimes.”

Your mom came over to check on the both of you one more time, “I’m going to head out, do you need anything else before I go?”

You shook your head, “I think I’ll survive, thank you for coming so quickly.”

Your mom smiled and said her goodbyes to you both and Eddie walked her to the door, thanking her again for coming over to help you when he couldn’t be there.

Eddie came back over to you and picked you up gently before sitting down and cuddling you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

You winced and closed your eyes tight before bringing your hand up, feeling the sore spot, realizing that you had a bruise on your scalp and feeling another on your forehead.

“Looks like I got more banged up than I thought.” You said, wincing as you lightly pressed on your bruise again.

Eddie immediately pulled his head back and started apologizing. “Shit, I’m sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t know.”

You patted Eddie’s arm, “It’s ok, I didn’t even know that I was hurt there. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Eddie kissed your cheek and hugged you tighter for a moment, “I should have been here, I could have gone down to do the laundry, I shouldn’t have left. I’m so sorry.”

You shuffled around slightly so you could face him, holding his face with your one good hand, “Eddie, shhh, it’s ok. I’ll be ok, I’m just going to be sore for a little bit.”

You held Eddie’s face until he finally nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

You both stayed like this, wrapped up in each other, until the phone rang again. Eddie groaned and you untangled yourself from him, limping your way to the phone.

“Munson-Y/L/N Residence, home of the klutz and the rocker, Klutz speaking, how can I assist you?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, before you heard laughing, “Jesus, that was great, how you doing Y/N?”

You smiled when you heard Robin’s voice on the phone, “Robin! Hey! I’ve been better to be honest, I took a little tumble down the basement stairs today. How are you?”

You heard Robin suck in a breath, “Dang, are you ok? Do you need anything? Are you still coming to Steve’s tonight?”

You had completely forgotten about Steve’s when all the chaos started, “Shit, I forgot! We should still be able to make it, do you need us to bring anything?”

Robin laughed, “Only if you want to, Steve bought drinks and Nance and I have been making snacks. Dustin is excited to see you guys. Even though they see you guys at least once a week.”

You smiled into the phone, “We can grab some more drinks, just to make sure there’s enough selection for everyone, tell Dustin we’ll be there in a little bit.”

You said your goodbyes and turned to face Eddie who had gotten up and came behind you.

“You still want to go to Steve’s?” He asked, watching your face for signs of pain.

You nodded, “Yeah, can’t let a few bumps and bruises keep us from having a good time.”

Eddie kept watching you for a moment before nodding and helping you out to the van where he held the door open for you.

When you got to Steve’s everyone immediately was concerned to see you with your arm wrapped up and limping up to the group, but it quickly turned into fits of laughter when your arm spasmed and caused you to curse out loud.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone, while the muscle twitches hurt, the knee-jerk reaction was pretty funny.

Eddie made you sit down and brought you your plate and a drink, making sure that you weren’t hurting every time he came by. You watched the group enjoy their night, eating and lighting off fireworks. While you felt sad that you weren’t able to be out there running around with everyone, you knew that Eddie would carry you back if you tried to get up.

Eddie made sure to come and check in on you periodically, and you appreciated him for it, but always encouraged him to go out and enjoy himself.

You watched as Eddie and Dustin lit off some big fireworks as soon as it started getting darker. The two watched it intently as the mortar exploded in the sky, shimmering down towards the earth.

Steve came over and sat next to you as Eddie and Dustin continued to light off fireworks. Offering you another drink which you took, thanking him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He asked, looking over your bandages.

You smiled at Steve, “I’m good, the boys are having a blast, and it’s a beautiful day, what else could I want?”

Steve gave a short laugh, “Well, you could want to not be hurt?”

You laughed, drawing Eddie's attention for a moment, you waved at him and he gave you a small wave back before lighting off another firework, “I could, but why focus on the negative, when we’re having such a good time?”

Steve nodded, “That’s true, are you ready for the grand finale? Dustin and Eddie have been planning this for like a week.”

“I bet it’s going to be amazing!” You said, excited for the big show.

You and Steve sat and chatted for a bit, before he went to light off a few fireworks with Nance and Robin.

You smiled, watching your family enjoying themselves, and putting on a show of sparklers and fireworks for you.

Once the sun was all the way down and everyone had lit off what they wanted to, Dustin and Eddie gathered everyone together and began lighting a row of bigger fireworks before running back to the group, Eddie coming behind your chair and placing his hands on your shoulders. You immediately reached up to lace your fingers together and blew him a kiss.

