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Just What I Needed: Part 3

A/N: get ready for this freaking rollercoaster. As many of you know, this is the next part in the AFTR series and in typical me fashion, turn out way longer than I intended it to be. Enjoy. ☺️

Thank you my dear @andrei-svech for beta reading and listening to me yell about this.

Word Count: 12.8k... ffs

You knew you were awake. You sensed too much going on for you not to be, and yet, you still were unable to open your eyes.

"Do you know how far along she is in her pregnancy?" A female voice you didn't recognize spoke up, sounding much louder than the various beeps and shuffles you also heard.

"14 weeks," Auston replied, his voice husky. The way his voice sounded whenever he was really upset about something. "Closer to 15 weeks now. Do you know what caused this?"

"Fainting isn't uncommon with pregnant women," a male voice stated. "Dehydration, drops in blood pressure, there's a couple of different reasons as to why this could have happened. We won't know for sure, what exactly, until she sees a doctor."

"I'm more concerned over the fact that she hasn't woken up yet," the woman said.

That's when you decided you needed to open your eyes, and as soon as you did, your gaze fell on Auston.

He looked rough, and that's putting it nicely. His hair was messy, it was evident that he'd been running his hands through it like he always does when he's anxious, and his eyes were red and puffy. He was gripping onto your right hand as he watched another man and woman that were also in the small space as they did something off in a corner.

It was then you realized the man and woman were paramedics, and you were lying on a stretcher in an ambulance. Panic didn't take too long settling in after that.

"Auston?" Your voice cracked as you went stiff in realization and immediately gripped onto his hand for reassurance, his gaze moving to you right away. "Wait. Where's Mia?"

You went to sit up, suddenly on high alert after realizing your daughter wasn't with you but had to stop when you felt the now-familiar wave of lightheadedness wash over you again.

"Woah, take it easy, baby," Auston said as he gave you a look, silently pleading that you didn't fight him on this. You didn't. Instead, you slowly laid back down because you trusted that he would answer your question once you weren't so worked up, and he did. "Mia is ok. She's at home with my family. My parents are going to meet us at the hospital once you get checked over. I asked them to stay at the house to make sure Mia was ok after everything."

You nodded in response. What he said made you feel better in a way, but you were unable to keep your emotions from taking over still.

"Did she see me faint?" You asked quietly, blinking back the tears you felt welling up in your eyes as you did.

Auston paused, then sighed.

"She did."

"Shit."

Before Auston could respond again, and you could get too in your thoughts, the female paramedic approached the two of you cautiously and cleared her throat. Once you looked at her, she smiled softly before looking to Auston and nodding.

"Hi, Y/N," she greeted. "How are you feeling?"

"Not great," you admitted as Auston lifted your hand that was still linked with his up to his lips and gently kissed your knuckles. "Tired. Kind of just want to be back home, to be completely honest."

"That's understandable. We're almost at the hospital. As soon as a doctor sees you and makes sure everything is ok, you should be able to go home very soon."

You smiled and nodded at her reassurance.

"Thank you. How long was I passed out for?"

"We weren't very far from your house when we got the call for you," the male paramedic chimed in. "Auston said you fainted, maybe five or six minutes before we got there. So about twenty minutes, give or take."

"Lovely," you sighed, then looked at Auston tiredly.

"You scared the shit out of me," he told you, not in a way to make you feel bad, but to let you know how genuinely worried he was about you. "Mia is probably pissed at me right now."

"Why would she be?"

"When she saw you faint, she was worried about you, but I panicked. I asked Bre to take her out of the room so she wouldn't have to see you like that, and she was so upset, babe. She was still crying when we left the house."

Your heart broke hearing that. Not only at the thought of Mia being upset after seeing you faint, but also how hard the entire situation must've been on Auston and his family.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, not being able to stop the tears welling in your eyes again. "I-I should've just gone to the hospital earlier when my doctor said she couldn't get me in until tomorrow. I knew something was wrong. I had that feeling, fuck!"

"Y/N, you had no way of knowing this is what would happen. Please don't be so hard on yourself," he reasoned with you while giving your hand another little squeeze. "I, uh, I kind of dropped a bomb on everyone too."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry. I know this isn't how we wanted anyone to find out, but, in my panicked state, my mom was trying to calm me down, and without even thinking, I told her that you were pregnant again."

"To be fair, it's best that you did because we needed to know to be able to tend to her properly," the male paramedic spoke up again. "And, sorry to interrupt, but we are approaching the hospital."

"You ready?" Auston asked and reached towards you to gently push your hair out of your face. He then tried to give you a reassuring smile, although you could easily see through his facade.

It was apparent that he was as anxious as you were, but he had already been so brave and strong for you. The least you could do was be the same for him.

"As long as I have you by my side, I'm ready for anything."

Once you were taken into the hospital, it wasn't long before you were seeing a doctor. She was a lovely woman, but you couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable because you hated going to the hospital. You much preferred going to your own doctor. You always felt comfortable with her regardless of the situation, whereas anything else felt foreign. But luckily, you had Auston there.

At first, the E.R. doctor was a little confused by what would've caused your fainting. She was able to see how your last doctor's appointment went and that you seemed to be in perfect health. She then read how low your blood pressure was from when the paramedics checked it in the ambulance while you were still passed out. That was pretty concerning.

She explained to you and Auston that your fainting could've been caused by Dehydration, which was most common, but she wanted to test your blood to see if anything else came up. And sure enough, something did.

The doctor was able to get you a rapid test, so about half an hour after she finished taking some blood, she came back into the room and explained that your blood had a lower than average amount of red blood cells, which is tied to iron deficiency. In other words, you were diagnosed with anemia.

Being told that absolutely terrified you. It was the last thing you wanted to hear, and with the way Auston was physically pale when you glanced over at him, you could tell he was feeling the same way.

However, the doctor then explained how your anemia was more than likely just related to your pregnancy. It was more than likely that it would no longer be an issue once your baby was born, but it did pose some possible negative effects on the baby if not treated properly.

Your chances of having a premature birth, a baby with low birth weight, as well as postpartum depression, were much higher because of this. Again, not something you or Auston wanted to hear, but the doctor quickly said how the addition of an iron supplement with your prenatal vitamins should help keep things relatively at bay. She said it was likely that you may still feel dizziness, fatigue and other symptoms at times throughout your pregnancy, but keeping your iron levels up would help that. She then told you to see your doctor still the following day and said to take things easy before running a quick ultrasound to check on the baby.

