#meanwhile my meds were being wasted

[weabooweedwitch]

Most women your age are getting married and starting their families and you've never even had a bf 🤡 it's so over for you better get used to coping with ur crippling loneliness with maladaptive daydreaming, yandere asmr videos, drugs and self-insert fanfic because that's all you'll ever have now. Your youth is gone and you're still fat af even after you lost weight (probably gained it all back by now lmao). You could have made something of urself whem you were 20 by losing weight and going to college but instead you laid around and wasted all of your youth and now it's too late. No man will ever want to deal with your baggage of being poor, old, unwanted, uneducated (lmao how do I have more education than you and I'm 10 years younger? dumbass doesnt even have her GED), cringey age-inappropriate hobbies, mentally ill and not even having the decency to go to therapy and take meds, fat, ugly face, loser and loner with no irl friends, crazy family, looking old for your age, whored yourself out on a sugar daddy website, rotten teeth due to your own laziness, thinning frizzy hair and gross bulky glasses, drug addicted alcoholic who's probably going to be homeless for the majority of her life, mean person attacking minor aged rape victims like jesus christ you're so fucking worthless SO many red flags so much baggage no-one will ever want to deal with that. You don't even know how worthless you are

You know, every time you send me a message like this, I think of the person from your friend group who came forward a while back. You know, the one you don't like to acknowledge tried to apologize on your behalf. Anyways, every time you insult my appearance I just think of what your friend said

So i get it sweetie, youre mad at mommy and daddy and you're lashing out. That's why half the time you're repeating things i previously said back to me and parroting shallow insults with a very small vocabulary. The second i call you fatherless, you call me fatherless. I use thw word maladaptive and, suddenly you know that word too and juat HAVE to use it as well. I get it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

You're honestly just making yourself look so pitiable. You realize you've already painted yourself as such a dumb jackass that every single time you do this I basically just laugh and ignore you, and then people who know me and are friends or WANT TO be friends with me see how you treat me publicly and they all say "yeah wow who's this absolutely demonic little cunt acting like this without any reason". Like. What is the end goal here. Making yourself look as petty and stupid as possible. Meanwhile, what did someone else in your friend group say? The ones you lied to? Including Callie, the actual victim whose trauma you're basically trying to appropriate for yourself

Anyways yeah I just wanted to like show you the actual screenshots of the conversation I had with your friend back in June, which also to everyone else, yeah June, that's when she lied to her own friends and said she would stop doing this. She lied to her friends because all of them told her this was making them massively uncomfortable, so now she's. Being an internet troll in secret behind their backs 😂 they were going to tattle on you to your mom so you lied so they wouldn't check tumblr anymore because you're such a weird angry little freak that this has become a hobby for you

I'm sad? I'M sad? I don't even know your fucking name meanwhile you've scrolled through all of my blogs repeatedly for months cataloging details about me for the sheer purpose of trying to poorly insult me.

Like genuinely 90% of the reason I'm answering this is to basically wave a flag saying "hey everyone if you've ever seen or received weird asks of photoshopped porn of me or pictures of my actual family taken from their facebooks or saw the transphobic racist fake dating profile she made with one of my selfies or you ever received a bitch lasagna or Zalgo text, it was this cringey little lolcow right here"

But I also wanted to show you screenshot proof that you make your own friends super uncomfortable and that they started talking about your personal business to defend me over you. So. Yeah I guess that stings huh?

[brandwhorestarscream]

I suppose it makes since in the Hindsight AU that Orion would stay Orion. Megatron was a big affect on him. He would probably stay within the Archives without inspiration to act maybe never suspect he had leadership potential.

Meanwhile my heart broke a little for the parents. They all lost their babies.

Any ideas what happened to our other favorites? Is Arcee gonna accidentally involve one of the new cons in her search to make things right with the promise their child would live? Does Galavatron have a Cyclonus? Would Ratchet have joined with the Autobots or are they called something different here?

Like do we have any unexpected additions who sided elsewhere with the murder of children being the driving force along with corruption and Optimus's charisma not being a factor?

I have so many questions. I love alternative timelines.

Ok, SO! Orion's story veers off very, very differently from canon. It kinda draws from the 'feral Orion' ideas that circulated in the fandom awhile back. Because the war started so much earlier, Alpha Trion didn't find Orion until much, much later. He mever made it to being an Archivist. Orion grew up alone in the wilds of Cybertron, and was well into his youngling phase before he was discovered

Alpha Trion was one of the only council members that the Destructicons spared. Mostly because Senator Electroshock was still made to come into work on the morning of the Altihex bombing crisis. She had just been promised bereavement leave to support her wife and grieve the death of her son, but then the new emergency overrode that and she had to report for work. Alpha Trion basically went to her and said, 'Go home, I'll cover for you, it's completely fucked that they made you come in, we can handle this, just go rest'. He even said he's attend the memorial, if she'd have him. His compassion in that moment made her spare him later.

Alpha Trion isn't exactly a Destructicon, but he works with one of their branches. Due to the overwhelming grief of losing his son, sparkling and youngling protection is something Galvatron takes very, very seriously. There are a number of sparkling sanctuaries scattered across Cybertron, and offworld once the exodus finally occurs. Alpha Trion stays at one of the sanctuaries hidden under the surface of the planet, outside of the Iacon, helping protect the sparklings. On one of his expeditions into the wastes for energon or building materials or smthn, he stumbles upon feral Orion who is very, very much not into the idea of going back with this stranger.

Orion gives him hell for the next several momths or even years; taming him is hell. But, well, AT has been dealing with a gaggle of toddlers at the sanctuary for awhile now. Oh, he's biting me? He won't sit in a chair to refuel? He's trying to climb the walls and escape?? Yeah I bet he is, this isn't new behavior.

Even after Orion settles down (learns to talk, stops biting people, etc) he's still kinda wild and independent. He spent a significantly longer time alone this time around, with no interaction, no contact with society. He eats raw energon crystals and will fight even the largest meanest mechanimals with his bare hands. He kinda becomes the cool older brother at the sanctuary; all of the sparklings look up to him, and even after Cybertron goes dark, he remains there with his gaggle of like 20 kiddos and a couple caretakers, scavenging the wastes so he can take care of them.

Ok, next! Time tobanswer those other questions

Yes, Galvatron does have a Cyclonus, he serves as a high ranking officer and is head of aerial security under the Winglord. In the first draft he and Galvatron were actually mates, but I think Terminus fits the role of Megatron's sire much better.

Ratchet still became an autobot, though his choice was kinda made for him. He was already living in Iacon at the time, still a med school student when Altihex was bombed and the war technically started. He wouldn't see combat for quite awhile, but as things progressed and the Destructicon movement spread, the government began 'incentivizing' people to help. Aka they paid off all of Ratchet's student debt in exchange for him serving, and being young and scared and stupid, he agreed. Now he's an autobot less because his spark's behind the cause, more because there's safety in numbers and he wants to make sure First Aid is well fed and protected.

As for surprise faces, yes! A lot of loyalties have changed. Praxians ane Vosians are distant relatives, and regard one another kind of like cousins. The two cities had a treaty, and a symbiotic relationship: Vos's Rainmakers brought Praxus the acid rains that let their crystals grow (one of their kost important exports) and in return, Praxus supplied the flyers with energon. When the news of Vos' tragedy reached them, rhe Praxians were firmly on their side. As a result, Praxus stands until very near the end of the war, and the vast majority of their people ended up siding with the Destructicons. That means Prowl is on their side, and his ice-cold tactical skills are a great asset to them.

Another is Bumblebee! He was orphaned by the war and raised in a destructicon sanctuary. There are whole swaths of cons dedicated to child protection; their primary objective is to shield them from war and keep them safe and happy. A lot of the kids that grew up in those places became soldiers upon reaching adulthood, because the Cons are all they know. Their family, surrogate parents, of course they wanna fight for them. Bee is on earth, and is in fact the first person Arcee encounters upon returning to the present

#feel free to ask more questions tbh I have sooo many thoughts #also! if you have any ideas or thoughts or anything like that i want to hear them #hindsight au

[vavialdavi]

I just wanna talk about how blind I was about my lesbianism. My comphet pals, my shot to you!

1- I used to read a lot NaLu fanfics when I was 14-15 on Wattpad (don't blame me, I was bored and delulu (I still am)).

There were always those being-in-love things description, especially butterflies and I was staring at my screen thinking "wow that's bullshit, I don't feel any of this about my crush." Of course when I first got a conscious crush on a girl, it turns out any of this was bullshit- these butterflies, man-

2- Basically, no one ever explain med to me what romantically loving smb means. So younger me, who had been told multiple by guys how ugly she was, thought thinking often about some mid boy who didn't treat them like crap was love (lmao)

3- I used to pick crushes during elementary school. "Oh, he's pretty, that means I now love him", "Now I'm gonna love him!"

4- I was exagerrating my fictional male """crushes"""(I thought they were cool) because I apparently was hyped enough

5- I thought I couldn't blush about love- For context, I'd almost never turned red outside of when I was lacking air and I'm somehow black (in my one of those light-skin carribean that are in fact mixed with everyone on that earth but mostly africans) since blk ppl don't blush that has my head messed-up.

But in junior year, my friend was making fun of me about the girl I was smitten with and she yelled "OMG you're blusing!". Here was the moment I realized my cheeks had this ability...

6- I didn't get why ppl (men-lover girls) would get crazy over yaoi/bl but def got it about yuri/gl (bfr)

7- At 13, I once asked myself how can gay men not being attracted to women... but never have I ever reversed that question for lesbians

8- I stared at lingeries ads/posters but rolled my eyes and feel sick at any image of man's 6 packs

9- I liked the idea of having boyfriend (I mean by that havung smb in love with) but whenever I tried to picture life together that would stress me out and gimme distgust

10- I never felt anything when I kissed my ex-boyfriend I was apparently in love with but after all this time I still remember the sensations after the first two girls I kissed. I even spent hours with a butterfly in my stomach about one of them even though all my feelings for her were entirely platonic!

11- I first rejected my ex-boyfriend but two days later I had made-up feelings in my head bc as middle-ugly person I was so flattered smb was finally interested in me and didn't to waste my only chance to be in relationship.

Turns out I was into his girl bsf the whole time

12- I prefer the guy pov in romance stories bc it was "mOrE iNtErEsTiNg AnD iT hAs SmTh MoRe"

13- When I tried to write romance I always made the guy fall first but I had to drop them bc I couldn't get the girl to love him back, I didn't know how to- (help)

I now am completed multi sapphic fanfics writer

14- I was unable to explain why I like this or that guy outside of "he is nice and pretty" (which weren't even true) Meanwhile, I easily wrote those +400 words long poetic text about that girl who friendzoned me and that love inspires to write a 120k words romance novel

15- I kinda like fanservice for the boobas

Btw, I'm asexual so even more confusion lol

#comphet #lesbian #wlw post #nmlnm #sapphic writing #story time #ace lesbian #lgbtq community #fairy tail nalu #fanfic authors #coming out

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: I know I haven’t been very active lately, but until my next fic, have this :).

Therapy

Pairing: Ethan Winters x F!Reader.

Warnings: smut, blow job, cheating, masturbation.

Ethan was laying in the psychiatrist’s office on the same couch he has been sitting for the past few months. The last years on his life were hell. He didn’t get out in one piece after the Duvley incident, both physically and mentally. The constant moving, the military training, it was all too much for him to handle. His life took an upside down turn. Too add more to his suffering, his relationship with Mia became more and more distant. He constantly had a feeling that she was hiding something for him, but she won’t open up about it, facing a rough rejection whenever he tried to open the subject. Certain thoughts pushed him to seek help.

The psychiatrist finally showed up, pulling him out of his small meditation, and greeted him with her cheerful demeanor. A wide, bright, smile that captured his attention from the first session. Her kindness didn’t come unnoticed by the attention starved man. Session after session, he moved his attention to other parts of her body. He took an interest in her hands. Delicate fingers wrapped in rings, alongside with colorful manicure, He couldn’t remember when Mia was this feminine.

Despite his efforts, he finally let his gaze to fall on “forbidden” parts, specifically her cleavage. He would blush like a schoolgirl whenever his eyes would meet her perky breasts that were sticking out her blouse.

Maybe it was in his head, but after some time it followed the shy touches that invaded more and more his persona space. Ethan was pretty sure he didn’t need therapy, since the discussions broke the barrier of professionalism long ago, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to know if there were subtle hints, or just his imagination.

Ethan would go home then and continue his life. He would talk normally to Mia, eat, read, and do whatever he had scheduled, then take a shower and go to bed. The only thing that is different usually happens before closed door, behind the curtains of the shower. Hot steam and the sound of running water hides the moans of Ethan as he runs his calloused hand over his erect shaft, picturing his psychiatrist in action. His mind replace his own hand with the delicate touch of his doctor, her fingers going up and down squeezing every inch of his length. In that fog he tries to picture her in front of him, the water dripping slowly between her breasts, down her belly button, everywhere where he dreams to touch. He supports himself with one hand and the other increases the speed, his fantasies washing away as he release the tension.

It’s not like he was very sexually active before, so Mia didn’t notice the lack of attention from him. The meds she was taking didn’t make Mia more talkative. Ethan had to face the truth, his wife died in Louisiana. He would cast away these thoughts, and began to think of his doctor as a way to cope. Mia didn’t even care when he would jack off next to her some nights.

Since the therapy started to do more harm than good lately, he decided it was time for a break. Doctor y/n made her entrance as usual, with a confident posture, wide, bright smile, and her floral perfume that invaded the room. Ethan relaxed, as usual, every part of his soul just craving the sweet, sweet touch of his doctor one last time before he would call off their meetings.

“What’s wrong Ethan?” She noticed something was wearing him.

“It’s...Mia.” The doctor sat next to him, and slowly progressed closer and closer, making sure not to alert him.

“What happened, did you two fight again?” He didn’t noticed how close she was to him now, touching his leg with hers, feeling the warmth of her body.

He didn’t know what to say. Ethan knew he was lying, but it was too hard to break up with someone who he didn’t even date.

“Look at me.” She moved two delicate fingers to cup his chin so she can pull his face closer to her. It was in that moment he realized how closer they were, and he instantly panicked pulling away immediately.

“This, this is wrong.”

“Why is that?” She said as she was descending down on her knees, spreading his legs to make some space for her body.

With a shocked expression he watched as the woman who was now between his legs begged with her eyes for his consent. He allowed her to unzip him and unbuckle his belt, releasing his half erect shaft already, holding it in her hand. Ethan nodded.