The sky lit up with noise and colors as each mortar exploded. Your attention moved from the fireworks in the sky to your boyfriend's face, seeing the red of the fireworks reflected on his face.

When the show was over, you let out a yawn and looked at Eddie with tired eyes.

“Do you think we can head home soon?” You asked, holding in another yawn.

Eddie nodded, “Of course, let’s just say bye to everyone, and then I’ll get you home.”

You nodded and managed to get yourself out of the chair and over to where Nancy, Steve, and Robin were talking.

“Hey guys, we’re going to head out, I’m getting pretty tired.” You said as you raised your arms to give Steve a hug. Robin and Nancy said their goodbyes and gave you a hug and you turned to go say goodbye to the others.

As you limped over to the younger group, you saw Eddie and Dustin off to the side whispering. Ignoring the two, you said your goodbyes to everyone else and went over to Eddie, slinging an arm around Dustin.

“I’ll see you later Dustin, don’t forget that we have an awesome session planned for Wednesday! I’m excited to see how you all do!”

Dustin smiled at you, “I’m pretty pumped too, I think Eddie has some pretty exciting surprises planned.”

Eddie elbowed him and smiled at you, “It’s not going to be any more special than normal, Dustin is just being Dustin.”

You let Eddie lead you by the arm to the van and help you into the vehicle. While you were happy to have spent time with everyone, you were more excited to be going home and getting some rest.

On the way home Eddie gently took your hand, trying not to stretch your arm too much so he didn’t hurt you any more than you already were.

Rubbing his thumb over your hand, he gave a gentle squeeze, “So, I was thinking that you could come to our session on Wednesday, I need a helping hand and I think you’d be perfect.”

You gave him a smile, “Babe, you know I don’t know much about D & D, and I’d need your help to create a character. I’m good at helping behind the scenes, but I’m not sure I’d be any help on the front line.”

Eddie took his eyes off the road for a moment, just to look at you, “It’s ok, I was thinking you could just help me out with some background characters, that just means that you can’t help me prep for this session, I need you to be as in the dark as the others this time.”

You thought about it for a minute while Eddie drove you back to the apartment, humming along to one of his tapes, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to join in this once.”

As soon as you agreed, Eddie’s face lit up like you’d just given him the best present ever.

The rest of the weekend passed with Eddie’s head stuck in his session notes while you tried your best to baby your arm and quick kisses between you both. You would try to poke your head over Eddie’s shoulder to see what he was working on, but he was being so much more secretive than usual, closing his notebook quickly any time your head popped up. It got to the point where Eddie would close his notebook and start peppering your face with kisses.

Every time that would happen you would giggle like crazy before grabbing Eddie’s face and kissing him back. You felt bad for distracting him, but you loved the attention.

This time, Eddie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you over onto his lap, “I swear to god, you are going to be the death of me.”

You giggled and kissed him on both cheeks before kissing him on the lips, “What can I say, I’m the best kind of poison.”

You lightly rolled your hips over Eddie’s and he let out a groan, “Yes you are baby girl. The absolute best.”

Eddie held your hips down and brought his hips up to yours, making you let out an airy moan, bringing up your arms to wrap them around Eddie’s neck. Your arm jerked back at the motion and you let out a yelp, tears springing to your eyes. You immediately brought your arm to your chest and cradled it with your other hand.

Eddie’s eyes immediately went wide and he pulled back from you, “Shit, you ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You winced, trying to move your arm, “Yeah, I thought my arm was getting better, but I still can’t move it without pain.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to your forehead, “It’s ok Sweetheart, we might try and get you to the hospital tomorrow, just to be safe.”

You nodded, placing your head on his shoulder, “That’s probably a good idea,” you paused, “I’m sorry for ruining the mood with my stupid hurt elbow.”

Eddie laughed lightly and ran his hand over your hair, “You don’t need to apologize Love, you’ve been in an accident, I don’t want to hurt you more.”

You kissed his shoulder and pulled back to look at him, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Never Babe, we’re perfect for each other.” He said, nuzzling into you.

You rolled your eyes and gently pulled yourself off your boyfriends lap, “You’re such a dork.”

Eddie lightly smacked your ass as you walked back over to your chair and picked up your book, “And you wouldn’t love me any other way.” You shot you a cheesy grin. “I’m gonna get back to planning, is that ok?”

You nodded, “Of course Babe, sorry for distracting you.”

“You can distract me anytime, Love.” Eddie said, shooting you a wink while wagging his eyebrows at you.