Roughly an hour and a half after you arrived at the hospital, you were allowed to finally go back home, which was the best news you'd heard all night.

Not many words were exchanged between you and Auston as the two of you sat in the waiting room until his parents got there to pick you both up. There wasn't much that could be said. The two of you were still processing everything you had just been told, and it was a damn hard pill to swallow. So, instead of talking about it, the two of you sat in silence. You leaned against each other for the support neither of you could give verbally at the time.

The moment Ema and Brian entered the emergency room, you broke down. You knew, as a mother herself, Ema would understand how you were feeling, and it was not long before she was rushing over to you and Auston, then pulling you into her embrace.

Auston was the one to explain the news as you just cried it out a little bit, while Ema let you hold onto her. She kept assuring that everything was going to be ok, but for the first time in a long time, you were almost positive it wasn't.

That feeling of dread you already had was much more prominent than before, and now Auston was feeling something similar as well.

You both apologized to his parents for them finding out about the new baby the way that they did, but Brian quickly shut that down by telling you and Auston that it didn't matter how they found out. All that mattered was that you were ok, and so was the baby.

Neither of you could argue with that, and soon after, the four of you agreed it was time to go home and headed to the car.

When you all got back to the house, you were surprised to learn that Mia was asleep. It was close to an hour before her usual bedtime, but after you and Auston walked through the front and entered the living room, you found her passed out while laying against Alex on the couch.

"She just fell asleep," Auston's older sister spoke quietly as she greeted you both with a small smile and started gently rubbing Mia's head. "She was so exhausted. I didn't have the heart even to try to keep her awake."

"No, it's ok. Thank you," you replied softly, but before you could say anything else, Bre was bursting into the room and pulling you into a hug.

"Oh, my god, Y/N," she said as you hugged her back, then pulled away to look at you again. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"Better now that I'm home with you guys," you told her, then bent down to pet Frank, who was looking up at you excitedly.

As you talked with her, Auston hung both of your coats up in the foyer's closet before coming back into the living room and gently picking up Mia.

Even in her sleeping state, Mia cuddled right up against her dad as he held her against his chest and your heart swelled when he turned back to look at you and Bre.

"I'll go put her to bed," he whispered, trying hard not to wake her up. But, before he walked past you and Bre, he stopped when he saw you looking at Mia. You smiled at him thankfully, because you knew that he stopped so you could kiss Mia goodnight, like you always did.

When you looked at her all snuggled in Auston's arms as she slept, you could feel yourself getting emotional. Immediately, you noticed how her eyes were still a little wet from what you assumed was her crying, which absolutely broke your heart. You hated that with everything you went through that night, Mia also suffered from it and some way. However, as you felt yourself beginning to get worked up over it, you took a deep breath to let yourself calm down, then leaned in to push some of Mia's little curls away from her face and placed a soft peck on her forehead.

"Goodnight, baby girl," you said quietly, then looked to Auston before reaching up to peck his lips too. "I love you."

"And I love you," he responded before kissing you again then glancing at his two sisters. "I'll be right back."

You watched him leave the room, then you and Bre joined Alex on the couch and began properly catching up, seeing as you hadn't been able to do that yet.

The two of them, along with Ema and Brian, were thrilled about the news about you being pregnant, which you knew they would be, but you were still really bummed over how they found out about their new family member. However, no one dwelled on that at all or pressed you about what you were told at the hospital. Instead, you were able to cuddle on the couch with your husband as you watched ELF with his family before eventually calling it a night.

~*~

The following day, Christmas Eve Eve, was rather hectic. But not necessarily in a bad way.

When you woke up, no one else was awake yet. The house was quiet, and there was no sound coming from Mia's room through the monitor. All that could be heard was the small breaths Auston let out as he slept next to you and the groan Frank made as he shifted his position from where he laid at the end of your bed.

Everything was peaceful and felt right. It was exactly what you needed after everything that happened the night before, but that soon changed.

As you waited for a sign of someone else being awake, you reached over to grab your phone from where it rested on your bedside table and opened up Twitter. You were scrolling for all of three seconds before realizing that 'Auston Matthews' was trending.

Curious about what could be trending regarding your husband, you clicked on a thread to see what it was all about. Surprisingly, a lot of it was about you.

It turned out that your trip to the hospital the night before didn't go unnoticed. A handful of tweets said how you and Auston were seen at Toronto Western Hospital, including one saying how the two of you arrived in an ambulance and how you were on a stretcher.

The majority of the tweets were people commenting, wondering what happened, and wishes that everything was ok. But, there were also some downright mean ones. Some people commented on your appearance, saying that you looked awful and how you were lucky to be Canadian; otherwise, Auston would've probably been covering the hospital bill.

Usually, you never paid attention to anything that was being said about you. These people knew nothing about your life and were indeed in no position to be saying anything, which you knew, but reading those things made you feel like shit. And you hated that you were actually letting them get to you.

But, soon enough, someone diverted your attention.

"Baby?" Auston asked, sounding very sleepy as he shifted next to you but still managing to make you jump at the sudden noise. "Everything alright?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," you lied and quickly closed out of the app before moving to face him. "Everything's fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little flustered."

"Yes, babe, it's nothing to worry about."

"Ok," he responded unsurely, but dropped it as he subtly wrapped his arm around your waist then pulled towards him forcefully.

"Auston!" You gasped as you gripped onto his shoulder with one hand and bicep with the other so you could balance yourself out, but quickly realized he did that so you'd be hovering over him with very little space between the two of you. "Smooth."

"Always," he replied with a smirk, then began placing kisses along your shoulder, collarbone and neck.

He didn't stop until he reached your jawline and was able to see how much what he was doing affected you in the best way possible as your eyes fluttered close and you leaned into his touch. Feeling rather smug with himself, he then put his arm around your waist again and quickly flipped the two of you over so that your back would be on the mattress and he would be on top.

As soon as you looked up at him, he gave you a playful smirk and was about to continue, but then a noise began filling the room.

"Mama?" Mia's voice sounded through the monitor resting on Auston's bedside table as you and him both froze and looked towards the device. Sounds of shuffling and the odd grumble could be heard, making it rather apparent that your daughter was awake, but then she started crying. "Mommy!"

"Shit," you and Auston said at the same time as you both scrambled off the bed then rushed down the hall to Mia's bedroom, even gaining enough of Frank's attention that he followed after the two of you.