“Chris told me to take care of you.” She moved her head forward, not breaking eyes contact, and took his wet tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the man’s precum, and slowly she made her way down his length. His cock was getting harder in her mouth, exciting her more. Ethan was in the point he wasn’t able to form words anymore, and was struggling to hold his moans with on hand. The sight of his psychiatrist between his legs was something he never dreamed of happened in reality.

The doctor stopped her actions and slapped Ethan’s hand away from his mouth.

“I want to hear you sweetie. There is no one left except the two of us. Why do you think I placed out meetings so late.”

She went back at worshiping his cock, and Ethan was slowly building confidence. He suppressed his moans, being stuck in his throat, but the doctor had her ways. She decided to go a little harsh on him, so she suddenly took all his length in her mouth. When the tip hit the back of her throat, Ethan finally released the moans that the doctor was so desperate to hear.

She rested one hand on his lower abdomen, playing with his happy trail, while the other was worshiping his balls. A mix of saliva and cum started to drip down his shaft as she moved her mouth up and down,making it easier to play with his cock. Her hand cupped, squeezed and toyed with his balls while his cock was coating her throat with its salty leakage. Feeling his member throb, she pulled out, with saliva dripping down her chin.

“How bad do you want to cum, Mister Winters.” She said while her wide tongue was making its way to the tip. Silence.

“Our session ended long ago. I can let you leave and go back to your wife.” Another lick. Beads of precum appear as she moved her tongue to lick underneath the tip, not too fast, but enough to stimulate him.

“I-I want you...” It’s all he could said with his shaky voice.

She went to the couch and kneeled on the place next to him, while lifting her skirt to expose her cunt covered in black thongs and a pair of fragile pantyhose.

“Please Ethan...” She could’ve taken the lead, but she wanted to see if he had any dominant side.

He didn’t know what to do. It was the first time after a long period that a woman showed this much interest in him. Unsure, he pressed his thumbs over the wet spot, rubbed, but he wasn’t consistent with his movements.

“Just ripe them off already.” And she pushed backwards her hips a little to give the man some courage. Ethan tore the thin fabric with his fingers, then pulled her panties aside to see her core. It was perfect, dripping wet, swollen, all ready for him. His fingers got in with ease, and finally all her “come on Ethan” whispers stopped and were replaced with shy moans.

“Who’s shy now? C’mon, let me hear you.” He pressed his big thumb over her puffy clit and rubbed in circular motions, which made her very vocal. Meanwhile, knuckle deep inside, his fingers were making scissor like motions.

Ethan’s confidence increased with every moan. When she felt her walls contracting around his fingers, he pulled out and placed his cock at her entrance, which slipped in with ease. With a quick thrust he filled her up and began to pump in her without wasting a second. Wet sounds and claps filled the room whenever his ballsack would hit her cunt. She dig her nails into the couch as he was thrusting with his full length. Feeling her around him made Ethan realize how much he missed it. He was ecstatic, he allowed the pleasure to flow through his body. He tried his best to make it last longer, but his balls kept tightening, the pressure on his abdomen became unbearable, and with a moan he released his load deep inside her.

“I’m-“

“It’s alright Ethan.” The doctor raised to face Ethan, feeling his fresh, hot cum dripping down her thighs. He took his arms and placed them around her waist. After, she put her head on his shoulder, letting all her weight in his embrace. “Hold me like that.”

Ethan was dazed. He knew he had to go home, but he allowed himself to stay in that position a few more minutes.

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#resident evil #resident evil village #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #smut #fic #masterlist 2

[zackcrazyvalentine]

I saw your request open. I dunno how to do these things but here I go. My request is a headcannon of mammon dealing with mc who has hay-fever. So like mammon doesn't understand and thinks mc is upset with him or something( cos you get them teary eyes) something cute and fluffy with comfort?

Hey, hey~! Sorry requests are taking a little longer to fulfill, but here’s yours!

Hay fever sounds like a pain to deal with xc

Take good care, all of you who suffer allergies!

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😈💛 Mammon 💰💸

Since the Devildom is so different to the human world, maybe they pushed aside the thought of their hay fever (or they play forgot because same, it just happens, and you remember once it comes back)

The alarm rings once their nose gets itchy, throat a bit scratchy as if it weren’t properly hydrated, and eyes get a little watery from time to time

“Say, Satan, do Devildom flowers and plants have a season where the majority bloom? Do they- Do they release pollen?”

“Ah, yes, they do. It’s around this time of year where most of the bushes and trees you see planted around RAD and streets begin their blooming. Is there a particular reason why you ask?”

“Uhm… well, you see…”

After the well-read demon knows, he pesters Lucifer to either let him go up to the human world to buy the necessary medicine or have the prideful demon go up himself

But due to his overbusy schedule, Lucifer pushed back the errand a handful of times

Few days go by and the symptoms worsen. They decide to stay as much as they can in their room and reduce their time outside as much they can to prevent further exposure…. and prevent a certain whit haired demon from seeing them in their state

So far, only 2/7 demons know of their predicament

Perhaps Satan takes the task to inform some of the others, or maybe he leaves them with the mystery (latter being most probable)

Meanwhile, Mammon feels conflicted, and a little sad

[Name] used to be by his side the whole time! They shared nightclub and casino adventures together! They got in trouble together! They went shopping together! They were birds of a feather!

Now, though? They’re running away from him after sharing the quickest looks

“Are their eyes red? They’re sniffling, with glossy eyes…” A sudden pang on his chest, “Ah… Did I hurt ‘em without realizing it?”

He’s scratching his head, thinking REAL hard where he screwed up. Nothing comes to mind

Last week, both of them were all smiles and laughter, casual hand holding and occasional cuddle sessions… What happened? What went wrong?

The 2nd eldest goes around pestering his brothers, in order of who he saw interacting with [Name] as of recent

It took all his energy to make Lucifer actively listen to him

“Yo, Luci! Am serious!! There must be something wrong with [Name]! Please please, listen this once!”

Something in Mammon’s tone alerted the red eyed demon. “Why such anguish? Speak, waste no time.”

“Ya see, they were all fine and cuddly with me last week, but-but now..! Haven’t ya noticed how they just… keep to their room all the time?! They barely come out! And i-it seems like they cry lotsa times through the day!”

“Cry?” Lucifer was mildly shocked by the word.

“Yah! Their eyes are red and teary, sniffles come from ‘em constantly and they’re always holdin’ napkins to their nose!” Concern furrowed the tan demon’s brows. “What coulda happened?”

That’s when Lucifer sighs in irritation at himself while rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It’s their hay fever… I forgot to get the medicines to help them through it…” He then tasks Mammon to go buy the supplies ASAP, no fooling around

Couple hours later, as they’re sneezing up a storm in their room, a knock calls for their attention

“P-Please don’t bother today! I’m not feeling so g-” Sneeze, “good…”

“Yo, it’s the Great Mammon! Better open up now before I kick down the door!”

A chortle bubbled up their throat, making them cough a little afterwards due to the itch there. “Sure thing~... but seriously, Mammon, please leave… I feel miserable”

Their lock clicking open startled them. Sure enough the Avatar of Greed was there

He let himself in and placed the small bag in their lap. “Lucifer told me… Sheesh, can’t believe he was this forgetful! Even after having Satan bother him a whole day to get this for ya he still forgot.”

Eye drops, antihistamine, a nasal spray… all with the correct active ingredients to treat the symptoms

Blue-yellow eyes softened once he saw their face brighten at the contents of the bag. “And some [fav. snack]! Aww, thank you lots, Mammon! You’re THE greatest one of all~!”

“Tell me next time, ‘kay? There I was thinkin’ you were upset at me and were cryin’ all day due to us being apart.”

A teasing smirk crossed their lips, “Were you worried~?”

Blushing, he admitted, “Y-Yes! And very m-much so!” He ‘tch’d and looked away from the embarrassment, “You’re a nice human to be ‘round, ya know? I missed spending time together…”

Instructing him to take off the jacket to lessen some of his pollen count, they proceeded to take their medicine and lay in bed with the demon to cuddle ❤️

From then on, they became more open to notify Mammon about any of their ailments or bad moods

Rest assured, he’s a sweetheart and becomes so gentle around them to help any way he can

Snacks? He’ll fight Beel for them. Medicines? He gladly goes up to buy those (just give him a detailed list of what he’s looking for, list the active ingredients) Alone time? The most he can do is wait outside their door, sorry lol  A shoulder to cry on bc they feel so miserable, someone to squeeze as much as they need until they feel better? He’s more than signed up!

Once Mammon has warmed up to them, he will do all he can to make them feel better

May not be the best nurse, but his lungs and throat are potent enough to holler someone over to check you and help with those matters

He’s prone to panic when symptoms begin, but a quick reassurance can calm him significantly

Overall, someone nice to be taking care of you. Definitely brings more moral and emotional support than acting as a nurse or reminder of taking meds, but still much better than other people out there

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Thank you for your request~!

Please do take lots of care, even more so now, to know if your symptoms are those of an allergy or another illness!

Hope you enjoyed~ ヾ(๑╹ヮ╹๑)ﾉ”

#March 2021 special #request pavillion #obey me #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #om mammon #mammon obey me #mammon #swd #obey me! #obey me shall we date #zack writes #soul cuddle

[shhhlikeme]

Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Birthday Event Req By @juminly :

So I was trying to request the following >.<: a NSFW Ushi drabble with f!reader. Ushi being triggered by jealousy or something that happened between f!reader and someone else? I initially wrote a few kinks and you could go ahead with whatever inspires you! [cockwarming, face-sitting, blowjob, mirror sex, bondage, dirty talk or anything else tbh... and soft!dom!ushi]

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A/N: I’m glad we overcame the technical difficulties for you to eventually send this req. hope you like it babes. I still have 2 more reqs from the event that shouldn’t take too long, thanks for being patient!

(NSFW 18+)

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Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Sooooooooo

It’s canon that Ushi is a very calm and collected bf

Your friends love him 💕

Your pet loved him 💕

And your family loves him

Or that’s what Ushi always thought...... until tonight.

You and Toshi went to your parents house for an elegant middle aged people dinner party they were throwing with all their friends from the neighborhood

Ushijima wore a suit and everything 💜💜💜 you wore in a beautiful green dress and small heels to match him

CUTIES

The dinner party was great: 🎶 classy , bougie, ratchet extremely classy haha 💎

Until.......

your parent’s best friends’ son—Jeremy—happened to be home too.

Actually , he surprised everyone, crashing the party unexpectedly

And he brought gifts🤨.

Making a huge entrance that had everyone screaming in delight and hugging him, Ushijima couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the way your family fawned over your childhood friend

Your parents can’t help but gush over Jeremy, because they’ve always wanted you to marry him and move with him to America to study cosmetic surgery

In high school you two dated a little, but then you realized it was all for the benefit of your parents and you agreed to break up but remained distant friends

You were good with that , as you thought it was a mutual decision

But it wasn’t. Jeremy truly had feelings for you and they hadn’t stopped just because he moved away and finished med school

“These are for you, Y/N.” Jeremy smoothly handed you a bouquet of your favourite type of flowers

You hadn’t the heart to tell him your favourite type had changed since high school :S

“And Wakatoshi-san, I didn’t know you would be here. Apologies.” He shook his hand.

Ushijima’s face was hard. “I don’t know why I would not be.....?” He answered with a slight eyebrow raise, squeezing Jeremy’s hand right back.

Hose down that fire Y/N

Anyway, even though your parents like Ushi a lot, it was pretty obvious to you AND your boyfriend that both them + Jeremy’s parents never gave up hope that you two would one day get back together

Not to mention They were as subtle as elephants in a library

They got the fucking photo album, showing everyone including Ushijima pictures of you and Jeremy bathing together as babies and kissing before prom

SMFH!

“Oh, you live in Beverly Hills, now?” Your mom’s eyes sparkled at Jeremy as he showed her pictures of his mansion on his phone. “Y/N looooves that part of Los Angeles, don’t you, honey?”

You noticed Ushijima stiffen. He was thinking about the love of his life, you, living in LA in Jeremy’s ugly mansion and it pissed this Ace off.

You nodded slowly, giving your mom a warning glance. “Sure, when I was 15.”

“Hey Jeremy, your father told me last weekend that you know of bunch of players on the LA Rams?”

Jeremy nodded proudly. “Yes sir. A lot of their wives and mothers are patients of mine, so the starting line up usually sends me Christmas cards with season passes and signed memorabilia so that I up their women on the waiting lists. Whenever you’re in America and you’d like to go see a game, just let me know.”

You rolled your eyes at how loud your father exclaimed in joy. “I keep telling you to call me YF/N!” He clapped. “And that’s a real sport right there. Football, Baseball, Soccer. Everything else is a joke to real men.” Your father finished.

“DAD!” You chastised, stomping your foot under the table.

“What—?”

You glowered are him. “In case you FORGOT.....Ushijima happens to be a professional volleyball player.”

Your dad had clearly forgotten, trying to blubber out an apology. Ushijima interrupted him, putting a hand on yours to settle his furious girlfriend.

“That’s quite alright, sir. I took no offence to it.” Ushi was used to other men not recognizing volleyball as a manly sport—he is very confident so that didn’t bother him. Rather, what stung was the fact that your father had never asked Toshi to call him by his first name before, and you two had been dating for three years.

To your dismay, Yours and Jeremys parents continued to say annoying shit like that all night

Jeremy loved it 🙄

You hated it, and defended your man at any chance you got

Ushijima stayed silent through it all, trying to calm you down actually.

Like I said he’s confident and not easily shaken

He only had had enough when the conversation changed to Jeremy’s explanation of liking his life and his career but it all never seeming good enough because of “the one that got away” and how “she seems happy in a relationship now” but “he would do anything to get her back”

Meanwhile he’s sneaking heartfelt glances at you 🤬🤬🤬🤢

Your mother and father were doting, looking at you and eachother as if to say “come onnnnn Y/N give him another chance”

Ushijima picked up on it all.

At one point during Jeremy’s explanation of ‘the one that got away’ you stuck your finger down your throat to make a gagging noise childishly

YOUR PARENTS WERE NOT HAPPY LMAO

anyway, at the end of the night you said bye to everyone..... and Jeremy asked to speak to you in private on the empty porch

Ushijima watched with a locked jaw by the car, leaning on it so he could stare openly

He was justly heated as he watched the conversation (but couldn’t hear anything) happening on the porch at night

He witnessed Jeremy write down what had to be his number and hold it in front of you for you to take

You hesitated, not sure if you should take it just to avoid causing more waves with both parents or to stomp on his foot

Luckily you didn’t need to do either because Ushijima had silently stormed over in a millisecond, whisking the paper from Jeremy’s hand, staring at his number written on the paper before crumbling it and throwing it over his shoulder.

“She doesn’t need it. Goodnight, Jeremy.”