That Monday, Eddie drove you to the hospital, and you found out that your elbow had a small fracture and you would have to be in a cast for two weeks.

You took the news the best that you could, immediately feeling like a burden on Eddie, he’d have to help you with everything. You felt terrible having to rely on him.

“Babe, it’s ok, this is what I’m here for, you don’t have to worry about anything.” Eddie told you, holding your face in his hands.

You tried to come to terms with the new arrangement you had gotten yourself into, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness. You liked being able to do things for yourself, and not being able to, made you feel like a burden on everyone that tried to help.

Tuesday you looked over at Eddie while you were eating dinner, “Babe?”

Eddie looked up at you, “Yeah? Is everything ok? Do you need something?”

You shook your head and looked down, nervous, “Would you be upset with me if I asked you to delay me joining your session? I just feel like shit with this cast on and I don’t want my attitude to negatively affect what you had planned.”

“What are you talking about? I would never be upset with you for that. I can talk to the guys tomorrow and see if they’re ok with doing some side stuff until you feel better, it’s no problem.” Eddie moved over to you as he spoke, before kneeling down, holding your hand and kissing your cheek.

Your eyes teared up and you nodded, “Thank you.”

The worst part for you for those two weeks was that you had to rely on Eddie for everything, luckily for you, Eddie took on his new role as caretaker like a champ. Any other time, showering together would have been a lot of fun for you, but it quickly turned into frustration. Eddie did everything to the best of his ability, and you were thankful, you just found yourself getting frustrated at your limited ability to help. He was able to help you shower and managed to keep your arm out of the water.

Thankfully, they guys were perfectly ok with waiting till you were feeling better. Eddie was able to keep them satisfied for the two weeks, allowing them to go on side quests and stockpile goods and money that would be needed for your debut session.

Finally the day came and Eddie drove you to the hospital in order to get your cast off. As soon as you felt the cast release your arm, your other hand came up to scratch the exposed flesh. You let out a moan, “God damn, this feels so good. I’ve been waiting to do this for two weeks.”

Eddie stood by your side, laughing lightly, “Of course, that’s the first thing you wanted to do, I don’t know how many forks I’ve had to wash because you kept trying to shove them in your cast to scratch an itch?”

You laughed along with him until the doctor had you straighten out your arm, “Son of a bitch! Is it supposed to be that sore?”

The doctor gently grabbed your arm and bent it all sorts of ways, trying to assess your mobility. As he was evaluating your arm, the doctor explained how the elbow hates to be immobilized and so the healing process can take a while. He also informed you and Eddie that even though your fracture was healed, you were still healing and that you wouldn’t be able to lift more than a pound for the next month. While that news was disappointing, you were excited to be out of your cast and you kept trying to stretch it out and trying to figure out what your limits were.

The day of the long awaited D&D session finally came and you found yourself getting more excited as the day went on. Eddie had finally given you your character information and you were an Elven Druid, originally from the kingdom of Burquenia, but you had left to find out why some townspeople kept disappearing every month on the new moon. You had left your royal title and your true love, one of the king's guards, behind in order to complete your quest, sacrificing your happiness in order to return your people.

You found yourself seated to the right of Eddie’s throne, a gift from the guys, they managed to sneak it out of the school after Eddie had graduated and now it featured prominently in your living room. You thought it was a bit big for the room, but it added to the ambiance of the place, so you couldn’t be too upset.

The guys were all gathered around the table with you and you smiled at them all, still slightly nervous, but even more excited to be joining them on this adventure.

Eddie clapped his hands together and the room went silent, “Welcome gentlemen, and lady, to tonight’s session. A night full of adventure, mystery, danger, and perchance, a little bit of romance.”

A cheer rang out from everyone around the table as Eddie sat down and put up his DM screens. You had seen Eddie in action before, but always from the sidelines. Seeing him from this point of view was something else entirely.

Eddie seemed to absolutely glow as he led your characters through everything. From Dustin trying to flirt with a merchant to get lower prices on potions, to your character's mysterious introduction. The others seemed to be very interested in your character and agreed to help you with your quest to find out what had been happening to your townspeople.

Your adventure led you and the party to a cave that led down to an old gem mine. As you went further and further into the mine until you had found a wide open room, a crypt, with a circle of tombs in the center.

Dustin's character, Kevan, a human fighter, inspected the walls, informing the group of the scratches that were carved into the stone. As you were about to roll to see if you knew what made those marks, a roar came tore through the crypt and you all found yourselves face to face with a large fanged beast.

