#Thank you again Lydia!

[ritahayworrth]

Dexter, this is Ms. Imbrie and Mr. Connor from SPY magazine.

SPY? Your tastes have changed a little, haven't they, Sam?

HIGH SOCIETY (1956) dir. Charles Walters

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

Ahhhhhhhh!! ♡♡♡ Look at her!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

A big thank you to Felle (@fell-fell) for this amazing art of Lydia ♡

I absolutely love it, and I can't thank you enough!! ♡♡♡♡ She looks so good ahhhhhh I'm so honored you'd want to draw her!! ♡♡♡♡

Thank you so much!!! ♡♡♡♡

[keyyu]

The most self-indulgent merch I’ve made so far now all have ~new best friends~

(they’re finally over at Keyboredom.Etsy.com if you, too, want mystery keychain lanyards)

[xxghost-zombie-jesus]

genuinely i think if babs had enough time to learn (like longer than one musical number beej come ON) she could be scary. she grabs that severed head and she's the first one to learn the voice trick and during the dinner party she's having a good time. she's just too nice to do it maliciously but come halloween time? oh my god she's pulling so many tricks for lydia's haunted house

No, I think you're on to something.

Out of the two Maitlands, Barbara is always the first to change. The first to decide, "hey, what we're doing isn't working, we need to try something different." The first to do.

She's the one who starts with the Maitlands 2.0, as Barbara 2.0. She's the one who decides that they have to try to haunt the house because if not them, then who else? They're dead, fuck it! They can do what they want!

I think there's something holding her back. And, no, Adam, as reserved as he is, isn't it. It's her own reservations. She is, undeniably, kind of reserved, especially in the beginning. She has to act a certain way, do the right things in the correct steps, she has to be a model wife and woman and do everything the way it's supposed to be done. Get married to someone she loves? Check. Have a house, get hobbies, start a family? Check, check, and they're... uh they're working on it. Fall through their floor and die? Check--wait what?

She's tries to be your traditional housewife, you know? Calm, collected, demure, et cetera. She isn't, and we do see that throughout the musical, especially in the part where she picks up the head and immediately starts messing with it, or when she's the one who decides fuck it, we're doing this. She's strong, and independent, and is aware of her strengths and weaknesses and failings.

And yet, she doesn't want to accept this. She wants to fit the model mold of a housewife. She wants to be normal, and sweet and kind without a stubborn streak ten miles wide. But she is a little stubborn, and selfish at times, and a a tad narrow-minded occasionally. She isn't perfect, she can't fit into a mold.

Barbara is intuitive. Upon meeting Lydia she can tell something is UP. She knows that this teenager isn't okay, and yet, she agrees to help her not because she thinks that it'll actually help Lydia heal, but because she wants her house back. She wants her old life back. When it doesn't work and she realizes that this isn't what she wants, she changes, and wants to be there for Lydia. But at first? She's selfish.

I agree with you whole-heartedly, that out of her and Adam, she'd be the first one to get being scary down pat. She has a better grasp as to how things work, but as you said, she's too nice.

And I feel like some of that niceness has been learned. It's not fake, she is, genuinely, a really sweet ghost, but she had to work to get to that point. Because she does have a few moments where she isn't nice. She knows how to put her foot down, and she knows how to lie and manipulate, a lot better than Adam can, that's for sure. And that isn't something someone can just, suddenly be good at. Something tells me she used to be quite a little stinker when she was younger. Not mean, never malicious, but definitely mischievous.

It's like. You can be nice, but not kind. Or you can be kind, but not nice. And Barbara is nice. She is very nice. But she isn't always kind. She isn't above calling Beetlejuice names. ("That meaty pervert was right.") Adam tries to be rude but instead just says that Beetlejuice needs a therapist, he is both kind and nice to a fault. Barbara is downright kind of mean about him, but in a nice way. She is nice, but not kind.

She could easily use her occasional lack of kindness and be scary. But she... doesn't want to be unkind. Because that's not something people do. Everytime she's unkind she seems to regret it, even just a little, like she doesn't mean to be unkind it just happens. She tries not to curse, and to be a good person, but deep down she isn't always and she is aware of this.

It's why she has an easier time (not an EASY time, mind you, but easier than Adam) doing what Beetlejuice shows them. Like letting her death bother her, or using ghostly abilities. But also why she seems almost hesitant, at first, to do so.

And if she just accepted that sometimes its okay to be a little unkind, if its for the right reasons, then maybe she'd be right there with Beej scaring people for fun.

I don't know if any of that made sense. I won't apologize for it but uh... yeah. Hope this is what you were looking for.

One hundred percent, though, Adam decides he doesn't want to be scary but Barbara wants to try. And so when you have your inevitable 'Beetlejuice comes back', she wants him to teach her how to be a proper ghost, how to be really scary. And he does, and now that her entire heart is in it, she can do much better.

She's still too nice, though, and can't put her all into it, but it's much better than ripping some sheets and ghostly wailing.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

top five films please 😚

1. Poor Things (it was so unique and Mark Ruffalo was so good and ofc Emma ughh CHEF'S KISS)

2. Rang De Basanti (an Indian film that's INSANELY GOOD)

3. Parasite (we all remember the hype right?)

4. Dabbe Possession and Dabbe Zehr-i Cin (gonna put both together because NO ONE does horror like the Turkish)

5. Angrej (a punjabi rom-com that's just SO GOOD)

[tickle-bugs]

This is probably going to be long lol so sorry You outdid yourself with the beetlejuice story! I am the anon who requested it and I am absolutely blown away. Everything about it was just pure perfection (including the way you described the musical compared to the movie and your disclaimer for beetlejuice and Lydia shippers) and I laughed out loud so many times. The vibe was exactly like the musical and it was just perfect. The characters were written so perfectly and so much like how they are in the musical. I loved the little Easter eggs like the spin your own yarn kit and the kombucha. Also, a coin collection is such an Adam thing to have. I love how you wrote Adam and Barbara’s relationship and how you wrote them as characters. The way you wrote Barbara was so flustering and wonderful and I am here for it. It was so cute and so accurate. Also beetlejuice eating the game pieces made cry from laughter it’s such a BJ thing to do. The back and forth between BJ and Lydia was just perfection especially how lydia described the maitlands 😭 and her saying she will bring bj back to life just to kill him. This is my new favorite fanfic I have ever read. Thank you so much for agreeing to write for beetlejuice! It was amazing

*cradles this in my hands* this ask can fit so much serotonin in it

First of all, thank you for swinging by to share this with me!! It always warms my heart when the original prompter comes back ;w; I'm so so so glad you enjoyed the fic. Thank you for requesting it!

This is like BEYOND sweet I'm blown away. This musical has a special little place in my heart and brain so it was a blast actually getting to bring parts of it to life!! I really love the way everyone's personalities shine through in the show ahhh!!

Listen. I wanted them to list more attic things in 'Barbara 2.0'. I know Adam and Barbara have the most USELESS stuff in their attic that they constantly just shuffled around until they died. If you made the kombucha and it tasted like armpit why did you keep it, please--

Also I just really love Barbara and Adam as characters?? They're really endearing to me. My favorite pottery barn and dry white wine duo. Had they lived any longer they would've hung a 'bless this mess' or 'live laugh love' sign above the door. Just a wifeguy and his beautiful wife. They both think mustard is too spicy but they'd go full poltergeist if a teenager called them dude. they're so!! yeah <3

AND YES BEETLEJUICE!! I'm so grateful to have seen the show live a few times because like. alex brightman (who played beetlejuice) always did and improvised the smallest but most random things and his mannerisms really stuck with me. There was a night where both he and Adam's actor (i believe he was a swing? or the adam after the original) kept messing with each other and they both broke character during 'fright of their lives' giggling like children and i was like yes. this is the vibe i need. BJ's the living embodiment of 'never let em know your next move'. He's super super fun to write. my beloved wretched little goblin <3

BJ and Lydia's friendship is truly so special to me they're just both so weird. It's one of the main reasons that I love the musical so much--you know where the show is going if you've seen the movie but you really feel like BJ and Lydia could be friends. It's sweet. She's got ghosts in her attic and they care about her, what more could she need?

Also LMAO I'm glad you thought the disclaimer was funny. I made myself laugh writing it. I've unfortunately always gotta put disclaimers on certain things I write but I figured lets at least have some fun with it hehe

ALSO ANON LOOK AT ME. LOOK. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS IT MAKES MY DAY!! seriously like!! the fact that you were moved enough to write this much about my silly little fic means the actual world for me. never ever apologize, there's nothing to apologize for <3

[whitedahlia13]

Alright so this is real specific but I have feeling you’ll have a good answer. Are there any Taylor Swift songs that remind you of Stiles’s pov of Stydia or Lydia’s pov or both?

This is a fun ask! There are several actually. And specific is awesome, by the way. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to a new Taylor Swift song over the years, convinced that she watches Teen Wolf, is a fan of Stydia, and wrote the lyrics specifically for them.

Anyway, to keep this response from becoming an actual book, I’ll delve into three songs – one for Lydia, one for Stiles, and one for our OTP – and I’ll just list the others.

Let’s dig in…

– Begin Again –

This is a favorite of mine. Soft. Emotive. Nostalgic. It was the inspiration for the final chapter of Falling Slowly, a song that has always reminded me of Lydia (especially in s1/2). Seriously, it’s like a snapshot of the thoughts and feelings she would have been going through with Jackson – the power struggle, the conflict, the lack of connection, the disrespect. In the meantime, and happily-ever-after for us, she’s building this genuine friendship with Stiles. One of the many things I love about their development—something that, too often, gets overlooked—is how in awe of him Lydia must have been, the kind of awe that is so beautifully expressed in this song. If you look closely, it’s there…on their first date, and again when they go ice skating… Something in her expression that says: Oh, so this is what it’s supposed to be like. And who could blame her? Stiles is the complete opposite of Jackson. He lights a match to everything Lydia thought she knew about relationships, simply by being himself. Which is to say, someone who treats her right, who cares deeply for her, and who listens to her because he actually wants to know her. Someone who opens doors, and camps out in hospital waiting rooms, and pays attention to the things that matter to her because they matter to him too. For the first time, she’s realizing someone can appreciate and admire her for who she truly is, not just her outward appearance and popularity. And all it took was this cute-awkward, hyperactive but super-smart guy who laughs with the exuberance of a little kid to show her that real love isn’t something that hurts you. It heals you. That with the right person, you can always begin again.

– You Are in Love –

This is Stiles, through and through. Because he knew he loved Lydia for a long time, but it was from a distance. Then, he starts spending quality time with her, and it really sinks in: He is in Love. I can just picture Stiles having all of these *moments* – meeting by their lockers, sitting in class, driving Lydia home, stepping into her room, studying together, sharing peanut butter cups, seeing her snuggle into one of his hoodies – all of these little moments where he realizes he’s more in love with her than he ever thought. Moments where he senses their unspoken connection, the kind he can hear in the silence… Moments when he feels and—even with the lights out—sees that maybe, just maybe, Lydia is beginning to feel that way too... It's slow burn bliss, I tell ya! It’s love. True love.

– Everything Has Changed –

For the phrasing, obviously. Also, if you’ve read chapter 37 of Falling Slowly, (apologies for another shameless plug—it’s a year since I finished it, and I’m feeling super nostalgic) you’ll understand even more why this song gives me serious Stydia vibes. Not so much in the context of love at first sight, but rather, an awakening moment. Something that makes you want to know another person on every level, how with each new thing you learn, you want to know more and more. Always more. It’s about being affected by the little details. How your thoughts keep circling back to this other soul. The notion of letting someone in because—with or without explanation—being with them feels like coming home. If that’s not Stydia...

This playlist would not be complete without –

Invisible String (Taylor makes it so easy sometimes)

This Love (More fic inspiration. Actually, I was nearing the end of the one-shot that shares a title with this song when I realized how perfectly they aligned. So in this case, I guess it was more like subliminal inspiration, which definitely still counts.)

Daylight (golden, like first kiss and 6x10 reunion vibes)

I’m Only Me When I’m with You (both of them, the cornerstone of Stydia's relationship)

Run (I mean… Lydia being full-on ready to run away with Stiles in 6x01. Yes, please and thank you.)

