it also stands for the doctor

TNT announced Wednesday that the Tony-winning Hamilton star will lead the network’s adaptation of Bong Joon Ho’s original film, which starred Chris Evans, Ed Harris, Tilda Swinton, and Octavia Spencer. Scott Derrickson (Doctor Strange) will direct the show’s pilot and act as an executive producer along with writer and showrunner Josh Friedman (Avatar 4, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles), Tomorrow Studios’ Marty Adelstein (Prison Break, Teen Wolf), and Becky Clements (Good Behavior, Last Man Standing). Joon Ho, Park Chan-wook, Lee Tae-hun, and Dooho Choi are also executive producers.

Set seven years after an apocalyptic ice age leaves Earth as a frozen wasteland, Snowpiercer will focus on the survivors who “inhabit a gigantic, perpetually moving train that circles the globe,” per a press release. Diggs will play Layton Well, “a prisoner barely surviving the harsh conditions in the tail end of the train. A quiet thinker who spends his days sniffing the industrial-waste-turned-drug Chronole and tending to his cage full of rats, Layton becomes a reluctant participant in a struggle that could upend life on the train.(x)

*low whistle* Go, boy, go.

One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.

I am reading a lot of Humans are weird things recently you know the things about Aliens and Humans. One strange thing is I haven’t noticed that anyone has mentioned anything about how Humans have a lot of extra “Stuff” like we have extra teeth that don’t fit in our jaw and often have to be removed. We have a bunch of useless body parts that we don’t even know what they do like the appendix that CAN just suddenly be like:

“nah fuck you I’m gonna get inflamed and you will die if you don’t remove me”.

We can also survive with only one lung
or kidney just fine. Humans are super weird when it comes to a biological stand point I feel bad for Alien doctors imagine them finding out about human’s appendix, we don’t even know what it does and we can live fine with out it and he can potentially kill us how do we just don’t remove it by standard before it becomes a problem

anonymous asked:

Jamilton hcs?

  • Thomas and Alex play chess against each other and its one of few times they don’t speak, Alex tends to play footsy with Thomas hoping it would distract him. Meanwhile Alex is pretty distracted by how handsome Thomas looks deep in thought
  • They let the other check their work and somewhere in red they have passive aggressive compliments like “wow dipshit you actually know how to get to the point without rambling in your work, good work Alexander” or “Thomas, I’m surprised, one may think you actually cared enough to use that big brain and a thesaurus” 
  • When they walk side by side they don’t hold hands, Thomas crosses his arms when he walks and Ham walks with his hand tucked into Thomas’s back pocket, his eyes on his phone
  • Purposely ruining the ending to the other’s book because they want someone to discuss it with already
  • They talk watching their shows together VERY seriously and spend hours debating on the show
  • Alex watches Thomas ramble on for hours, which is unlike him, over some detail he missed and breathes “I love you”. OF course Thomas doesn’t hear him
  • James is fine with Jamilton as long as Alexander stops picking a fight with their other friends (Monroe and John Adams)
  • James is really the only Thomas friend that Alex can stand and its only because Alex and James are both young geniuses; Alex also refers James to a better doctor (Angelica) for his on and off colds
  • Thomas composes a piece of violin music which is fast and very complex, Alex asks him what its called because he’s been playing it over and over again and Thomas very naturally says “Harmony du Hamilton” he plays it when he’s nervous and needs to exhaust his nerves

Hello there!

First of all I hope everyone has a nice new year! Hopefully a better one then mine. In these days life is trying me really hard. I still didn’t had a luck with the job hunting, didn’t called me back from nowhere and I need to pay the rent in the next week, so they won’t kick me out, and for food. And to add to my luck, in the days I figured (mostly my body did), that I am allergic to something, and it’s affecting my body reallly badly (for 3 days I couldn’t stand up).

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    Being pregnant with Negan's child would include

    Originally posted by snoxhite

    • Him being really exited from the very beginning 

    • Him only wanting the best medical treatment for his and your unborn child and always letting his doctor look after you even when its about something really small

    • Him doing his best to help you through the morning sickness and often sitting next to you, holding your hair and rubbing softly over your back while hating to see you that way and cursing about the fucking shit you have to go through 

    • Him thinking loudly about how your kid will be and look like

    • Him consciously teasing you with weird name combinations out of your and his name for your baby

    • Him telling his men that his and your kid is about to become the best one ever

    • Him laying with you on the bed and talking to the baby in your belly and next to a lot other things also about how much you and him already love it

    • Him being extremely exited when the baby kicks for the first time and wouldnt get his hands from your belly for the next time just waiting for the next kick

    • Him amused ascertaining that in a few months he’s actually a motherfucker, only to get slapped on the chest by you before you laughing shake your head about him

    • Him laying in bed with you while holding you tight and stroking over your belly 

    • Him telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is to have you both

    • Him bringing back clothes, furniture and toys back from runs for the baby and showing it all to you while becoming more and more exited  

    • Him being even more protective than normally and always having an eye on you

    • Him accompanying you to every appointment with the doctor and getting especially exited when it comes to the ultrasound-appointments, where he sits next to you, holding your hand and looking fascinated at the display 

    • Him telling the doctor to not tell him the gender of the baby because he wants you both be surprised and also because he wants to be able to philosophy even more about it

    • When you’re in the final weeks of the pregnancy him leaving you almost not alone and becoming next to exited also pretty nervous, even when he does everything to not show that in front of his men

    • Him getting you every kind of weird food combination you want while laughing his ass off when you come up with some new combination

    • Him getting you pregnancy clothes and literally everything else you need and doing everything to make you feel comfortable

    • Him giving you back massages and even more ones when your belly becomes heavier and your back suffers

    • Him cooking you everything you fancy at the moment

    • Him bragging before his men about you being the greatest woman ever and no one but him will ever get the chance to get a woman like you pregnant

    • Him keeping Lucille close to the bed because he wants to able to protect you both and him immediately grabbing it whenever he hears a suspicious noise in the night

    • The days before the enumerated birthday, him becoming even more exited but also really tensed and beginning to deeply worry about what could happen or possibly go wrong

    • Him trying to not show it to you to not make you uncomfortable or nervous

    • When you begin to get contractions him directly getting you to the doctor and staying by your side the whole time

    • Him doing his best to stand by your side and willingly letting you squeeze the living hell out of his hand while doing his best to stay calm even though he hates to see you being in such pain

    • As soon as he sees you and your baby together, he would sit down next to you and watch you both realizing once again that you theres never gonna be something more important than you both to him and being overwhelmed with happiness especially when he gets to hold your baby

    @dasani-saraai @myrabbitholetoneverland

    Chapter 93 Thoughts

    This chapter scores the winning combo of being info heavy but not slow. Saying that there are a lot of points to mull over is an understatement. Long post incoming.