Ushi grabbed your hand and walked you to the car angry af, you had to jog in your heels to keep up with him

This man was maaad and silent the whole way home, thinking about how everyone seems to be so sure that your ex could have given you a better life

He still held your hand the entire drive though, so clearly he wasn’t mad at you ❤️

He hated that everyone liked this Jeremy better all because he went down the conventional path to success:

Hadn’t Toshi paid for everything? Hadn’t Toshi massaged your feet? Hadn’t Toshi made you extremely happy? Hadn’t they seen how you were treated? Did you believe someone could do better?

Nonsense.

Toshi knew that he was the BEST boy and that no one could dare love you more or treat you better....... and you tended to agree

But Toshi needed to hear you say it.

He needed to feel it, too.

Upon arriving at yours & Toshi’s gorgeous modern home:

Toshi hurriedly closed the door

you hadn’t even fully taken off your heels yet when you felt your boyfriend pressed himself against you from behind, lifting your dress up and rubbing his long hard cock print on your pantied pussy lips as you bent over

You moaned and started to get wet immediately

“Take off the panties.” He ordered.

you did obviously 😭 almost tripped with how fast you did it

Horny bish lol

Your boyfriend then picked you up in his strong arms and walked a few steps into the foyer, placing you so your ass was sitting on the 7th marble stair. He knelt down in between your legs and spread them while you sat on the staircase

He squeezed your ass in his large hands and dove into your pussy with his lips then tongue, immediately skipping the gentle licks... and tongue fucking your entrance into oblivion

His tongue was wet, strong and needy and fuck you choked on your own cries

You threw your head back, already screaming Ushi’s name

“Mmm scream my name just like that. Let everyone hear who you belong to.” He paused tongue fucking you to order.

you shuddered as you felt his warm breath on your clit and Ushi expertly enclosed his mouth around your sopping cunt, French kissing your clit into his mouth and sucking on it like a tiny lollipop

You tugged on his hair and screamed his name louder, feeling your interior walls clench

Once your legs started shaking because you were about to fall over the edge, Ushi picked you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist

Toshi bent down quickly to empty his pockets which consisted of his keys, wallet, and his phone, placing it where you were just sitting when he was eating you out

Ushiwaka pressed your back against the wall beside the staircase.....

He held your entire body weight with one arm as he leaned in to kiss your neck, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and kick his pants off

When he was freed & nude, he asked you kindly if you were ready and once you nodded he put one of his feet on the sixth stair, the other on the fifth, then thrusted deep into your soaking heat

He wasted no time in pounding you into the wall, the slight pain of the hard wall and your boyfriend’s hard dick somehow heightening the pleasure factor

Ushijima took both of your wrists in his gigantic hand and locked them above your head as he gave you nice and deep thrusts the way you both like it

“So fucking wet. All because of me, correct? I’m the only one who makes your pussy drip like this.”

Your pussy answered:💧 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

Your vaginal walls squeezed around his dick and you bit his shoulder because the pleasure disallowed you to speak and Ushi groaned out

“Say. This. Tight. Pussy. Is. Mine.” He grunted as he circled his hips a bit while pounding, his voice grave.

Toshi picked up the pace as your soaking wet walls clenched around him even more from his dirty talk.

“Say. Who. This. Pussy. Belongs. To. Beautiful.”

You were being fucked too well, you couldn’t speak, you could only moan ... like usual

But your boyfriend wasn’t having any of that tonight.

He let go of your captive wrists and held you with both hands again, stepping downstairs and stopping in front of the large mirror in your foyer, turning so that only you could see yourself poking over his large shoulder, along with your boyfriend’s fine juicy ass and back calf muscles 🤤

Ushi grabbed the back of your neck (not enough to hurt) but just enough so that your head was up and you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He began to fuck you again, getting nice and deep in your pussy as he made you bounce on his dick in his arms

“Are you seeing yourself?” He laughed sexily. “Getting dumb-fucked, Princess? Whose dick are you taking, Y/N?” Wakatoshi groaned as your pussy clenched around him even more. He could tell you were about to cum and that he wouldn’t be long after. But he needed to hear you say something first.

“Who is your first choice, Y/N? Who fucks you like this every night? Who’s dick can you never get enough of? Me? Or Him?”

In your stupor, you watched yourself in the mirror: Toshi’s delectable ass flexing as he pushed in and out of you, feeling his strong hand gripping your neck. You weren’t a big talker during sex and bae knew that, but the amazing feeling of this angry jealous sex was too much, his big dick felt too fucking good..... and one particularly hard thrust from him that grazed your g-spot in the besssst way gave you the energy to cry out;

“YOU, TOSH. FUCK THAT JEREMY, HE COULD NEVER FUCK ME LIKE YOU DO. OR TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU DO. I DON’T WANT OR NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU. YOU’RE THE BEST BOY WITH THE BEST DICK. NO ONE CAN EVEN C-COME CLOSE TO YOU. YOU —OH, OH, OH MY GOD, I’M GONNA—“

Wakatoshi let go of your neck, landing soft kisses on your neck while he returned to gripping your ass with both hands now, sliding you up and down his long, hard, soaking wet dick from your juices.

It felt so fucking good 😩

“That’s right princess. I’ve heard enough, baby. I knew it: I just needed to hear you say it. Now cum for me.”

when you did, you made sure to scream out all the praises you always told toshi when you weren’t getting fucked, making him feel like a King, reassuring him that your mind, body, and soul belonged to him and NO ONE else.

Wakatoshi found his release soon after from your pussy but also from your words, shooting his thick cum up inside you for you to take as he caressed your back and whispered how much he loved you in your ear.

Then, as you laid limp in his arms, he left his cock to stay warm inside you and went back to the stairs, fully prepared to go head up and bathe you, then put you to bed.

But as he passed the sixth step, though, Toshi bent down to pick up his keys, wallet and phone that he’d set there.

As you fell asleep on his shoulder, Ushi grinned at his phone screen, pressing send to the voicemail message he’d just recorded.

Whoops 😏 must have accidentally butt-dialed someone before fucking you and left a long message by accident

😕ohno😕

With a photographic memory, it wasn’t difficult for the Ace to remember such a plastic surgeon’s phone number when Ushi saw it on the note.....

And Toshi could explain to you how sorry he was that he’d accidentally dialed it before railing you to sleep on the stairs and in the foyer

But truth be told, your boyfriend’s only real regret would be not being able to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he listened to it on his flight back home.

Bday Event Masterlist

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Your Reiner + The Kids content keeps popping up on my page and I just think it's so cute! Could you write a little something for a sick day with the kids? Whether it be you being sick and Reiner and the Kids taking care of you, or the kids get sick at school and you and Reiner take care of them? 🙏

Of course! I'd love to, especially since you asked so nicely💛 The two scenarios you mentioned seemed really fun so I decide to do them both.

You're sick and Reiner takes care of you but his cousins get sick too.

{ Reiner x reader | tw:vomiting, tw: sickness | fluff, comfort | modern }

{ "The Quiet Hour" 1913 by Albert Chevallier Tayler 1862-1925 }

When the kiddos get sick

It was around noon when Reiner got a call from his cousins' school mentioning Gabi. Having listed himself as her emergency number, Reiner wasted no time in leaving work to go pick her up.

She was waiting at the nurse's office when he arrived, face looking paler than usual and lacking her usual energy, she seemed tired and looked like she just ran a marathon. Reiner felt his heart drop.

To her side, was Falco looking just as worried while attempting to comfort her but not knowing how. When he sees Reiner, he looks at him in desperation as a plea to help.

And that's the story Reiner told you when you came back home that day to him making chicken soup. Gabi on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and a box of tissue to her left.

To her right, Falco was coaxing her into finishing the glass of juice that Reiner made, saying how important fluids are.

You took her temperature, thankfully it wasn't so high. Before going out to the pharmacy to get some medication, you could see how hard she's trying to push through the sickness and act like it's not there.

Moving Gabi to the bed instead was easier than usual, she still attempted to fight Reiner, insisting she's fine but soon enough ran out of energy.

You and Falco stayed by her side and spoon fed her some chicken soup and other healthy stuff, convincing her eat the vegetables was the hardest. Meanwhile Reiner went to her house to pick up some stuff, she'd be staying with you since her parents were away for the week and he had a spare key.

After school hours, it was only Zofia who showed up with Zeke and Pieck. Apparently Udo's mom caught wind of Gabi's sickness and didn't allow him to go.

Pieck brought enough stuff to distract Gabi and spoil her with snacks, while Zeke took her temperature and symptoms again. Having some experience in the medical field himself, everyone calmed down when he reassured them it's just a fever.

The rest of the day flew by with you all surrounding Gabi, taking her mind off of the sickness and just generally being there for her and showing her how cared about she is.

Around night-time, after Zeke and Pieck took advantage of Reiner's willingness to cook. They decided to head back, taking Zofia with them to drop her off after she promised to bring all missing assignments to Gabi, you don't know if it was a promise or a threat judging by Gabi's reaction.

Colt showed up around midnight, having just finished his shift at work. He too checked on Gabi before saying goodbye and taking Falco with him, who promised he'd visit everyday, you and Reiner knew it's a promise he'll keep.

Letting Gabi have the bed, you and Reiner crashed on the couch, him laying down with you on top of him. You took turns checking on Gabi in the middle of the night.

The rest of the week while she recovered flew by quickly. Falco keeping his promise and showing up everyday, Zofia bringing her all the homework and convincing the teachers to go easy on her since she's sick, Udo video calling her from home to do help her do her homework, definitely not giving her the answers.

Other people dropped by on different days, Bertolt and Annie showing up. Porco "stopping by" every two days, sometimes with Pieck.

Even when her symptoms disappeared and she seemed to get better, Reiner insisted that she still needs a couple days to recover and Zeke backed him up on that.

You were her last hope, knowing you can sway Reiner too, so Gabi attempted her puppy eyes on you but as much as your back was hurting from sharing the couch with Reiner, you said no. She still needs rest.

A Gabi who didn't go outside for a week is a really grumpy Gabi, but you and Reiner had to manage.

When she finally got better, she spent the whole day outside running around and climbing trees, she was going wild with the biggest smile on her face. The other three attempting to keep up with her

Everything was going really well...too well.

It wasn't until you saw Falco sneezed that a feeling of dread settled in you.

The next day, you had 3 missed calls. Two from Udo's mom, one from Zofia's and a text from Colt.

Oh.

When you get sick

At first you thought it was just one of those days where getting out of bed seemed impossible. Just moving your arm to get up was too exhausting, the weather around you switching between being cold and hot every couple seconds.

Just opening your eyes was too much, you called out for Reiner but your voice was too quiet and sore. Attempting to rise it resulted in a coughing fit.

Well Ironicly it did the job, it was loud enough that he heard you from the other room and came in with some water. He seemed really worried and his hand supported your back so you could sit up, he took your temperature.

You were burning up, his hold tightened on you before telling you to rest, it's okay he won't leave your side.

And he was true to his words, he took a couple days off work and stayed by your side. Giving you food he made, making you something warm to drink for your throat, hugging you close to his chest when everything was hurting too much.

You didn't have to move a finger, he'd literally go make you something to eat at 3am if you felt like it. He'd sit behind you on the bed while helping you eat.

The next day when his cousins visited, Reiner explained to them that you're sick and can't get up, also that your room is off limits to them from now on.

Well, the second he walked out the door to go buy some more meds and tissus, it was Gabi who literally ran to your room slamming the door open.

And that's how Reiner came back to four children cuddling you in bed, Gabi telling you stories about her adventures, Falco getting you water, Udo making sure you have enough blanket and pillows and lastly Zofia digging all the snacks from the cupboards and bringing them to you.

He thought about scolding them, but seeing how happy you looked as they told you about how Zofia managed to get the class out of taking a test by tricking the math teacher into talk about her recent trip overseas, made him just smile instead.

But he still made them all wear masks and wash their hands properly.

You spend most of the days asleep, not aware of the visitors that came and went. Occasionally waking up at 2am to find Reiner sleeping in a chair next to the bed, a glass of water nearby.

While reaching for the glass, you noticed a badly made origami letter being held together by stickers, signed by his cousins to you.

It was a letter the four of them made, for you to get well soon. You could distinguish who wrote what by the different handwritings, Udo's being in Cursive.

And somehow that helped make you feel better more than any ibuprofen could. It even had more stickers for you to use in the inside of it, something pharmaceutique companies should look into copying

When the weather is warm enough, Reiner would take you out to the park or garden to get some fresh air. Making sure you wear a mask and wear something comfortable and warm, his cousins would play while you too sit on the bench, his arm wrapped around you protectively.

Gabi and Udo would bring you all the cool rocks they find, hoping their coolness will cure you. While Falco and Zofia brought you the really pretty flowers with nice smells.

Reiner had your hand in his lap, holding it close and rubbing his thumb over it. Occasionally asking if you're alright or need something.

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Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 – A Rescue Without a Plan

A/N – Finally back to this baby, and boy am I glad to be back.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.” You sang the Cheers song quietly in your cell, concentrating heavily on the cell bars.

Ever since you had forced yourself to calm down, streams of information had come flooding across your optics, revealing structural strengths and weaknesses to everything you looked at. You hoped to find something about the electrified bars that might lead to your escape, but so far, all the weaknesses were ones you couldn’t exploit from within the cell. You had long since given up on desperately trying to contact the Lost Light, figuring that something was blocking your comms.

You sighed, giving up on your song, a childish idea coming to mind. You knew nothing would come of it, but a smile reached your lips as you stared at your hand, “Go-Go-Gadget, Lock Pick.”

Naturally, nothing happened, but at least you were entertained, so you continued the game, taking comfort in the familiar words. “Go-Go-Gadget, Gun. Go-Go-Gadget, Scanner. Go-Go-Gadget, Blow Torch-” You jumped back in shock as one of your fingertips split open at the command, a strong blue flame roaring up from the split. You didn’t know whether you should be praising Brainstorm, for this was most certainly his addition, or cursing him for the cartoonish way you had accessed the tool. You were almost afraid to wonder how many of your body’s other commands were linked to the phrase Go-Go-Gadget.

Without wasting any more time, you put the flame to the bars, beginning the laborious process of escaping your cell.

As you worked, you had one more idea which you hastily tried, “Go-Go-Gadget, Manual.”

Before your optics, a string of writing cropped up, instructions on how your Cybertronian body worked. “Play audio,” You said, having been introduced to the opening menu. Perceptor’s voice filled your audials, starting your tutorial on your new body. You vented air through your systems and got to work, studying during your attempted escape.