Mirrorball (first dance vibes)

State of Grace (Lydia, falling, fast and deep)

Untouchable (Early Stiles, but thankfully for all parties involved, things didn’t stay this way.)

There are a few I’ll to keep to myself for now, since they link to some of my WIPs. Now, it's your turn, loves. Comment, tag... Tell me which TS songs remind you of Stydia.

[ladyshivs]

For the oc questions:

🎹🥊🧊 for richard and lydia?

Thank you!!

🎹-Do they have any hobbies?

Richard enjoys writing poetry! He’s not great at it, in his own estimation, but he has been known to leave love poems hidden around Danny’s apartment at floating-height.

Lydia likes to sew! She would easily get into needlepoint but she prefers to make and design clothing!

🥊-What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Richard loves driving. He hates cleaning windows.

Lydia loves sparring. She hates eating out at restaurants.

🧊-Is their current design the first one?

Richards design is largely unchanged! He’s always been a bit gangly, with orange curly hair and a long narrow face. He did grow significantly, but his clothing style has largely been consistent except for getting higher quality during retribution.

Lydia changed a bit! Her hair is a different color, she’s got a few new scars, her body size has changed as well. Her style has been harder for me since she’s more fashionable than I am 😂

[darkbluekies]

Make things right? Or make them worse?

Yandere!doctor husband (platonic to his children) x twin daughters ocs x female!reader

Summary: Dr Kry’s children finds out their fathers dark secret, and he's determined to silence them.

Warnings: toxic household, yandere, favoritism, guilt, poison, mentions of murder (things along this way)

A/N: I have created my own poison for this story, so I choose the effects. Lol.

Word count: 6.2k

“Bye, dad”, Lydia says and closes the car door.

Her twin follows out of the car, almost hides behind her like a shadow. Lydia frowns confusedly. She’s been more silent than usual this morning. They turn to walk into school.

“Girls”, Dr Kry says through the open car window, catching their attention. “I want you here at three sharp, okay? I’m not in the mood for waiting.”

“Yes, sir”, Lydia answers. 

“Good. Have a good day, girls, I’ll see you later.”

With that said, he drives off. Lydia turns to Nadia who finally raises her gaze from her feet. 

“What’s wrong?” Lydia asks and fixes her backpack. “You’ve been acting off all morning.”

“I have to talk to you about something”, Nadia says hesitantly and looks at her with uneasy eyes. 

Lydia blinked and frowned. “What?”

“I was meaning to talk to you earlier, but I didn’t want to do it when dad was around.” Nadia glanced at the other students swarming around the school grounds. “It’s about mom … and her sickness.”

For as long as they can remember, their mother has been bound to her bed by a rare disease. Thankfully, their father is a remarkable doctor and has been caring for her ever since the twins' birth. He works at a hospital in the city and travels forty minutes back and forth every day, dropping the twins off at school on the way there, and picking them up on the wayback. When they were young, they were put in a private school carefully chosen by their father — who has been very active in the administration.

Their father is a complex person. Although they’ve been by him their entire life, they still feel like they don’t know him. He rarely talks about himself, and seem to have a human side for their mother only. Very rarely, there’s a soft side for the girls … often they’re met by a doctor, rather than a parent. Despite that, Lydia has always been a daddy’s girl, while Nadia has clung to their mom for love and comfort. 

“What about it?” Lydia asks carefully. 

“I heard something …”, Nadia starts and licks her lips nervously. “I heard these noises, from mom and dad’s room-”

“Don’t tell me you heard them have sex”, Lydia grimaces. 

“No …” Nadia shakes her head, eyes shaking. “They were talking. Mom was crying and daad was standing by the bed, holding her cheeks in his hands like this …” She cups her sisters cheeks in demonstration, “...while saying: ‘you’re never going back there, I’ll never share you like that again’.” She shivers. “I-I don’t know what that was, but it made me feel really weird.”

Lydia frowns, trying to picture the scene in front of her. 

“Are you sure that it wasn’t just dad’s weird love language?” she asks carefully. 

“I don’t know”, Nadia sighs defeatedly. “Mom seemed … scared. She looked up at him with eyes full of terror. She could have had a nightmare or something, but dad’s voice- … it was awful. I don’t know how to describe it, but it sounded extremely dark.”

“We could try to ask her.”

“What if dad hears?”

“I could distract him while you ask, if that helps you ease your worry.”

Nadia smiles gratefully. “Thank you, Lyd.”

Lydia gives her an unsure smile and grabs her hand and they walk into school. 

Like Dr Kry had asked them to, they stand by the gates at three sharp. His white car rolls over and the two of them jumps in, Lydia in the front seat and Nadia in the backseat.

“How has your day been?” he asks and drives off. 

He always asks about their classes, teachers and friends. If there’s a small detail he doesn’t like, he makes sure to contact the school and let them know his thoughts. More than one friendship has ended thanks to his overprotectiveness and the twins has learned to dilute the truth enough for him to be able to swallow it. So once again, they answer in the way he wants to hear it. 

The car drives from the city, gets off the highway and enters a countryside road. The dirt road is divided in the middle with grass, creating enough space for the wheels of his white car to roll forward. Here, nothing can be heard except the sounds of distant birds. Their white, edwardian villa is surrounded by a deep, dark forest, close to a gigantic sparkly lake with the closest neighbor being a kilometer away. Despite the isolating upbringing the twins have had, getting away from the noisy, stressful city to the empty forest always cleanse their brains. 

The white, Scandinavian, edwardian aged, wooden villa appears behind the trees like a castle. The house has two floors with a green atticroof, and a bushy, blooming garden in the same color, two glass verandahs on either side of the house and a white fence around the garden.

The twins get out of the car. Nadia gives her a look and Lydia nods. 

“Dad”, she says. “I’ve been feeling a bit weird these last days … I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Really?” Dr Kry asks and frowns. He closes the trunk of the car. “Who have you been around? Are any of the other students sick?”

“A few.”

“Nadia, are you feeling bad too?”

“No”, Nadia replies.

“Could you please give me a check up?” Lydia asks. 

“Alright, come with me”, Dr Kry says and nods at her to follow him. 

While they walk inside, their father and Lydia walks to the living room and Nadia sneaks off upstairs. She moves carefully to their parents’ room and knock gently on the door before entering. Their mother, you, is lying in bed with a book in her hand. You look as weak as ever. Nadia shivers. 

“Hi, sweetheart”, you smile and puts down your book on your chest. “Did you have a good day in school?”

“Yes …”, Nadia mumbles and sits down on the side of the bed, unsure on how to start this absurd conversation. 

“What’s wrong, Nadia?”

“What happened yesterday? WIth you and dad?”

You flinch. Your smile disappears for a moment for it to appear quickly again, but this time in a fake manner. 

“Why did he say that?” Nadia asks carefully. “Why did he say that he wasn’t going to share you again?”

“O-Oh, that …”, you mumble with an embarrassed smile. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it. It was just some adult stuff that me and your dad were talking about.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey. Why? Did it make you worry?”

Nadia nods slightly. Y/N gives her a smile and takes her hand. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of”, you reassure Nadia. “Whatever happens between me and your dad is nothing you have to be afraid of. We will always put you and your sister first, okay? There’s nothing you have to be worried about. I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, mom …”

You hug her, and Nadia hugs back, but she can’t help but feel that her heart sinks. Something isn’t right. 

The very next day when they’re left off at school, Nadia grabs Lydia’s arm. 

“Let’s go to the hospital”, she says the second their father’s car disappears behind the corner. She holds up a metallic key. “I have the key to mom’s old room.”

“What?” Lydia asks in confusion. “Why?”

“I have a feeling that mom isn’t really sick and I have to take a look around in her old hospital room. Something isn’t right!” She clears her throat and lowers her voice. “Mom and dad met at the hospital and that he was her doctor, that much we know, right?”

Lydia nods, trying to follow along. 

“Isn’t it weird that a doctor as professional as our dad decided to start a relationship with a patient like that?” Nadia asks, sounding unsure. “And wouldn’t he have done everything he could to make mom feel better? Shouldn’t she be better now? I just … I want to know if he has done something.”

“Do you really think he has?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. But something isn’t right, and I feel that. Mom seemed to be put on the spot when I asked her about the interaction I had overheard. She seemed scared.” Nadia grabbed her hand in hers. “Please, Lyd, can we go there and just take a look?”

Lydia hesitates and glances at the private school behind them, contemplating the consequences. 

“Please”, Nadia repeats. “If mom is getting hurt, I want to help her.”

“Okay”, Lydia nods. 

With that said, they hurry past the school gates before a teacher has the time to catch them. They take the first bus to the state hospital their father works at and hope that he’s with a patient while they sneak around. 

They hurry inside the hospital and keep their heads down to make sure that none of the working receptionists would recognise them and report to their father right away. They stay silent until they get into the elevator. 

Once out, they sneak over to the door. Lydia stands guard as Nadia presses the key into its lock. The click from the key opening echoes in the empty corridor. Nadia’s hand hovers above the door handle. Her heart twirls around uncomfortably. In a moment, she will be in the room where their parents met, where something happened that made their dad take the decision of stepping over the professional line. If that was good or bad is yet to be known, but she can’t help but feel worried. 

The room is empty, in more than one way. The spirits of old memories haunt the room and they leave a sour taste in the twins’ mouths. Lydia looks towards the bed. Their mother has been lying here for months with a sickness that has kept her bed bound for years. But what happened while she was here?

“What are we looking for?” Lydia wonders. 

“Anything”, Nadia shrugs and looks around. “Whatever that can help us is fine. Journals, reports, notes — anything.”

They start to rummage through drawers, in binders and notepads. Lydia finds herself holding a yellow paper binder with their mother’s name written on it, in their father’s handwriting. 

“Nad, look at this”, Lydia says and holds up the binder. 

They put the binder on the desk and start to pull out papers. Every paper is written from the top to the bottom in ink.

“He has documented her every day …”, Lydia says, perplexed. She shakes her head in denial. “Every single day, every single hour. Obsessively. Look, every little detail is written down. ‘12:35, eaten an apple’, ‘16:52, took a shower’, ‘22:30, called for me on the telephone’. What is this?”

Nadia picks up another paper, a smaller, clearly supposed to be hidden between the other sides. She puts her hand over her mouth as her eyes widens. 

“Oh no”, she gasps and drops the paper. “No, no, no, no …”

Lydia frowns, bends down and picks up the paper. Her heart sinks as she reads the note. It’s a single word, but they’re familiar with it. They’ve found bottles of it in the cellar and the attic multiple times, and when they asked Dr Kry about it, he answered that it was a substance to kill vermin.

“He’s poisoning mom”, Nadia whispers in horror and looks at her twin with wide, terrified eyes. 

Lydia feels the air disappear from her lungs. Suddenly, she feels nauseous. She sits down on the rolling stool and tries to control her breathing. Nadia sinks down on the bed with her head in her hands. 

“What the fuck do we do?” Lydia breathes out with her eyes staring dimly in front of her. She has never felt this empty before, this helpless. “What the fuck do we do now, Nadia?”

“W-We have to call the cops”, Nadia gulps. 

“The cops? Nad, he’s our dad!”

“But if he hurts mom …” Her voice dies out. “We can’t let him take more years from her.”

Lydia nods and wipes the few tears that have begun to run down her cheeks. With shaking hands, she unzips her backpack and shoves the binder down. They will need evidence if they have to prove to the cops. 

The door behind them opens. Both girls fly up from their positions and scurry over to each other. Dr Kry walks in and stops abruptly in the door. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks quickly. 

He’s trying to force a smile, but the red eyes of his daughters and the trembling bodies of theirs are all he needs to see, to know that they know. 

“How fucking could you?!” Nadia screams. 

Dr Kry hurries to close the door as she continues to shout through sobs. 

“What’s your deal with mom?!” she screams. “How can you keep her like this?! Where’s your fucking conscience?!”

She thinks that she’s going to explode in pure fear, anger and sorrow. Dr Kry clenches his jaw and sighs heavily. 

“Your mother is a very, very special person”, he says slowly, as if he is talking to a ticking bomb. “It is all a misunderstanding, girls, I will tell you everything at home. Come, we’re going home now.”