Once you pushed open the door to Mia's bedroom, you found her standing up in her crib, sniffling as she cried and tiredly rubbing at her eyes. Without a second thought, you beelined right for her and picked her up, making sure to give her a comforting squeeze as she immediately clung to you.

"It's ok, sweetheart. I'm here," you soothed as you began gently rubbing her back. "Mommy's here."

"Where go, mama?" She asked as she leaned against your shoulder and hugged you closer, then looked to where Auston was standing nearby but said nothing more.

"I just needed to go see a doctor, Mia. But it's ok. I won't leave you again, ok? I promise."

"Ok."

Auston watched the two of you interact and couldn't help but smile. He loved that you and Mia loved so much. Seeing the two most important girls in his life being as lovey and soft as you and Mia were made him feel all types of ways. You both were his entire world, and he was content just seeing a moment like that forever if he could, but then he remembered all that had to be done that day.

"Hey, Mini," he spoke up and reached towards her. "Why don't we go brush our teeth, then go eat breakfast?"

"No, daddy," she stated firmly as he went to take her from your hold, but she held onto you even tighter, instead. "I stay with mommy."

Both you and Auston were shocked by this. It was probably the first time Mia had ever just flat out denied any type of snuggles from her dad, and it was just so strange to see. Without even voicing it, you and Auston gave each other a look as if to say you knew she was giving him the cold shoulder because of what happened the night prior.

It sucked because you knew that your daughter didn't understand what was going on and that she still wouldn't even if you tried to explain it all right then in there. Telling Mia about pregnancy and how she was going to be a big sister soon had to be a gradual thing. So, with one more glance at each other and a slight nod, you and Auston silently agreed to just move on from the subject.

"Why don't we all go brush our teeth, and then I'll make you some pancakes, little miss," you suggested and kissed her head. "We have a long day ahead of us."

And you really did.

After the three of you got ready to go downstairs, Auston's family helped the two of you cook a huge breakfast for you all to eat. It was a great way to start off the day, but soon after, Auston had to leave for practice in preparation for the Leafs game that night.

Once he was gone, you planned to see your doctor, then pick up your family from the airport before you all were supposed to go to the game together. You were really excited, and Mia didn't leave your side for any of it.

Your doctor's appointment ended up being ok. You were told more about your anemia condition based on the doctor's bloodwork done at the hospital during it. Once that was established, your doctor then recommended some iron supplements for you to take with your prenatal vitamins and explained how she'd be checking your blood pressure very closely at every appointment from then on.

She also took time to check in with you and how you were doing. Her main question was if you'd been in contact with your therapist at all lately, to which you replied with how you talked to your therapist at least once a month still, but more frequently if you felt the need to. Your doctor was happy to hear that. She was the one that recommended you to your therapist almost ten years ago when you were a teenager, after all. You first met your therapist when you were seventeen and had been going to her ever since.

Then your doctor went on to tell you how she hoped you continued going to therapy, especially if everything going on with your pregnancy or just life, in general, was too much. You promised her that you would, and your appointment concluded soon after.

Having a conversation like that usually would make you uncomfortable. But since it was your doctor, the one you'd been going to since you were a kid, it made it all a lot easier. Having Mia and Ema there for moral support helped, too, especially with Auston being at practice.

Once you were done there, it was time to head to the airport and finally see your family.

Since the summer of 2017, when you and Auston had been dating for about six months, you've been the only one of your family that still lived in the Greater Toronto Area, and even then, you were only there during hockey season and a little bit at the end of offseason. You and your family loved Toronto. You always have.

Growing up, you lived in a small town on the outskirts of the GTA, then moved to downtown Toronto in 2015 when you were 18 and starting school at UofT. A year later, your younger sister Mya moved to Vancouver to begin school at UBC, then a year after that, Nate, the baby of the family, regardless of him only being two years younger than you, moved to Montreal. As your brother was in the process of moving, a job opportunity came up for your dad in B.C. and soon after, he was moving out west as well.

However, Ontario has always been home to your family. Every year at Christmas time, your family always finds a way to be together for the holiday season and continue your tradition of going on your annual skiing/snowboarding trip.

Two years prior, while you were still very pregnant with Mia, you all went to Mont-Tremblant in Quebec. The year after, during Mia's first Christmas season, everyone was in Vancouver for a few days, but now it was time for your family to be back home again, and you were so ready.

Although you kept in constant contact with your family when you weren't with them, it wasn't even comparable to how you felt when you were all together, so to say you were excited as you drove to the airport to pick them up would've been an understatement.

After your doctor's appointment, you took Ema back to the house just as Auston was getting home from practice, then headed to the airport with Mia to see your family.

You were holding Mia as you waited at the gates, telling her how her grandpa, auntie Mya and uncle Nate would all be there very soon and couldn't keep the tears from welling in your eyes when you saw them walking through the gate with their luggage. Mia started squirming in your hold excitedly, and for the first time that day, she bolted away from you as soon as you set her down and beelined towards your dad.

"Pa!"

"Ah, there's my girl!" He greeted as he let go of his suitcase, then leaned down to pick Mia up. "How are you, Miss Amelia?"

"Good," Mia replied with a smile, then hugged him tightly. "Christmas!"

"Yes, Merry Christmas!"

"Uh, excuse me, what are you still doing over there?" Mya said to you and held her arms open so the two of you could hug. "Hey, babe. Missed you."

"I missed you more," you told your little sister as you squeezed her, then pulled back to see Nate looking at you expectantly.

"Ehm," he cleared his throat and opened his arms too. "Are you forgetting about your favourite brother?"

"You're saying that like I have many choices in the matter," you told him with a pointed look, then moved away from Mya to go hug your brother too. "Missed you too, kid."

"Tee!" Mia then squealed as she reached towards Mya and Nate shortly after.

"Mia!" They exclaimed excitedly as they took her from your dad's hold, then you were able to hug him too.

"Hi, Dad," you smiled as he held you close for a minute.

"Hi, sport. How're you feeling?" He asked, making you smile hearing the nickname he's called you for as long as you could remember, but then gave him a knowing look.

"Auston told you, didn't he?"

"He called me while you were in the ambulance last night," your dad replied, then glanced at Mya and Nate as they started bickering over who was going to hold Mia and lowered his voice. "Congratulations, kiddo. Auston also filled me in on what the doctor said. I want you to know that we're all going to be here to help out if you need it, especially with Mia. Those two still don't know. I haven't said anything either. I figured you wanted to tell them about Mia's little sibling your own way."