Once he had been released from his cell, Swerve spent all of his time at the Lost Light’s shooting range, his aim never improving despite his efforts. He knew he had little hope of becoming a soldier in the time it would take to get to you, but he didn’t care, so long as he had something to keep him occupied. How could other humans be so cruel as to throw you of all people in a battle arena? You were kind and compassionate, and you would never have even considered harming another species, claiming that all were equal.

Swerve had often found you crying over books wherein humans had treated others terribly, mostly among their own species. He remembered asking you why you chose to read such books as The Diary of Anne Frank or Boy Erased, if they only served to make you upset, and you had replied that they were important to read lest history be repeated from ignorance. It was awful to think that you, the most empathetic of souls, were going to be scrapped for the entertainment of others.

Swerve knew they didn’t have long to rescue you. If the Arena’s advertisements were to be believed, you would be entering one of their battles in less than three cycles, when the new contestants would arrive to scrap you.

Swerve couldn’t forget the picture they had uploaded of you on the advertisement. You had been harmed in ways he never wanted to see, deep gashes in your arms and visible dents everywhere, yet in the picture, you were defiantly angry. He alone could recognise the fear beneath, but he couldn’t be prouder to see that you weren’t giving your captor the satisfaction of your apprehension.

He reloaded his gun, aiming it at the target, imagining it was your captors. Despite his anger, he missed, hitting a spot on the wall at least six feet from the target. Coolant sprung to his optics. You were in danger and he was completely useless. He couldn’t pilot the ship, he couldn’t shoot, it wasn’t even him that had discovered your location; that had been Nightbeat while he was too busy feeling sorry for himself. He was useless.

Rodimus’ voice rang clear through Swerve’s comms. It was a channel he had left open until you were found; that way anyone who needed him could contact him.

“Swerve, get to the board room. We have news on (Y/N).”

Swerve brusquely wiped the coolant from his optics, throwing the gun on the table before leaving. As soon as he was in the hallway, he transformed, speeding to the board room, eager for any information he could get, yet also terrified about what it could mean for you.

He didn’t say anything as he entered, his attention, like everyone else’s drawn to the video-feed of the Arena, where a human woman in acid-green armour was speaking.

“Greetings to fans, peasants, and nobles alike. It is I, Lady Ouida, your adored host of the Arena.”

Lady Ouida. Swerve glared at her holographic form, now having a name and a face to put to his enemy.

“As all of us betting royals know, there is to be a new competitor here. The foul-mouthed mini menace has refused to state her name, but we don’t care about that. We only care about one thing and one thing only. Which of our noble competitors will be the one to take her out?”

Banners depicting different armoured competitors unfurled around Lady Ouida; the scumbags that would try to take your life.

“In this message to all of you, my lovely subjects, I would like to make a special announcement. Although we had planned to set the battle for three cycles time, we have hit a little snag.”

Warmth flared in Swerve’s spark, as he hoped that the battle would be delayed even further, giving the Lost Light more time for your rescue.

Lady Ouida snapped her fingers, motioning for someone off-screen to do her bidding. The hope that Swerve had dared to feel was quickly extinguished as several trucks with chain attachments drove forward, dragging you behind them, the chains affixed to your arms.

“Our little menace here was caught roaming the halls of our fair kingdom, trying to escape her fate. She may not look like much, but she has proved to be very resourceful indeed, which I am sure you’ll keep in mind when betting.”

It looked like you desperately wanted to retort, but a modified gag stopped you from doing so. It didn’t stop you from attempting to kick at several of your captors, your pede falling short of its mark.

“NO!” Swerve cried out as you were electrocuted, making you fall to the floor. The others in the room spared him looks of pity before their attention returned to Lady Ouida.

“Spirited, is she not?” The Lady continued, spurred on by your attempted attack. “Alas, that brings me to my next point. We cannot keep her subdued for long and as such, we will have to cut betting short. You will have till the end of the cycle, for at dawn THE BATTLE BEGINS.”

The feed ended with a screen of competitors and their odds against you.

Rodimus wasted no time in addressing the room, all traces of his usual playfulness gone. “ETA to the Arena?” He asked no one in particular.

“Two cycles at most,” One of the Co-pilots answered.

“Not good enough. If you have to burn out the engines, you’ll get us there tonight. Strategy?”

Megatron brought up a hologram for the planet, pointing out the building on the map, a modernised castle with plasma-turrets as its main defences. “If it were me, I’d have the turrets hacked. The fastest route to the Arena itself is by the West wall. The ship is far too big to hide, so our best option is an outright assault. We could blast through the walls with an Alpha team. Meanwhile, a smaller Beta Team could attack the Northern ramparts, where we believe the prison cells to be located, in case (Y/N) is still being held there.”

“Who’s our hacker for this?”

“We have an accomplished team that will be led by Skids.”

“What will we need to get through the castle’s walls?”

“Ultra Magnus assures me that he has a supply of confiscated weapons from Whirl and Brainstorm.”

Rodimus nodded in acknowledgement, “You know Megatron, it’s rare, but on occasions such as this, I’m glad that you’re a crazed war-lord with a lot of strategic experience.”

Megatron looked uncomfortable at the compliment but didn’t comment.

Swerve raised his hand in what he assumed was a military fashion, “I’d like to be in the Alpha team.”

Rodimus took in some air with an awkward hiss, “Yeahhh, about that. Don’t you think you’d be better off, uh waiting to comfort (Y/N) in the med-bay or something? You’re um- You’re not exactly a good shot.”

Swerve bristled at the veiled insult. “THAT IS MY CONJUNX ENDURAE. I’LL BE GOING DOWN THERE EVEN IF I HAVE TO STEAL A POD-SHIP!”

“Okay, yep, cool. You’re there to rescue (Y/N), got it. Just… Maybe stay behind the rest of us, okay? Wait no. You go in front, I don’t want to be shot in the back or anything-” Rodimus stopped talking when he noticed more than one bot glaring at him for his lack of tact. “I mean, uh- You just go where you think is best, buddy. You got this.”

“Let’s just continue going over the plan,” Megatron interrupted, turning his attention back to the planetary holograph.

Thankfully, nobody questioned Swerve further, and he was free to remain undisturbed as the meeting went on.

Once again, you were behind bars but this time you were outside of the prison block. You were now in the centre of the Arena, which greatly resembled the Ancient Colosseums of Earth. You cradled your servo close to your body, the pain immense where your captors had crushed it after they had caught you trying to use the blow torch a second time; if there was any hope of returning to Swerve, it wouldn’t be the same way you escaped before.

With nothing else to do, you resumed listening to the recorded manual. Theoretically, you knew how to scan a vehicle and transform, so long as you found something to scan. Maybe you could convince Ouida to show you a vehicle in order to make the games more interesting. You doubted that plan would work, but if Ouida thought you were going to die in her games anyway, she might grant the request.

“In the event that you are in danger and need to record a message into your processor for an ally to discover-”

You focused on Perceptor’s instructions. Now seemed like the perfect time to record a message for Swerve, should he ever find your body. You tried to focus as your processor informed you that your voice and surroundings were being recorded.

“Swerve, I wish I could see you right now to tell you everything that’s on my mind, but if you’re watching this… Well, we know what’s happened.” You tried to keep your tone happy, but it proved to be impossible when thinking of the last time you had seen Swerve and how badly that had gone. You couldn’t stop from crying as you continued.

“Swerve, you are my whole world. I love you so much and I’m so sorry about how I acted. I was scared and confused, and… That’s no reason for the way I was. I’m terrified of what might happen to you if I die. Please, don’t think sadly on this. You have so much time left in the universe, and it’s a brighter place with you in it. No matter what happens, I need you to remember, I’m sticking with you. Never forget that you have my heart, always. I’m sorry that this is goodbye. I love you.”

Ending the feed, you hugged your knees to your chassis with your good hand, while you sat in silence and wept.

Swerve gripped the base of his chair, in the cruiser that the Alpha team had taken, hard enough to dent it. Upon reaching a close enough proximity to the planet’s surface, he had received a few dozen delayed private comms from you, the last of which was time-stamped only one hour prior. You were being kept in a cage, telling him how sorry you were and how much you loved him. If you were sticking with him, then he was going to stick right back to you.

Turbulence hit the ship, but Swerve’s determination didn’t waver. He knew it was just the first volley of attacks from the turrets, until Skids’ team would be able to disable them. Swerve remembered feeling like this thousands of times in the war. The feeling that you could be shot down at any moment on the way to your goal, but that you couldn’t think about death, lest it leech into your processor, freezing out all other thoughts. Swerve wouldn’t die. He couldn’t. Not while you were in danger. You were his mission and this was just another, smaller, war.

Swerve remembered his very first mission. His entire squadron had died, except for him. Being a mini-bot, he’d managed to hide without being discovered; he’d spent centuries hating himself for living as a coward instead of dying a hero with the rest of his squad. As it turned out, many bots had had similar experiences which haunted them. This time, he would not hide, his team would survive, they would rescue you, and Swerve would tell you every minute of every day that he loved you.

“SKIDS,” Rodimus yelled over the comms, “A LITTLE HELP WITH THE FRAGGING TURRETS.”

“Working on it,” Skids replied frantically. “They have one hell of an IT team there, Rodimus. The turrets are encrypted at least five times over.”

“Great. I’ll pass on the compliment when I meet them. Can you stop the turrets or not?”

There was a sharp silence on Skids end which was answer enough; the team would have to go in under fire.

“Okay,” Rodimus looked to his team. Ultra Magnus, Tailgate, Cyclonus, and Swerve were there, along with a few other volunteers that made their number twenty. “Plan B. We drive fast and furious, ploughing through their defences.”

The team were less enthusiastic at the thought of being shot, but none of them buckled under pressure; everyone was ready to go to your aid.

“Beta team, in position?” Rodimus asked, as they had planned to do before the Alpha Team dropped down onto the planet’s surface.

“Negative,” Megatron replied. His team comprised of Drift, Nautica, Nightbeat, and Brainstorm. It was decided that a smaller team would be better for infiltration. “The blueprints were wrong. We landed right in their armoury and are facing heavy fire.”

“HEY, NO, NOT COOL. WE WERE FACING HEAVY FIRE FIRST.” Rodimus pouted. “THAT’S OUR THING. GET YOUR OWN THING.”

“Don’t be a sparkling,” Megatron hissed. “Rendezvous here. We need backup.”

Swerve crushed another part of his chair. Meeting up with the beta team would lead them further away from you. They should face the turrets, consequences be damned. Swerve imagined reaching over to the control panel and forcing the team to drop. If he wasn’t afraid to have their energon on his servos, he’d do it. However, frustrating as it was, he left the planning up to the Co-Captains, itching for the moment that he would finally be useful. So far, everything in the plan was falling apart.

“Get ready to fight, crew,” Rodimus warned as the cruiser approached the Beta Teams location. Everyone stood up, heading to the back of the ship, “Dropping in three, two, one.”

The doors opened, leaving all the transformed vehicles to drive out on the ramp, jumping the gap onto the planet. There, the battle began. A handful of Cybertronians against a few hundred organics, none of whom seemed to be human; perhaps Lady Ouida was the only human among the organics that inhabited the planet.

Swerve raged with every shot he took. In hallways full to the brim of enemies, even he couldn’t miss. His blaster kept ringing off with compliments. Good job. Nice shootin’ Tex. You’re my hero.

However, as many shots as he got in, the enemies didn’t drop. It seemed that they were immune to most of the weapons, only stumbling slightly before they got back up to fight.

“This isn’t working,” Cyclonus growled through gritted teeth, him and Drift being the only ones to do any real damage with their swords, though they kept getting pushed back by the horde.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Rodimus said sardonically. “Time for plan C.”

“We don’t have a plan C,” Ultra Magnus reported.

“Then improvise.”

From the corner of his optic, Swerve saw a flash of green and he spun around to see Lady Ouida herself. She was climbing over the rubble, apparently trying to reach the fast-firing ballista behind the invaders of her castle. Full of rage at the human who had dared to harm his Conjunx Endurae, Swerve rushed at her, screaming. He tackled her to the ground, grunting as she stabbed a plasma dagger into his side. He would worry about the pain later, when you were safe. For now, he didn’t care, as that was the only weapon she had and she couldn’t retrieve it from his side now that he had her arms firmly in his grasp.

Swerve had always prided himself on being gentle with you, his beloved human. However, with Ouida in his grip, he was all too aware of how easy it would be to crush every bone in her body with only the slightest bit of pressure.

“WHERE IS MY CONJUNX?” He spat at her.

“Dead.” Lady Ouida lied. “As you will be soon enough, robotic scum.”

Swerve didn’t bother to press her on her deception, knowing instinctively that she wouldn’t talk, no matter what he did. Instead, he carried her towards her army, making sure the creatures could see her.

“I HAVE YOUR LEADER,” He roared at them. “LET US PASS, OR I’LL CRUSH HER.”

The organics stopped shooting, eerily expressionless as they lowered their weapons. Ouida shot her captors a disgusted look, hating that they had bested her experimental mutants. They were made to follow orders and protect the castle, but they had also been designed to ensure that she wouldn’t be harmed; with her as a captive, they were useless.

Swerve made his way forward, but Rodimus grabbed his shoulder-plate, pulling him back.

“Hey, loving the energy buddy,” Rodimus complimented Swerve. “Great improv and all, but uh, the Arena is the other way.”

“Oh,” Swerve looked at the mutant army, who were watching Ouida like a dog watching its master. “In that case, don’t follow us, or I’ll crush her.”

“YEAH,” Rodimus fist-pumped the air. “LET’S GO RESCUE (Y/N).”

You didn’t know what to say as you were faced with the many faces of the Lost Light that you thought you’d never see again, but most importantly Swerve. For a moment, you were half-convinced that you were hallucinating again, but then he had pushed Lady Ouida into Drift’s arms and he was holding you.

He kissed your helm, pulling you into his chassis, checking over every inch of you for injuries. “(Y/N),” he murmured. “My (Y/N).”

“Swerve,” You cried his name. “Swerve. I was so scared I’d never see you-”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here now. I love you. Always,” He repeated your message to you, letting you alone know that he had received it.

“Not to interrupt this reunion,” Megatron said sombrely, “But enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment, and we need to get you two to medical treatment immediately.”

For the first time, you noticed the gash in Swerve’s side, coated with freshly congealed energon; he had taken the dagger out prior to seeing you.

“She hurt you… She-”

It was your turn to scream at Ouida, “YOU HURT MY CONJUNX ENDURAE.”

You reached out to crush her with your good arm, but Drift dragged Ouida into safety, “Sorry (Y/N), but she’s our ticket out of here. If we kill her, we have no leverage.”

You glared at Ouida, “You’re lucky he values all life, you hateful witch.”

Ouida rolled her eyes, unperturbed by the raving antics of a non-organic.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Swerve ushered you ahead of the group. “It’s time for us to go home.”