“We’re not going anywhere with you”, Nadia spits and stands in front of her frozen sister. 

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” Dr Kry rolls his eyes when they don’t answer. “You’re my daughters, and you are not yet of age, you have to come with me.”

Nadia wants to refuse again, but she doesn’t want to leave her mother alone with him, not when he knows that they know. 

“Now”, Dr Kry decides. 

Nadia picks up Lydia’s bag and gives it to her sister. It looks like Lydia is going to throw up any second now. Nadia takes her hand and they follow their father out of the room, and out through a back door. For the first time, Lydia sits down in the backseat together with her twin. They hold each others hands tightly and keep silent the entire car ride home. 

“Girls, I never wanted you to see that”, Dr Kry sighs and tries to meet their eyes in the rear view mirror. “I- … It’s hard to explain. Your mother is a very special person who I’m very lucky to have met.”

Lydia squeezes her eyes shut, but she can’t keep him out of her head. 

When they come home, Nadia drags her sister into the house. 

“Girls, don’t go upstairs”, Dr Kry says in that same dark voice Nadia had heard him talk in a few days ago. “I want you to stay down here.”

They halt, suddenly too scared to move. 

“I want you to help me with dinner”, Dr Kry says. “Come on.”

The twins glance at each other. Lydia starts to drag her sister to the kitchen. They help in complete silence. Lydia’s hands are trembling while she cuts cucumber and it slips, cutting a slit in her finger. She yelps and drops the knife. 

“Oh, honey”, Dr Kry breathes out and grabs her hand. “You have to be careful.”

She doesn’t look at him as he washes her hand under the kitchen sink and puts on a bandaid. Her entire body is in fight or flight mode. 

When Dr Kry takes care of the final touches, the twins scurry up to their mother. Your face drops when you see them. 

“Why is he doing this to you?” Nadia asks thickly as she tries not to cry. “We found out.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, girls”, you say sorrowfully. “I wish that you never had to know.”

“Why do you let it happen?” Lydia asks quietly. 

“I have no choice … I can’t do anything.” You lower your gaze and voice to an ashamed whisper. “I don’t have the energy to run away, and if I managed to, you’d be in danger and I’d be dead. Your father has the only antidote to his self made poison. It’s safer for everyone if I stay here.”

“But mom …”, Nadia whimpers, “... he’s hurting you.”

“I … I know, dear.” 

The door opens behind them. 

“Girls, dinner”, Dr Kry says shortly and nods towards the corridor. “Go downstairs.”

The twins turn to you, wanting you to make their decision. You give them a reassuring smile and they leave. You look at the man who has become your husband, much to your dismay. 

“Why did you let them find out?” you whisper with tears in your eyes. “You promised that they would never know!”

“I didn't think that they would.” He wipes the tears that roll down your cheeks. “I’ll fix this mess. Don’t worry, darling.”

With that said, he tucks you in and leaves to go downstairs. The twins have sat down by the dining table with their blank, staring eyes turned down into the table. Dr Kry sits down and start to eat, without seeming to care at all about the incidents that happened earlier. Nadia stares down into her plate with disgust roaring in her stomach. If she eats, she’s going to throw it all up in a matter of thirty minutes. She closes her eyes and sighs sadly. Lydia tries to eat a bite, forcing it down her throat. 

“Nadia, eat a little”, Dr Kry says. 

“I’m not hungry”, she mumbles. 

“You need to eat a bit. I won’t allow you to leave the table before you have eaten. Look at Lydia, she’s eating.”

Lydia feels her cheeks heat up as the attention turns to her. She’s suddenly embarrassed over obeying. Feeling exposed and naked under Nadia’s look of disbelief, as if she’s just broken a silent pact. But instead of saying anything, Nadia picks up her fork and takes a bite of the white rice. The twins can agree that this might have been the worst dinner they have ever experienced. 

Nadia puts her hand over her heart and clears her throat. There's a heavy feeling over her chest, something almost suffocating. She looks to the side, seeing how Lydia is frowning as well, trying to clear her throat. Nadia think that she looks like she’s going to faint. She wants to ask her how she’s feeling, but doesn’t dare talk in front of their father, afraid to start a conversation. 

After dinner, the twins decide to go upstairs, but their legs suddenly feel weak enough to break apart. 

“What’s going on?” Lydia whispers and grips the staircase railing. 

“I think that he put something in the food”, Nadia whispers back. 

“I feel really sick …”

She falls down on her knees in the middle of the staircase, still holding onto the railing. Nadia hurries to pull her up again and drags her over to her bedroom, lazily tucking her in. 

“Don’t leave me”, Lydia whimpers and grabs her hand before she can leave the room. “Stay … please. Don’t go. I'm scared.”

Nadia agrees, not wanting to leave. She climbs down under the covers of Lydia’s bed. They lay in silence and look up at the tilted, wooden ceiling. For every minute passes by, they’re growing more and more sick. Every muscle in their bodies seem to ache, twist and turn. 

“He’s doing it to us too”, Nadia whispers. 

They hear the lock on the door click and give each other terrified looks. Nadia stumbles out of the bed and feel the handle. She gulps in horror and turns back to the bed. 

“It’s locked!” she says and breathes out in shock. “He actually locked it …”

“Come back …”, Lydia begs and reaches for her. 

Nadia returns to the bed, crawls down under the covers and hugs her. She wraps her arms around her sister and rests Lydia’s head on her shoulder. 

“I’m scared”, Lydia whispers. 

“It’s going to be okay”, Nadia replies, although she doesn’t believe it herself. “We’re going to be okay.”

Dr Kry removes his tie, about to go to sleep. 

“I can’t believe you …”, you whisper from the bed, with her eyes down at her trembling hands. 

“Darling …”, Dr Kry sighs and turns around. 

You raise your tone, but keep it hushed enough not to exceed the bedroom walls. “You promised that they would never get hurt! You promised that they would never get exposed to this fucking substance!”

“They haven’t … yet.”

“Yet?! Don’t fucking tell me-”

“They figured it out, okay? They heard our conversation and decided to check out the hospital for themselves. I underestimated their intelligence … and their love for you.” He sighs annoyedly. “I’m not going to let their lack of understanding break apart our family — that I have fought so hard for. I put something in their food to keep them still for a while. It’s nothing dangerous, little one. I promise you that.”

“If I knew that you were going to break your promise-”

“I had to.”

He is about to caress your cheek, but hears sounds coming from next door. One of the girls is banging on the locked bedroom door, and calling for him. Dr Kry excuses himself and gets out of the room. He walks over to Lydia’s room, where the noise is coming from. Quickly, he unlocks, finding Nadia leaning on the wall right next to the door. Her eyes are full with tears. 

“What’s going on?” Dr Kry asks. 

“Lydia isn’t waking up!” Nadia cries.

Dr Kry feels his body turn cold. He runs over to the bed where his other daughter is lying on her side, and he soon finds out that Nadia is right — she isn’t waking up. He shakes her, gives her gentle taps on her cheeks and lifts her up. Nothing wakes her. He has to take her to the hospital. 

“Wait, where are you going?!” Nadia screams after him as Dr Kry carries her sister down the stairs. “She doesn’t want to be alone!”

“You have to stay here with mom”, Dr Kry says over his shoulder. “I’m taking care of Lydia.”

He hurries out of the house and quickly places her down in the back seat. Dr Kry’s usual forty minute drive to the hospital took only twenty five minutes this time. He picked her up in her arms and ran inside through the backdoor, and didn’t stop until their reach the room you have spent many, many months in. Dr Kry places his daughter down on the very same bed you have laid in. He placed an oxygen over Lydia’s mouth and nose, turning on the machine. He hasn’t felt this scared in a long time. 

Finally, after an hour, Lydia opens her eyes with a small moan. Dr Kry hurries over to the bed and removes the mask. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks her and brushes the hair out of her face. 

“I feel really sick”, she whimpers. 

“Do you need to throw up?” 

Lydia nods. Dr Kry picks her up again and moves her into the bathroom where she hovers over the toilet for ten minutes. Dr Kry holds her hair back and grimaces sadly. He does feel bad for putting her through this, but he has to. 

“There you go”, he says and puts her down on the bed again. 

“Why am I here?” Lydia asks weakly.

“You weren’t responding when anyone tried to wake you up. I got worried, so I decided to take you here.”

“Am I going to die?”

Dr Kry scoffs out a smile in a weird sensation of deja-vu. He has heard that question a lot, in the exact same tone and manner, but from the generation before her.  

“You’re not”, he reassures her and strokes her hair. “You know that I would never let anything happen to you.”

“Why am I feeling like this?”

“I put something in your food to make you and Nadia calm down, but you seem to have reacted badly to the substance … weirdly enough. Since you’re identical twins, i thought you’d react the same, but it seems like you are a bit more sensitive than your sister.”

“Nadia ate less than me.”

“Yeah, you might have gotten more substance in your body, which is why you feel worse. It’s going to be okay, I will not let anything happen to you.”

“But you hurt me.”

His smile drops and his hand stops stroking her hair. He knows that Lydia shares half of her mothers genetics, but he didn’t know that she would sound exactly like you. She has never heard you use these phrases, and yet Lydia has chosen the exact same wording that you have tortured Dr Kry with years ago. 

“I didn’t mean for you to end up here”, Dr Kry sighs and continues to stroke her hair. “That was my fault, I admit that. However, I had to keep you and Nadia a bit sedated because of how scared you were.”

“Why did you use so much?” she whimpers. 

“I was a bit shaky myself, I wasn’t meant to hurt you, Lydia.”

Lydia sighs shakily and sinks down in the mattress. She wants nothing more than to go back home, to Nadia, but at the same time she knows that if she goes back home, she will be locked in her room again. Continuing with life now that they know their father’s secret will be difficult. 

“How long do I have to stay here?” she asks quietly. 

“Until you’re feeling better”, Dr Kry replies and stands up. “For now, I think that you need to sleep. It’s late.”

That’s the last thing she wants to do. She has always been Dr Kry’s (not so subtle) favorite, and she has always had a preference for her father … but for the very first time, she’s afraid of him. She can’t trust him anymore, especially about her health. Being unconscious is the last thing she wants to do. 

“I don’t want to”, Lydia says pleadingly. “I’m not tired … please don’t make me sleep, dad.”

Please don’t make me sleep. Your voice echoes in his head, in the exact same tone. Dr Kry knows that he did a million things wrong when he kept you here, and now he has a second chance to fix things. 

“Okay”, he breathes out and sits down on his stool. “You don’t have to sleep, darling.”

Lydia gulps and looks around in the room, trying to imagine how you had felt while being here. She feels a heavy sensation over her chest, like a heavy stone. She couldn’t see the poisoned air purifier that was mentioned in the journal. 

“Did mom lay here?” Lydia whispers. 

“Yes”, he answers quietly. 

“How long?”

Dr Kry looks down at his nails, eyes faltering. “A, uh … very long time. Many, many months.”

She starts to look around again. “Where is the air purifier?”

“It’s not here … it broke, a long time ago. I had to throw it away.”

“Do you still use that kind of thing on mom?”

“No, I don’t. Not often.”

But he has his new way to make sure you stay.

Nadia runs her hand through her hair. Her poor sister. What should she do? Dr Kry left the rooms unlocked, which means that she can move around. She drags herself into your bedroom. You look at her with wide, nervous eyes. 

“Is she okay?” you ask and take Nadia in your arms. 

“I-I don’t know”, Nadia responds shakily while shaking her head desperately. “She wasn’t waking up and …”

“She’s going to be okay. I know your father can all of those medical stuff … maybe a little too well.” You sigh and caress the seventeen-year old girl’s face. “It’s going to be okay.”

Nadia shakes her head. “No fucking way things are going to be okay! He’s a madman, mom.”

“I … I know.”

“We can’t stay here.”

“Where are we supposed to go, Nad? We have no car, nearest neighbor is a kilometer away and we have poison in our blood. Sweetheart, we can’t walk far.”

“Mom, we have to leave. We can’t stay here with this psychopath!”