"I do," you told him. "I wanted to tell you and Auston's family differently too, but I'm glad Aus called you when everything happened. I want to tell Mya and Nate tomorrow when we're with Mitchy and Steph too for Christmas."

"Fair enough, I'm sure they'll give you shit."

"I'd expect nothing less."

You then drove your family to where they'd be staying for the next two days. Usually, they'd stay at your house. Even with Auston's family, there was still room for the three of them, but this year, they stayed with Alice, your dad's girlfriend. You have adored Alice since you met her during your first Christmas with Auston as boyfriend and girlfriend back in 2017. Sadly, your mom passed away when you were thirteen, and it took years for your dad even to begin putting himself out there again in the dating pool. He always stressed to you, Mya and Nate that no one could ever replace your mother, which the three of you knew. Still, you all also understood that he was lonely and with the fact that he had given the three of you the world, the least you owed him was to not get in the way of him possibly finding happiness again.

Even with that, it took seven years after your mother's passing for him to find someone even worth considering bringing around his kids. However, Alice was amazing. You and your siblings have loved her since you met her, and now six years later are all still very glad to have her in your lives.

Your dad and Alice began their relationship shortly after he moved to Vancouver. They had worked together in Toronto a couple of years earlier until she moved to B.C., and they just so happened to cross paths again. However, Alice's family still lives in the GTA but vacation in Florida every winter.

This year, for a Christmas gift, you, Auston, Mya, Mya's boyfriend Seth, Nate and his girlfriend Sydney all pitched in so your dad and Alice could go to Florida for a few weeks and visit with her family a bit while they were there. The six of you told them what their gift was early, so they were prepared, seeing as the flight was booked for Christmas Day, and then your dad and Alice ended up booking a little beach house to stay in during those three weeks that had three extra rooms. Unfortunately, Seth and Sydney were unable to join, and the plan was for you and Mia to go for a week as well, but you decided against it because of how poorly you'd been feeling and lied, saying it was because you were swarmed with work.

Your dad understood and now gets it even more since he knows of your pregnancy, but Mya and Nate thought you were full of shit.

However, the timing was still perfect.

Alice arrived in Toronto the night before and was staying at her relatives' vacant home, which had more than enough room for your dad, Mya and Nate to stay at as well. The four of them were joining you, Mia, Auston's family and Steph in a box you booked at SBA to watch the game that night. The next day, everyone, including Mitch, Steph, and your cousin Chris, trekked up to Collingwood to stay at Blue Mountain Village and continue your family's snowboarding tradition during the holidays. Even Auston's family was joining, and you were so excited to have the most important people in your life around this Christmas. Late on Christmas Day, your dad, Alice, Nate and Mya were all to catch a late flight to Tampa and begin their vacation.

You were pretty excited about it all but more so happy to share your news about the new little babe you were growing with the loved ones who didn't find out because you fainted.

After a brief visit with Alice, you told your family you'd see them at the game, then you and Mia headed back home again. Auston was there once you arrived, and it wasn't long until he and Mia were having a quick nap on the couch together while Alex and Bre took Frank for a walk, and you chatted with Brian and Ema in the kitchen.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty chill, but soon enough, Auston had to leave to get to the arena, and the rest of you had to start getting ready to go there as well.

Before you went to the arena, you got yourself and Mia all dressed up in your matching Matthews jerseys and Maple Leafs Santa hats before you joined everyone else downstairs and headed out. But not without getting a few pictures taken in front of your massive Christmas tree first.

Your evening at the Leafs game was nothing short of amazing, even though you most definitely felt a little tired.

You loved every moment of being able to cheer on your man and the other guys with both your family and Auston's together. The fact that they all got along meant the absolute world to you, too, and your time at the game was just really enjoyable. Steph came and watched the game with all of you. Still, the two of you dipped for a few minutes during the third period because other wives and girlfriends of players who were also present at the game wanted to get one last group picture before the New Year—seeing as everyone got pretty messy at the girl's Christmas party a couple of weeks earlier. You were sober for that, and even you still looked like a hot mess.

After the game, you all waited for Auston and Mitch before heading home. The guys you saw as they walked by were all in good moods after the win they'd just got, but all stopped and made sure to say hi to you, Mia and Steph as they passed.

A couple of minutes later, Auston and Mitch entered the hallway at the same time and lit right up when they saw everyone. But then you observed as Mitchy glanced at Auston briefly then started racing towards where you stoop with Mia.

"Hi, Meems!" Your cousin said excitedly as he picked his goddaughter up and made her start giggling like crazy as she hugged him. He then smiled at you and gave Steph a quick peck before turning to face your dad, Mya and Nate and greeted them excitedly, still holding onto Mia.

"Why must everyone just steal our daughter before I even get the chance to see her?" Auston grumbled teasingly as he came up beside you and smoothly wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss, then leaned down to smirk at you. "Hi."

"Hi, yourself," you smiled back, then leaned against him. "To be fair, Mitch was just faster than you there."

"I can honestly say I wasn't expecting him to break out into a sprint just to get to her first."

"Would you expect anything less, though?" Steph asked with a chuckle from where she stood beside you, then resumed her conversation with Alex.

"Valid point," Auston said with a nod, then kissed your head before moving away and walking towards your family. "Time to visit my favourite in-laws."

You felt as though your heart could burst watching him interact with your family, even feeling yourself getting a little teary-eyed as you observed them. Sure, it was more than likely the pregnancy hormones, but you were also just so freaking happy. Moments like this made you forget about everything else going on, and you loved it.

It seemed that Ema noticed this too because a few short moments later, she was standing next to you, nudging your shoulder with hers and smiling before pulling you in for a little side hug.

Shortly after that, everyone grouped together to discuss the plans for Christmas Eve and then soon called it a night. You hugged Mitch, Steph and your family goodbye, telling them you'd see them tomorrow at Blue Mountain before heading to the parking lot with Auston, Mia and his family, still smiling because everything just felt right. And you really needed that.

~*~

Everyone was awake early in the Matthews house the following day, full of excitement for Christmas Eve and for what the day's events entailed before embarking on the almost two-hour drive to the ski resort.