Home. You thought of your hab-suite aboard the Lost Light where you had built your life with Swerve; you couldn’t wait to get back to it. Letting Swerve cradle you in his arms, you leaned on him and took your first steps back towards home.

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Not A Stranger - Part 4

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. you’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Read Part 1 here Read Part 2 here Read Part 3 here

Warnings: Very mild mentions of sex. Swearing, the usual cuss words.

A/N: The final chapter! Woohoo! Honestly I was having so much trouble with this chapter - I actually ended up writing about 7k words total of 3 completely different plots when I suddenly got this idea yesterday and I decided to go with this one. Anyway, thank you SO MUCH for all of y’all who’ve showed the previous 3 parts so much love! I really appreciate it so much! 

PS: Send me asks/messages/leave a note if you liked this and want to see more - it really makes me feel so much less insecure about my writing ahaha! Also do send me short prompts or requests that I can fill as blurbs (i.e. nothing that’s going to be a several chapter story - I will request those later on!) - preferably for Jay but I can do Will as well! Female!Halstead sibling is also okay :) Enough talking, enjoy!

The music is so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts. Or your own voice.

“HELLOOOOOO! BARMAN!” You yell at the guy making drinks 5 feet away from you. Your body is almost entirely atop the counter as you lean forward, trying to grab his attention. The couple next to you throw you a dirty look, but who cares? You’re 3 shots in, and you’re –

“ – drunk as fuck!” Lucy shouts in your ear, trying to pull you up so you straighten.

“What?” You slip off the counter and land back on your feet, wobbly. Your best friend shakes her head. “You’re drunk as fuck! How is that even possible? You barely had anything!” Lucy looks disappointed.

You laugh – a high-pitched drunken squeal – and lean in.‌ “I haven’t gone out in like, four weeks, y’know! My tolerance is down!”

Lucy throws her hands in the air, almost knocking a drink out of someone else’s hand. They yell at her, but she doesn’t notice or care. “This is why I ask you to come party with me like every week, bitch!”

You waggle your finger in front of her. Or, you try to. You’re tipsy enough that standing straight is a little difficult so you keep swaying, and you’re also fairly confident you’re seeing two of Lucy right now.

“The last time I went out with you, I got plastered and woke up next to – ”

“A total hottie! WOOO!” Lucy exclaims, shaking her fists in excitement.

“Yeah except he was also my boss’s brother, but okay.”

The bartender finally comes to you and Lucy, dropping two shots in front of you exasperatedly. You and Lucy each down one. When you flip the shot glass upside down on the counter, you can almost feel yourself losing what little awareness and sobriety was in you.

The music changes and Lucy’s eyes light up. “This is my song!” She howls, before starting to obnoxiously (and very much off-key) belt out lines. She grabs your hand, trying to lead you to the dance floor. You wave her off, saying you’ll be right behind her in a minute, and she nods before heading off.

Turning back to the counter, you lean against it dependently as you struggle with your clutch. You curse under your breath as your fingers repeatedly slip against the clutch opening, even though you had zero trouble opening it when you were sober two hours ago. Finally, your clutch opens, and you pull your phone out. Immediately, your fingers tap the messaging icon, and press on Jay’s name.

No new messages.

“Ugh,” You groan, dropping your head down in your hands. Your phone beeps randomly, but you ignore it in favour of moping.

It’s been about two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you told Jay he was ‘just some guy you were sleeping with’.

Two weeks of complete radio silence.

“Come on, don’t you want to say something to me?” You bitch out loud, glaring at the back of your phone. “I know I fucked up, I know I said mean shit, but my god, I didn’t fucking mean it – I was just. I was stupid and scared…and now I’m at the Verge again and I’m drunk, I’m soooooo drunk and my friend is – oh, she’s making out with some dude! Fuck, I was gonna ask her to book me an Uber but now I can’t and I don’t even know where my Uber app is on my phoneeeeee - ” You whine – a real full-on, high-pitched drunken whine – as you turn your phone screen around.

Voice message recorded.

Voice message sent.

“Huh?” You frown at your screen, trying to figure out what you just did, when someone knocks into you and you teeter over, almost face planting on the counter. “Fuck!” You curse, straightening and trying to look around for who did that, when a blonde head suddenly appears in view.

“Okay listen this is Alex and he’s a cutie and he wants to take me home but I gotta check if you’re okay?” Lucy informs you with the immediacy of a someone about to miss their last bus to work. You want to beg her to stay, but a) you ditched her last time when you saw Jay and she didn’t hold it against you, b) she was insistent that she had to get laid tonight, and c) Alex was hella cute.

“Get it girl!” You cheer, kissing her on the cheek and she beams. Once she exits, Alex in tow, you look around not sure what to do.

“HEY BARGUY? CAN I HAVE ANOTHER?”

***

It’s 30 minutes later that the bartender finally cuts you off and tells you in no uncertain terms that you have to go somewhere else if you want to keep drinking.

“Rude!” You exclaim into the cold air as you exit the back of the bar into a dark alley. “Fucking – I’m not even that drunk, that asshole. Like I don’t know my own limits?” You bitch to yourself as you wobble down the alley in your stupidly high stilettos. Bright lights suddenly shine at you, and you cover your face with your arms. “Motherfuck – !” You squint, trying to see which moron decided to flood the alley with his headlights.

“Jesus Christ,” You hear, and you almost immediately turn sober. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

The lights go down, and just as your eyes adjust you see Jay Halstead exit from his GMC Sierra. Dressed in a black v-neck and dark jeans – god, does he own any colour in his wardrobe? – he steps towards you, a tight look on his face that’s otherwise devoid of any emotion.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, trying to hide the fact that your heart is beating so loud and fast you feel like you can hear it in your ears.

Jay stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow. “You called.”

You frown. “No I didn’t.”

Jay pulls out his phone and presses a button. You hear your own voice saying something about being drunk and not being able to order an Uber.

“That’s not – I didn’t – how the fuck…” You just trail off, confusion written all over your face.

“Well, I’m sure you’re not the first person to drunkenly send a voice message asking someone to come pick you up.” Jay supplies, pocketing his phone. There’s a note of judgement in his voice and you don’t appreciate it.

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to come and pick me up! I’m fucking fine!” You announce, before shoving Jay to the side and walking past him.

“You’re swaying like a leaf in the wind, you know?” Jay comments, behind you.

“Fuck you!” You swivel around sharply, pointing an accusatory finger at him, which proves to be a bad decision when you trip sideways and just about slam your shoulder into the alley wall. The only reason you don’t is that Jay lunges forward and grabs your arms, pulling you to him.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m not that drunk, it’s just my shoes, I swear.” You mutter into his chest. It’s true – almost. You were a little wasted when you exited the bar, fine, but in the same way that drunk people can get immediately sober once they see, say, a train collision, the sudden shock of seeing Jay seems to have burned through the fog in your mind.

You’re not sure what that says about your feelings for him...

The two of you separate, but Jay’s still holding you at an arm’s distance. As he looks down at you, he frowns. “What…are you wearing?” He asks in a judgemental tone.

You look down at yourself – it’s a short, red figure-hugging dress with side cut-outs. Looking back at him, you respond: “A dress.”

Jay snorts derisively. “Not exactly leaving a lot to the imagination.” He mutters under his breath.

“Hey!” You raise your voice, and take a step towards him to – to punch his arm or something – but once again your heels fail you and you just topple straight into his chest.‌ “Fuck!” You shout, cheeks burning, and you push back from him. Bending over, as gracefully as you possibly can in your tiny dress, you try to get your stupid shoes off. Meanwhile, the sound of Jay’s laughter is in the air and you throw a dirty look at him.

After watching you struggle with the straps of your heels for about a minute, Jay crouches down in front you. “Alright, alright, hold on,” He says. Getting on one knee, he tells you to stand and you do.

Jay’s hands wrap around your right ankle gently, and his fingers move deftly, undoing the multiple straps of the heel. You place your left hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself, and try hard to breathe regular. The feeling of his fingers against your skin is tantalising, and the sight of him crouched down before you is putting racy thoughts in your mind.

Without even thinking about it, you move your hand to hold his face.

Jay looks up at you as you run your thumb over his cheek. He holds his breath as the pad of your thumb gently swipes against his pink lips.

Bending over, you lean downwards and capture Jay’s lips in yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet for all of three seconds, before you run your tongue over Jay’s lips and he escalates it. Starting from your ankles, his hands run up the back of your legs as he gets up. Once he’s halfway up the back of your thigh, Jay swiftly stands, lifting you effortlessly. You hook your legs around his waist like a good girl and continue the heated, ravaging kiss. Jay holds you against him with just his right arm – and my god, are you ready to come just from that because holy fuck how strong is this guy to be carrying you with one arm! – as his left hand grabs your jaw in that authoritative, bossy way that has your head spinning.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you know it’s going to hurt so bad when he leaves, you know the smart thing to do is to put a stop to this - to stop being with the one guy you can’t have; the one that sees you as a hookup and nothing more. But god, the way he makes you feel, the way he kisses you like he’s taking your soul – so hard and deep and yet so passionate – and the way he holds you to him like you’re his…the way he’s got your toes curling, he’s got you not giving a fuck that you’ve got one heel on and the other…somewhere on the ground – fuck, you’re so fucking gone for him.

He walks, steady and confident, and you don’t know where he’s taking you until he drops you against the hood of his truck.

You’re panting heavily, your hair fanned out around your head as you lick your lips, your pulse thundering between your legs. Jay looks down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes, before grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you toward him roughly so that your ass is right at the edge of the hood, Jay’s hips right between your legs. The movement causes your already short dress to ride up even more, and now it’s bunched up around your hips. The cool air of the nice is cold against your legs, and especially cold against the growing wet patch at the crotch of your panties.

You look up at Jay – your eyes wide with salacious want, a desperate need for him, to touch you, fuck you, come for you –

A cacophony of sounds is suddenly in the air. A group of people are exiting the bar, loud and boisterous.

And just like that, the moment between you and Jay is over. You sit up at lightning speed, getting off the hood of his truck, pulling your dress down just as Jay steps back, swearing under his breath.

The group take their own sweet time to leave the alley, to get out of sight, and you’re so impatient you briefly consider tossing your other shoe at them to get them to move faster.

Eventually, the last of them turns the corner and you let out of a breath of relief. You turn back to Jay, opening your mouth, and he just shakes his head.

“No, no, no.” Jay runs his hands through his hair, looking agitated. He sighs deeply, before looking straight at you with the most apologetic look on his face. “We can’t be doing this, Y/N. I’m sorry, but...I can’t.”

Your entire body goes cold. 

You shake your head, eyes pleading. “Jay, no – I’m not drunk I swear – ”

“It’s not that, Y/N – ”

“Then what is it? What did I do wrong?” You whisper, reaching towards him.

“It’s nothing you did.” Jay smiles ruefully. “It’s something I did.”

You frown. “What did you do?” Jay doesn’t answer, instead just walking past you.

You grab his arm, stopping him. Jay turns, his green eyes slightly wet, mouth open but you cut him off.

“What did you do? Dammit Jay, stop shutting me out!” You exclaim, begging, and the two of you are so close now you can see Jay’s pupils dilate, and a pained expression fixes itself onto his face and it kills you seeing him this upset.

“I caught feelings for you.” Jay whispers, and your heart stops. “You said I was just some guy you were sleeping with…that you didn't feel like that about me and – and I was going to put distance between us, I swear.” Jay sighs, and you just try to keep up with what he’s saying but it’s tough because you feel like your head is underwater, like you can’t breathe. 

Jay doesn’t notice any of this, and he continues. “But then you called tonight and I heard your voice and I don't know what it is about you but I just – I just lose my mind. I was halfway down the block before I even realised I was coming to get you. And that night you came over – you were under me, taking me so well and so hot I didn't even think before – I just went so hard on you because I wanted you so fucking bad – Y/N I want you so fucking bad, all the fucking time – ” Jay’s shaking his head, his voice is cracking, there’s tears in his eyes and you – you just – 

“I'm going to fucking kill you.” You announce, and Jay closes his eyes.

“Y/N – ”

“Jay, I'm in love with you.” You admit, your voice clear as can be, and Jay’s eyes open, stunned. “I thought you thought I was just some hookup – ”

A deep frown embeds itself between Jay’s eyebrows, “Why the fuck would you think – ”

You raise your voice, slightly affronted. “I asked you about the Army! And you didn't open up to me and I thought – ”

“Oh my god – ” Jay drops his head in his hands.

“How was I supposed to know you felt the same way – ”

“I didn't tell you about that shit because I hate it! Y/N, nothing good came out of my time over there and I saw that look on your face when you found my scar and you looked horrified – ”

“Of course I was horrified – someone stabbed you!” You exclaim, your voice high, your breathing erratic. Jay looks at you, and he’s also breathing heavy...but slowly, his face just splits into a smile. You smile too.

Both of you lean in, pressing your lips together. Jay’s arms wrap around you, tight, and your hands cradle his face as the two of you sink into one another in an intimate, tender moment. Your heart feels like it’s weightless – all the happiness in the world resides within you, for a moment, and the feeling of Jay around you – your Jay – brings tears to your eyes.

When you separate, you barely move – your faces are still so close, Jay looking down at you with all the fondness in the world, and you looking back up at him, teary-eyed.

“I need to get my shoe.” You whisper, the first one to break the silence. Jay laughs, throwing his head back. You laugh with him, a giant grin on your face, as he gently rests you atop the hood of his truck again before running to retrieve your lonesome heel.

He tosses it to you and you grab it. “Do you want a kiss for that?” You ask him, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, one hundred percent.” Jay grins back, and you throw your arms around his neck. “One more thing – ” Jay interrupts you just as you pull close, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Yes?”

Jay scrunches up his face. “Someone needs to tell Will.

You roll your eyes. “You’re scared of that?”

“Hey, he’s not your big brother. I’ll bet my entire savings account he’s going to give the shovel talk to me, his own blood.” Jay counters, and you laugh. “Well, he’s a gentleman like that,” You say, slipping your hands into Jay’s pocket to pull out his phone.

Jay gazes at you with amusement in his eyes as you type a few sentences – out of his sight – and send it to Will.

“Done!” You announce cheerily.

Jay raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure – ” He’s cut off by his phone buzzing in your hand. It buzzes again. It then buzzes a third time, before it starts ringing.

“Three messages and a phone call, in 30 seconds. That’s never good news.” Jay notes, a strained expression on his face. “What exactly did you tell him?”

You shrug, pretending to be innocent. “Well, I definitely didn’t say anything along the lines of ‘Hey I’ve been bedding your intern for the last few weeks behind your back, and yes we definitely had sex the night you came over for hockey. Anyway, we’re a thing now. Bye!’.”