“Nadia …”

Nadia sighs frustratedly and hides her face in her hands. Something has to work. The farthest she has seen you walk is out to the garden when they’ve had picnic evenings. You take her hand, removing it.

“Sweetheart … you know dad loves you, right?” you ask carefully. You don’t want her to hate her him, after all he is her father … but you have to let her know the truth, no more living in the shadow.

“Fucking doubt it”, Nadia mutters. 

“He does. In his … own little way. But I need you to understand that he has sides that he hasn’t shown you … a-and I don’t want you to see those sides.”

Nadia’s face goes blank. You’re trying your best not to get swindled back into old memories, but thinking about that murderous side of Dr Kry brings you back to a time you much rather would want to forget. 

“Mom?” Nadia asks blankly and almost shouts in panic. “Mom! What sides?”

“He … He is a very patient man, but he can't take as much as possible, so please, whatever you do … cooperate.”

“What does that mean? Mom?”

Nadia goes cold. That’s it, she thinks, they have to leave. 

“Mom, get up”, she says and grabs the blanket before ripping it off. “Now. Before he returns.”

“Nad-”

“We have to try, at least. Please.”

You hesitate before getting out of bed. Nadia grabs your hand and try to pull you out of the bedroom, but everything around you seem to spin. Your entire body is heavy and aching in all the wrong places. 

“Nadia, wait”, you groan. “If I’m going to move, I have to move slowly.”

“Alright”, Nadia agrees. “I’ll go get some stuff and then meet you by the stairs.”

Nadia runs to her room to collect her wallet and hoodies for herself and her sister, then runs to get your jacket. She meets you by the stairs, helps you put your jacker on and then start to lead you down. You’re terrified of falling. 

“Nadia, I don’t think that this is a good idea”, you mumble and think back of your numerous escape attempts, all ending with someone losing their life. 

“We have to, mom”, Nadia pleads. “I can’t leave you here.”

“What about Lydia?”

“I’ll figure something out afterwards.”

Nadia unlocks the front door and leads you out on the glass verandah. You’re filled with fear. What if you can’t walk? What if you hurt yourself? What if Dr Kry finds out? Your body won’t be able to take his anger. Besides, you have barely left the house in eighteen years — apart from a few car rides here and there — what if the world has changed to something you don’t like?

“Mom”, Nadia says slowly. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m terrified”, you admit. 

“We will be okay.”

They start to walk along the dark countryside road. There are no streetlight this far out in the forest, but the moon lights up enough for them to see where the road is heading. 

“It’s been years since I was outside last”, you say. “I think the last time I was out walking was in the garden, last summer when we had that picnic.”

“Have you ever tried to run away from dad before?” Nadia asks. 

“I have”, you answer quietly. “A few times.”

“Did you ever succeed?”

“That depends on what you mean by ‘succeeding’, because I’m still here, aren’t I? But I got away a few times … the only problem was that he found me again.” You sigh, realizing that perhaps you shouldn’t have this conversation with your underage daughter. “Forget that. Where are we going?”

“We need to go to our neighbors. They have to help us.”

Nadia has only spoken to the neighbors a few times, because of how rarely they run into each other. 

They only manage to walk a hundred meters before bright, beaming headlights light up in front of them. Nadia wants to flee into the forest — in case it happens to be her father behind the wheel — but can’t seem to pull you with her. The car stops and to Nadia’s horror, her father gets out. 

“What the Hell are you doing?!” he shouts, sounding both angry and terrified. “Y/N!”

You freeze in your spot and seem to crawl together like a hurt dog, sounding like one too. Dr Kry runs over to you. Nadia watches in horror and starts to panic, wondering what she should do. Stay here with you and get caught in Dr Kry’s claws … or make a run for it to try to get help. 

“I’m sorry”, you shriek in fear. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Dr Kry hugs your shaking body in his arms and strokes your back, hushing softly.

“I know you didn’t come up with this stupid idea”, he reassures you. “Don’t cry, my dear, I'm here now. I know this wasn't your fault. I'm not mad at you. I’ll get you back home and I'll take care of you. It’s going to be okay.”

He helps you into the front seat. You don’t fight back in the slightest. Nadia looks back at the dark forest and gulps. Her eyes glues onto something in the backseat and realizes that he has come back with her sister! 

“Nadia, get in, we've had enough of these childish outbursts”, her father tells her. “Get in. Now.”

“Is she okay?” Nadia almost stutters and points at her sleeping sister. 

“She’s okay. If you don’t get in now, Nadia, I’m taking them both with me and you’ll never see them again.”

His favoritism has never been clearer, Nadia thinks. She can’t leave her sister … so she gets into the backseat. Nadia wakes her sister up and caresses her cheek. 

“Are you okay?” she whispers quickly. “Did he hurt you?”

“I feel okay”, Lydia whispers back. “Just … tired. I had tro throw up a lot and I think that he gave me some sleeping pills or something. I insisted on going home … so he let me.”

Nadia breathes out. She glances over at the front seat. Their father holds the steering wheel with one hand and yours with the other. 

“Please don’t cry”, he wishes. 

Nadia watches on in disgust. 

When they get back to the white villah, Nadia pulls her sister up to her own room and lays her down on the bed while Dr Kry takes you into the master bedroom. 

“Here you go”, Nadia says and tucks her in. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Some water”, Lydia says quietly. 

Nadia disappears downstairs to get a glass of water. She meets her father in the stairs. 

“Nadia, I’m not sure your sister will be able to leave her bed for a while”, he says warningly. “I wouldn’t try to leave, if i were you. If you do, I will take both of them with me, and you’ll never see them again.”

“Do you like to hurt your family?” she spits back. “What kind of sadist are you?”

“One to make sure my family stays with me. If you don’t want to end up in the same physical state as your sister and mother, you’re going to continue living as if everything is normal, got that? Go to school, come home, study, continue everything. No talking to anyone about this. Is that clear?”

“So everything as normal … but without Lydia?”

“Exactly.”

“Why aren’t you healing her?”

“Because I’m not going to let you, or anyone, take my family from me. Be glad that I’m still letting you live normally.”

Nadia glares at him and continues up the stairs. She holds the glass to Lydia’s mouth, watching her sip. 

“What now?” she whispers. 

“I’m allowed to continue living like normally … and you don’t”, Nadia says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“But … but I don’t want to live like mom!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Lyd.”

The girl in the bed sighs sadly. Naida takes her hand and gulps. 

The coming weeks seem normal. Nadia goes to school, studies, returns to the villah, but nothing is the same. Without Lydia, there’s no use in being on top. She has no one to impress anymore. Her father is dead to her, and sucking up to him makes her sick. She barely talks to her friends anymore. They’re always asking her about Lydia, and why she’s not in school anymore. Nadia can’t come up with countless excuses … it’s easier to distance herself. 

Life doesn’t seem that bright and colorful anymore. Nadia can’t bring herself to be excited about things that used to interest her badly. Now, every day is a chore, something she wants to get done, until something happens … but she doesn’t know what it is. A death in the family? Someone saving them? Someone killing someone? 

Nadia walks out of school, seeing her fathers white car parked outside the gates, and him inside … waiting for her. 

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Smaller Acts — Quinn Hughes

Summary; Quinn meets you and realizes you’re different from girls he’s previously dated and that’s something he loves about you

Content Warning: alcohol consumption, pure domesticity, mentions of the canucks losing a game(to a unspecified team), fluff.

Based on Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan.

She’s got a need to leave you wanting more.

Quinn was sure he’d died and gone to heaven the night he met you. He’d been out with a group of his teammates celebrating his newly appointed captaincy. Brock had been the first to spot you and the group of girls you were with. However Quinn was the one who couldn’t take his eyes away from you. He was typically a shy and introverted person but for some reason he had the burning desire to approach you. But he didn’t.

Your best friend, Lydia hadn’t taken her eyes off of the group of men who’d walked in about forty-five minutes after you did. You heard them toast to one of them becoming captain. You were strangely pulled to the one who’d become captain. You weren’t shy to put yourself out there. You approached the bar and waited to be acknowledged by the bartender, who approached you almost immediately as he drank in your appearance. Your dark hair in curls, glossy red lips and a tightly fitting outfit.

You grinned sheepishly as you made eye contact with the man who’d been made captain, “Another cherry vodka sour and whatever the captains having. On me.” The man looked up at you bewildered. You straddled the barstool next to him and sat, “So should I keeping calling you Captain or could I get a name?” The man looked like a deer in headlights, “Quinn.” You hummed as you lightly bit your lip, “Nah.I think Captain suits you better.” Quinn raised an eyebrow and spoke out in a rushed manner, “Really? Why’s that?”

You shrugged as you sipped your drink, “Captain sounds sexier. It fits you. Have a nice night Captain.” You winked at him as you began to walk away. Quinn’s eyes were glued to your ass as you departed, “Wait!” You spun around with a small smirk on your lips as he spoke again, “I didn’t catch your name.” You smirked as you stood in place, “I didn’t give you it. It’s y/n.” You spun around and walked out of the bar before he could speak again. Quinn was in awe as you walked away. He looked down at the bar to find a cherry stem tied in a knot by your empty glass. Damn you were good.

Leave your shoes off at the door, cause dinners waiting on you.

You and Quinn had got in touch not too long after the night you met at the bar. You two had become quick friends, although you flirted with him so much he was unsure if you wanted to be just his friend. Regardless he invited you to the lake house that summer. He and his brothers and Trevor had left you alone in the house for a good three hours while they were on the boat. They’d invited you but you declined as you got motion sickness easily on boats.

You were currently cleaning up the kitchen after you’d made dinner. Your ears were filled by the sound of the boat engine shutting off. You hurried onto the boat dock, sporting a wide smile, “Shoes off boys. I mopped I don’t want your dirty shoes messing up my work. Dinners done.” The four men looked between themselves and then at you before smiling and a chorus of thanks filled your ears.

Quinn hung back as the other three entered the house, “You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled at him as you adjusted your crop top, “I know. I wanted to.” Quinn looked down at you with a small glint of something unreadable in his eyes, “You’re amazing, you know that?” You grinned up at him through glimmering eyes, “Tell me about it. Come eat before it gets cold or they eat it all.” Quinn laughed, “The second is probably more likely.”

Grand things don’t impress her much,she’s keen to smaller acts.

Quinn was less than happy when you met Noah. He found him incredibly irritating and extremely wrong for you. Quinn had been shocked when you opened the gift that Noah had gotten you for your birthday. It was a expensive and glamorous necklace that Quinn knew you would hate just by how expensive it looked. He noticed how the smile you sported when you opened it seemed forced and somehow didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He saw how your eyes lit up when you opened the gift he got you. It was a beautiful matching turquoise necklace and earrings set. You’d seen it on your trip to Nashville you took with the Hughes siblings to see Zach Bryan in concert. It was in a family antique store’s window. You inquired about the price and the woman told you the entire set was only $20. You gasped lightly as you looked at Quinn, “You didn’t. Quinn i don’t know what to say.”

Quinn smiled softly, “Don’t say anything. Put it on. It’ll go perfectly with your dress.” And you did that, the turquoise complimented your tan skin and dark hair and looked stunning against your white dress. Quinn made note of how your smile never fell after you opened his gift. He also took note of how he stopped seeing Noah after your birthday party.

Never needs much and sure knows how to dance.

Two months later, you joined the Hughes brothers, Trevor, Jamie and Nico on a spontaneous trip to Dallas. You and Quinn had been seeing each other for a good few weeks, but you had kept it from the rest of the guys. So when Trevor suggested you all go like dancing you agreed. You’d grown up in Fort Worth so you had a little bit of experience in line dancing. So you found yourself teaching Quinn, his hands rested on the small of your back and the two of you were unaware of the audience that you had.

You’d feel her in a room, if you was blind.

Quinn’s head was between his knees. He heard the door to to locker room open. He was the only occupant in the room. He didn’t even need to lift his head to know who’d entered the room. You had a calming presence that always affected Quinn. Your voice came out soft and feathery almost causing Quinn to forget the loss, “Hi Q.” Quinn didn’t look up, he couldn’t meet your eyes. He felt like he had disappointed you. You sat down on the bench next to your boyfriend, you began to reassuringly rub circles on his back, “It’s not your fault babe.” Quinn looked up, finally making eye contact with you.