    Main plot things:

    • Everyone in the world considers the titan powers to no longer be absolute. 
    • Zeke is definitely up to something that does NOT have Marley’s best interest in mind.
    • Armin & Eren have (supposedly) been destroying and/or confiscating Marleyan ships over the course of 3 years. 
    • Ackermans are titan-related science experiments gone horribly right.
    • Ymir’s fate confirmed.
    • There’s a 9th shifter out there yet to be introduced.
    • Memory inheritance is iffy and not exclusive to the coordinate.
    • Reiner’s suffering goes above and beyond near death experiences.
    • Falco isn’t disillusioned by life as a shifter, but is now a contender for inheriting the Armored Titan…as a way to protect Gabi. 

    If the first two chapters of this volume served to lay the groundwork, then this chapter is the one that really starts creating something. Whatever this is shaping up to be, I know one thing for certain. 

    I am hyped

    Keep reading

    John is almost finished with his latest blog entry, when Sherlock suddenly calls for him from the kitchen.

    “John. John!”

    John sighs and stands up. He turns around, and there’s Sherlock, holding his hand and grimacing.
    John frowns. “What happened?”

    “I slipped with the knife,” Sherlock says and shows him his hand. John can see blood. It comes from a not so superficial gash near Sherlock’s thumb. He shakes his head. “Are you always that clumsy in the kitchen? Come on, sit down. I’ll bandage that.”

    He quickly fetches his bag and when he goes back to the living room, Sherlock sits in his chair and looks at the wound in his hand with a frown.
    John sits opposit of him and takes an disinfectant out of his bag.
    “Give me your hand.”

    When the cold spray hits Sherlock’s skin, he gasps and looks at John accusingly. “It burns,” he says dryly.

    John grins. “Yes. It does. That’s normal.”
    He begins to bandage the wound.

    Sherlock observes him silently.

    When John looks up from the now bandaged wound, he looks directly into Sherlock’s eyes. For a moment, it’s like he can’t move. He stares into Sherlock’s eyes, which are pale silver with speckles of blue today, and he feels a bit dazed.
    I wonder if our life would be different, if I said or did something different at Angelos back then …
    He doesn’t have this thought for the first time.
    Actually, he thinks about such things very often.
    He can’t prevent it from happening.
    But it’s pointless and you know it.
    It’s …

    “John,” Sherlock says. It sounds a bit confused.

    John swallows. He forces himself to smile. “You can go on now with … what were you actually doing in the kitchen?”

    Sherlock inspects his hand and says casually, “I’m cooking, obviously.”

    John blinks. He’s surprised. “You can cook?”

    Sherlock looks at him like he’s a bit insulted. “Of course I can. But until now I didn’t see a reason to do it. It’s always a bit tedious.”

    John blinks again. “But why … today?”

    Now Sherlock’s look is definitely an annoyed one. “John. Did you forget your own birthday?”


    “No,” John says slowly.

    But yes, he almost forgot it. Well, it’s not really a special day. Not anymore.
    Harry didn’t phone him. And the rest of his family pretends that he doesn’t exist anyway. Maybe Mike will phone later. But until now, nothing has happened to remind John that it is his birthday.

    Sherlock sighs. “Well, it should have been a surprise, since people seem to love surprises immensely, but now I fear I spoiled it with my stupid accident.”

    “No,” John says quickly. “No, you didn’t spoil it, I’m … wow. No one ever cooked for me before. I’m … honoured.”

    Sherlock looks at him for a moment, like he’s checking if John means that serious, then he smiles. “Good. I also bought wine.”

    John blinks.

    Sherlock finally stands up and coughs. “Thanks for your help, doctor. I continue now.”

    “Okay,” John says a bit huskily. “I’ll … wait here then.”

    “Yes. Wait,” Sherlock nods and goes back into the kitchen.

    John remains sitting in his chair and feels very stunned.

    Later, when they sit on the table, with wine and a very good meal - cooked by Sherlock, John still can’t believe it - they talk and laugh a lot. Sherlock pours him wine and asks him if he wants more from the salad. John feels good. He feels happy.

    And when they’re finished, he says, “That was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

    Sherlock’s smile, both a bit shy and proud, makes his chest glow and his belly tingle.

    He realizes, that he doesn’t need more in his life.
    He realizes, that he’s truly in love.

    Imagine You Have a Rare Disorder

    You’re a sophomore in college when you start noticing some odd changes.Every month, about two weeks after your period, you’re easily distracted, especially by men. A professor’s cologne in the hallway can send you into a wild daydream that makes your cheeks flush and pupils dilate. As a conservative girl saving yourself for marriage, you’re worried, so you make an appointment with a counselor. The counselor reassures you that feeling more easily aroused during ovulation is perfectly normal.

    Month by month, the symptoms gradually get worse, but you do your best to work around them. You start packing several extra pairs of panties in your schoolbag on “those days,” because by mid-morning, you’ve soaked through the originals and are paranoid about the smell. You drop an art history class because the male anatomy on display makes you lose all concentration; you avoid the gym two days a month for the same reason.

    * * *

    By the middle of your junior year, your symptoms have worsened drastically. Not only do you get wet and flushed at the slightest suggestion of testosterone, but thanks to your hypersensitive clit and lips, you’re also prone to spontaneous orgasms. Thankfully, there is usually at least a second or two of buildup, which enables you to brace yourself and disguise the climax when in public. But with each new cycle, your orgasms are triggered more randomly, and they’re becoming longer and stronger.

    You eventually figure out that you can stop having orgasms at inconvenient times… if you release the tension yourself, at regular intervals. So when you feel the onset of your heat, in addition to extra panties, you pack a massive vibrator and spare batteries. (You try using a more discreet one at first, but you seem to build up a tolerance to it; it isn’t long before you’ve upgraded to the biggest one on the market.) Whenever you get a chance between classes, you run to the nearest private washroom and unwrap the silicone savior with clammy, shaking hands. You can’t rip your panties down and shove it in fast enough. You brace yourself on the edge of the sink with your left hand, convulsing again and again as you thrust the vibe into yourself with your right, panting like a bitch in heat, exploding with fluid nearly every time, fluid that somehow never runs out, fluid that streams down your hand and thighs and soaks your jeans and puddles on the floor until your body finally gets what it needs. You clean your vibrator as well as you can, touch up your makeup, and make the most of the few hours of freedom that follow.    