You, Mia, Auston and his family were the first ones to arrive at Blue Mountain out of the entire group and immediately started getting settled into your accommodations. Your little family of three had a room to yourselves, with Alex and Bre in the room across the hall and Auston's parents in the one next door on the left. The room next door on the right was going to be where Mitch, Steph and Chris stayed and had a conjoining door that could be opened up to connect the two rooms. It was pretty obvious those two rooms would be where everyone was hanging out later that evening. But further down the hall were the two rooms your dad and Alice, Nate and Mya would be staying in.

About an hour later was when everyone else began arriving.

Mitch claimed they took forever because when they stopped by his parents' house to drop off Zeus, your aunt Bonnie just wouldn't stop talking. She had to catch up with Nate and Mya right then and there even though she would be seeing them and your dad the next day for Christmas. You understood, though, because when you were talking to her that morning as you dropped off Frank, lucky that she agreed to watch him for the night, the two of you talked for quite a bit, so you could only imagine how badly she wanted to speak with your brother and sister who haven't been back in town for months.

Once everyone was settled, Nate, Mya, Mitch, Chris, and Steph were dead set on getting to the slopes to begin your family's tradition properly, and that's when you started panicking. When you didn't start getting ready right away, they knew something was up, and the fact that you stayed quiet confirmed that even more.

"Y/N, why aren't you getting ready?" Nate asked as he peaked his head through the doorway connecting yours and Mitch's room.

"I, uh, I think I might sit this one out, guys," you replied sheepishly. To be completely honest, you didn't know if it was safe to snowboard while pregnant or not. Sure, you were pretty good at snowboarding and didn't think you'd wipe out, but that didn't mean there still wasn't a chance that you could and end up causing harm to yourself and your baby.

"Excuse me?" Chris said before sticking his head through the doorway too. "The hell do you mean you 'might sit this one out', Y/N?"

"Well, I-."

"It's tradition," Mya cut you off from where she sat on the couch in your's and Auston's room.

"I, I don't know," you responded. "I guess I can go down one hill, but maybe just an intermediate one and no racing."

"That's no fun," Nate groaned dramatically before disappearing out of sight.

"Babe," Auston spoke up from where he stood a couple of feet away, putting on Mia's snow pants and coat. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

He then gave you a look, silently asking you to reconsider because you knew he'd be stressing out the entire time you were up on that hill.

"I think if I stick to an easy hill, I'll be fine, Aus," you explained to him softly so no one else besides Bre and Alex, who were sitting next to you, would hear. "If I was earlier in my pregnancy, I wouldn't even consider it, but I'm 15 weeks, babe, and not to sound cocky, but I don't think I'm going to wipe out."

"But-."

"I promise I'll only do one. If I didn't feel well enough to do it or was worried, I wouldn't. Ok?"

"Ok," he sighed and nodded in agreement. "But if something happens, babe."

"Try not to think about it like that," you replied and stood up to walk towards him and Mia. "Have a little faith in my skills."

"I do. And I mean, you're definitely better at snowboarding than I am."

"That's because you're my Desert Boy," you told him, then leaned down to peck his lips before he could say anything else, smirking because you knew he hated when you called him that.

"Why do you only want to do an intermediate hill?" Mitch asked as he strolled into the room but stopped briefly to compliment Mia on her puffy pink coat before looking back at you. "Pretty sure last year you said, and I quote, 'it's too easy. Where's the challenge?' Right?"

You didn't know how to respond. There was no way you were just flat out going to say it was because you were pregnant, and you struggled coming up with an excuse. But luckily for you, Bre saved your ass.

"It's because us Arizonians aren't used to this, and Y/N promised she wouldn't show us up," Auston's younger sister spoke up, then winked at you.

"Thank you," you told her quietly.

"Ok, that's fair," Nate replied and came into the room too. "The Canadians have a bit of an advantage here, I guess."

"Speak for yourself," Steph scoffed from the other room. "The only reason I'm no longer afraid of the ski lift is because you all have dragged me on it so many times now."

"You and me both, Steph," Auston piped in, then stood up from his kneeling position in front of Mia. "Wow, Mini, you look great. Are you ready to go on the mountain coaster?"

"Yeah!" Your daughter replied excitedly, then ran into the other room.

"I guess we shouldn't keep her waiting," Alex suggested, to which everyone agreed with, and you all soon made your way outside.

Once the group of you were all dressed for the cold, you went down to the resort lobby and dispersed. The kids made their way to the ski hills while Ema and Brian wandered around the village with your dad and Alice.

As soon as you arrived at the foot of the hill with all of your gear, Auston asked if you were sure you would be ok doing this, and you assured him that you would be.

You then made your way over to the ski lift and braced yourself for what was to come. Mia stayed at the bottom of the hill with Alex, but not without cheering you and Auston on, of course.

"Go, mommy! Go, daddy!" She called after the two of you and waved with Alex as she watched you go.

You then got on one of the ski lift chairs with Auston and Bre and waited patiently to be taken up to the top. Once you got off the lift and everyone was grouped together, you, Nate, Mya, Mitch and Chris all took your annual hilltop cousin group picture, as well as some others.

There were some nice photos taken of you with your siblings, a couple with Steph, as well as a few with Bre. Nate managed to capture a typical picture of you and Mitch where he was laughing, and you looked like you were ready to throat punch him. But your favourite photo was one that Bre took.

As everyone was figuring out which hill they wanted to go on after this one, you shuffled over to Auston, then wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned against his chest as you waited. He responded by wrapping his arms around your middle too so that he could hold you close. Then he leaned his head on top of yours and looked down towards the bottom of the hill. Steph then went over to Bre and pointed out the cute little moment happening between you and Auston, and your sister-in-law was quick at snapping a picture so that the moment would be saved forever.

Shortly after that, you all snowboarded down the hill. Mitch and Nate showed off a bit, and Auston tried to but got a little shaky in doing so. You made it to the bottom without issue but didn't want to risk going down again because, realistically, you didn't know what could happen out there and would much rather be safe than sorry.

The rest of them went down different ski trails while you hung out with Mia and let Alex have a turn going up the hill as well. As you and Mia waited, you noticed the rental spot for skis and snowboards, and since there wasn't much else to do, you decided to go rent a tiny snowboard for Mia to see how she would take to the activity.

After you got her all geared up and standing on the board, you started pulling her around.

"Look at you go, Mia, you're a natural," you told her with a smile.