His eyes were bloodshot and it was apparent he’d been crying. Your face softened as you pulled him into a tight embrace, “Oh Quinn.” Quinn melted into your touch, “I just feel like I failed the guys. I’m supposed to be a leader and someone they can look up to. I let them down. And I disappointed you.” You lifted his face up, “You could never disappoint me Quinn Hughes. You went out there and did your very best. Sometimes we fall short. You didn’t let the guys down. You will come in tomorrow and get back on top. You had a bad game not a bad season.” Quinn sniffled as he weakly smiled at you, “You really are the greatest aren’t you?”

There ain’t a thing a man can do. She’ll only love you for you.

Quinn Hughes was head over heels for you. He had been since the night he met you. But seeing you standing in his bathroom doing skin care wearing nothing but your panties and one of his Canucks shirts drove him crazy. He’d known for months he was in love with you, but he was unsure if he should tell you. But seeing the sight of you in his clothes looking so perfect was the selling point. His voice came out sure and smooth, “I love you.” You didn’t skip a beat as you rubbed your facial serum into your skin, “I love you too Quinnie.” Quinn sighed as your words filled his ears. He was finally at peace with you and the smaller acts that he would argue are the biggest things in the world.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

guess what??? its lydia again‼️

(ignore the first ask, i had to fix an error)

Hello Felle! ♡

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LYDIA!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HER AGAIN ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE SO MUCH, I'M SO HONORED YOU'D WANT TO DRAW HER AGAIN ♡♡♡♡

Really, thank you!! ♡ I appreciate you taking the time to draw her ♡ (and fact that you've drawn her multiple times too is just- I can't thank you enough ♡)

Thank you so much!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[messylustt]

hii since u said you’d do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesn’t like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and it’s like a angry love confession and maybe smut?

++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds💗💗

you’re my friend, not theirs — stiles stilinski + reader ( teen wolf ) : stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins.

contents : jealous!stiles. kissing. sorry no actual p in v. i need to watch teen wolf again — that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweettt

"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.

You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were said—by your strange friend group—to be alphas.

Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.

"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.

You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.

Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"

"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.

"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.

"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.

Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."

"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.

"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.

"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.

"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.

"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.

"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at Lydia—Allison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."

Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.

Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"

You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.

You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.

"Shit— sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.

One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"

He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.

You nod. "Nice to meet you."

He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.

Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."

"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.

Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."

Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."

"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.

You chuckle. "Again—Lydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.

Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gaze—he followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.

What the hell were you talking about?—Stiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.

When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.

A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.

Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.

At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.

But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.

You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being empty—the laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."

"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.

Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."

"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.

Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"

Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"

"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"

"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."

"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalion—"

"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.

"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"

"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"

"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."

"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.

"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.

"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."

Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."

You scoff. "I'm not."

You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."

"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"

And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"

Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.

"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"

"You...like me?" You slowly ask.

Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.

Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."

"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.

He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.

Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.

But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.

"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.

"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.

"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."

You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.

"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.

Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.

"Oh, god— please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."

Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."

Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. “All for me."

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A Hint of Green

James Beaufort x Reader

Synopsis: Reader promised to support the Beaufort twins no matter what, having been friends with them for years. Reader adores Lydia, but loves James. But what happens when a certain scholarship student gets in the way?

Warning: only some swear words

P.S, a little self reflective because I've been dealing with thyroid and iron issues. Also, to the person that requested this, I'm sorry if this isn't particularly what you wanted. I'm a tad sick and so grammar and spelling might not also be the greatest.

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(Y/N) was a creature of habit and instinct. She did things as they appeared normal for her, doing them in ways that she was used to, as if any other way would stress her out and be too overwhelming to complete. And she has made it work.

One of these such habits? Hanging out with the Beaufort twins. Who are often arrogant but not enigmatic as many thought them to be. Or at least, that's what (Y/N) thought.

But it was also surprising to many because (Y/N) was plenty different from most heirs and children of millionaires. She wasn't arrogant. She didn't use her parents' money as an advantage. And maybe that was why the twins were so drawn to her. She was real. (Y/N) was herself. They could be themselves around her. No trying to please or live up to the expectations held by their fellow classmates, the professors, or even their parents. They could just be, and that was enough.

When it was just Lydia and (Y/N), they did typical girl stuff. It was actually more Lydia doing the girl stuff and (Y/N) reading a book. Lydia appreciated her company nonetheless. She allowed Lydia to talk about Mr. Sutton when she knew she couldn't talk to anyone else.(Y/N) had created a safe place for Lydia. And it was something that both Lydia and James were grateful for.

When it was James and (Y/N), things might have been a tad different. They were agreeably closer. They went for walks together. Studied for the Oxford interviews. Sat in silence listening to music, often resulting in (Y/N) gazing softly at James as he closed his eyes, basking in the moment.

She allowed them to be them.

The three studied together. They went to parties together, even if parties weren’t much of (Y/N)’s thing. But it didn't matter, because James or Lydia was always right there. And they were there for her when she started having health issues and finally diagnosed with hypothyroidism and iron deficiency anemia. They were there for her when she got frustrated with the constant testing and the changing of meds. They knew that it was affecting her hormones and understood it would take time to balance back out. And she was thankful for them. That they never took her snappy comments and fatigued laiden excuses to heart.

(Y/N) knew it before, but when the Twins understood her health issues just as much as her parents did, when no one else would, it had only strengthened her want to support them and be there for them in every way that they were there for her.

And she did just that.

As much as it was wrong and someone should have been told, she saw how happy Lydia was with Mr. Sutton. Although, (Y/N) was certain that she could never look at him in the same way ever again.

She ultimately supported James when he started spending time with Elaine. Even if it hurt and it pained her, because deep down, her heart held a place for him, just waiting for him to come and take it. But she knew he was doing it for Mortimer, being the golden child of the twins. Although she didn't like Mortimer nor the way he treated either one of his children, she supported James wanting to please his father. Didn't mean that she didn't stress to James about being his own person.

And then Ruby Bell came into the picture.

(Y/N) was there for Lydia when she walked up to the group of them at the poolside of their home. James caught (Y/N)’s gaze from where he sat in the pool, her stomach doing a flip before the two went to Lydia, where they found out that Ruby Bell had walked in on her and Mr. Sutton. She was also there for her when ultimately, Lydia would tell her that she was pregnant.

(Y/N) didn't necessarily support James' way of trying to buy Bell out, regardless if it worked or not, but she stood behind him, supporting him regardless. She stood with him and the other boys when the Welcome party was destroyed by the strippers. Lexington was beyond pissed with him, but she supported James regardless for wanting to protect his sister. She wanted to do the same.

And now, here she was, supporting James, although very poorly, as he spent time with Ruby Bell on the planning committee. It was his punishment for the stunt pulled at the welcome party. She understood that. But it didn't mean she liked it.

She watched as over the weeks, the two had spent more and more time together. And although James and (Y/N) still texted plenty throughout the day, the time in which she saw him lessened and lessened as hours moved by. And she understood why, but she knew who he was with, and although she could tolerate Elaine, she couldn't tolerate Ruby Bell.

So (Y/N) did whatever she could to take her mind off of him and Bell. She didn't want to face a heartbreak if he became a couple with her. So she did what she thought was best. Love someone before James loved Bell.

Although it would have been best to talk to him, she did not. She knew this, but refused, because if James being with Ruby would make him happy, she didn't want to get in the way. Even if it tore her slowly apart.

And as the days since the enactment of his punishment grew in number, he spent more time Ruby. Less time with (Y/N). But it gave (Y/N) more time to go on dates to fill that questionable hole of the future. A future that she would prefer with James, but a future nonetheless. Unfortunately, it also left less time to spend with Lydia.

And over time, texts with James became small and quick. They often left (Y/N) staring at her phone in sadness before putting it away. Something had to be done, but she wasn't sure what.

If James cared enough, he would reach out to her. But she was also smart enough to know that it went both ways. But it was just as much her responsibility as it was his to mend things. But nothing had even happened to break things. So why was she acting like this?

And so (Y/N) spent the next few weeks going on dates. Most never made it past the second one. They were not James. And she knew that, yet she still continued to slowly break her own heart without even noticing.

Whenever she saw James with Ruby, she avoided the two, even if James noticed her or not. She kept herself at a distance because she knew in the end she would potentially be safer. But was she really? Was she only doing more damage?

Whenever she moved away and avoided him, she could see the hurt evident in his eyes. Lydia was also confused as to what happened as (Y/N) slowly became quiet to the both of them. The Beaufort twins began to wonder if they did anything.

Neither of them technically did anything wrong.

It was all (Y/N). And she realized that.

News eventually spread that (Y/N) started dating, after for the longest time, she swore it off. She didn't think he would find out. (Y/N) wouldn't think that James would care. But secretly he did, and she was soon to find that out.

The Beaufort twin was jealous. Jealous of the ones that had (Y/N), even if he only had himself to blame. And she Would get her wish for James to do something.

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(Y/N) was walking down the hallway, her bag slung around her shoulder and her face in a book. It was enough to distract her from who also was in the hallway with her, and it wasn't until she collided with another body that she refocused herself with her surroundings. Especially the person currently standing in front of her.

James Mortimer Beaufort.

She opened her mouth to say his name, but only closed it when her body wouldn't let her, even if her brain screamed for it.

(Y/N)’s eyes danced across his face, taking in his appearance, and in the spur of the moment, quickly turned on her heel, hoping for an escape.

She was quickly stopped, his right arm stretched out, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She now realized she had dropped her book.

“What are you doing?” He asked. (Y/N) stared at him in silence for several moments, before finally turning fully to face him and straightened her posture.

“What am I doing?” She asked. James gave her a hardened stare, almost similar to the one she heard he had given Ruby Bell after hearing what happened.

And both of them knew at this moment that it would be their first actual fight in the several years that they have been friends. Will they make it or break it?

James matched her stare and stance, his hand still wrapped her wrist and she basked in it,loved it, and then hated herself when she pulled it away from him to further prove her point.

“You are going to have to elaborate because I don't know what you're talking about James.” He let out an angry huff through his nose, and (Y/N) had barely missed the look of jealousy that flashed across his face.

“The dating, (Y/N). What are you doing?”

“Oh. I didn't know that you suddenly took on the role of my father, James. What is wrong with me dating?” She asked. (Y/N) was being genuine. What was the issue?

“You swore it off. So why start now, all of a sudden?” At this point in time, (Y/N) could almost feel the jealousy seeping off of James in waves.

“And what happened to hating Ruby Bell?” She asked. “You've been hanging around her so much.”

“What does she have to do with this?” James argued.

“What doesn't she have to do with this, James!” (Y/N) cried out. She threw her hands up in the air, tears threatening to spill. He noticed the tears, wondering really how bad things were. “You came to Maxton Hall after that day Lydia came to us with a sickening hatred for her.”

“Things change, (Y/N).”

“Yea. I guess they do.” She turned to leave again when James stopped her once more. “Let go of me.” (Y/N) snapped. James hesitated, knowing she’d probably leave, but was surprised when she didn't. Dare he say pleasantly surprised.

It was several minutes before one of them spoke.

“When was the last time we hung out James? The last time we were together as friends and not some acquaintances that would be forgotten weeks later? Or how about when was the last time we went over stuff for Oxford? Preparing for the interviews. Talking about the campus and what we'd do once we got there? When was the last time we were just “us” together?” She stared at him for several minutes before he finally spoke.

“And you thought the best way to fix that was by avoiding me? Not only me, but also Lydia?” He asked.

“Oh my goodness! What don't you understand James?”

“I don't know (Y/N). You might have to explain it to me. Because what does me being with Ruby Bell have anything to do with you and me and my sister?” She stared at him, realizing that the conversation had gone off topic. They were no longer talking about her dating. They were talking about them.

“I admit, it had nothing to do with Lydia and I feel like an ass for abandoning her-”

“Understatement.” He huffed out. (Y/N) stared at James, at a loss for words. What was she doing? She was willing to support the twins no matter what. And right now she is failing to do that.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stammered and she turned to leave once more, only to be stopped once again. James tugged her against him, his hands coming up to cup her face as she closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. She missed this. She missed him. And she was blaming herself because she might lose it all.