    After hitting rock bottom in your parents’ bathroom over Easter weekend, you finally put your denial aside long enough to do some research. As you feared all along, none of this is normal. Not even close. You see a GP, who refers you to a series of specialists.

    The invasive examinations inevitably cause you to dig your nails into the paper and climax violently. Each doctor awkwardly asks if you’d like to reschedule, but you beg them to keep going, to find out what’s wrong.

    * * *

    It turns out that what’s wrong is your ovaries.

    Or rather, your extra ovaries.

    As the MRI scans show, you currently have three pairs of full-sized ovaries, plus at least a dozen more pairs of varying sizes, all growing rapidly. This steady but dramatic escalation in fertility has been causing you to get increasingly high on your own hormones each month.

    The doctors believe that a genetic mutation is probably involved, but agree that in the short term, the ovaries will need to be surgically removed before your symptoms get any worse.

    Unfortunately, the only surgeon qualified for this procedure is booked solid for another month. The doctors estimate that you will have a fourth pair of functional ovaries by then, so your next ovulation – due in three weeks - is likely to be even more intense than the last.

    “It is absolutely essential,” intones the gynecologist, “that you use birth control responsibly in the meantime, and ideally that you refrain from sexual intercourse of any kind.”

    “I’m abstinent by choice,” you reply proudly. “I may need to physically… handle… my urges, but when it comes to guys, I can control myself.”

    “Ah… well, even so,” the neurologist says, frowning, “You can’t afford to take any chances in your condition. Even if you’ve stayed out of trouble so far, your hormones have already caused serious behavioral changes over the past year. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I highly doubt that your purity ring will stand much of a chance once that fourth pair matures.”

    “And if you get pregnant during this kind of ovulation, we’re looking at guaranteed multiples,” warns the obstetrician. “You don’t need that on top of everything else. Incidentally, we’ve also detected some other hormonal and physical abnormalities that may have repercussions on pregnancy – we’re still waiting on those tests. So for those reasons, you really need to do everything in your power to prevent impregnation for the time being. Okay?”

    The other doctors concur. They prescribe a birth control pill, sedatives to calm your nerves during your next ovulation, and a morning-after pill (“in case something happens”). They also recommend that you employ female supervision, and perhaps even physical restraints, to keep you from having sex with a man before your surgery.

    After your appointment, you go to the pharmacy and buy the sedatives, but you crumple the other prescriptions into a ball and toss them in a trash can. Birth control? Plan B? Restraints? How dare they. You’ve gotten this far without their condescending advice. Your body may have betrayed you, but your virtue has been unflagging through it all.

    And it won’t let you down now.

    * * *

    In the days before your next heat, you get ready. You fill your studio apartment with food, water, vibrators, and batteries. You get a vague doctor’s note from a clinic and reschedule an exam. You plan to take a double dose of sedatives as soon as you feel your time coming on, which will hopefully make the physical distress more manageable.

    You’re a little nervous, but you’re sure that if you stick to the plan and stay indoors, everything will be okay.

    * * *

    …You come into heat a full day ahead of schedule, in the middle of the night, your hormones surging and overwhelming you so quickly that they jolt you awake.

    “Ohh… oh God…”

    You fumble for the lamp on your nightstand, manage to switch it on. Your need is already at a critical level; this is happening too fast.

    You try to think. What was it you needed to do? You needed to take… something…

    “Nghhaaahhhhh— oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

    It’s no use, you can’t remember. The plan is gone. All you can think about is filling yourself, now. You yank the nightstand drawer off its rails; the vibrator rolls under the bed.

    “No! Shit! Wh-where… is…”

    As you drop a foot to the ground to get out of bed, your pussy brushes against the edge of the mattress.

    “Ahhhh… fuuuuuuuck!”

    An orgasm rocks through you. You hold on for dear life. This is not how it usually goes. Usually you have much more time before it gets this intense.

    The orgasm drops off, and your desperate arousal instantly returns. Carefully this time, you lower yourself to the ground and grope around frantically for the vibrator. It’s no use; you can’t locate it.

    As if enraged by your failure, the throbbing heat in your hugely engorged clit and lips flares inward and upward, inflaming every square millimeter of tissue between entrance and cervix.

    “Haaaaahhhhhhhhh… oh God! Oh God please fuhh—ooooohhhhhh God…!”

    You’re out of your depth now. Even with your biggest vibrator, you’d be powerless to meet this kind of demand. You’ve never experienced anything like this before.

    And yet, shuddering alone in the darkness, you recognize it. It’s your primal instruction, your absolute purpose. But to overcome your own refusal of it, you need to say it out loud, to hear yourself name it.

    “Need to… m-make…”

    You sob as tears flood your eyes. You try again.

    “I… need to make… babies…”

    Your innermost Truth is so beautiful, so simple. You want to kill yourself for denying it for so long. But if you do that, your babies will never grow inside you, will never be born. And that would be a thousand times worse that death.

    Lurching to your feet, you manage to soothe yourself slightly by murmuring your Truth under your breath. It’s the only thing that gets you from your bed to your door without collapsing.

    Need to make my babies. Oh my babies, oh so many, oh so big and strong. My babies. They’re going to grow so strong, so big, so many, so many, so many, my beautiful, precious babies.

    You find yourself going down the hall. Your body leads the way; your mind follows by quite a distance. Even so, you know where you’re going, because it’s the only place that exists anymore.

    The apartment next door, where the young male lives.

    * * *

    There’s light under his door – he’s a night owl. You knock. No answer. You knock again.


    When the male sees you in his doorway, his look of annoyance turns to shock. You’re wearing a threadbare t-shirt that accentuates your erect nipples. A gold crucifix pendant. No panties.

    Before he can say a word, you shove a hand down his boxers. Just the sight and smell of the male should have caused you to climax immediately, let alone the warmth of his thick member, but your adrenaline-fueled sense of purpose buys you some time.

    Staring up at him with your hugely dilated pupils, you manage to communicate some of your Truth as you stroke him hard, but you can feel your furious need surging once more.

    “Y-you… you need you to fffuck me and put… put you cum-m in… ahh— inside me. Right now-ohhhhh. Ahhh—f-fuck. I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, but it’s just–haaahhhh… shit… listen… y-you need to fuck me after this bec-auunhhhaaahhhhse… haaaaah… becauss’ I need to get so fucking ­big I can’t move… and I… I need… my… my… my precious babi— oh! Oh God!-AAAHHHNNNN—!!!” You barely have time to pull your hand away and throw both arms up against the doorframe before an orgasm seems to electrocute your entire body from within. You feel more liquid than ever gush out of you, and your vision blurs.