"Look at me, go!" She repeated while giggling as she continued staying firm in her standing position while you pulled the rope attached to the board.

About twenty minutes later, you found a very tiny pile of snow that barely had a slope, but it was still something and gave you an idea.

"Alright, babe, want to try all by yourself?" You asked and looked down at your daughter. She didn't answer you. Instead, she just looked up at you unsurely. "It's going to be ok, sweets. I won't let you fall."

"Ok, mama," she replied hesitantly but did not indicate that she didn't trust you.

You then pulled her up the small snowbank and positioned her at the top where the slope began. Once you were done doing that, you crouched down next to Mia so that the two of you would be face to face.

"Are you ready?" You asked and couldn't help but smile as she lit right up and nodded.

"Yeah!"

"Ok, give me five," you replied and held out your hand, which she quickly smacked her mitten-covered hand against in attempts to give you a high-five. "Full send?"

"Full send, mommy!"

At that, you chuckled, then leaned over to kiss her head before shuffling down the slope. Once you reached where the rope ended, you looked at your daughter again before grabbing it and started tugging slightly.

Once Mia was over the edge of where the slope began, you let go of the rope and let her slide down all on her own. You shuffled down the hill backwards, making sure to be there if she did fall, but she made it to the bottom without issue and was so proud of herself.

"Woah!" She gasped and looked at you, excitedly.

"Good job, baby!" You told her, but loud cheering and hollering sounded from nearby before you could say anything else.

"Shred-it, Mia!" Nate exclaimed, making you look over to see everyone approaching the two of you again, all of them grinning widely.

"Good job, Mini!" Auston beamed as he was the first to reach you, then quickly scooped up Mia and held her close. "And here I thought you might act more Arizonian than Ontarian."

"Well, she was born here," Mitchy argued. "Don't downplay her half-Canadianness."

"She's already better at snowboarding than I am," Alex added in, making everyone laugh.

"Pretty soon, she's going to show all of us up," Chris stated.

Mia couldn't stop smiling while being surrounded by all of her people and hearing their compliments. Shortly after that, Mitchy pulled her back up to the top of the snowbank so she could go down once more, then you all headed back into the resort to warm up and get ready to go find the rest of the family.

A couple of hours later, after the whole group got together for dinner, everyone was gathered in your and Auston's room just hanging out. Your room was pretty big, but with Mitch and Steph's room being connected, it allowed much more space, and no one was cramped.

No one stayed dressed up for this. You all changed into comfy clothes without having the need to impress anyone but still managed to pull off a surprise when yours and Auston's family arrived at your room to find you, him and Mia all dressed in matching Christmas pyjamas.

Everyone then started sipping on some alcoholic beverages, minus you and Mia, of course, and as the night progressed, you started feeling more and more ready to tell the rest of your family that you were pregnant again.

Your siblings, Mitch, Steph and Chris, were all aware that you hadn't been feeling well lately, and they never pressed you about it, even though they didn't know why. They knew that whatever wasn't making you feel well was more than just one thing, but they knew you'd tell them when you were ready to. So, when you expressed that you didn't want to drink that night, none of them gave you a hard time even though Steph had a gut feeling about something.

It eventually got to the point where you just didn't want to wait any longer. You were having so much fun with the people you loved the most and were unable to keep your secret anymore.

You subtly made your way over to where Auston was standing, holding Mia as he talked with Chris in the corner of the room by the Christmas tree, and wasted no time cuddling right up next to him.

"Hi, mommy," Mia greeted, noticing you before anyone else but soon had Auston turning to look over his shoulder, smiling as soon as he saw you.

"Hey, babe," Auston said and welcomed your cuddles.

"Sorry to interrupt," you stated, then looked to your cousin, who also just smiled in return while watching you, Auston and Mia together.

"You didn't interrupt," Chris replied. "But I'll be right back. I'm going to go grab another drink."

Once it was just your little family of three, you looked up to Auston and bit down on your bottom lip while trying to contain the massive grin you could feel forming.

"What's up?" Your husband asked, knowing that you were getting excited about something.

"I want to tell them."

"Right now?"

"Yeah," you answered. "I think I'm ready."

"Then I'm ready, too," he stated, which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"What are you three over there talking about?" Mya spoke up as she approached the three of you.

With one final glance at Auston, the two of you nodded at each other, then you moved away from him slightly so that you could both face everyone else.

"Well, there's something that we wanted to tell all of you," you told Mya but managed to capture everyone else's attention too.

"Wait!" You heard Mitch yell from the other room, then a moment later, he was bursting through the doorway and letting out a dramatic breath. "Ok, proceed."

You smiled and braced yourself for what was to come.

When it came to announcing your pregnancy with Mia, it was all a little chaotic and nothing was planned well. Which was fine, but you wanted the announcing of this little bean to be more fun and exciting. Unfortunately, that plan was partially ruined when you fainted in front of Auston's family, but you knew they were excited and knew that your family would be just as stoked, which is why you wanted to get creative with how you told them.

Growing up, for the longest time, you didn't really understand pregnancy, seeing as you were so young when your mom was pregnant with both Mya and Nate. You were never able to remember who put that idea in your head, but you used to believe how a woman got pregnant was by eating a watermelon seed, and then a baby grew in their belly because of it. Eventually, you grew out of that and understood what it actually meant to become pregnant, but your family has never let you live it down.

When you showed Mya and Nate your pregnant belly when you were expecting Mia, one of the first things your brother asked was if you ate watermelon, and it's also just something members of your family will always bring up just to tease you about.

You told Auston this story when he was confused by why so many people talked about watermelon as you were pregnant the first time, and he found it absolutely hilarious. His family did, too, so you thought that would be a fun thing to incorporate into announcing this pregnancy.

A couple of weeks prior was when you attempted to tell Mia about how she would be a big sister in a few months. She didn't understand, and both you and Auston knew you'd both have to be gradual and patient when it came to helping her understand what that meant. After you told her, she asked how you were pregnant, and before you could even say anything, Auston told her that you ate watermelon and you wanted to die of embarrassment because you knew that was just something you'd never be able to live down.

"The anticipation is killing me," Steph spoke up, snapping you from your train of thought but also making you grin even wider than before.

"Mini, can you tell everyone what your mommy ate?" Auston asked your daughter as he looked down at her, then pointed to her tummy so that she'd understand what he was referring to.

"Mommy ate watermelon," she said casually, then jumped when a series of excited gasps sounded from around the room.