“(Y/N). Look at me.” She hesitated, but slowly opened them. James stared at her, and the jealousy and anger was gone and in was a look of comfort and apologies.

“You want to know why I questioned you about why you were dating?” James asked. A tear rolled down her cheek and he was quick to brush it away.

“Because a crazy rabid squirrel in your head told you too?” She asked, trying to make humor of the situation. He gave her a small smile, a huff of laughter escaping from him.

“Jealousy.” He answered. (Y/N) snorted and James frowned. “What's so funny?”

“Because that's the same reason I started trying to date. I got jealous that you started to spend more time with Bell and not me and I took the irrational way out. And now I feel like arse because I wasn't supporting You guys. I blamed you and it wasn't your fault.”

“But it was my fault. I should have devoted equal time to you as well.” He explained. the two stared at each other for several moments. James gently brushed her cheeks as one of her hands played with the strap of his bag.

It was several more moments of silence before (Y/N) spoke again.

“So are we just going to avoid the elephant In the room?” She asked.

“what's that?”

“We both said our actions were because we were jealous.” It took James a moment to process what she meant. And when he finally did, he glanced down at her lips and then back at her eyes before harshly pulling her in for a kiss. A tiny gasp left her, before she quickly followed suit. A small thud could be heard as her bag fell of her shoulder and onto the floor and her hands found refuge in his hair. She met the ferocity of the kiss equally, letting out a small huff as he pressed her flushed against the wall. One of his hands moved from her face to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

They savored the moment. After so long of nothing, they were going to savor this.

At least that was until they remembered they needed to breathe. Oxygen was a fundamental after all.

“So you don't love her?” (Y/N) asked. James gave her an incredulous look.

“We are both out of breath after just kissing and you ask that? Am I in love with her?” (Y/N) only stared at him in silence, but a small smirk pulled at her lips. She was fucking with him. “Oh darling. You are truly something.” Her smirk softened into a tiny smile as it was now her turn to press a hand to his cheek. James turned his head softly, pressing a kiss to her palm, never breaking eye contact. (Y/N) swore her legs turned to jello just then.

“I missed you.” She finally spoke. “And I'm sorry for being so stubborn.”

“I missed you too, darling. and if anyone has to apologize, it's me.” James’ stare hardened, telling her that he was going to win this apology battle. And she gave it to him. “Oh. And one more thing.” (Y/N) stared at him, waiting.

He paused for several seconds.

“I'll give you the world, sweetheart. Don't forget that.”

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PHOTO ALBUM (part two)

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft!dom chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you and chris finally have alone time, you guys want to make the most of it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, fluff, swearing, p in v, sleepy sex, a little praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 715

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the second part for @whoreforchrissturniolo request😜

marylou opens the front door and smiles wide, you and chris walking into his childhood home and placing the car seats on the ottoman. “how are you doing, sweetie?” she greets with a hug, chris unbuckling the twins so braeden and lydia can stretch.

“i’m doing good.” you reply. “just tired.”

“tell me about it,” she says lowly, chris coming to your side. his mother talks to the babies, taking both of them out of the seats and holding them in her arms. she is a pro.

“thank you again, mom. i’m sorry we keep coming over like this, especially when dad’s at work.”

she scoffs, refusing to take her eyes off of her grandchildren. “don’t be silly. go get rest; i got this.”

occasionally, you and chris would come over to his parent's house in the morning to have them watch the kiddos while you guys get some extra sleep. it helps tremendously, since the amount of sleep you guys get is about four hours.

because of the eye bags, it does look like you guys got punched in the face.

once you plop onto chris’s bed, you get under the covers and snuggle instantly, eyes already half closed. “your mom is a lifesaver.” you mumble.

he giggles, facing toward you and taking your hand to peck it. a peck leads to him kissing up your arm, then neck, then to him on top of you with your arms wrapped around his neck. your lips move in sync. it’s slow, but it’s full of need.

ever since the kids were born, you guys have not had time to have sex, which is understandable. right now, you guys are exhausted, but you can’t stop now.

he pulls away, groaning when you reach your hand into his pants and pump his base. “fuck.” he whispers, feeling him getting harder under your touch.

you hum when he pushes your hand away, untying both his and your bottoms before pulling them down. he goes in and kisses you again, this time inserting his tongue into your mouth.

soft moans and pants leave your mouths, keeping in the back of your heads to not be so loud. you guys are supposed to be asleep, after all.

gasping, you grab onto chris’s arms. you haven’t felt him in a very long time, so adjusting to the size again will be difficult. he leans to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “you’re taking it so well, baby. just a little more, okay?”

you whine, chris taking one of your hands and interlocking his fingers with it above your head. once he thrusts softly into you, your eyes flutter closed. you throw your head back, taking in what you haven’t felt in almost a year.

“damn,” he grunts, leaving kisses on your neck and collarbone. he missed this.

“you feel so good.” you whimper, gripping tighter onto his hand that’s holding yours. he moans in response, licking his lips to focus on how well you wrap around him.

you open your eyes, his already staring back at yours. your noses graze each other, mouths open wide with heavy pants escaping them. because it’s been forever, your orgasm already started to build.

his cock moves deep inside you, a high-pitched moan louder than the others falling past your lips before you cover them with your palm. clenching hard, chris’s hips jut. “you’re squeezing so fucking tight. is someone close? hm?”

“y-yes.” you exhale. “i need to cum so bad. i-i miss cumming around your cock.”

those words cause a groan, his hips moving slightly faster to also get to his climax. “sh-shit.” he stammers. “that’s right. cum around my dick like the good girl you are. there we go.”

legs trembling, you continue to moan as your release smears down his shaft. multiple grunts and ruts of the pelvis later, the feeling of chris’ cum oozing inside of you has you thanking god that you recently got back on birth control. you love the babies, but you certainly don’t need another one at the moment.

he lays at your side, arms wrapping around your waist and nuzzling deep into your back. you were tired before, but that got you guys falling asleep in seconds, enjoying the peace while listening to each other’s heartbeats.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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That glare & Beej showing his love for Lydia.

In the counseling office Lydia says Beej's name once, so he screeches ( a' la the original movie) and binds her mouth. Her expression isn't one of fear or terror -- unlike Rory -- but of "Oh god, seriously, you're pulling this on me again, I could slap you, you jerk" that you have with someone you know well and who can irritate the fuck out of you, but you still want him around.

unmute

Later, Lydia rips off the stitches, proving that her lips weren't actually sewn shut, but the stitches were more like duct tape. Beej didn't do anything that would really cause her pain. And, more importantly, she has the power to defeat his power.

Beetlejuice grants Lydia autonomy over his admittedly massive powers. She apparently doesn't realize this yet -- she's pissed at him for the moment.

But, if this storyline follows logically, Lydia should eventually see Beetlejuice could pretty much force her to do anything, if he wanted. She should, I hope, notice that, as obnoxious and arrogant as he is, he gives her the choice in so many things.

In the counseling session he shuts up her just long enough to show what a coward Rory is -- he knows she'd interrupt. He shows how Rory refused to listen to what Lydia said about not saying Beej's name in order to force her to face her supposed delusion. If Lydia were paying attention she'd see Rory treats her as an inferior, that he thinks he knows what's best for her, that she isn't mature or clear-headed and therefore he needs to control her. Beetlejuice shows Lydia, not tells, that she can handle the strange and unusual and gross, but Rory has no stomach, or spine, for it. When Beej says "C'mere" to Lydia and draws her to him, he doesn't stop her from snapping "Home home home!" and leaving, which we can be pretty sure he could do.

He shows, not tells, Lydia what a lying, conning bastard Rory has been all along, and merely asks -- doesn't tell -- if she'd like to do something about it, and provides her with an aid -- the boxing glove -- to express her feelings.

My personal theory is Beetlejuice needs Lydia to decide for herself whether she warms to him or not. Twice he's made a deal with her and held up his end. Twice Lydia has broken her side of the bargain. But in neither case has he used his power to punish her for it. He stepped aside and helped her reconnect with her dead husband by going to "th' lil' Boys Room." He saved Astrid, not only from the Netherworld but from Jeremy. He saved Lydia from a bad marriage to a user who didn't love her. And, peripherally, he saved her from a life lost in a pill-popping fog, a life Rory kept her in as "an enabler" -- which Beej pointed out in the counseling session.

Sooner or later, Lydia should realize all this. Beetlejuice not shoving it in her face -- "HEY! I saver yer life an' yer daughter's life an' this is the thanks I get?!" -- shows he wants Lydia to come to this on her own, in her own time.

I mean, shit, what potential lover/boyfriend/husband all does this?

Once her anger at her life suddenly being up-ended fades, Lydia, being an intelligent woman now free of mind-numbing drugs, should awaken to the strange fact that Beetlejuice has actually been doing things in her interest more than in his.

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Saving Grace- Part 2

Here is the follow up for my latest Eddie Diaz imagine, thank you all for the amazing response to the first part. I hope you will all like this second part.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: After Eddie saves a woman on a call, she becomes very attached to him. He tries to tell her he isn't interested, but it doesn't go well when she decides to taunt him by hurting his wife.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been asleep.

The moment she got through the door, she called Eddie to say she was home and when she flopped onto the sofa, she could feel her mind starting to shut down almost immediately. The last thing she heard was Eddie's voice on the other end of the phone, asking her to try and eat something and let him know if she did and if she started to feel any worse.

But she didn't know how long she had been asleep for; all she knew was that she didn't wake up because of the alarm she set so she was on time to collect Chris.

She woke up because there was a hand covering her mouth.

Finger dug bruisingly into her cheek. A rough palm pressed down on her mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth and pushing her head down into the cushion until she was almost imbedded into it.

When her eyes frantically opened and scanned around, she realised it wasn't anyone she knew stood in front of her.

But when she felt the blade of a kitchen knife press against her throat beneath her chin, her body started to shake.

And all she could do was scream.

"Scream again, and I use the knife. Got it?"

(Y/n) nodded. She would do anything to get this woman away from her. She wouldn't scream. She wouldn't make a sound or try and chomp her teeth down on the hand that was smashed into her mouth. (Y/n) wouldn't do anything, she wouldn't make a break for it or try to grab for her phone that was on the coffee table.

As long as she let go of her and removed the knife from her throat, (Y/n) would play nice.

Once the knife was pulled away and the hand let go of her mouth, (Y/n) took a deep breath and rolled her lips, moving her jaw from side to side to get the feeling back in her face. The bottom of her tooth had cut into her upper lip from the woman's tight grip and her jaw had started to ache.

Lydia. That was her name. That was the name of the woman Eddie said kept sending him those strange messages. The woman that turned up at the station almost every day last week to try and talk to Eddie.

How did she know where they lived? Why was she here?

Eddie told her to leave him alone. (Y/n) had been around the side of the truck with Hen, but they both heard him tell her in the sternest voice (Y/n) had ever heard from her husband. He told Lydia she couldn't keep coming by the station and she had to stop trying to message him. He was happily married with a family, he wasn't interested in anything she wanted.

Even Bobby had gone and told Lydia she wasn't welcome by the station as she was causing a distraction and she didn't have a problem they could help with. She was getting in the way of the team by coming round every day and she was pestering his team which Bobby wouldn't tolerate.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) kept her voice quiet, afraid to speak any louder and break the atmosphere or cause Lydia to fly into a fit of rage. One wrong word and the knife might be back against her skin again.

Moving her hands to her sides, (Y/n) pressed down on the sofa and slowly sat up and swung her legs over the side until her feet were firmly on the laminate floor. She could feel her fingers digging harshly into the edge of the sofa, scrunching the material up beneath her nails as her shoulders sagged forward and her eyes locked on Lydia.

She had been so intently focused on the knife and the fact that this crazed woman was in her house that she didn't realise two other people were here too.

Two men were stood in the doorway to the living room behind Lydia.

What was going on? What were they trying to do?

"To teach you a lesson."

"Me?" (Y/n) hated how fragile her voice sounded and she gritted her teeth together when Lydia only smiled at her pathetic voice.