    When the world comes back into focus, you look up to find abject horror in the male’s eyes. But it doesn’t matter; you know without even looking that his cock is hard as iron. You stumble past him into the flickering light of his TV. There’s a beat-down, stain-covered couch against a wall. You kneel, facing backwards, on one of its filthy cushions, gripping the seat back for dear life with both hands. Then you raise your ass and display your throbbing wet entrance to the male. You pray silently, feverishly, not daring to look behind you.

    My babies. Need to feel my babies and grow them and make them, so many, so big and so strong and so precious. Please God, please God, I need my babies, my babies, oh please… fuck, fuck, why isn’t it in me yet? Why isn’t he filling me with my babies? Please, please, I can’t take this anymore…!

    But just as you’re about to turn around, you feel big, warm hands on your hips, and finally, finally, the male plunges into you.

    * * *

    Thanks for reading,
    Body Hostage

    Star City Ninja Warrior

    @spaztronautwriter : “Somebody write me the Mayor Queen does an obstacle course for charity and the whole city goes nuts AU please and thank you”

    Is this good? Who knows! I like it. Pounded it out in like… 30 minutes? Hope you guys enjoy it!

    Originally posted by oilversqueen

    Months of preparation had gone into this moment. At least, for Oliver. The event itself “Beat the Odds,” had been in the works for almost a year.

    The Glades Foundation created the obstacle-course style fundraiser to attract donors and raise money for the people and various charities that specifically benefit the Glades. People could also bet on the competitors.

    The Glades Foundation President Raina Coppin, a no-nonsense, whip-smart woman had approached Star City Mayor Oliver Queen four months before. The event was having trouble attracting enough sponsors and getting enough press, so she asked the young, eligible, handsome mayor to participate.

    Oliver had agreed. He couldn’t deny the Queen family’s part in the destruction of the Glades. His father’s closing of the steel mill and subsequent loophole in the union contract had left thousands of people high and dry. Oliver felt like it was his duty to do his part.

    Once Raina had Oliver’s okay, she issues a press release.

    Oliver really needed to stop being surprised by the media frenzy that followed him everywhere.

    Now, Oliver was standing in the preparation area psyching himself up. Merlyn Global CEO (and Oliver’s childhood best friend) Tommy Merlyn was also participating, as well as renowned daytime-TV doctor (and Oliver’s childhood… frenemy) Carter Bowen. Ray Palmer had come to Star City from Coast City to participate. John Diggle, Oliver’s bodyguard, also got roped in when Raina visited. There were a few participants Oliver didn’t already know – including Sophie Baker, conveniently a bakery owner in Star City whose favorite hobby was parkour and Crossfit. Oliver was secretly intimidated by her.

    “Okay, everyone! The cameras start rolling in 30 minutes! Hosts are pre-filming some stuff and we’re getting b-roll. Until then, this is our resident tech genius Felicity Smoak to give you all a few reminders,” she said, her dark brown eyes stern but excited. She was in a white pantsuit that set off her dark-brown skin and huge, white smile. She stepped aside – she was wearing heels, Oliver noticed, somehow composed and graceful on the grass.

    Behind her was a woman Oliver never would’ve expected. Most of the filming crew was wearing comfortable clothes, but this woman was just as put together as Raina.

    She was wearing a bright pink dress and turquoise heels. The color combination was a little blinding, and when she waved at the contestants he noticed her glittery nail polish. Her lipstick was the exact same shade of blue as her dress, and when she smiled Oliver was instantly… charmed.

    Oliver was entirely positive he’d never used that word in relation to a woman before.

    “Hi everyone!” she said, her sweet, beautiful voice floating through the waiting tent. Oliver took a few steps closer.

    Tommy nudged Oliver and mumbled something about “nerd hot.” Oliver elbowed him in the side and said murmured, “Pay attention.”

    “You guys won’t have to worry too much about the tech. That’s my job. Just remember to be aware of the cameras. This is televised, after all! But it’s still a charity fundraiser, do try and do a good job. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to win. Though, the point isn’t winning. But – ”

    “Miss Smoak?” Oliver said, entirely unaware of when he decided to open his mouth. “Mrs. Coppin said something about instructions.”

    “Right,” she said, her entire face flushing as she glanced at Oliver before biting her lip. Oliver tried not to stare at her like he’d been struck dumb.

    “Anyway, just do your best and have fun! And this is a family-friendly fundraiser, so if you do badly try and keep smiling!”

    Carter grinned his slick, disgusting, smarmy grin and leaned closer to Felicity. “We’ll… I mean, at least I’ll be fine. My CrossFit coach says I’m the best student he’s ever had. And I hiked the Appalachian Trail last year,” he said.

    Felicity pursed her lips and tilted her head. “I read that you hiked three days then dropped out because you said you had altitude sickness,” she mused.

    Oliver and Tommy smirked, unable to hide the expression.

    Felicity immediately flustered. “Oh, I’m sorry! Sometimes I just say the first thing that comes to mind. Anyway, you guys can… disperse, or psych yourselves up or whatever! I’ve said my piece,” she said with a grin.

    She didn’t leave, though. She talked with Raina for a few moments after the competitors dispersed to their own places, but Oliver found himself drifting closer to Felicity.

    “Oh, Mayor Queen,” she said, startling as she turned and saw him there. “I’m sorry about that babble, by the way. And thank you for stopping me. I do appreciate it.”

    Oliver couldn’t help but smile. “There’s nothing to thank me for. You did great,” she said, sincere.

    Felicity tilted her head, but she was smiling. “Well, if you say so,” she agreed.

    “So, how did you get into doing tech for this event? Last I heard, you’d left QC to build your own company,” he said, having remembered her name halfway through her speech. Walter and bemoaned Felicity’s loss often at the dinner table since she’d left. Apparently, QC had offered her a hefty raise and new title, but she’d left it all on the table.

    Felicity looked startled, and she blushed again.

    “Walter talks about you a lot.  He’s still not over losing ‘the smartest person at Queen Consolidated,’” he said, imitating his stepfathers British accent.

    Felicity gasped a little and her eyes widened. She seemed even more flustered than before.

    “Oh, that’s too kind of him. But yeah, I was at QC until about a year and a half ago. Honestly, I was kind of… floundering at first. I had all these ideas but no idea how to achieve what I wanted. I met Raina at a coffeeshop where I fixed her laptop. It had a really, shockingly terrible virus on it, and we got to talking and she had this idea for a charity event and… I wanted to help. I quit QC to take a more active role in the world and this seemed like a great place to start,” she explained, then blushed again. Oh frack, that was so cheesy. I can’t believe I just said that.”