"SHUT UP!" Nate was the first to say something, making Auston's family and your dad laugh, while everyone else looked at you completely flabbergasted.

"Are you kidding?" Mya asked and stepped even closer. "This isn't some kind of sick joke, is it?"

"It's not," you confirmed, your voice cracking as you let out a small laugh and started crying as your sister engulfed you in a tight hug.

Soon enough, another pair of arms were wrapping around you and Mya, holding you both tightly as they did so. They laid their head right on top of yours with ease, and a deep laugh rippled through their chest. You knew it had to be your brother.

"This is insane. Congratulations, Y/N," Nate said.

"Meems, you're going to be a big sister!" Mitchy told Mia as he took her from Auston's arms so your brother and sister could move on to congratulating him too. Once he had Mia, he looked at you and shook his head but had the biggest smile as he pulled you in for a hug. "Congrats, twin. Oh, my god."

"I knew something was up!" Steph squealed as she tackled you in a hug next. "Please, I'm so happy for you, babe."

You then received a hug from both Chris and Alice after that, who were extremely happy for you and Auston. Shortly after that, Ema ran to her room to bring back bottles of wine for everyone to crack into for a congratulatory toast kind of thing. She made sure to give you a glass of sparkling cider instead as everyone cheered on your growing family, making you even more emotional as you leaned into Auston's chest as a way to hide the fact that you were bawling your eyes out.

Later that night, after everyone had wandered off to bed, you and Auston were still awake wrapping the Christmas gifts you brought to give to your loved ones in the morning. Mia was passed out on her little travel bed on the other side of the room next to yours and Auston's bed, while the two of you were all giggly and teasing with each other as you attempted to get everything done.

Auston was a little buzzed from the alcohol he consumed earlier, and even though you were sober, you just fed off his energy, and the two of you were just having a lot of fun.

"Would you quiet down?" You whispered after he made a particularly cheeky but loud comment. "You're going to wake Mia up."

"It's Christmas, babe," he replied as he stuck his tongue out at you. "Loosen up a bit."

You rolled your eyes at him but still smiled as he leaned over to change the song that was softly playing from his phone nearby. Whenever Mia was going to sleep, she always preferred to listen to music as she did. So, you and Auston made a little playlist she listens to fall asleep to every night that's made up of very soft and soothing music and songs that you both love.

Even after Mia fell asleep, the two of you left the music on so it would somewhat cover up your voices as you did your wrapping. It just all very much so fit the vibe of the two of you still in your matching pj's talking with each other as you sat on the ground next to the Christmas tree seeing as that was the only light source you could use in the room without waking up your daughter.

The intro notes of Lover by Taylor Swift started playing next, and Auston let out a pleased sigh as he looked back at you.

"Ah, Miss Swift," he said, then gave you a look.

"What?" You asked and narrowed your gaze at him.

"Can I not just admire my beautiful wife?"

"You can, but I know the look you're giving me. It's the one you give when you want something. So, what is it?"

"You know me well," he told you then smirked, before extending a hand towards you. "Dance with me."

At that, you chuckled a little bit, but then Auston stood up and kept his hand extended as he looked at you expectantly.

"Wait, are you serious?" You asked, surprised.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You didn't know how to respond. You were so caught off guard but soon found yourself slowly reaching for his hand and letting him help you stand back up. Once you were upright, you then let him pull you in close and rested your head on his chest as the two of you began swaying to the music.

As you did this, you couldn't help but think about dancing with him like this at your wedding that happened a year and a half prior. That was one of the happiest days of your life. Dancing with him at that moment next to the Christmas Tree made you feel like that all over again, and you soon found yourself snuggling closer to him as he began humming along to the lyrics.

No words were exchanged. There was no need for them to be. The two of you were in your own little world and just wanted to stay there for a while longer. Even as Lover faded out and Ed Sheeran's Perfect began playing next, the two of you stayed holding onto each other and continued swaying as the night seemingly faded around you both.

~*~

Christmas Day morning, although kind of chaotic, was everything you could've hoped it'd be.

You, Auston and Mia, had a very soft morning that was just the three of you before everyone piled into your room again and kicked off the day's events. Your entire family all got breakfast together, then went back to the rooms to exchange gifts but had to check out of the resort and head back to Toronto soon after.

That evening, you drove Nate, Mya, your dad and Alice to the airport, then went back home to have Christmas dinner with Auston's family. It was a very chill way to conclude the holiday, and you loved every minute of it.

A few days later, Auston's family flew home to Arizona, hockey started up again, and things just started feeling weird to you.

You would've been lying if you said you didn't experience a bit of post-holiday depression. Going from a full house of people and having all your loved ones together to having the house basically empty besides you, Mia and Frank hit really hard. The Leafs' schedule after Christmas sucked and had Auston constantly coming and going, which also didn't help because it was brief when he was home.

It was like you were coming down from a really good high, but instead of things eventually feeling normal again, they just gradually got worse without you even realizing it. And on top of it all, you just felt so tired and weak all the damn time, finally noticing how badly your anemia absolutely kicked your ass and would continue to do so for the months to come.

However, as soon as you acknowledged how down you were feeling mentally, you booked an appointment with your therapist. Gradually got in the routine of talking to them at least once a week again. But even in doing that, you never discussed how you were feeling with anyone else and were unintentionally pushing them away.

Your loved ones noticed, though. It was very easy for them too. But, there wasn't much they could do to help if you didn't let them.

During those weeks after Christmas, Mia barely left your side because she knew you weren't feeling well, and neither did Frank. Mitch and Steph were able to pick up on something bothering you, too, because you distanced yourself from them. They knew about you having anemia and how that definitely affected you a lot, also that you were just bummed, but you wouldn't let them even try to help you. Steph tried to invite you over for days the two of you could just chill together with Mia, Frank and Zeus while the guys were away and was even ok going to your house instead, but you never gave her a straight answer. So, nothing came of it, and she and Mitch started genuinely getting worried about you.

They weren't the only ones who realized you weren't feeling like yourself either.

When you Facetimed your dad, Alice, Nate and Mya while they were in Florida, they could easily tell you weren't doing good and just wished they could be there to help. Auston's family was able to tell too, and it even got to the point where Ema was about to fly back to Toronto but didn't because she knew if that wasn't something you wanted to happen, it wouldn't help the situation.

