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Who wants to collectively scream at the whump/angst/trauma I'm currently putting our beloved Tracy Family through?

For every like this gets, I'll post one sentence of my WIP tomorrow... I'll even give you a teeny clue of what it involves 🤫

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24/03/2020

I had intended to write again sooner but unfortunately life has gotten in the way, what with mothers day on Sunday, and then working 10 hour days on Monday and today. 

Life is exhausting at the moment. 

Everywhere you turn everything is all about the virus. 

We had to cancel our Mothers day afternoon tea, it wasn’t worth the risk taking my Nan out. When we went to see her it was a case of waving through the window and leaving her card and flowers on the doorstep for her. 

Mum won’t even let us hug and kiss her now. We live with her and chances are if I get sick she will too, simply because we live in the same house, but it’s her belief that not having any physical interaction with any of us will protect her. It’s hard to describe how much it hurts as someone that has been touch starved most of their adult life to have their one form of physical closeness taken away. 

I think that’s part of why I’m finding this whole thing so overwhelming. 

Monday was hard. Work was exhausting. Head office seem to be slow on putting things in place to protect both us and our clients. We still had people bringing their dogs and cats for routine consultations, things that could wait until all this blows over. I am by no means the head vet nurse of the practice, but everyone comes to me as if I am and asks questions I simply don’t know the answers to. I had a receptionist breaking down on one shoulder panicking that she was going to get sick and die of it, on the other shoulder I had a client crying that we were going to close and asking what would she do when she ran out of insulin for her dog. 

In my view only one of them was justified. A young fit healthy receptionist that lives with her equally young fit and healthy boyfriend, separated from clients by a meter wide reception desk (I measured it) is hardly the highest risk individual in the practice. Winding herself up to a state of hysteria definitely didn’t help. I understand it’s a stressful time, I understand that having clients anywhere near you at the moment must be daunting, but we have to provide a service. Wash your hands, don’t touch your face, calmly ask clients to take a step back if you need to. 

I think the hysteria of the country is half the problem at the moment. That and the fact that everyone wants everything immediately. So many people, including the government, are trying so very hard to prioritise and put plans into action yet it simply cannot all be done overnight. The world doesn't work like that!

Though I may be a slight hypocrite saying that really. 

Because I’ve not wanted anything more than to have some answers. 

The veterinary industry as a whole has been incredibly unclear as to where we stand. 

We have a duty of care to the animals. 

But we also have a duty of care to the public. 

Today we finally got some answers. With the lock down last night the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons said that we should be seeing emergencies only. This morning it was agreed in work that the nurses would triage over the phone, the vets would consult over the phone, and only the most urgent of cases would come in for treatment… anything else could wait until, well, who knows when really?

Most clients are understanding, and I wish I could show them how grateful we are for that! Boosters and neutering and nail clips, whilst required aren’t deemed life threatening to the degree that a road traffic accident, or an epeleptic fit, or a GDV. 

So today has been easier, there’s been some sense of understanding and direction for what happens now until normality resumes. The mental breakdown that was undoubtedly on its way this morning has been staved off for another day. 

There’s still the fact that my family and friends are all distant, wrapped up in their own worlds and lives and distracted away from conversation. That can wait though I guess, the important ones will come back in time, or so I hope at least. 

All this is just temporary and all I can do for now is take each day as it comes, smile for those that need it, and keep my chin up. 

After all, just the rest of this week and then I have half a week off. 

What could possibly go wrong before then?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Okay. I did it. I wrote the thing. Here it is. I’m a slut for Keiko/Yusuke and I couldn’t just sit by and not write this. Damn you, @yyhfanfiction for doing this to me (except not really. I love you). *covers face and blushes because I almost never share my smut*

Read below the cut or on AO3

Summary:

Nothing puts a chesire cat grin on Yusuke’s face faster than coming home to find Keiko masturbating. Prompt Fill for YYHFanfiction’s (tumblr) NSFW Prompt Palooza #38

The night was still. The streetlamps illuminated the abandoned roads. The windows in the shops and houses were all dark. The world was asleep.

Everyone, except Yusuke Urameshi.

He stood beneath Keiko’s bedroom window, his hands in his jacket pocket. A chill breeze rushed through the air, causing Yusuke to shudder.

His mother was out on a bender, who knew where. He’d been sitting on his couch, watching television absentmindedly. He’d been overcome with exhaustion, but was unable to sleep. The apartment felt hollow and empty. The hum of the TV echoed from every wall. He’d been alone. He felt alone.

So, he’d texted Keiko.

She didn’t answer. She was probably sleeping, Yusuke guessed.

Still, that hadn’t stopped him from throwing on his shoes and his jacket and setting out toward her house. He’d wake her up. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d just silently climb into her bed beside and she would wake in the morning to find him there. Maybe he’d just climb into bed next to her, pull her close and finally be able to sleep.