    “No, I understand,” Oliver said, instantly reassuring her. “That’s why I became mayor. I never wanted to be CEO, and this was how I felt I’d make this city better.”

    Felicity nodded, her blue eyes wide behind her two-tone glasses. “I know. I’ve listened to all… I mean, some of your speeches. I can tell you really care about this city,” she said.

    Oliver felt instantly warm and couldn’t stop another smile. “Hey, I know this is kind of sudden, but – ”

    “Okay everyone, places! Felicity, Camera 8 said they needed your help with something,” Raina said.

    Was it Oliver’s imagination that her face fell? She’d looked excited, but maybe it was a general thing. The event was exciting.

    She had to leave, and Oliver went back to Tommy.

    His friend rolled his eyes and laughed. “Dude. You used to have game,” he said.

    Oliver glared. “Shut up.”


    Oliver was done. He’d done it! Across all the obstacles, up the vertical wall to push the button. He, Digg and Sophie had been the only three to manage it, and they posed with spectators and each other for pictures and interviews.

    Felicity stood behind the last camera, a huge set of headphones over her ears and speaking quickly and quietly into the attached microphone.

    Oliver definitely wasn’t imagining her blue eyes trained entirely on him.

    Once it was all over, Oliver walked right up to her and asked, “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

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    anonymous asked:

    Hey can you do RFA's reaction to MC getting hit by a car? I got hit by one today but I'm fine :D

    i know you said you’re fine but. really i. i send you my best wishes that sounds so damn scary? also since this is like… sort of a lighthearted time for me this will be like MC got hit but not much damage?


    • he just starts freaking out before MC can even react to the car itself
    • no no nope no no
    • he’s basically throwing himself at MC’s way 
    • MC sorta stands back up- gosh that hurt- and he’s just
    • bawling
    • MC is a bit scratched up, and maybe in some pain, but Yoosung is acting like they just died
    • it takes a lot to comfort him?
    • he insists MC goes to a doctor because he’s just super shaken and still not entirely sure if what he saw was an illusion or something
    • he can’t even get mad at the driver right away because he’s so damn worried
    • good luck afterwards tho he’s coming for ya


    • her reflexes make her try to shove MC out of the car’s way and she’s late by just a fraction of a second
    • her hands fly to her mouth as she sees MC, landing on their butt on the road as the car halts
    • she drops everything and rushes to MC’s side and helps them up
    • makes sure to ask about a thousand times if anything hurts- are you sure your legs are fine? are you sure you can walk? one hundred percent sure your head isn’t feeling funny?
    • she makes MC sit down for a second before she stands right in front of the car that just hit MC
    • sure, it was a pretty soft hit and MC wasn’t harmed- but that isn’t the point- the thing is, this person hit MC with a car and God knows she isn’t going to let them just drive away


    • his heart literally stops
    • it feels like time is in slow motions
    • car accidents, motorcycle accidents… he absolutely does not have good memories attached to that
    • he tries to run but at the same time he feels like his body is sinking down into the road
    • he falls to his knees- and then, MC sits up, grumbling
    • he can feel his soul flying back into him when MC mumbles some curses as they dust themselves off
    • he’s quickly holding MC, asking in a flurry if they feel ok- he will probably make them go to a doctor later, though
    • but for the meanwhile, he turns to the driver with the angriest look on his eyes MC has ever seen
    • MC has to drag him away before his acting career is ruined by him committing 3rd degree murder right then and there


    • he tosses everything out of his hands and rushes in as soon as he realizes MC has been hit
    • he is phoning a private ambulance within the first seconds as he leans down next to MC
    • MC is just a bitch scratched up- and now trying to calm down Jumin before he calls an helicopter to take them to a clinic
    • Of course, it’s not usual for Jumin to witness a car accident- leave alone have a loved one be the victim- and he can’t remotely calm down
    • his private guards are circling the car that hit MC within seconds, and before MC can even ask Jumin if he’s absolutely sure this isn’t too much, he’s already pressed charges against the driver


    • usually, someone who knows so much about cars would be able to tell it was nothing serious
    • the car model, the low speed, the quick reaction from the driver…
    • but he couldn’t
    • the mere sense of MC being in danger dulled out all his senses
    • usually, his training would make him jump forward and protect- but it’s too late
    • he cries out for MC, loud enough to make people stop and look in concern
    • MC sits up in a bolt, whining about the slight pain of the impact, and then quickly cries out “I’m fine” to Seven.
    • it is in that moment, Seven’s senses come back
    • oh hey that car was going pretty slow huh
    • he and MC look at each other and instinctively laugh
    • he helps MC up, and after MC reassures him they’re ok once more, he starts planning a little “surprise” for the driver, after glancing and snapping a photo of the car’s license plate

    i love how in doctor who all the things that are scary are scary because of the unknown, not because they’re physically horrifyig or appear unexpectedly on screen. you can’t be 100% sure none of these things exist: each minute of your life you may be standing infront of the silence and not remember it’s behind your back, you always have a change to blink and dissapear looking at the weeping angel, you may have vashta nerada hiding in your shadow. you also may not be real, btw. and it’s very scary just because you never know for sure. doctor who is the scariest thing i’ve ever watched in my life.

    “Are you going to just stand there for the rest of the day, John?”

    “Oh no, I’m taking photos, too. What happened?”

    “I miscalculated the intensity of the pheromones I was experimenting with.”

    “Pheromones, eh?”

    “Bee pheromones. Could you call a beekeeper now? This is getting a bit warm. Also, they are beginning to crawl into my shirt.”

    “You’ll need help looking for those later, I presume. Wouldn’t want to leave any in your clothes, would we? And should you get stung, I have a cure for that.”

    “What a selfless offer, doctor. I think I can imagine the ‘cure’.”

    “Good for you.”


    My entry for this month’s @sherlockchallenge: Experiment Gone Wrong

    anonymous asked:

    How would the rfa+v+saeran react if mc got in a really bad car crash?

    Here you go! Hope you like them. 