So this wasn't a joke or a mistake. Lydia was intentionally here for (Y/n), not because she thought Eddie might come home soon or because she wanted to see him. She was here to hurt (Y/n), clearly. She was this hell bent on having Eddie to herself that she had found out where they lived and come to scare his wife.

"Yes, you. Little Mrs Diaz." She smiled as if this was something obvious that (Y/n) was just too silly to understand. "Because you've taken him from me. Eddie should be with me, but he's not, because of you. So I have to do something about that."

Unease washed over (Y/n) and she leaned back, clicking her spine into place as she tried to keep a distance between her and this unhinged woman. Her lip curled in anger when Lydia sat down on the coffee table, directly across from her. She could feel the knife pressing into the edge of her knee, tapping against her knee cap like some kind of silent warning or message.

"How did I take him from you?" (Y/n) looked between Lydia and the men behind her, hoping someone would see to reason. "He married me over a year ago, he's my husband. I haven't stolen him from you."

Why was it (Y/n)'s fault for marrying Eddie way before Lydia even laid her eyes on him? (Y/n) had been with Eddie for the past four years and she was his wife. She wasn't some stranger on the streets drawing Eddie away from Lydia like a mermaid drawing him to his death in the sea. This wasn't (Y/n)'s fault and surely the two men, whoever they were, could see that too.

Her words had the opposite effect she wanted on Lydia. They didn't help her to see reason, they only infuriated her even more.

"He can't be with me because you're here. So I need to take you out the equation." When the knife moved to press into her abdomen, (Y/n) felt all the blood drain down to her toes. "And them too."

"Do you think that's wise?" (Y/n) spoke before she could stop herself and she reached her hand out to curl around the blade. She didn't care at the sting in her palm when Lydia started to rotate the knife from side to side until it started to slice into her hand. She just wanted it away from her stomach.

"What?"

(Y/n)'s tongue darted out over her dry, chapped lips and her eyes kept glancing from the knife up to Lydia. "You know Eddie, you know him really well… do you think a family man like him would be okay with you hurting his child?"

It was worth a try. It was worth seeing if trying to talk on Lydia's wavelength would get her to calm down just a little. If she thought she knew Eddie as well as she did, then (Y/n) needed to appeal to that side of her. She knew (Y/n) was pregnant, she must have found that out from Eddie or from watching them when they were at the station.

And if she had observed Eddie that much, she would see how much his family meant to him. She must see that hurting the baby- not to mention hurting (Y/n)- was going to send Eddie over the edge. He wouldn't want anything happening to his family.

A spark of adrenaline fluttered to life in (Y/n)'s stomach when her phone started to ring.

It was Eddie.

He had impeccable timing, as if he had some sort of sixth sense for when (Y/n) needed him and knew just how to pick his moments.

(Y/n) let her eyes dart across to her phone that was resting beside Lydia's leg. She saw Eddie's picture light up her phone, the picture of him in his thin black vest, matching shorts and tinted sunglasses from when they took Chris to the beach last month. He had such a cheesy grin on his face and one leg crossed over the other as he sat down in the sand with a beer in hand.

Without wasting a second, (Y/n) lunged forward, letting go of the knife that was coated in her blood as a thin, superficial slash mark appeared on the palm of her hand.

She swiped the button before Lydia could stop her and she managed to click it onto loud speaker before she tossed the phone across the room so Lydia and her henchmen couldn't get to it.

"Eddie! Eddie help me!" She screamed as loudly as she could and thrust her elbow back into Lydia's stomach when she tried to grab her by the hair to stop her reaching her phone. "No- Eddie please!" His name tore from her lips like a banshee howl as (Y/n) landed on the floor with a loud bang when Lydia grabbed her ankle and yanked her back.

"Baby what's going on? Are you in trouble?"

His voice rang out through the air and caused both women to pause. (Y/n) could hear the panic in her husband's voice, but Lydia could hear that overwhelming, protective urge in his voice that wasn't directed at her, but at another.

And it angered her.

(Y/n) could feel the tears pooling in her eyes and falling down her face when one of the men latched his hand into her hair and yanked her up off the floor. Her fingers scratched behind her at his wrist and she tried to slam her heels down on his feet but she was barefoot. Without her work boots or any shoes with a thick bottom layer, she wasn't going to cause enough harm as she needed to get free.

"Christ (Y/n) talk to me! What's happening?" The utter confusion and paranoia in Eddie's voice was unmatched by anything else. He knew (Y/n) was at home, she had fallen asleep on their last phone call when she got home and it had only been an hour and a half since then.

Eddie couldn't think of a reason for (Y/n) to leave the house when she wasn't well and Chris was still in school. But any number of things could be happening. She could have hurt herself, become sicker, had complications with the baby. Anything could be wrong and she wasn't telling him.

The other man seemed to break free from his trance in the doorway and his gritty voice made (Y/n) shiver as he moved to pick up her phone from the floor.

"She's ours now."

She writhed against the man behind her and held her head up when the knife pressed back against her neck and Lydia stood in front of her, glaring into her soul.

The sound of Eddie's scream tore through the air and abruptly ended when the man cut the call.

At least she had gotten through to him. At least Eddie knew something was happening and he could make his way home to her now. (Y/n) wouldn't be alone with these creeps for very long before her husband came home.

"That was sneaky. Now Eddie knows me and my brothers are here… I'll just have to move things along."

(Y/n) dug her nails into the man's wrist behind her but she took a sharp breath when the knife moved from her throat, down to her stomach again. This wasn't fair. Why was she doing this? Surely she could see that this wasn't going to win Eddie over or put him in her favour. Harming his wife and unborn child was only going to set Eddie off into a rampage that wouldn't be stopped. This wasn't going to go in Lydia's favour, no matter what she thought.

She could see the annoyance that washed over Lydia's face when (Y/n)'s phone began to ring again and Eddie's face flashed up on the screen. She shook her head at her brother who declined the call, but (Y/n) knew that wasn't going to do anything.

Eddie wasn't going to stop calling. He had no idea what was happening to (Y/n) or who was in the house with her. He would call and call and wait until someone answered or he reached the house.

"No!" When the knife pressed into her side and started to tear through her shirt, (Y/n) brought her knee up as high as she could. She rammed her kneecap into Lydia's left hip and sent her doubling over with a cry as her leg spasmed from the swift blow.

She forced her elbow up until it clocked the man's chin behind her and he had no choice but to let go of her hair.

Her hands reached forward but she wasn't quick enough to block the knife. The palm of her left hand was already dribbling blood down her wrist and she gasped when the knife sliced through her shirt.

The wound was superficial, at least, it felt superficial. The blade slashed across her abdomen rather than piercing straight through and that was a lucky break. (Y/n) didn't want to lose her baby by getting stabbed in the abdomen.

She pressed her bloodied hand against her side and thrust her right arm out to push Lydia away from her. But (Y/n) didn't get further than the armchair before one of the men grabbed her and roughly tossed her to the floor. Her right side bashed into the floor and sent a jolt running up her arm and quivering through her chest.

Gasps left her chapped lips and stars floated in front of her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing and gather her senses.

"Get off! Stop-" Tears blurred (Y/n)'s vision when hands deadlocked around her throat and made her lungs burst like balloons in her chest when she couldn't breathe.

Every inch of her body started to quiver and shake as she balled her hands into fists and rammed them into his groin to make him let go.

Ragged breaths scraped past her teeth and her chest heaved as she shimmied herself so she was sitting up on the floor against the armchair. She brought her knees up to her chest, pinning protectively in front of her stomach to try and make her stomach less of a target.

"Stop! Just stop, please." (Y/n) held her hands out in front of her legs and pressed her forehead down into the top of her knees. She felt sick. Every part of her body was shaking. Her hand was throbbing from the cut and she could feel her shirt sticking to her abdomen from the flesh wound she'd received.

The last thing (Y/n) wanted to do was fight her way out the house when she wasn't in the best shape mentally or physically. She was sick and run down and now she was hurt. (Y/n) would wait. She would try and talk this out and wait patiently for Eddie to get home and help her. Surely he would have called the police or at least Athena by now so they would have help here soon.

Lydia tilted her head back and groaned before she snatched the phone from her brother's hand when it started to ring again.

She knelt down on the floor in front of (Y/n) and huffed, smirking awkwardly to herself when she saw Eddie's picture flash up on the screen.

"He won't stop calling. You should answer him, y… you'll make him angry." (Y/n) doubted Lydia would want Eddie to be angry, especially not with her. The best thing she could do was to answer Eddie, it would let him know (Y/n) was still okay and conscious and it would buy (Y/n) some time if he would talk to Lydia.

She might calm down if Eddie talked to her.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), baby are you-"

"Hi Eddie."

"Lydia, what are you doing? Where's (Y/n)?" The strain was clear in Eddie's voice. He wasn't the least bit impressed to hear her voice instead of his wife. He wanted to talk to (Y/n). He wanted to know what was going on, why Lydia was there and if (Y/n) was okay because she had screamed. Eddie wasn't used to hearing her scream, at least not like that.

"Don't worry, she's here. For now." The smile on Lydia's face made (Y/n) shiver and she wrapped her arms around her knees to pull them tighter to her stomach.

"Put her on the phone. I wanna hear her tell me she's okay."

"I'm okay." (Y/n) spoke before Lydia could tell her not to. The last thing she wanted was Eddie going out his mind with worry. At least if he knew she was conscious and relatively okay, he wouldn't go into a panic attack.

"See, she's fine-"

"What the fuck are you doing at my house?" He wasn't in the mood for playing games.

Eddie knew (Y/n)'s voice and the different tones and he knew she was far from fine. She was or had been crying and her voice was shaky which meant she was scared. Eddie wouldn't stand for that. He was less than five minutes away from home and when he got there, he prayed (Y/n) would be okay because he didn't know what he would do if she wasn't.

When a man in a bar had cat-called (Y/n) and tried to touch her, Eddie broke his nose on the spot. Someone going as far as to hurt her would drive him wild.

"I'm getting rid of the problem, so you and I can be together. No loose ends to stop us or get in the way."

They both heard the quiet 'oh my God' that Eddie let out and it wasn't a good indicator.

(Y/n) watched the way Lydia's face fell. That wasn't the reaction she was hoping for. She wanted Eddie to thank her, to laugh and say how pleased he was or that this was what he secretly wanted. Lydia didn't want him to go off the rails for (Y/n). But part of her must have known that there was a big risk of Eddie reacting this way. She must have realised that Eddie might just fly off the handle at the thought of (Y/n) getting hurt.

She was his wife and Lydia had to see that Eddie loved her. He had done nothing to make her feel as though he loved her instead of (Y/n). Everything Eddie said and did showed how much he loved his wife.

"She's quite the screamer you know… especially when you cut her." Reaching forward, Lydia slashed the blade along (Y/n)'s left arm, catching her off guard and cutting deep enough to make (Y/n) whimper.

"Don't you dare!"

"Try me."

She hung up. She hung up on him. As if she had the right or the nerve to do that.

Eddie slammed his fist out into the window hard enough to make a crack appear in the glass as a scream tore at the back of his throat. Why was she doing this? Eddie hadn't done anything to lead her on or give her the wrong impression and (Y/n) had nothing to do with this.

He slammed his knuckles against the glass and then the steering wheel until he felt the skin splitting at the seams and a familiar stinging sensation flooding through his fingers.

Driving home from work had never taken so long and Eddie had never driven so carelessly before. He didn't usually cut the corners or fly past the speed limit and he didn't care how hazardous his parking was when he pulled up on the front, half on the grass verge in front of his house.

He stumbled out the door and ran up the path, banging his fist against the door when it didn't open and he had to search for his keys in his pocket. Of course the door would be locked. Why would they leave it open for him when they clearly chose to terrorise his wife when they knew he was at work.

"Eddie's home."

Hearing his name pass from Lydia's lips made Eddie cringe and he could feel his stomach churning at the thought of what he was about to walk into.

She sounded so serene and calm for someone who was clearly unhinged and unstable enough to cause such torment.

He didn't like what he saw.

He passed through the hall and stood in the doorway of the living room with his hands balled up into fists at his sides and tremors rattling through his muscles. (Y/n) was sat in the armchair near the sofa, both hands clenched tightly around her knees and her shoulders hunched forward. But she had her head tilted back as a man Eddie had never seen before was stood behind the chair with a knife held against her throat.