You all had to roll initiative and the fight began, Jeff and Gareth were able to land some high damage blows, Mike and Will were able to cast some defensive spells on the group to help boost their hit points, and Dustin managed to hit it for a bit more damage. That wasn’t to say that the beast didn’t also do some damage, Gareth was hit and lost some hit points, but it wasn’t anything Will couldn’t heal. On your final turn, you pulled out the big guns, Inflict Serious Wounds, which took the beast down for the final time.

As soon as the beast was dead, hidden doors opened from around you and all of the townspeople from your kingdom started walking out, thanking you for saving them. The party decides to look around the crypt, to see if there was any loot to be discovered.

“As you search around, you find a pile of bones in the corner, upon further inspection, you see a curved fang stuck in the rib bone.” Eddie said, cocking his head, wondering what you would do next.

“I reach out to grab the tooth as a souvenir.” You say, getting your dice ready to roll.

Eddie tuts at you and smiles again, “Make a constitution saving throw, m’lady.”

You felt your eyes grow wide and you looked around at the others. Dustin gave you a nod and you shook your D20 before letting it bounce across the table.

You held your breath as you waited for the die to settle, and then it felt like you had been punched in the gut. You had rolled a 3, that made your final score a 6 with your modifier.

“Fuck.” You muttered, “That’s a 6.”

Eddie placed a hand on yours, “Sorry princess, that’s not high enough, you grab the tooth and start to feel sleepy, the room starts spinning around you, and you fall to the ground in a deep sleep.”

Gareth asks, “Can I roll to determine what happened?”

Eddie let him roll and Gareth got an 18 with his modifier, “You can tell that she’s been put into a magical deep sleep, but you can’t determine what kind of magic was used.”

The group talked amongst themselves and decided that the best idea would be to take you back to your home where the best healers were located, and so you all started the journey back.

While the group was headed back to the palace, the prisoners followed, making sure that your wagon was surrounded and protected to the best of their ability. There were whispers in the crowd about how the princess had risked it all to save them, how you were the people’s hero.

Eventually your group made it back to the outskirts of your land, and a couple of the villagers decided to take a horse and ride ahead to let the king know that you were back and where you would be.

A couple of minutes later, you had been taken to the healers and there were herbs and sages being burned around you and the healers were about to help you consume a potion that they hoped would wake you up when the king and his guards burst through the door.

“The king falls to his knees beside your prone form and his guards shoo the rest of you out of the room. One of the guards kneels by the king, his eyes glistening, the king rests a hand on his shoulder and gives him a knowing look. “She’ll survive this, won’t she?” The king looks to the knight, before getting up and going outside, leaving the knight by your side.” Eddie narrates, looking toward the others.

“When the king comes outside, he looks to the other knights, telling them to get what information they can out of you. Do you tell them what happened?” Eddie raised his eyebrow at them.

The group all agreed to tell them what they wanted to know, while they had only known your character for a day or so, they all felt strongly attached to you and wanted you to survive.

“While the group is telling the knights what has happened, the other knight that is still in the healer’s room has gotten up from his knees, and is holding your hand.” Eddie reaches out and holds your hand in his before looking at you.

“Zinrie, my love, please hear me. I can’t lose you, not like this, not before our lives have even started. I was hoping that you would come back victorious, and that we could celebrate together. I had it all planned, we would have danced and drank the night away and as the clock struck midnight, I would have dropped to my knee and presented you with this.” Eddie paused and pulled a little box from behind his screen, keeping it closed but placing it in front of you. “I have already spoken to your father and he has given me his blessing, I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Dustin placed a box of tissues by your elbow and Eddie’s character voice dropped off all of a sudden, leaving him talking directly to you as Eddie Munson, “I’ve been thinking about doing this for over a year now, but I wanted to save up to give you something that was as perfect as you are. I love you so much and every day that we’re together has been our own type of adventure, and I can’t wait to have so many more in the future.”

Eddie got out of his throne and dropped to his knee in front of you, grabbing the ring box and opening it for you, “What do you say Sweetheart? Will you marry me?”

You nodded, unable to form a coherent response before blubbering and flinging your arms around his neck and kissing him.

“I need a verbal answer Babe, please say yes.” Eddie said, holding out the ring for you to slip on your finger.

You kissed Eddie one more time, “Of course it’s a yes, it would always be a yes.”

The guys all cheered and congratulated you before Eddie calmed everyone down.