    • He was riding his motorcycle to clear his head
    • He ran into some traffic, and he figured there was an accident up ahead
    • Because of his small vehicle, he managed to weave in between cars to the scene
    • It was a really bad car crash involving three cars, one of which was flipped
    • He was going to keep driving, but he remember how thankful he was when V came to save him years ago
    • He hops off the bike and goes to save the person out of the flipped wreckage since the cops still weren’t there yet
    • He didn’t expect that person to be you ‘
    • He gets you out of the flipped car as soon as possible
    • He’s so close to tears when he finds you unconscious
    • He doesn’t remember much of what’s happening
    • He keeps calling your name and asking someone to call for an ambulance
    • When it finally gets there, he doesn’t leave your side
    • At the hospital, they had to have guards block him off because he kept trying to force himself inside
    • His emotions finally break down when he sees you’re okay…injured, but okay
    • He’s so careful with you during your recovery, but he doesn’t let you behind the wheel for months
    • He’s so scarred from holding your broken body in his arms


    • He was becoming a vet, but a nearby hospital offered him an internship and he accepted
    • The hours were pretty late that night and things were slow
    • He was finally glad to be able to do something when his superior rushed in and said someone had just been brought in after a bad crash
    • He was briefed on the injuries as they’re making their way to the patient
    • He was wincing internally because they sounded pretty bad
    • When he sees you on the stretcher, everything freezes
    • He turns into a full on doctor mode
    • He’s shouting out orders to the other nurses and doctors
    • They completely forget he’s an intern and not a superior
    • Despite being emotionally connected to you, he’s pouring out everything he has to keep you alive and out of pain
    • When it’s all over, he just spends his break in your room
    • He’ll hold your hand while you’re sleeping, still on edge, but happy that you’re alive
    • He still treats as his patient though, and the nurses won’t go against him
    • When you finally wake up, he’s so relieved that his body just shuts down
    • After making sure you’re okay, he ends up falling asleep
    • No one moves him, but the staff starts telling you about what he did and you’re just so touched


    • You had said you were only going out to pick something up from the store
    • It’s been two hours since then
    • She thought you went out to meet another member spontaneously, but she didn’t see you in the chat at all
    • So, she tries calling once….twice….it’s now her seventh time
    • She starts getting worried
    • She’s just about to have Seven track your phone when she gets a call from the hospital as your emergency contact
    • They tell her some vague details on the phone about some car crash
    • She’s frazzled but she quickly makes her way over
    • She’s really shaken up seeing you on a hospital bed with all the IV’s and tubes trying to keep you alive
    • She barely goes home after that, getting most of what she needed when the RFA members would drop things off for you two
    • You’re not conscious, but she talks to you still
    • She’ll sometimes read the texts from the messenger or just talk about memories
    • A few days later, you actually respond to one of her comments
    • She jumps up and is about to hug you, but remembers your injuries
    • So, she’s just blabbering on about how happy she is with tears in her eyes
    • When you finally are allowed to leave the hospital, she insists you try to go together to run most errands


    • Normally he doesn’t pay much attention to the TV in the office
    • But there’s a live coverage of a really bad car crash downtown
    • For some reason, he has this sick feeling in his stomach when he sees the mangled up cars
    • He picks up his phone and calls you, but you don’t pick up
    • He tries to reason his worries away
    • After all, you haven’t driven your own car in awhile, and Driver Kim mostly drives you during the day
    • Just to soothes his nerves, he calls Driver Kim to ask about you
    • To his horror, the man replies that you refused his services, opting to drive yourself because it was a nice day
    • Jumin rushes out of the office without leaving so much as a notice to Jaehee
    • When he gets to the hospital, they let him in right away to see you
    • At that point, you were stabilized and awake
    • He rushes to your side and gently grabs your hand
    • He’s pressing kisses to it while asking what happened, but he doesn’t let you answer because he keeps talking
    • He’s just so on edge and both worried for your injuries and relieved that you’re okay
    • You finally have to cut him off at one point
    • When you’re done explaining, he scolds you for not going with Driver Kim
    • For a few long months, Driver Kim isn’t allowed to accept your refusal without Jumin’s okay
    • It takes you awhile to convince him otherwise


    • He was in the car with you when it happened
    • You wanted to drive your car since he had a headache earlier
    • You two were just returning home late one day and out of nowhere a drunk driver sideswiped your car
    • You tried to lessen the damage, but the driver hit the car so hard the car flipped a few times
    • The drunk driver sped off, leaving you two on the side of the road
    • Seven sees you all twisted up and crying out in pain
    • He’s so concentrated in getting you out and crying out for someone to call for help
    • When the ambulance comes, they almost have restrict him to his own stretcher
    • Despite screaming out that he’s fine and trying to get to you, they insist on the procedure
    • It isn’t until your gingerly reach out and grasp his hand in the ambulance does he calm down and realize his own gash on his head
    • He can’t stay calm knowing you’re more hurt than he is though
    • The second they clear him, he’s rushing to your room
    • He’s crying when he sees all the bandages and IV’s on you
    • He keeps apologizing, saying it was his fault because he gave you wrong directions
    • You’re really weak, but you still try to tell him off for blaming himself
    • It gets so bad that he’s even refusing treatment for his own injuries because he doesn’t want to leave your side
    • You have to intervene and call Yoosung to physically drag him out of the room for treatment
    • When you’re both released, he’s a little better
    • But he doesn’t let you drive anywhere for months
    • And you even notice he doesn’t drive himself unless he has to


    • It started out as a normal day, but then it quickly got odd
    • He realized his twin was taking extra long on his “shopping trip” which seemed to arise out of the blue
    • And the RFA members were speaking very strangely in the chatroom
    • To make it worse, you seemed to be ignoring him
    • Finally, he gets fed up and calls Saeyoung, demanding to be told what’s going on
    • He feels dread quell in his stomach at the hesitant sigh over the phone
    • Saeyoung tries to be gentle about the news that you had gotten into an accident, but all Saeran hears is that you’re at the hospital and he’s out the door
    • He sees everyone was already there, and it just makes him angrier
    • But at the point, he’s more worried about you
    • You’re awake, but a little groggy, when he sees you
    • He’s too much in shock to really say anything, so he just holds your hand for a long time
    • The doctor comes and explains what happened
    • Saeran feels guilty for thinking it, but he can’t help but feel mildly happy that the person at fault for the crash was worse off than you
    • He’s so gentle with you as you recover, and when you’re well enough to stand, he pulls you into a gentle hug
    • While he seems okay on the outside, he’s so scared of losing you without him knowing like that
    • He’s ten times more attentive to you
    • He also doesn’t speak to his brother or the RFA members for awhile, considering they hid it for so long


    (He can see in this one)

    • You two had planned to meet up after work at some cafe downtown
    • He’s waiting by the window and suddenly hears a loud crash
    • He already is frazzled by the magnitude of the accident
    • He’s even more horrified when he sees your car being in the middle of the chaos
    • His phone is out and he’s calling for an ambulance while stumbling to the crowd towards you
    • He’s in his right mind enough to make sure you get into the ambulance and that he gets there
    • But once he’s at the hospital, he’s asking so many questions to the doctors as they prepare to treat you
    • After the procedures are all over, he’s the first one in your room
    • He’s pretty calm at first, asking if you’re okay
    • But a few days pass, and you can tell he’s still worried
    • While he won’t restrict you from driving anywhere, he does ask that you text him when you get to wherever your destination is from  now on

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    Erotic Porridge

    A short, random piece in honour of the woman who tried to set me up with her son today. He was cute, though, so…

    Summary: Euphemia Potter thinks her doctor needs to go on a date with her son. Muggle AU, Lily is a doctor AU, Mum sets them up AU (are these things?)