And there was no shame in that. Cuddling was fucking awesome. After all those nights he’d slept alone in Demon World, away from his friends, away from her, curling up next to a warm body was the freaking best. Besides, she was his girlfriend—nay, his fiancé. He was allowed to miss her. He was allowed to want to be with her. Only sad, lonely assholes thought cuddling was lame—probably because they didn’t have anyone.

If Yusuke had it his way, he wouldn’t even have to go out seeking her company. He’d gotten back from Demon World and almost immediately suggested they move in together. She’d hit him with a bunch of lame excuses: She wanted to be married first and she wanted graduate and he needed to get a real job.

Whatever.

But he had his noodle stand, and he had no plans to not marry her, so he supposed he could wait until she finished high school.

Except for tonight. He didn’t want to not be next to her tonight.

Yusuke looked up at her window and nodded to himself. I can definitely climb that, he told himself. He’d initially thought of tossing pebbles against her window like they always did in those girly movies Keiko loved so much, but she’d probably just yell at him and tell him to go home instead of finding it romantic.

Breaking and entering was more Yusuke’s speed anyway.

It didn’t take much effort for him to hoist himself up to the window. Fortune was on his side as the window was unlocked. He wasn’t sure what he’d planned to do if it had been locked, but that was of no importance now.

Quietly as he could, he slid it open. He maneuvered himself over her desk to the floor without making a sound and closed the window behind himself. He stepped out of his shoes and dropped his jacket on the back of Keiko’s desk chair.

Then he turned towards her bed. His eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the dark, so he could just barely make her out. He could hear her breathing though. Long, steady, and deep breaths. It sounded a little unnatural; he thought maybe she was having a bad dream.

But then she sighed and Yusuke stopped cold his tracks. Oh, he knew that sigh.

Yusuke stood as still as a ghost while his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. Slowly, he was able to make her out. Her head was pressed firmly down against her pillow, her eyes closed shut tightly, lips slightly agape.

He could just make out the steady rise and fall of her chest and see where her hands disappeared beneath her blanket.

For a moment, Yusuke thought about leaving. He’d walked in on a very private moment. He asked himself, what would she do if she noticed I was here?

And he had another thought. What would she do if she noticed him?

Yusuke smiled. Either Keiko was distracted enough that she hadn’t heard Yusuke at all or he was even stealthier than he thought. He assumed the former. If she was wide awake she’d have definitely heard him.

He could already feel his cock stiffening in his pants. He inhaled quietly and slowly, trying to relax himself a bit. He wanted to interrupt her, to join her. But not yet. He wanted to watch her, for just a little bit longer. When would he ever get a chance like this again?

Yusuke sank back against the wall, out of the glow of the streetlights from outside through the window. And he watched.

Keiko remained oblivious to his presence; hands still hidden beneath her blanket. She squirmed every once in a while, panting and shuddering as she kept from pushing herself too far. She didn’t want to finish just yet. He wondered what she had on beneath those blankets. Maybe she was naked. Maybe she was wearing that over-sized flannel set she was so fond of and had been too in search of release to bother taking it off. Maybe just a bra. Yusuke’s thoughts drifted back to her, in nothing.

Desire coursed through him and could feel himself losing his battle. Already, he was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. Almost absent mindedly, his hand moved to pop open the button on his pants and he pulled his zipper down. This was not relief enough, however. He reached into his pants. He shuddered as his fingers grazed his sensitive flesh. He grabbed hold of himself and pulled his length from his boxers.

Slowly, he stroked himself, watching Keiko, waiting for the opportune moment to make himself known.

She kicked her blankets away and finally Yusuke could gaze upon her in her entirety. A cotton tank top, damp with sweat, clung close to her skin. She roughly massaged one of her breasts, the hardened peak of nipple was displayed prominently through the thin material. Lower down, her fingers were moving feverishly beneath a patch of curly brown hairs. She was spread bare before him, completely uninhibited, lost in her own world.

Panting, moaning softly, Yusuke could tell she was close now. Her back arched up from the bed; she inhaled sharply before letting out a moan, low and deep. Her hands didn’t stop though. She pressed on.

“Hahhh… ah… Yu… Yusuke.”

The sound of his name broke him. If that wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what one would look like. He pulled off his jeans and tossed them aside. He approached Keiko’s bed swiftly, but silently. He reached out and pressed a hand over her mouth.

Keiko’s eyes snapped open. Yusuke shushed her, climbing into the bed beside her. He didn’t say a word as his free hand sank down between her thighs. She went to protest, but as Yusuke’s hand replaced hers, his fingers beginning to trace slow circles around her clit, any protest she planned to make was lost.