“Calm down, we aren’t done just yet.” Eddie went back into DM mode, “The soldier wipes his eyes and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips while slipping the ring on your finger. As he pulls back, he notices that you have begun to get more color in your cheeks and you slightly open your eyes, coming face to face with your knight.”

“Hey stranger.” You say, looking at Eddie.

“Hello, my love, it’s good to see you awake. Your father is outside.” Eddie replies, still in character.

“As I begin to get up to see my father, I look at where he is holding my left hand and notice the ring.” You explain before addressing your knight, “I don’t remember having this before being knocked out, you seem awfully confident.”

Eddie, as your knight, gave a chuckle, “Can you blame me? Please say yes?”

You looked directly in Eddie’s eyes, “Yes.”

You grabbed some tissues from the box next to you, “I go outside with my knight to see everyone, I hug my father and tell him the good news.”

“Your father is ecstatic and declares that he will be throwing a party for the kingdom to celebrate the villagers return and your engagement. You all can decide if you want to join in on the fun.”

The group agrees immediately and Eddie paints a picture of the party scene, you all dancing and drinking and having an amazing time.

After the group has a chance to roll play some of the night, Eddie interrupts, “The party has been raging for hours at this point and the King stands and raises his hands, gesturing for everyone to quiet down,” Eddie slips into his King voice, “I want to thank you all for joining us this night, not only to celebrate the engagement of my daughter, but to also celebrate the adventurers defeating the beast and returning our townspeople to us! You are welcome in this kingdom at any time, and there will always be a spot for you at our table.”

The group smiles and gives their thanks to the king before Dustin addresses you, “Princess Zinrie, traveling with you has been an awesome adventure, thank you for joining us and my most sincere congratulations on your engagement.”

You smile at him, “Thank you kind sir, I do hope that I can join you again, and you all, of course, are invited to our wedding, if you can make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, m’lady.” Dustin replies, a large goofy smile on his face.

There’s silence for a moment before Eddie stands, “That gentlemen, and lady, is the end of our adventure for tonight, but fear not, we will be here again next Wednesday, and I do believe this is not the last we’ve seen of Princess Zinrie.”

You smiled, “I don’t think it is either, but you’ll have to be able to top this one, and I’m not sure you can.”

Eddie raised his brow, “A challenge I am very eager to take on.”

The group began gathering up their trash and putting your living room back to normal before congratulating you both one more time and heading out the door, Jeff and Gareth giving the younger ones a ride.

As soon as everyone was out the door, you turned on Eddie, “You are a sneaky, sneaky human, you know that?”

Eddie came up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “But it was worth it wasn’t it?”

You looked at your hand and the ring before giving Eddie a kiss, “Very much so. Thank you.”

Eddie laughed, “I should be the one thanking you. I was shaking all night, I was so nervous.”

You laughed with Eddie, “Why on Earth were you nervous, surely you had to know I would say yes.”

Eddie shrugged, “Henderson tried to tell me that too, but you could have changed your mind.”

You shook your head laughing again, “You silly man, I would never say no to that. Especially how you had it all set up. It was perfect.”

You smiled at him before turning your head and yawning. Looking at the clock you noticed that it was getting close to one in the morning. “I’ve got to work in the morning, I didn’t realize how late it was.”

Eddie rubbed your back lightly, “Let’s get you to bed then, you’ve had an exciting day.”

You smiled at him as you both turned to get ready for bed.

It was quiet for a while as you both changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, but suddenly a thought came to your mind and you laughed.

Eddie looked at you confused, “Wha?” he mumbled with his mouth full of toothpaste.

You spit out your toothpaste, still laughing, “Henderson was right.”

Eddie still looked confused as you continued, “On the fourth he said you had some exciting surprises planned for my first session,” You wiggled your fingers at your boyfriend fiancé.

Eddie spit out his toothpaste and laughed, “Shit, he was wasn’t he. We can’t feed his ego like this. It’s not good for him.”

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the lips before heading to your bed and snuggled into the sheets. Eddie followed behind and curled up, looking at you. You reached out with your left hand and held his hand.

“Now I have a ring just like you do!” You said, wiggling your fingers to make a clacking noise with both of your rings.

Eddie laughed and kissed your forehead, “I think your is a bit more pretty than mine are.”

“I don’t know, I like yours. But mine is really pretty, isn’t it?” You laughed lightly.

Eddie nodded and pulled you into his arms, inhaling deeply and kissing the top of your head again, “Beautiful, just like you.”

You yawned again and felt yourself getting pulled into a deep sleep wrapped into your fiancé's arms.

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