    The title of this story, by the way, has absolutely nothing to do with the content – I saw this phrase somewhere, @professor-riddikulus​ hated it so much that I threatened to write a story and title it “Erotic Porridge.” Because I have no fucks to give, here we are.

    Also here:

    Lily Evans loved, bloody loved, being a doctor. Sure, the hours were shit, the patients could be right fucking annoying, the NHS never had enough fucking money, but at the end of the day, she loved taking care of her patients.

    That feeling, though, is sometimes (usually) steamrolled by the stress that hits her the moment she walks into the door of her surgery at 630, a hour and a half before it opens, because she still has paperwork to finish from the night before, emails and phone calls to reply to, a schedule to check, and doublecheck, and follow-up calls to make for patients that she can’t book in to see her in person.

    She logged into the computer behind the desk at reception, knowing full well that Frank would kick her fucking arse if he came in and saw her at his computer again, to check who she was seeing today. Ugh fuck Mr Johnson tomorrow?! Okay, no Lily, stick to today. We’ll worry about tomorrow tomorrow…

    She’s booked solid, as always, and fuck, Frank leaves early today, but she saw a name towards the bottom of her schedule that made her break into a huge, relieved smile. Euphemia Potter - 1600

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    ‘Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It means life.’ - An Analysis of The Pilot

    I’ve written before about how life-affirming this show was, but finally we have a line that’s pretty much a manifesto for it and the Moffat era in particular. This show has, since I was 12 years old provided me with something I needed. When I began being seriously bullied, it was a respite where eccentricity and outcasts were welcomed, escapism in its purest form. I don’t honestly know what I would do, or who I would be without it. The stories have always saved me when I needed them most. 

    Approaching another difficult period in my life where I’m about to start living as myself and it has done it again. ‘You’re safe in here. You’re always safe in here.’ positions the TARDIS as a safe space in a world where people love to shit on millennials and minorities for needing places of sanctuary. Doctor Who offers that without question without judging us for it.

    Bill’s reaction to Heather’s ‘defect’, a thinly-veiled allegory for her sexuality is in a similar vein. Bill; who is open about her sexuality; refers to it as ‘a star’, which is what causes Heather to open up to her in the first place. Bill is acceptance, something which Heather was clearly lacking in her life, and which is part of why she held on so tight to her promise. A lesser show would have killed her off, but this is not a lesser show. This is a show which lives on affirming hope. Game of Thrones, it is not. 

    Speaking of Bill, the power which women hold over the narrative this episode is crucial, including the absent ones. The TARDIS, Susan (who not coincidentally was left behind because the show in its infancy quite literally didn’t know what do with her, treating her as a Problem) and River being what persuades him to travel with Bill even against his unknown promise is wonderful, but most important is Clara Oswald, whose legacy is to stand up for Bill’s agency and force the Doctor to empathise, to realise what he’s doing is wrong regardless of any reason. It’s also this that shows the Doctor again that he needs someone, someone who calls him out at the right moments. The story begins again. This really is a time for heroes.

    Time and relative dimension in space, it means ‘what the hell’. 

    Medical Checkup

    Part Two

    Summary: Doctor Negan can’t resist one of his patients.

    Word Count: 2819

    A/N:  I really hope you enjoy this pure piece of smut as much as I loved writing it. I decided to end it on a slight cliffhanger since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue. If you want me to write a part 2 feel free request one! Also, I would love to read your thoughts and opinions!

    Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Fingering, Swearing, slight Daddy kink? (the word is said once.)

    Tagging: @jml509, @negansoutpost, @warriorqueen1991, @negans-network

    So, I don’t know if you guys wanted to be tagged in everything I write or not, but if you only want to be tagged in ‘Life in her yet’ please let me know!

    I’m also going to tag @jdmfanfiction, I really hope you’re feeling better and if you ever need somebody to talk to, you can always message me! <3

    And for all the others, let me know if you want to be tagged!

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    Doctor!Negan x Jade Graham (pre-apocalypse) 

    Jade carefully stepped out of the steaming shower cabin, a towel tightly wrapped around her slim body. She instantly reached for the bathroom sink to get a little bit more support. Four days ago, she had a much-needed surgery on her left knee cap and now she’s stumbling around everywhere.

    She opened the sliding door to let some of the humidity and steam out and also to not get her leg brace wet.

    Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room and the big, hospital door opened wide. Her towel seemed to be startled by the sudden interruption and dropped to the floor which made her sigh.

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    She knew only someone as kindhearted as you would stand with him when no one else would. She also was aware that you were the only one who could put up with that narcissistic man. Well, you and Wong (partially).

    anonymous asked:

    idk if this is too much but how do the main three deal with their s/o going through a miscarriage? (can be early or pretty late into the pregnancy! or the baby could be stillborn)

    You guys just feed on sadness and melancholy, don’t ya? Hope this brings you to tears! ^-^