Eddie could see blood lathered across both (Y/n)'s hands and blood was smeared all up her left arm, but he couldn't see where it was coming from or where the wound was. And when he noticed her shirt was sticking to her abdomen with a thick line of blood down her left side, he could have screamed.

What had they done to her? Why did he leave her home alone? Why didn't he take the day off and stay home with her?

"You're home," Lydia repeated with a sickly sweet smile that made Eddie's jaw clench. "Why don't we go talk?"

"Why don't you let my wife leave?" His hands moved to his hips and his head tilted back as he looked down at her. His eyes followed her movements as she got up and moved to stand in front of him, and when she tried to reach out for him, he took a step back.

Eddie didn't want to be close to her. He didn't want to touch her in any way, he didn't want to be close enough to feel her breathing down his neck. All he wanted was to have (Y/n) safe and have these people out of their home.

He took the liberty of calling Athena on his way home and had been assured that officers would be at the house soon. They needed to hurry up.

"What for? I'm doing you a favour, this is for us-"

"No. You've hurt her enough and I'm not gonna let you do anything else to her." Eddie couldn't keep his eyes on Lydia, his attention kept drawing back to his wife. All he wanted to was run over to her and check that she was alright. He wanted to see why she was bleeding, what injuries she had and tend to them and take her to get checked out.

"That's not up to you." Lydia held her chin up defiantly and placed her hands on her hips, matching Eddie's stance.

But she wasn't expecting him to grab her by the throat.

His fingers squeezed tightly around her thin neck until all she could do was scrape small fragments of air past her lips. She dug her nails into his wrist but Eddie didn't feel the movement. He held tight enough to frighten her and to get the attention of the two men who clearly weren't expecting things to play out like this.

"Actually it is. You wanted my attention, now you have it. Tell your friends to wait outside." If she wanted Eddie to listen and play along, she had to go along with the rules he was setting in place.

He wasn't going to listen to her if she was threatening (Y/n) and he wasn't going to sit back and let her try and torture his wife or wind him up. As soon as the men were outside, Eddie could focus on (Y/n) and deal with Lydia easily. And the police should be here soon and they could arrest the two men if they were waiting outside like bait.

When Eddie let go of her neck, Lydia gulped for air and moved her hands to hold her neck as she stumbled on her back foot. But the message seemed to have gotten through to her because she nodded and pointed at the two men until they trudged through the hall.

She had gotten what she wanted. She had hurt (Y/n) like she set out to do and now she had Eddie's attention. That was what she wanted. She wanted Eddie and now she had him, just not in the way she was hoping for.

"Why would you do this?" Eddie had to ask.

He couldn't fathom how Lydia thought doing any of this was fine. How she thought she could constantly call and text him and show up at his place of work every day like a lost puppy and think he would be okay with this. He couldn't see how she thought attacking his family was going to magically make Eddie fall in love with her and want to be with her.

Surely she could see this was only going to make him feel the opposite and want to be as far away from her as possible.

"For us. She's a hindrance to us."

"She's my wife! The only problem here is you." Eddie didn't care for the way Lydia reeled back as if he'd slapped her. And he didn't care for the broken hearted expression she wore which only ignited his anger even further.

He barged his shoulder into hers and walked past her so he could go over to (Y/n). She needed his attention and he needed to find out whether she was okay or not.

A round of trembling set in (Y/n)'s body when Eddie knelt down in front of her. Her eyes followed him as he crouched down and slowly curled his hands over her knees to part her thighs. He spread her legs to either side and wedged himself between them so her knees were pressed into his chest and his hands raked over her thighs.

He trailed his fingertips across her thighs and worked his way up to her take her wrists. He pulled her hands closer to his face for inspection and his chest tightened when he saw the cut down the base of her left palm.

That was where most of the blood seemed to have come from.

When Eddie pulled her left arm closer, he tilted it at an angle and rolled his lips together at seeing another slash mark down the side of her arm just below her elbow. His thumb trailed across the mark which made (Y/n) shiver and wince and Eddie knew it was going to require stitches.

He could feel Lydia hovering close behind him, trying to look over his shoulder and see what he was doing but he didn't care. His attention would stay on (Y/n) until Lydia tried to say or do something that riled him up.

He scrunched the bottom of (Y/n)'s shirt in his hand and lifted it up and (Y/n) curled her fingers around Eddie's arm as she looked down to see how deep the cut was on her stomach.

It looked deeper than she first thought, but it didn't look worrying enough concerning the baby. She had had a shock today and a tumble, but (Y/n) was sure the baby was fine. She prayed the baby was okay. Her fingers tightened around Eddie's arm when he turned to look over his shoulder but both his hands stayed around (Y/n). He had his left hand now beneath her shirt on the middle of her back and his right hand was held protectively over her stomach.

"Did you do this?" Something told Eddie that Lydia had been the one to cause these marks on (Y/n), even though one of the men had been holding the knife against her when Eddie walked in.

"You should be with me. You saved me, we're supposed to be together and she's in the way of that. She needs to go."

Part of Eddie wished he hadn't saved her. A big part of him wished they hadn't gotten there in time or that Evan or Hen had been the ones to pull her up out of that balcony. He wished she didn't suddenly attach herself to him because now it had caused his wife to be harmed and Eddie couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't change what had happened and now he was going to be worrying about making sure this never happened again.

"She needs to go to hospital." Reaching his arms around, Eddie pressed both his hands down against (Y/n)'s back and slowly stood up, pulling (Y/n) up to her feet with him.

He needed to get her to a doctor and have her stitched up and checked over to make sure she was okay. He wasn't wasting anymore time here with someone as derranged as Lydia.

"No! You can't choose her over me!"

(Y/n) coiled her arms to her chest and let Eddie move her behind him. She reached one hand out to scrunch his shirt up in her fist and she leaned her head forward until her temple was pressed into the back of his shoulder. She felt his left arm reach behind him and clamp down on her hip, making sure she was safely behind him and out of reach of Lydia.

She heard him seethe "There was never a choice." before he started to mutter 'Out' under his breath as he nudged her backwards until she took the hint and moved towards the door.

(Y/n) flung the door open but her hands reached out for Eddie's arm when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her out off the doorstep.

"Eddie-" She couldn't help but snap her eyes closed and she yanked hard on Eddie's arm, causing him to stumble over the threshold to try and keep up with her.

"Let her go!"

"They're good, they're safe let them go." Athena's voice cut through the air and she waved her hand over at Eddie and (Y/n).

The moment Eddie's hands grappled with her waist, (Y/n) flung herself forward into his chest and bound her arms around his torso. She pressed as deeply into him as she could until his arm wound around her waist and his hand tangled in her hair to keep her close. She could feel his lips mingling against the top of her head, burying in her hair and he tightened his hold on her when Lydia started to scream as she was apprehended.

"I've got you, mi amor. Shh, it's okay now."

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"No- no get off me!" (Y/n) flung her left arm out and but her teeth punctured into her lower lip and a quiet mewl burned at the back of her throat when her arm ignited in pain and she felt the wound stretch.

Her hand moved to cradle her arm that she brought against her chest and she moved two steps back until she was stood near the window. "I need to assess you-"

"Eddie, please…" (Y/n) felt blood welling up on her tongue from her lip when she bit down harder.

Her eyes cast over to her husband stood near the door. He looked very casual, leaning his shoulders back against the wall with his arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other.

She didn't want the nurse to touch her. (Y/n) had had enough of being a spectacle today. She had been forced to sit and wait in the truck this morning on their call and have the whole team stare at her like she was incapable of doing her job. Then she had been pushed down and stabbed and frightened and hurt. The last thing she needed was another stranger prodding and assessing her when Eddie could do it just fine.

The first doctor told Eddie he couldn't tend to (Y/n)'s wounds because he wasn't a doctor and he didn't work here. But they weren't going to have a choice if (Y/n) didn't let anyone else touch her.

Eddie pushed off the wall when the nurse looked at him with pleading eyes and a sigh. She would let him do his job as a medic if it would help (Y/n).

They switched places. The nurse stood near the door, staying around to help and grab the equipment but letting Eddie take the lead. When he silently pointed at the bed, (Y/n) trailed back over and slowly sat back down on the bed. She parted her legs to the side when Eddie grabbed a stool and sat down between her knees so he could check her injuries.

He began to hum as he dabbed the wet cotton swabs against (Y/n)'s left palm and then down her arm to clean away the dried blood and see how deep the wounds were.

"Do I need stitches?"

"You do no your arm, mi amor. Will you let me do it, please?"

(Y/n) nodded. She would let Eddie do anything. He was the only one who could look after her when she was ill and they both knew it.

"Let's sort your hand first," He cleaned the wound with antiseptic and took the suture strips the nurse had already laid out on the side table next to the bed.

Eddie held (Y/n)'s wrist tightly when she winced and her hand trembled, but she tried her best to stay still as he stuck four strips over the wound to hold it together tightly. Her hand wound wasn't too deep, small strips would be enough to hold the skin together and he would bandage it to make sure it stayed clean and didn't get infected.

But her arm needed proper stitches and although Eddie wasn't strictly supposed to do them since they were now in the hospital, he would have to because the nurse wasn't getting anywhere.

"This is gonna hurt, try and hold still for me."

Eddie took the needle the nurse handed out to him that would numb (Y/n)'s arm enough for him to stitch it back together.

(Y/n) tilted her head back and snapped her eyes closed, groaning when the needle pressed into the crease of her elbow. A quiet whimper bubbled past her lips when Eddie cleaned the wound again before he got the stitches ready which the nurse hovered by to watch. But Eddie knew what he was doing. He had been in the army, he had stitched people up on the move while snipers aimed at them and bombs went off in the background.

He had stitched a comrad up in the back of a helicopter before with a steady hand and the neatest stitches he had ever done. Eddie could do this, no problem.

He hated the way (Y/n) groaned and slammed her free hand down into the bed when he slipped the needle through her skin and started the stitching. He knew she had never had to have stitches before. Broken bones was the only thing (Y/n) had experienced and now she was being stitched up when she wouldn't have needed to be if Lydia didn't get involved.

Eight stitches later and (Y/n) felt like she was going to pass out. The sight of those tiny dark blue threads in her arm made her eyes water and she was grateful when Eddie rolled two lots of bandages around her arm and down her wrist. From her elbow to the base of her fingers, her arm was covered in white bandage roll and secured with medical tape to make sure it stayed tight and in place.

"Lift up your shirt, mi amor." Eddie shuffled closer until his knees pressed into the edge of the bed and he gratefully took the cotton swabs the nurse handed over to him.

"Please don't tell me I need more stitches," Her voice came out meek and quiet but she felt a wave of relief when Eddie leaned forward and kissed her stomach.

"No, baby. No more stitches." It was just a flesh wound and Eddie couldn't have been more grateful. That meant there was less chance of having any complications or problems with the baby. He applied some more suture strips across her stomach just to make sure it would heal properly and he knew the nurse would give (Y/n) some antibiotics to take home. The last thing she needed was to get an infection from whatever knife had been used to cut her.

"Can I do a sonogram? Once we know the baby is okay, you can be cleared and sent home."

Eddie snapped off the latex gloves and tossed them in the bin before he wheeled the stool to the side so he wasn't in the way. He watched (Y/n) lift her legs up onto the bed and she shuffled higher until she was sat up and she tucked her shirt into her bra to keep it out the way.

She had only just had her latest sonogram last week, but at least this would clear the worries from their minds. And Eddie would get to see the sonogram this time.

Her hand reached out at her side until Eddie took the hint and tangled their fingers together. He brought their entwined hands up so he could kiss the back of her hand and he stood up, keeping as close to the side of the bed as he could.

His eyes focused on the screen but he didn't miss the way (Y/n) moved her other hand to her mouth and started to bite down on her nail out of nervous habit.

"All looks good, no loss of fluid, placenta and baby are in place… and there's the heartbeat."

That noise was like music to their ears and (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The baby was okay. Nothing had gone wrong or caused any problems. The baby was exactly where they should be and they were fine, the heartbeat proved that much. (Y/n) felt her lips curving up into a smile when Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"There's our baby."