Jay drops his head. “Oh my fucking god – ” His phone goes off again, and Jay just curses, shutting it off. “Y/N – he’s going to kill me.” He says, eyes wide with incredulity. You just giggle, pulling him close to kiss him again. You heart soars as you feel Jay smile through the kiss. ***

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SCK / Edser asks - ep 31/32

Asks about episode 31, some discussion of 32 under the cut

Anonymous said: with the past two episodes, i realized, for me at least, it's not so much about it feeling disjointed (31 didn't really feel disjointed to me tbf) but about the lack of edser screentime. when we do have their scenes, they're good! but the last 2 eps haven't had a lot of it which is what's frustrating (more annoying to me than even selin believe it or not). the fragman for next week looks good though.. with serkan losing his shit more and more.. which can only mean good things for us! lol.

Yes, I agree with this. This episode was a lot less disjointed than 30. 30 felt weird. For 31, there wasn’t enough Edser, but I found it leaps and bounds easier to watch than the last two episodes. As for not enough Edser, I was wondering if that was partly about the short shooting week. For episode 31 they only shot 4 days, a couple of paps said that they did that to give Kerem 3 days off last week because his family was visiting from US/Canada. I don’t know if that’s true, but they follow him around so they pry know if the fam is in town or not. Perhaps in doing that, they had to rely more on the second unit and focus on other characters?? Because there was a lot of focus on other characters this episode.

Speaking of other storylines, I do have to say that I’m very relieved that there is an actual reason why Ceren has lost the thread a bit. If she’s off her meds it explains a lot, and I’m thankful that while she tantrumed a lot about Eda and forced herself on someone who wasn’t inviting it with Deniz, she didn’t do anything unforgivable like actively try and hurt Eda. 

Also the Erdem and Leyla scenes were amusing, and my queen Melo can do anything she wants. The only character who actually gives a damn about Eda and Serkan.  

While there wasn’t enough Edser, there was more than a lot of people are giving the episode credit for.  They had several really good scenes in the office with the balloons and the staring and later him questioning her about Deniz. We got jealous Serkan sniffing around Eda and Deniz’s cafe, and a really nice outside Eda’s house scene that got them being kind to each other and really, honestly talking. Then the funny scene inside with everyone thinking they were back together and Aydan freaking out. (we even got Serkan getting a few cathartic slaps!)  The boat scenes were good, but they could have been better. I think they could have given us more and Eda could have been a bit more open with him trying so hard. 

The final scene was a slap in the face and I think sort of tainted the rest of the episode, but without that, I thought there was actual progress made. 

As for the fragman (and the extra scenes released in the VDay video yesterday) I actually have hope for 32 being a turning point. We’ve seen him be curious about her and opening up with her, now I think we’ll see the ye olde sexual attraction hitting him hard. That should be good!  Plus banning love in the office! Vintage jealous Serkan!

Anonymous said: Last week's episode was not my favorite but after this week's, I'm just confused at the writing situation. You could jump from episode 30, to the last minute of episode 31 and you would've seen all you needed to see. It feels like they're wasting potential. Maybe the showrunner knows something we don't about how much time they have but I'm at the "not mad, but very disappointed" phase with how this story is going. And the "Ceren is crazy off her meds" storyline is particularly striking an nerve.

I’m sorry that the Ceren off her meds story is upsetting to you, I can see that. Unfortunately, I really don’t have faith they’ll do it justice. This show has treated some very big issues like agoraphobia, claustrophobia, narcolepsy, panic attacks and lets not forget amnesia and PTSD, at a very superficial level. However, I am glad that they at least gave a plausible reason for Ceren to undergo a behavioral change.  

However, I don’t agree with you that the rest of the episode was pointless. I thought the Edser we did get was very good and Serkan made big strides. He was drawn to Eda, intrigued by her, asking questions, very jealous of Deniz, lying to Selin, getting annoyed at Selin, and meanwhile Eda and Serkan had some nice quite conversations. Remember the man doesn’t know her, but he feels that primal pull towards her and it still terrifies him. Especially now that we’re past her heightened emotions of ep 29, and he’s realizing what a competent professional she is and also caring and sweet, not quite the picture that Selin painted him. 

The problem is the 1 step forward, 2 steps back that they’re having him do.  However, what I’m hoping will happen is that all these experiences, these big steps forward he makes with Eda, before he freaks, gets back under the influence of Selin and jumps backwards, will have a cumulative effect and he’ll take a giant leap forward soon. 

There are so many moments that show his tendency to be carrying and attentive towards Eda (offering to drive Eda home after the yacht, vs telling Selin he’s busy and she can go on ahead so he can sit and think about Eda), the switch has got to flip sooner rather than later for him. 

Anonymous said: So I noticed that "March 20th" is 5 Saturdays from now. I sincerely hope they don't drag this fake engagement out until then

Good GAWD, don’t even say that! LMAO. Honestly, truly, I don’t think we’re going to drag her fake engagement out that long. Really truly. Have I convinced you yet? Have I convinced myself yet? 

That would be way too much. By March 20th I’m expecting them to be sexing each other up! 

Anonymous said: Think I am going to shake off the not so greatness of the last two episodes by thinking about how hot it is going to be watching Serkan try to win Eda back. Because we ended yet another episode with Serkan apparently still having zero interest in putting his engagement on hold and no progress made towards unmasking Selin’s game. Edser scenes were fire always but still too short & too far in between. At this point I think most of us could write a novel about how all over the place the writing is and how little things makes sense but that is just too depressing.

Yes, I think this is very true. IMO they really miscalculated by going with these engagements. They are really wearing on the audience. But I do think you’re right, that them constantly changing writers is a big part of the issue. Also I think it has to do with constantly living on the edge and not knowing how many episodes this show is going to have. I don’t know how any show could have a clear and consistent narrative with that constantly hanging over the creatives heads. It’s an interesting way to do things. 

It is a bit head spinning when you think about how much time on this show they spend with Edser together and how much apart. HOWEVER, I’m a big proponent that from 16-26, they were basically in a romantic relationship the entire time. Even though they weren’t together, they were together, they belonged to each other, they couldn’t leave each other alone, every decision they made was with the other in mind. But I’m one that doesn’t find those episodes as tortuous as some, there are a LOT of good moments and scenes in there. 

Anonymous said: So was Deniz agreeing to work with Selin supposed to be the start of her downfall? Or not? It honestly seems like the show is not even going the route of Selin doing something to mess with his memories anymore and just going to have Serkan flat out choose Eda over Selin but who knows. Only shining light on that front was the fact that Selin & Serkan had very few couple scenes in the last episode.

You are me, I’ve been wondering about this. The last episode sort of made me give up hope that Selin is going to face any repercussions for the disgusting way she has manipulated and brainwashed an amnesia victim.  I mean, she will be heartbroken and will have to slink out of town again, but it’s possible she may not face any blowback from the other characters and that will suck. 

On the bright side (you know I always have to look on the bright side) that means instead of her being unmasked, it will be, as you say, just Serkan, once again, straight up choosing Eda over her. Which is delicious and romantic in it’s own right. Their love once again triumphing over the biggest of odds, with everything stacked against them and people actively working against them and him suffering from a brain injury. That’s big. And I think after the way Serkan has treated Eda, it’s important that he choose and not just have th choice taken from him by Selin being “unmasked.” Though I’m happy if she’s unmasked after he’s already fallen for Eda (which lets be honest is actively happening). 

So there’s a lot of upside to that, to Serkan just choosing, however if that happens and she leaves prior to him regaining his memories, we’ll probably have to suffer through Serkan thanking Selin and apologizing to her and that might make me break whatever screen I’m watching the show on that night. I keep telling myself the writers have to know we need some comeuppance and consequences for Selin, but I’m not sure I trust them to do that. It’s possible she’ll skate again. 

The spoilers (which so far are batting about 50/50, so this is still all grain of salt) said that the last scene of 31 would be “bad” (it was IMO, ouch!) but that it would start the unmasking of Selin. If Deniz is playing Selin (which I think is very possible) then that spoiler cold still be true.  

Maybe Deniz is a straight up a manipulative villain, but it feels like we have enough of that already. Doesn’t he seem smart enough to realize that he’s never going to get Eda through trickery, and would be much better served by championing her best interests instead of employing underhanded tactics to separate Eda/Serkan? So maybe he’ll help humiliate Selin by reveling what she’s doing. Who knows, we shall see. 

Anonymous said: The thing that bothers me the most is serkan's attitude towards eda. When he is alone with her he is vulnerable, attentive to her, listens and tries to find out more about her and their love and the moments they spent together, he tries to remember. And when he is surrounded by other people especially selin he is completely different with her. He is cold, says cruel things to her (the moment he said that he will never marry her seriously serkan?) and he humiliates her constantly. PART1

Really I wonder why this sudden change every time there is surely something we don't know yet. PART2

Yes, there could be something we don’t know that’s contributing to his behavior. 

Though @echoapothecary had a good theory about those spoilers that came out about how Selin was doing something with pills and potential drugging of Serkan... what if the spoiler types got it wrong from call sheets and mistook Ceren with the pills for something Selin was doing? 

Serkan’s behavior could just be his pre-Eda robotic personality terrified of the person he becomes after Eda, combined with Selin’s abusive manipulation and brainwashing, combined with traumatic brain injury, combined with PTSD from the plane crash. That’s a lot to overcome. 

Anonymous said: Poor Eda how much pain can she bear , she is suffering so much and she tries to stay strong and do everything she can to get her serkan back. I feel so much sympathy for her character, she has endured so much but she remains strong in spite of everything. If she decides to give up I wouldn't blame her, she has the right to think about herself for once. It's up to serkan now to open up to her, to show that he cares about her and wants to remember her.

My heart breaks for Eda. However, come on, it’s been like a week. Eda is stronger than than that, she wouldn’t be Eda if she gave up. She knows Serkan is suffering from a brain injury and being manipulated by that barnacle.

Also, remember how we spent episode 20-26 with Eda keeping her distance and controlling everything while Serkan worked his tail off to get her back, his love never wavering. They work because they don’t give up on one another.

Anonymous said: The only way for serkan to react is to feel that he is going to lose eda (she had already tried everything, recreating their moments, kissing him but nothing worked). Eda knows this and that's why she decided to start this game with Deniz, it's her only motivation. To make serkan react, be jealous, feel that he is about to lose her just like in episode 11 to finally confess his feelings. P1/

At first I was totally against this fake engagement but now that I see it from another point of view it seems to me that it is a good idea. Just how could eda have guessed that deniz was not sincere in his intention to help her and just wanted to take advantage of the situation. P2/

Yes, you’re right. Eda knows that Serkan needs to be pushed into a corner to act. That’s what happened the first time. If only we see a reaction like he had the first time around!

What I didn’t like is when Deniz expounded on their “love story” and made up the whole thing about them promising to get married which prompted Serkan to ask Eda if he knew about that. Eda had to say no and I feel like that gives Serkan a mistaken view of their relationship. That they were not in a place where they would have confided such things. It feels like it works against Eda’s objective. So that move puts a mark in the “Deniz is actually a manipulative shit-stain” category. 

I just so badly want one of the other characters (Engin, Leyla) to accuse Serkan of being jealous and for him to respond that he doesn’t get jealous and for them to be all like, “Yeah, maybe you didn’t used to get jealous, but with Eda you were jealous of anything that competed for her attention, including babies and dogs!”

Anonymous said: i love that scene on the boat where serkan stays behind after dismissing selin (when he all too eager to take eda home before btw!!) and he's thinking about their moments together.. it's not flashbacks to his memories of her, but he's thinking about the moments that they've shared the DOES remember right now... boy is he already falling for her all over again

Yes, me too! That was very good moment. He sends his “fiancé” on her way without really even questioning where she’s been and then sits and thinks about another woman. 

He’s got to be close to catching a clue! If only he didn’t emotionally destroy Eda every time he freaks out. 

Anonymous said: i think it's hard for most people to watch serkan be "robot-y" after sooo many episodes of him evolving and growing and being in love with eda.. but i remember back to the first episodes and there are times and moments where he IS harsh with her there too.. they would have a close moment and then the next day he would be ice cold.. the same things happens now.. he has always, even back then, fought himself falling in love until he couldn't any longer and felt like he was actually losing her.

Yes! This is Serkan circa episode 3 when he freaked out and was a total and complete asshole to Eda. It just hurts so much more this time around. Then Eda, and the audience, could let it roll off our backs because they didn’t have history. Now we have 30 episode of history and love and evolution and it is hella painful to go back to that place again. 

However, it is pretty realistic to his character and the guy we met in the beginning. What’s not entirely realistic is him taking refuge in Selin. But I suppose you take the fact that the last thing he remembers they were together, and forget the reason they broke up is that he was never going to marry her, throw in her trauma, manipulation and brainwashing and here we are at engaged!

Anonymous said: you know i never considered how the show must feel if you binge watched all of it.. i started watching from the 1st ep so it's always been this cycle of waiting a loooong week in between, but it must feel different if you've binged it.. i feel like storylines def won't feel as dragged out and therefore you wouldn't feel as frustrated by how long the plot would take.. like we waited 10+ weeks for edser to get back together but now someone can just breeze thru those episodes lol.

Yes, binging would take away a lot of the pain those of us week to week have felt. I binged through episode 9 and it’s been week to week for me every since. Like I said in that other ask, I like week to week, because I like fandom. I like talking to you all in my ask box and I like content, and having time to digest things and I like following the cast and getting spoilers, but the downside is the PAIN. LMAO. 

Anonymous said: wow, they even stole your caption. so sorry this happened to you , i hope they take it down soon! i know you work hard to create these gifs and posts ❤

This is about the gal who reposted my gifset yesterday. Thank you so much, she did delete it. As I say, I’m more than fine with people using the gifs for reactions and meta and stuff like that, but it’s against every bit of tumblr etiquette (and rules) to repost entire sets as your own. Please don’t do that.

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[mango7889]

The sun was setting on Canterlot, concluding another day at the castle medical office for Nurse redheart. That being said, medical is never to be unstaffed. Redheart had just finished packing up her days supplies and cleaning her work station.she then headed over to check on Aurora, seeing as she would be leaving the clinic in her hooves, and she was still finishing her training.

Aurora was getting her station organized when she heard Redheart start to talk from almost directly behind her.The loud voice made her jump. “I hope you’re ready to take over for the night Aurora. I’ve been training you for the past 8 months, so you should be more than ready. I don’t expect much to be going on, but be prepared for things like guards with sprains or scraps or any other minor injury that Glacial insists on rushing them in here with.”