Yusuke uncovered her mouth and Keiko pulled him down into a kiss. She grabbed desperately for his shirt, pulling their bodies together. Yusuke slid two fingers into her and she moaned into his mouth in response. Her head relaxed back into her pillow again. Her fingers curled tightly around his shirt. She arched into him, moaning quietly.

“Yusuke, I’m gonna cum,” she sighed.

Not yet you’re not, he thought as he pulled his hand from between her legs. He rolled her over onto her stomach and positioned himself behind her. He dragged his fingers down her back to her plump rear.

“I ever tell you you’ve got a nice ass,” he said, taking each cheek in the palm of his hands and squeezing tightly. Keiko hummed in approval. She rocked her hips slightly, grazing his cock. His body shuddered. He got the hint. Enough talking.

There was no hesitation or restraint when Yusuke slammed into her, hard and fast. Keiko bit down onto her pillow, trying (and failing) to restrain her moans. It wasn’t a moment later that she was cumming. Her walls clamped tightly around Yusuke’s cock and he thrusted deeply inside of her. Fuck, how could she feel so good?

Almost without thinking his hand rose and he smacked Keiko firmly on the ass. She whimpered in delight and Yusuke repeated the action several more times. Each time, she seemed to enjoy it more and more. Even now, in the throes of passion, with his cock buried deep inside her, he couldn’t help but be pleased that he was making his woman happy.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she moaned into her pillow. Yusuke thought he might cum right as she did; her hips bucking wildly, trying to keep her voice down as she cried out into her pillow.

When Yusuke’s climax hit, he pulled out of her quickly, spilling his seed all over her bare ass. Keiko collapsed down onto the bed, breathing heavily. He could see his cum glistening on her back in the glow of the orange street lamps from outside.

Yusuke laid down next to her and let out a deep breath.

“Damn, I love you,” he said to her. A second later, he felt her hand slam against his face. It wasn’t the hardest she’d ever smacked him: thankfully, she was tired.

“Why would you sneak into my room in the middle of the night like some kind of creepy pervert?” she scolded him.

“Jeez, I thought I was doing you a favor; you looked like you could use some help,” Yusuke said. “I definitely didn’t hear you complaining.”

“That’s not the point,” she said.

Yusuke chuckled. “I didn’t want to sleep at home by myself. I missed you. So I came I over. Didn’t know I was gonna get a show.”

Keiko scoffed. “You’re an idiot.” But then she kissed his cheek. Not mad anymore. She clambered over him out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I need to take a shower thanks to your mess,” she said, motioning to her ass where Yusuke could also see a large red mark beginning to appear. He was going to hear about that later. She grabbed a towel and quietly opened her bedroom door. She peered out and quickly scurried away towards the bathroom.

Yusuke smiled again, watching her scurry away, and then sat up. He could use a shower too. Maybe he’d join her.

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Any Izuocha with Eri Headcanons??

Ohhhhhhhhh boy you have opened up the worst door. And by worst I mean best

“All Might I am adopting Eri-” “My boy you can’t be serious-” “All Might, I AM adopting Eri under your name. You WILL sign this.” And then he did.

Literally the entire class is willing to go to war with the legal system if they don’t let All Might adopt Eri.

The judge has watched the sports festival. He knows what’ll happen to him.

Eri comes home to Heights Alliance three days later, crying happy tears from the minute they step across the threshold 

Eri plays a vital role in helping these dorks get together.

“Papa how come you and Mama sleep in different rooms?”

Cue Izuku spitting out whatever he’s drinking and floundering for a good ten minutes before responding.

“Mama, Aunt Mina says that you have to be married to have babies, does that mean you can’t keep me unless you and Papa marry?” She says through tears.

Mina literally runs in fear every time she sees Ochako for the next month

After they get together, Eri helps them go out on dates and stuff

“Uncle Zawa, can Mama and Papa take me to the zoo?” “Uh, sure, knock yourselves out.”

Bakugou tries to make fun of Izuku and Ochako getting together, and Eri says she’ll “get mad if he doesn’t stop being a meanie.” He does it anyway. Pictures of Bakugou’s room, decked out in full All Might gear show up attached to the fridge next week.

If Eri can get into Bakugou’s room, no secret is safe.

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ThunderDaddy

A very quick 15 minute drabble (that is complete crack really) inspired by THIS POST from the TAG RP Sphere and how Lucy would respond to the Thunderthirstbot …

Under the cut for implied NSFW if you squint, just to be safe, nothing specifically said!

“Hey Darlin’ what you lookin’ at?”

Lucy barely looked up from where she was curled in the desk chair, a grin splitting her face as she tapped away at her datapad.

“Nothin’ much. How was the rescue?”