    • Some people believe that feeling too much happiness means something will eventually go wrong, and Yuuri was one of these. During the whole pregnancy he was so attentive, sometimes too much.
    • Everyday he woke up and throughout the whole day it would be him following you around all worried.
    • “Yuuri, I can walk just fine!” You giggled. He was so awkward around you, but that’s what made you love him so much.
    • “I just worry.” 
    • Lately you had been having constant lower back pains, sometimes in the abdomen area, and you had been spotting for a week now. You had discussed this symptoms with Yuuri and you both agreed to go to the doctor tomorrow. 
    • You were walking towards your room when you suddenly felt a very strong wave of pain in your lower abdomen. You fell to the floor, your legs giving away to the pain. You screamed out Yuuri’s name, urging him to come over.
    • “Y/N! What’s wrong?!” And that’s when he saw it: Big stains of blood on your pants.
    • “We need to call an ambulance! There’s blood!” When you heard those words you looked at yourself, inspecting to find the blood he was talking about. When you saw it your tears just started flowing out and your screams became much louder.
    • “The baby! Yuuri, the baby!” You were sobbing at this point. You hoped that the baby was fine, but you knew he was gone.
    • When the ambulance finally came to take you to the hospital, time seemed to pass by slower for you. Even though you knew the ambulance was rushing through the street it was still too slow. 
    • “Please go faster. Please save my baby..” You would whisper, hoping that somehow it would magically transport you to the hospital. 
    • When Yuuri would hear you say that he would just grab your hand, hoping to calm you even if just a little.
    • Finally at the hospital, everything seemed to happen in slow motion and every noise became dull. The nurses rushing through, the doctor taking you in. Suddenly everything seemed calm, but there was a strange tension in the air.
    • “I’m sorry. It seems that the fetus had been dead for two to three days already. Did you not notice any symptoms, ma’am?” And that’s when everything came together. The spotting, the pain, and how you could no longer feel the baby kick. It was so obvious, but how could you have not noticed it?
    • After discussing everything through, the doctor left, leaving you alone with your husband.
    • “Y/N?” Said Yuuri while slowly approaching you. His voice quivered, his steps were hesitant, and it was obvious he was trying not to cry.
    • When Yuuri grabbed your hand and kissed it, the emotions just came rushing over. You started screaming and sobbing, Yuuri followed, hugging you tightly.
    • Even though Yuuri felt devastated he was trying to be strong for you. Because even though he was suffering the same loss you had been the one carrying the baby around inside of your body.
    • He just hugged you and let you cry your heart out, giving you small pecks and running his hand through your hair. 
    • After some time passed, you became an empty shell. You wouldn’t get out of bed, you wouldn’t eat, you wouldn’t do anything.
    • Yuuri would try and get you to at least walk around the house, he would cook small meals to see if you would eat a little bit, but his efforts were futile.
    • One day Yuuri just couldn’t take it anymore.
    • “Do you think you are the only one who lost their child?! I haven’t had time to grieve taking care of you! But you won’t even TRY to help yourself!” 
    • “Do you think this is easy for me?!”
    • “Do you think it’s easy for ME?!”
    • Each day you and Yuuri would argue about the same thing. Your relationship was breaking apart.


    • Viktor had just gotten back to the hotel from the gala that had been held after the Grand Prix (in which he won gold). This time he was alone, his wife had stayed back in Russia since he had insisted on her resting as much as she could.
    • When he checked his phone he found that he had eighteen missed calls from you and Mila. He called your phone but the voice that answered was Mila’s.
    • “Viktor! I have been calling you and Yuri so much but you wouldn’t answer and my god I don’t know what to do this is bad really bad you need to come back to Russia NOW!”
    • “Mila! Speak slowly, I couldn’t understand you.”
    • “You need to come back to Russia. Y/N had a miscarriage.” Viktor didn’t have to hear anything more. He quickly threw everything in his suitcase and rushed over to the airport, booking the next flight back to Russia.
    • When he finally arrived in Russia and made his way to the hospital you were at he was a nervous wreck. He rushed over to your room, ignoring the calls from people who noticed who he was. His goal was to see you as soon as possible.
    • When he reached the room and finally saw you, he ran over to you and hugged you. 
    • “Viktor… I missed you” You hugged him back tightly, you needed this.
    • “I’m so sorry for not being here.”
    • “It’s ok. If it wasn’t meant to be then we just need to keep trying, don’t we?” You said, trying to sound confident but the tears started falling.
    • “We knew there was a high chance of this happening so we just… we just need to keep trying.” As much as you tried to mantain a strong expression, it was too much. Both of you were prepared for something like this to happen since the doctor had already told you you had a high chance of having a miscarriage early on in the pregnancy. But actually going through one was terrible.
    • It broke Viktor’s heart to see you like. He wiped your tears away and started kissing your whole face trying to cheer you up.
    • “Just like you said, we will keep trying. When the time comes you will have that baby in your hands. I love you” He soothed while petting your hair.
    • “I love you too..” It was a bittersweet moment, but you knew that this was life and if you fall down you just have to get up and keep going.


    • Yuri was such a caring husband. He would do anything for you, any time and anywhere. Of course you knew that he was treating you extra special only because you were pregnant.
    • If you wanted something and he was in practice, he would just ditch a very angry Yakov and go get it. If you felt lonely, he would ditch a much angrier Yakov and go to you. Eventually Yakov just gave up and told Yuri to take “maternity leave”.
    • The day finally came, your water broke and Yuri became a nervous wreck, running around the house getting all the bags and everything necessary. 
    • “Are you ok? Are you dying?!” He said while driving like a maniac.
    • “Well, I won’t die if you drive slower.”
    • At the hospital you are quickly taken in and let time pass as you dilate. Yuri wouldn’t stop pacing around the room, when you got waves of excruciating pain you would curse Yuri’s existence. In short, even though it was hectic, everybody was excited and patiently waiting for the little baby girl to get here. It was a happy atmosphere.
    • “Ok! You are completely dilated. Let’s push!” And so the very awaited moment came. 
    • You pushed and yelled, Yuri cried a little from his hand being crush. It was such a beautiful moment. After hours of pushing the baby was born. But what everybody was waiting for never came: the cries of your child.
    • The doctors rushed around, trying to revive the poor baby. But every attempt was futile, your baby was dead.
    • “I’m sorry to inform you that your child has passed away. We will give you some time.” You hadn’t really been paying attention to everything that had been going on so when you heard the doctor say that you were confused. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t, your body was too weak. 
    • “Yuri, what did the doctor mean? My baby is dead?” You couldn’t believe it. You turned to look at Yuri to find him over where the body of the lifeless baby was. He wasn’t showing any emotion, he was standing still just looking at it.
    • You kept calling his name demanding to see your child. Yuri looked at you and started crying.
    • “She’s dead. My baby girl is dead!” He yelled, punching the wall. You also cried, feeling frustrated that you couldn’t go see her, feeling heartbroken because you had just lost your baby.
    • After the loss of your baby, you and Yuri relied on each other for support. The both of you would stay together all the time because if you were left alone the thoughts of your deceased child would take over your mind. But as the years passed, it would become easier to cope with the pain. And even more when you were expecting another child.
    • “I miss her. Even though we didn’t get to live with her outside of the womb, I still felt a connection to her.” Yuri said as he lied his head on your lap, letting you play with his hair.
    • “I miss her too. But right now we have to give it our all for our baby boy. We need to make sure it doesn’t happen again” You smiled. 
    • “Your right,” said Yuri as he kissed your belly. 
    • “Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”
    realize o2 [namjoon & you]

    Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

    Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

    Originally posted by toomuchjams

    part one

    After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

    “W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

    “Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

    Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

    “Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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