After quickly composing herself, Aurora spent most of that nodding diligently, adding “yes ma’ams” here and there. She was taking it all in expecting her to go into another one of her rants But she stopped short and simply gave her the keys for medical. Aurora stood up straighter. “I won’t let you down ms.Redheart. When you get here in the morning it’ll be just how you left it, I promise!”

Nurse Redheart squinted her eyes. “Riiight, I’ll be holding you to that you know. I hope you still remember what happened last time you left a mess for me in the morning.” Aurora visibly shivered at the thought.

As Aurora shook her head she noticed Nurse Redheart was already heading for the door. “Good night ms. Redheart! I’ll see you in the morning.” Redheart waved to her as she left the office. With the office now in her hooves and having nothing else to do, Aurora sat back in her chair and pulled out her book, and started reading.

Night passed as uneventfully as Aurora thought it would. She was enjoying it though, sitting back reading while casually taking bites of the cake her sister Eclair made for her shift.

Nice and calm.

The door to medical slammed open as two guards barged in with somepony on a stretcher, bandages wrapped around their face. From the pained moans he was making it sounded pretty bad. Aurora’s eyes shot wide as she jumped out of her skin for the second time tonight. She quickly ran over to her station and waved them over. The guards set the wounded bat on the table. “He’s hurt pretty bad doc. I wasn’t allowed to know what had happened on orders from director Brass Tax. All I know is it’s pretty bad damage to his eye. We were told to leave him with medical and report back.”

Aurora’s mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to process what she was being told. The guards started to walk towards the door when Aurora came back to reality. “W-wait you’re just leaving him with me!?” all she got was a yes ma’am before the door closed behind them. “Oh dammit why tonight while Redheart is out? Oh we’ll just leave you this seriously wounded guy with no explanation of what caused it! It’s fine you’ll figure it out’.”

As Aurora was pacing in circles panicking, the bat pony spoke up. “Miss I don’t suppose you have any painkillers. Not to rush you or anything but this does hurt pretty bad.”

His comment snapped Aurora out of her panic. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get started right away!” Grabbing a nearby by bottle of painkillers, she shook out two pills and grabbed a little paper cup and filled it with water.

Aurora gave him the medication and pulled over her tray of tools and supplies. “ That should help ease the pain while I get started working on your injury.” He took the meds as Aurora cutaway the bandages to see the injury for herself. Getting through the layers of bandage she started to see the part where blood was soaking through. Most of it was around his left eye area, primarily on the eye itself. Once the last of the bandage was carefully removed she was able to take stock of the damage. It was bad. He had a deep gash in an upwards direction that started just beneath his eye and crossed over the eye itself, ending just above the eye. He also had a cut on his cheek that would probably scar but it was the least of her worries. Without even needing to take a closer look she knew his eye would never work again. The cut was incredibly deep, and she could make out parts of the eye that had been completely destroyed.

The work she had to do could not be done while he was awake, that was for sure. “Sir I’m going to need to put you under for this. It’s going to be a while and I can’t have you moving an inch.”

He nodded as best he could. “Got it. The names Nox by the way, and I’m assuming it’s pretty bad?”

As stoic as he was trying to act, Aurora could tell he was feeling nervous and worried. She grabbed the small mask that was hooked up to a canister and placed it over his muzzle. “Don’t worry Nox, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Now just try to relax and let the anesthetic do its job.”

Nox tried to say something along the lines of ‘I trust you’ll do fine, what Aurora actually heard was “Ib truffulduu fiii” before he passed out completely. With Nox fully sedated now she was able to start her work on repairing all the damage to his eye. As her work continued she found that, while the eye was a lost cause, the damage didn’t go any deeper than the eye. The socket was fairly intact with only some light superficial damage. The cut above and below the eye would scar for sure but it would also heal up rather quickly. The cheek cut was a little deep but didn’t pierce it so the mouth was safe. Once the area was clear she stitched up his cheek as for his eye, she had to sterilize it since it was just one big open wound. Once the eye was sterilized and sealed, Aurora put a large patch bandage over it with some antibiotics to keep the area free from infections.

Her work was done at this point, nothing left to do but watch over him and change out his bandage when needed. She only wished she knew him other than just his name. Aurora would usually try and contact friends and family at this point but Aurora figured she’d just have to ask him when he came too.

A little over 2 hours had passed when Nox finally woke up again. Aurora heard the sharp inhale come from him as the painkiller was wearing off. Aurora quickly hopped over to Nox to check on him as she reached him she also got another dose of painkillers and some water in case he needed it.

Nox rolled over to lay down on his stomach rather than on his back. He reached up to rub his eye reflexively when Aurora quickly swatted his hoof away. He looked at her as she blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. “Heh, s-sorry about that, just habit. Um…please don’t rub your eye, I don’t want the stitching to come free. Oh and don’t move your face muscles too much. And don’t lay on your face… Just try not to do much with your face at all really.”

Nox laughs a bit before giving her a much more somber look. “I wanna know though, how bad was it. You mentioning that it’s stitched probably means I won’t be seeing out of this eye again right?”

Aurora sighed. “The eye was completely gone. No matter what I could have tried it was never going to heal. Luckily the wound wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

She paused for a moment before asking the question that’s been eating away at her for the whole process. “I have to ask…What exactly happened? I mean it’s not every day sompony comes in here with a real injury and your’s was really bad.”

Nox giving his neck a rub tried to look anywhere that wasn’t Aurora. “Honestly I can’t actually say. That information is kinda lock and key if you know what i mean. The best I can give you is that I was asking the wrong questions in the right places and not covering my tracks very well.”

Aurora’s eyes lit up a bit. “Oooo, that sounds so cloak and dagger! Are you a spy or…a… Right can’t tell me. Regardless try and be more careful, Nox. If whoever did this was able to do the damage they did they probably could have killed you.”

Despite the pain in his eye Nox tried to ease Aurora’s worry. He gave her his honest attempt at a genuine smile. “It’s not as bad as it looks”

Aurora was trying to prep his replacement bandage she looked over at him with a knowing and worried look. “I’m not sure you’re a good judge of that right now.” She finished readying the bandage and slowly removed his current one. She was happy to see that her work was holding and there was no sign of additional bleeding or infection. With his bandage replaced she figured now was time to ask about friends and family to contact.

Aurora put away the supplies she was using and grabbed a quill with paper. “So Nox, I need to fill out who to contact, friends, family, that sort of thing.”

Nox smiled but Aurora could feel his slight dis-interest in the subject. “Well most of my friends probably already know, or will know pretty soon. As for family, I have a sister named lavender. She’s probably at home so you can send a runner to my address. Don’t bother filling out the space for parents, Mom’s dead and I have no interest in seeing my waste of space father again.”

Aurora felt a little bad from the sting on the way he said ‘father’. “Got it. I’ll send for your sister right away. For now please just try and get some rest.

Things had finally calmed down again. Aurora was now sitting back next to Nox reading her book while he got some much needed rest. Two chapters into her book and Nox sound asleep at this point, things were good.

The door to medical slammed open once again. Aurora jumping out of her chair in a panic and only managing to end up sprawling on the floor. Nox meanwhile jumped to his hooves in a defensive stance. When Aurora looked up she saw a young, wide-eyed, lavender coloured mare standing in the door looking frantic. When she spotted Nox, she let out a gasp before sprinting over and taking him in a seemingly bone crushing hug.

The lavender mare let go of Nox but still kept him in her hooves. “Sweet stars! Are you alright!? What happened!? Who did this!? Are you going to be able to see again!? How long have you been here!? Do..”

Before she could go on Nox gently put his hoof over her muzzle. “Calm down, Lavender. It’s alright! I’m fine thanks to Aurora over there.” Aurora still reeling at the situation, just raised a hoof and waved.

Nox gave a calm smile and continued. “There was a complication with work. Sadly that’s all I can say, and it’s for your own safety. But all you need to know is I’m fine now and it’ll be okay. I’ll be honest, I won’t be seeing out of this eye again. But before you say anything, I knew the dangers of this job before I jumped into it.”

Lavender let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I know you’re okay and that you knew the risk. It’s just..just.” She once again threw her forelegs around Nox but in a much softer hug. Tears started to stream down her face as she cried into his shoulder.

Aurora finally got up went walked over to close the door, giving the two a bit more privacy. She also decided it was best just to go sit back at her desk on the other side of the medical office and read to give those two some time together.

A little while later and Lavender finally let go. Watery eyes looked up at Nox. “Please never scare me like that again. You’re the only family I have left, and I don’t know what I’d do if ever you didn’t come home.”

Nox was softly petting her mane. “Sis you know I can’t promise that…But I can promise to try my very best to make sure that never happens. Remember, if anything like that ever happens to me, Glacial’s already said she’d look after you in a heartbeat.

Lavender clearly didn’t like the idea, but she grit her teeth and nodded. She let go of Nox and walked over to Aurora. “Thank you for taking care of my brother, Aurora. I really appreciate what you did.”

Aurora giggled a little at Lavender’s timid thanks. “No problem sweetie, it’s why I’m here. If you’d like, he’s free to head out with you. Just make sure to keep him balanced until he gets used to only using one eye.”

Aurora then looked over at Nox. “And you, remember to check on your eye in the morning and look for any signs of infection. Also if you start feeling any pain, remember to take your medication. For any other problems, you’re welcome to come right back.” Now dropping her more serious tone in favour of a softer one, she continued. “And please try and take care of yourself out there.”

A swift nod and thanks from Nox and the two of them headed out, leaving Aurora once again in a silent and calm medical office. And a rather messy one now that she looked at it, probably should have been cleaning in the down time.

Aurora was just about to start cleaning when for the third time in that night, or rather unfortunately dawn now, The door swung open. Once again startling the hell out of Aurora as Nurse Redheart flew into the room.

Her eyes scanned the room and then immediately landed on the now prone Aurora. “What in tartarus happened last night!? I hear that an intelligence operative is wounded severely and in your care, the office looks like a disaster, you didn’t feel the need to contact me about something so drastic, AND you’re just laying on the floor!”

Aurora gave a sheepish grin with a look of terror on her face. “U-uh…I can explain everything?” With Nox healed, for the most part, and Aurora getting reamed out by Redheart, things were back to normal once again.

#StoryBonusArt! #AQM #Nox #Aurora #askqueenmoon

[fbwzoo]

Been quiet this week, though I suppose no one’s likely gonna hold that against me, lmao. But thought I’d post an update, 5 days into having Covid & feeling well enough to type this up now. I’ll put this under a cut in case anyone would rather skip it. The tldr is that I’m still feeling sick, but my symptoms are under control with meds, and both of the boys are already feeling a lot better. We got pretty lucky with mild cases! And my roommate luckily seems to have avoided it completely with living downstairs, so we’re really grateful for that. More details under cut. 

I got bad on Wednesday & have been “Sicky of the Day” for the household since then. The boys both were improved a lot that day & they haven’t had any relapses so far. They’re down to just being easily winded/fatigued when up & doing things. Joel got hit in the stomach with it for Monday/Tuesday, and Jack mostly just had a bad meds-resistant headache & muscle aches for a few days. They each had a fever for about a day or so before it broke.

Meanwhile, I got the respiratory symptoms, which has been making everyone anxious. Cough, congestion, chest tightness, trouble breathing, easily winded, fatigue, plus mild muscle aches & a mild fever. Joel and I both tested negative on Monday/Tuesday, but they’re likely false negatives from testing too soon.

We’re taking a massive amount of vitamins that have been recommended for immune system boosting & things that help reduce severity of symptoms - Vitamin D & C, quercetin, zinc, and melatonin to help with sleeping. Plus some Chinese herbs for lung health that one friend sent us, and another friend sent more herbal medicines that should hopefully arrive today. I’ve also been taking Delsym for my cough.

Last night we got a scare because the Delsym wasn’t lasting the full 12 hours between doses, and my breathing started getting difficult again, which set off a panic attack. Breathing trouble + panic attack = scare everyone in the household! Oops. We did a televisit & I got prescribed a Z-pack (steroids) & another cough medicine, but the doctor was worried enough that he said we should get a pulse oximeter last night instead of waiting for the one Jack ordered to arrive today. If my oxygen was low, it was ER time. 

Joel ran out & got the pulse ox, plus a vaporizer with menthol tabs. My oxygen was 97%, which is fine, so that calmed everyone’s anxiety. I still feel bad for the very poorly timed panic attack, but at least we didn’t waste money on the ER, I guess. 

Anyway, we picked up the meds this morning while out to do my second test (which was pointless anyway - my work’s covid pay expired at the end of 2020. :| Bc our government is too busy stuffing white supremacists up their assholes to pay attention to pandemic relief). They’re helping a lot already & I was able to take a nap, from which I woke up soaked in sweat - apparently I did have a mild fever, which broke! Very strange to be hot after being cold for 2 days.

So yeah. It’s been a very long, strange, and crappy week. But we definitely got lucky in terms of severity, and impact on our jobs. And the knowledge & ability to stock ourselves with a massive load of various medicines & vitamins to fight symptoms and help our bodies fight this shit. So overall - Covid fucking sucks, WEAR YOUR MASKS!!! But we’ve gotten lucky with our encounter with it & we know that very well. Sending love to everyone else who’s had to deal with this shit in one way or another. ♥

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[selenaurrr]

Lost Without You

REQUESTED: @puff822​ PAIRING: Matt Casey x Reader WARNING(S): None

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‘Ambulance 61, person injured. 725 Grand Avenue.’

Sylvie tapped her fingertips on the black steering wheel as she drove down a couple of streets, “I’m going to guess some tourist ate it on one of those dockless scooters.”

“Hm, oh, wait. 725 Grand?” I sighed, “Ugh, that’s Scanlon. That’s a known Packers bar.” I lightly rolled my eyes. Great, just great.

“And it’s football Sunday.” Sylvie moaned, “Ugh, this gonna be ugly.” I exhaled, grabbing a hold of my black radio, “I better call for backup.”

“Ambulance 61 to main. Requesting Truck 81 for assistance.” I spoke, waiting for a reply back from dispatch, “Copy that.”

“Ugh, oh, god.” I muttered underneath my breath, as we the ambulance pulled up outside of the bar.

“Dispatch Truck 81 to your location.”

I climbed out of the passenger seat and quickly shut the door behind, grabbing a hold of medical bag, meanwhile trying to dodge around a few bystanders surrounding the bar’s door. “All right, people, make some room.” I said walking in front of Sylvie, “Come on, get out of the way.”

“Man, that’s too much crazy for me. I’m out of here.” 

I furrowed my eyebrows together slightly confused, but I have heard and seen worst things, I shook my head and continued to make my way towards the bar’s entrance, “All right, you guys move.”

I pushed up the door to see the barter, “Back there.” 