It had to be something, Jeff knew, to hold her attention over his return from pulling lost climbers out of trouble in the New Zealand Alps.

“All climbers accounted for and home in time for dinner.” He told her as he leant over the desk, straining to see whatever she was looking at.

“Is that the social media thing the boys set up?”

Her eyes snapped up to him immediately, one hand closing the app as she clutched the datapad to her chest.

He knew from the light in her eyes that he was in trouble. It was the same look Gordon had when he was up to mischief and the rest of the family was about to fall foul of a prank.

“What is it?”

She pursed her lips, suddenly fighting the grin she had been wearing.

“Nothing.”

“No, you’ve seen something,” he stepped around the desk, reaching a hand out for her datapad, “what was it?”

“Nothing,” she persisted, scooting the chair backwards, “ThunderDaddy.”

He dove for the tablet as she darted from the chair, ever agile as she stretched her arm out of his reach with a cackle.

“Lucille Tracy if you’ve been feeding those Tumblr Bots again I swear…”

“You’ll do what? ThunderDaddy.”

God he hated that name that someone on that forsaken site had come up with. But he loved her, loved how she used it to lighten the mood, to give him something that he couldn’t help but smile about. It was just her way, to take something insufferable and make it better.

Her socks slipped on the hard wood as she darted around the comms pit, her screech of laughter echoing off the high ceilings as he launched after her down the stairs towards the kitchen. If he was lucky, they’d end up on the beach.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Gordon blinked at Scott, “what was all that about?”

Scott simply shook his head as their parents laughter faded down the pathway towards the beach, “Remember the Thirstbot?”

Gordon snorted into his drink, “How could I forget.”

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WIP Wednesday Whenever

This was meant to happen on Wednesday but a sickness bug made sure that that wasn't happening ... maybe it's karma for what I'm about to do to the Tracy's here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you to the 17 of you that liked the post!

Something had happened, something big that had left Mom speechless and a look on his father’s face that Scott knew better than to cross. 

“Dad, wha--”

A single finger held up was enough to cut him off, Jeff’s focus elsewhere for a moment.

“Eos I need--”

“I have already advised Lucy of appropriate flights to San Diego, and altered your submitted flight plan. I have also briefed Sally Tracy of a requirement that she collect Alan from school this evening.”

“San Diego?” Scott stepped forward, fractions of pieces falling into place, “Gordon?”

Jeff nodded slowly, crossing the room to him, “There’s been an accident. We don’t have details yet.”

Scott sucked in a breath, “What kind of accident Dad?”

His father’s hands were solid and sure on his shoulders, grey-blue eyes searching his own. Scott didn’t like what he saw there, not when he could see his own fear reflected back at him. Dad got scared, Scott knew that much from the attack on the TV Twenty One that had almost taken him down, but he showed it in the same kind of flippancy that both John and Gordon wore when facing things. There should have been sharp wit and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, a shrug of his shoulders preventing the weight of the world from settling there. 

There shouldn’t have been the slightest sign of tears as his father shook his head and whispered his answer to Scott. 

“I don’t know yet, Son.” He took a breath, squeezing Scott’s shoulders as the shutters came down and the fear was pushed back into its box.

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A Tuesday Snippet

Because I'll forget by tomorrow

@womble1 seeing as you summed it up in a nutshell, have a snippet of said fic...

“Don’t.” She warned, stepping down off the porch as the screen door slammed, “Don’t you dare try and pretend everything’s fine, when we both know you’d only be here because something happened.” He nodded slowly, looking up to the sky for a moment before his eyes landed on the baby in her arms. “Tell me Jim.”  He swallowed, “They didn’t want to tell the families yet, not until they’ve exhausted all options for a fix.” She could guess what that meant, even though she refused to come to any kind of assumption when it came to Jeff.  “A fix for what?”  He folded his arms as he leant back against his car, shaking his head as he shrugged, “Jeff and Kate were still working diagnostics when I left Huston, but the working theory is that the birdstrike on takeoff caused more damage than we first anticipated.”

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Seven Sentence Sunday

After an extended Chirstmas Haitus... the muse is BACK WITH A BANG!

Guess who Penelope and her father are talking about, go on, I dare you.

“Because this time it seems maybe we have been lucky.” She uttered, “One day he will get hurt, father, or maybe I will, and we will implode the same way that you did the day mother died. Our hearts will shatter and where will that leave us but worse off from where we are now?” Hugh pushed out of his seat, rounding the table and waving off Parker as he stepped in to clear his plate. Penelope remained still, face ducked to her plate as she bit her lip, he pulled her seat backwards, twisting it to face him as he crouched before her and took her hands in his own.  “Sweetheart,” He whispered, searching her face for something that he hoped he could still find, “do you truly wish to never love another soul on this earth for fear of having your heart broken?”