“He said he’s okay, but I’m like ‘No way man, you need help’.” She said moving over down the bar table to show us, “Hey guys. What happened?”I asked.

The young man slowly turned his back away from us revealing the dart that is impaling into his forehead, I gasped. 

“Is it that bad?” He asked, sounding worried now.

“It was an accident.” 

“Was it. Kevin, was it?”

“All right, guys, back up and give us some space.” I said moving pass them, “Kevin threw it at him.” 

“He told me to!” The man shouted upset now, worried about his friend.

“This point is one inch long at least.” Sylvie said holding onto a spare dart on the dart board, I shook my head in disbelief, “Oh, well, it’s in there all the way.”

“Oh, could you just take it out please?” The young man said, nervous.

“No, no, no, no, you need a trauma surgeon to remove that it looks like it pierced the frontal sinus, I just hope it didn’t extend into the brain.” I muttered holding onto his neck, “He put a lime on his head and he had me try to hit it like Robin Hood or whatever.” The other man was rambling on, freaking out on what he did to his friend.

“Okay, guys, give us some space, all right?” I asked, turning around to face him for being too close to us as we tried to work on his buddy. “We got to figure out how to cover this dart somehow, so it doesn’t get jostled in transport.”

“I’ve got an idea.” Sylvie said, before leaving for a brief minute or two.

“Just take it out, I’m begging you.” He bickered at me, “At the hospital, all right? We’ll get you there as quick as we can.”

I turned around to see Sylvie has brought back a mental cup, “Oh, that’s perfect, all right. Let’s get some tape...”

“I’m sorry. Ricky. I’m so sorry, man.” I felt his friend grab a hold of me, I tensed up, “Get off of her! Let her do her thing man!” His friend grabbed a hold him, pulling him back away from us. Not before colliding with a group of bystanders in the background, screams and shouting.

An all-out-brawl started to happen, “Hey, guys, guys, guys! Knock it off!” I yelled, backing away from the victim, trying to break up the fight between each and every person in the bar, Sylvie shielded herself in front of barter and the victim.

A blow to my head and I was out like a light.

“Hey, break it up, break it up!” Matt came rushing into the bar, pushing past people, trying his best to break up the brawl.

“Break it up!” He shouted, pinning people against the wall.

Otis came rushing behind him, he took a quick glance over towards Sylvie and the victim, he’s eyes widened, “Whoa.” 

“Back off.” Stella shouted, before getting clock in the jaw by a stranger.

Sylvie quickly jumped in to defend her, “Hey!”

“Hey, hey, I got it. I got. Your job’s over there.” Stella shouted getting back on her feet, Sylvie nodded her head, “Okay, okay, thanks.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no.” She mumbled as he pulled the dart out of his forehead, “Ow.” He groaned in pain, “Ricky!” His friend called out to him as he was rushed out of the bar.

I groaned as I was slowly coming around now, I opened my eyes, it took awhile to realize what was happening. My head was throbbing, I slowly gazed around the room to see the brawl slowly being broken apart, Matt came running over towards me, concerned written all over his face. He crouched down to my level, shielding me from the crowd of people in the background, “Stay behind me.”

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m good,” I shook my head, eyes locked onto his.

“Better get the stretcher.” Sylvie called, holding onto the unconscious man.

“Yep,” I whispered, breaking away from my trance. He held a hand out and I took it, helping me to my feet, “Thanks,” I shyly smiled.

Sylvie and I laid the victim down onto the stretcher, putting a breathing & respiratory equipment over his mouth and nose, so he could breath in the oxygen he was given. The ambulance came to a halt in front of Chicago Med hospital, I opened the back doors of the ambulance and pulled out the silver and yellow stretcher onto the gray cement; Sylvie grabbed a hold of the sides of stretcher and slowly pulled the stretcher closer to herself, as we brought the victim into the hospital building.

I sat in the passenger’s seat staring out of the window, “When you went down like that, I was worried...” 

I glanced over my shoulder, Sylvie and I locked eyes with one another; before she kept her focus on the road in front of her. "I'm okay, I swear." I spoke calmly, trying to assure her that I was fine. 

She pulled up the ambulance 61 into the firehouse, I hopped out shutting the door behind me, Sylvie held the doors wide open for the both of us; she disappeared into the common room where I decided to pay him a visit.

I walked pass a couple of the beds until I reached his officer quarters, I stood there barely unable to knock on his door, I got up the courage to lightly knocked onto his door, "Come on in." He said now fully looking up at me, I shut the door behind me and walked over to where he was sitting on his bed.

I plopped down onto his bed, Matt and I have been long time close friends ever since my first day when I met him, I was new on the job applying to be the new paramedic at the firehouse, just something between him and I connected right there, and he’s always there for me especially when I get wasted on most occasional nights, he’s always one phone call away. Just like I’m always there for him especially on his dark days or nights.

“Thank you for always saving me.” I sheepishly smiled, “I will always step in between you and something like that.” He said turning around in his office chair to face, “You've saved me like a million times before,” He said, licking the bottom of his lips, as he continued to smile. Butterflies roaming around my stomach.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

We held a hare gaze on one another unable to speak to each other. As I sit here, your name’s running through my head. All I can think of is you, all that you do, and the way you look at me. I feel as if I’m in a dream. The blue sky reminds me of your eyes, which gives me butterflies. You have brightened my life, with that handsome smile. If only he knew.

“I don’t want to get all schmaltzy or anything but the truth is I don’t know where I will be without you. I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” I sat there feeling my cheeks turn a shade of red, “God, you always make me blush so damn much.” I whispered getting smiled in returned back.

“I should have told you a long time ago..” I shyly said and then paused for a moment, “Ever since we met I felt myself crushing on you, honestly. ”

The room grew very silent, he sat on his office chair without saying a single word, his eyes were focused intently on me. Knots in my stomach, feeling very overwhelmed. “You know what this was a bad idea. Just forget whatever I said, I’ll save my embarrassment on my own.” I started to ramble off.

I stood up walking over towards his officer quarters door, he grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me back, spinning me on my heels to face him. “All I want is your lips against mine right now.” He looked from my eyes to my lips back to my eyes before he leaned down to kiss my lips. I immediately relaxed. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” He whispered.

Crawling into his lap, I sigh with content, his arms folding around me, warmth filling me, both outside and in. Curled up in his loving embrace, my whole being relaxes, a busy mind quieting, all stress melts away. My head on his chest, I listened to his steady heartbeat, feel the rise and fall as he tranquility breathes, and everything feels safe. 

Gentle caresses brushes away aches, his strong hands reassuring, running up and down my back, as he places a soft kiss on my forehead. There is nowhere else I would rather be, his protective arms reminding me everything is okay, I would be lost without him.

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PARTNERS IN CRIME [fanfic]

Pairing: sarawat x tine

Rating: M (depictions of murder, violence, blood, sex)

Summary: Sarawat didn't do it. He didn't do any of it, despite the evidence being stacked against him. The school, the cops, the victims...everyone was pointing the finger right at him. The only person who believed him was the one person who hated him the most, his combative roommate, Tine.

Tine just wanted a normal college life. Date pretty girls, make some good friends, get drunk, and maybe learn a thing or two if he had time. With Sarawat as his roommate, none of that was possible. Wat was being accused of the unthinkable and no one was on his side. But Tine knew Wat didn't do the things they said he did. As much as he hated the guy, his morals just wouldn't let an innocent person take the fall.

The pair are going to have to take matters into their own hands...work together and solve the crime themselves. However, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions...

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8 // PART 9 // PART 10 // PART 11 // PART 12 // PART 13 // PART 14 // PART 15 // PART 16 // PART 17 //

PART 18 (latest part)

     Tine opened his eyes. Huh. He hadn’t thought he’d be doing that ever again. A stark white ceiling loomed over him. If this was the afterlife, it looked awfully sterile. His hearing finally registered the incessant beeping somewhere near his head. God...he was still alive. This was a hospital. He tried to take a deep breath, steeling himself for the pain that was sure to follow. There was pain in his ribcage, but not as much as he thought there’d be. They must have been pumping him full of painkillers or something.

    He glanced over towards the source of the beeping. All the machines that had successfully kept him alive displayed each and every one of his vitals, his heart rate monitor easily cresting and falling. Well, if the machine said he was alive, who was he to argue?

    A light snoring sound came from his other side, so Tine gingerly tried to shift over to see. Oh...him. Wat’s fragile-looking frame lay crumpled against the side of Tine’s hospital bed, his eyes fluttering as he dreamed, causing his lush eyelashes to shake slightly. Maybe it was the meds talking, but damn if he didn’t look like a goddamn angel.

    He smiled, trying to raise his arm to touch Wat’s hair. The moment his still-bandaged fingers grazed over the man’s head, Wat shot up like he had been electrocuted.

    “TINE!?” Wat yelled. “Tine! You’re awake!?” He tripped over his chair as he tried to run over to the panic button. When he finally made it, Tine could see Wat’s hands were visibly shaking. He struggled to get his fingers on target, finally succeeding in pushing it after a few tries. “Nurse!” He screeched into the little box. “Room 506 is awake! He’s awake!”

    No one responded, but Wat whirled and came back to Tine’s side. Incredibly, he looked angry. Tine had barely been conscious for 5 minutes and already Wat was mad at him. He couldn’t help but smile again.

    “What are you smiling about?” Wat snarled.

    “You.” Tine said simply. His voice sounded weak and unused. How long had he...been gone?

    Wat looked taken aback, his mouth hanging open a bit. Before he could recover, a team of hospital staff entered the room. “Mr. Teepakorn, how wonderful to see you awake.”

    Tine blinked. “Have I...how long have I been asleep?”

    The doctor looked at her clipboard. “Today’s your 9th day here.”

    9 days? 9 whole days? Tine looked back at Wat. “Yeo…?”

    Wat rolled his eyes and sighed. “He’s in jail right now, awaiting trial.”

    He immediately felt his body relax. “Mr. Guntithanon,” one of the nurses addressed Wat. “If you don’t mind, we have some things to do here.”

    A bit flustered, Wat stepped away from Tine’s bedside. “Oh, of course. Sorry.” Without thinking, Tine reached out to grab Wat’s sleeve, preventing him from walking too far. Eyes gentle, Wat looked down at him. “I’ll be right outside, okay?” Tine nodded, finally letting him go. “Besides, I’m not done yelling at you yet.” With that, Wat schlepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

    Not wasting any time, the nurses went about checking his monitors and getting his bed re-situated so he could sit up a bit. The doctor, meanwhile, took a seat in Wat’s chair. “So, Mr. Teepakorn...mind if I call you Tine?” Tine shook his head and the doctor smiled. “I’m going to go over your injuries, okay Tine?”

    “Was I...going to die?” He asked, his voice barely audible.

    The doctor looked serious. “You lost a lot of blood, Tine. Thankfully, you did make it to the hospital in time and we were able to give you several blood transfusions. After that, your condition did stabilize.” She didn’t sugarcoat anything and Tine felt a chill go up his spine. Had he really been that close to never seeing Wat again? He had resigned himself to that in the moment, of course. But hearing it again now that he was thinking clearly was an unpleasant reminder. “You wouldn’t open your eyes, but your brain function was normal so we had hope. As you may know, every day that passes without someone waking up means the probability of them  ever waking up goes down.” Tine gulped. “So, Mr. Teepakorn, for the sake of your boyfriend out there, I wouldn’t recommend getting into this kind of trouble again.” The doctor scolded, but her tone wasn’t harsh.

    Tine blushed. “He’s not, I mean, we’re not...um, did he tell you that?”

    The doctor laughed with amusement. “No, but I’m not blind. Who else would stay here day and night even after all your other friends went home?” Tine felt guilt twinge in his heart. “Any little movement or change in you and he would be beating down the doors of the nurse’s station. I mean, for christ’s sake, he even volunteered to change your bed pan.”

    “Oh my god!” Tine exclaimed, slapping his hands over his face, but the doctor just kept laughing.

    “If he’s not your boyfriend, then I would suggest rectifying that ASAP." She smiled gently for a moment longer and then fixed her expression back into serious mode. “Well, everything looks good here, Tine. We’ll keep you for another day and then get you sent home for more rest. Luckily, your ribs were only cracked and not entirely broken and since you’ve been imobile for more than a week, that’s mending quickly. All your other wounds are healing nicely as well, so we’ll just need you to stop by every other day for fresh dressings, okay?”

    Tine tried to process all her instructions, nodding incoherently.

    Picking up on his lack of understanding, the doctor smiled again. “I’ll leave the instructions with Mr. Guntithanon since I think he’ll be taking good care of you.”

    Before he could protest, the doctor and her nurses headed to the exit. A moment later, Wat slipped back into the room. “What’d she say?” He asked, his eyes flitting over Tine’s face.

    “She said…” Tine stuttered, turning the doctor’s words over and over again in his head. Day and night Wat had been by his side, she said. “I can go home tomorrow probably.”

    Wat sighed with relief. “Okay. Don’t worry, Tine. I’ll take good care of you at the dorm, okay?”

    Tine shook his head. “You don’t have to.” He said reflexively.

    Wat narrowed his eyes at him. “Oh?” He sneered. “Well too bad. You’re stuck with me.”

    “But…!”

    “Drop it, Tine.” Wat said with steel in his voice. “This isn’t up for argument. You’re done playing the hero. You’re done taking the hits, done tying your own rope. Do I make myself clear?”

    Tine nodded, shutting his mouth tightly.

    “Good.” Wat’s smile returned and Tine breathed again. “Now, the guys are all on their way over here because they made me promise to call them the minute you woke up.”

    “Are they all okay?”

    “Oh totally.” He spoke nonchalantly. “Barely a scratch on them, honestly. That thick skin finally served them well, it seems.” Shrugging, he continued, “Can’t say as much for the other guys, though. Ohm and Phuak kicked the living shit out of them.”

    Tine felt a small smile spread across his lips.

    Wat hesitated before speaking again. “I also called the cops…” Tine looked up at him and Wat held up his hands defensively. “Apparently, legally we have to. They need to talk to you about what happened for the trial. You are the star witness, of course.”

    Trial. People like Yeo got trials. He almost laughed. “Great legal system we have, huh.” Tine said bitterly.

    Knowing what he was thinking, Wat clasped Tine’s hand. Their eyes met and Tine felt a burning in his chest. Being knocked around and having his skull rattled hadn’t changed his feelings about Wat one bit. Thank god. “I’ll be by your side the whole time, okay?” Not trusting his voice, Tine nodded quietly. “Just a little more and this will be over for good.” He gave Tine’s hand a squeeze and Tine felt his heart tighten. He knew. Now he knew. When they were alone, really alone...Tine had something he needed to say. He wouldn’t miss his chance this time.

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