Naturally, it was Auston who noticed just how much changed with you after the holidays. He saw it first hand when he was home and could hear it in your voice during your calls while he was away. However, you just never expressed what was bothering you, and other than the obvious things that triggered this, not even you were sure why you felt as gross as you did.

Unfortunately, this took somewhat of a toll on your's and Auston's relationship. You didn't realize you were pushing him away, and he couldn't help but blame himself for it. He wished he could be home all the time, and so did you, but that just wasn't possible, and it was the first time that a form of mental and emotional distance between the two of you added to the physical distance that was already there and it just made everything so much harder.

Miscommunication between you and Auston occurred more during these few weeks than it ever had throughout your entire relationship. How both of you felt just wasn't addressed because neither of you knew how to approach the topic and were utterly oblivious to how bad it truly was.

Both of you hated it so much. But then, around the middle of January, about two weeks before Mia's second birthday, there was a slight shift, and things briefly started looking up.

You were happy and more energetic all of a sudden, and for a few days straight, you just seemed so much like yourself again. There was a day that you and Mia grabbed lunch with Steph then hung out for the remainder of the day for the first time in almost a month. Your dad, Alice and Nate were due to fly back to Toronto in the upcoming days and stay for a night before going home themselves, so you were excited to see them even though Mya was already back in B.C. And even with Auston, you were gradually coming out of that wall you unintentionally built around yourself and letting him back in as well.

Although not every day was perfect, things seemed better. Little did anyone know they were about to go to complete shit and how easily it could've all been avoided too.

During a couple of days where Auston was home, he decided to plan something special for you. The weird scheduling of him seemingly being on the road more than he was at home was coming to an end just in time for Mia's birthday, and he couldn't wait. He was so excited to have longer stretches at home. Even though he'd still have to come and go, it wasn't going to seem as bad as it had been previously. And the best part was that he'd get just to be there and spend time with you and Mia.

To kick that off, on the 15th, exactly ten days before Mia's birthday, he booked a reservation for the two of you to grab dinner at one of your favourite restaurants downtown.

You weren't feeling 100% that day, but after Auston proposed the idea, explained what restaurant the two of you would be going to, and how he'd already arranged for Steph to watch Mia that night, you got pretty excited about it.

The thought of having a nice evening with your husband sounded so good to you. After how shitty January had been so far, you felt that you really needed this one on one time with him and could tell that he felt the same.

There wasn't a Leafs game that day, but Auston did have practice and some media stuff he had to do before meeting you for dinner. It was a long and hectic day, to say the least, and it ended up being way longer than he was expecting, but he eventually finished what he needed to do and couldn't wait to get home and see his girls.

However, when he got home, you weren't there. But Steph was.

"Hey, Steph," Auston greeted as he walked through the front door and looked at her curiously. He was lucky, though, because Mia was very focused on the show Steph had put on for her and didn't even notice him. But before he could make his presence known to her, Steph told Mia she'd be back in a second, then rushed into the foyer.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"Uh, this is my house?" He chuckled in response.

"I'm aware of that, but weren't you supposed to be downtown getting dinner with Y/N an hour ago?"

Auston froze and went completely pale at that.

"Oh, fuck," he said and immediately started putting his coat back on. "Oh, my god. I completely forgot about the reservation. Fuck!"

Without saying another word, he booked it out of the house and back to his car, but Steph understood and just hoped that this wouldn't become a whole thing, even though she had a feeling it definitely wasn't going to end up good.

Auston tried calling you as he drove back downtown and got more frustrated with himself when you weren't answering. About twenty minutes later, he parked the car and rushed to the restaurant. However, when he went to go inside, you walked out.

You looked surprised to see him, but that quickly changed to a look of hurt and disappointment, which didn't go unnoticed by your husband.

"Y/N, I am so sorry," Auston tried to explain while taking in how dressed up you were. You looked stunning in the dress you decided to wear that night, and it made him feel even worse about how badly he fucked up. "I got so caught up with everything today, and I know that's no excuse, but please know how sorry I am. We can go back in there. I'm sure they'll still take us."

"I already ate," you told him, then glanced away. It was then he noticed how glossy your eyes were with unshed tears and could feel his heart shatter. "I just want to go home."

"But, baby-."

"Please, Auston. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

He didn't know what he could say to that, so with a nod and another apology, the two of you walked to his car and headed home.

The original plan was for Steph to drop you off at the restaurant to meet Auston, then the two of you would drive home together afterwards. That's exactly what happened. But the entire drive home was so painfully silent, and Auston knew it was all his fault.

"Babe, you don't understand how sorry I truly am," he eventually spoke up, which had you shifting awkwardly in your seat before responding.

"I understand. But please, let's just drop it."

You didn't leave much room for argument as you mindlessly started rubbing your 18-week pregnant belly and moved to look out the window, so Auston didn't bother fighting you on it and continued the drive home in silence.

Steph could sense the tension when the two of you walked into the house but knew it wasn't her place to ask about it. So, she gave Mia a quick hug goodbye, then told you and Auston to have a good night as you both thanked her for watching Mia, then made her way home for the night.

There weren't many words exchanged between the two of you as you put Mia to bed and got ready to sleep yourselves. Although you still cuddled up against Auston as you began falling asleep, just like you did every night, he still knew that you were so upset with him. However, the issue wasn't resolved or addressed, and the two of you soon fell asleep for the night.

The next morning, Auston had to be up early to catch a flight out of Pearson with the team to go to New Jersey for a game against the Devils that night. He was due to be back home in three days after a game against the Capitals the following day, and then was going to be home for four days before having to go to Montreal.

You didn't express that you were still upset with him as he got ready to leave, but he knew you were still hurt. As he was about to walk out the door, you still wished him luck with his games and told him that you loved him, because even though you were upset, that didn't change the love you always had for your husband.

But, Auston was already overthinking the entire situation and had begun planning a way he could make it up to you again as both you and Mia kissed him goodbye. That night after the game against the Devils was when he decided he'd fly home the following night after the game against Washington to surprise you, rather than going back to Toronto a day later with the rest of the team.

However, the day he was planning on flying home, you called him to explain how Mia wasn't feeling good.

You were pretty sure she was getting an ear infection, and she was just so fussy because of how uncomfortable and in pain she was. It broke your heart seeing her like that, and you just really needed to tell Auston about it, hoping he'd remind you that everything was going to be ok and of course, he did.

During that conversation, he managed not to bring up the fact that he was coming home that night but said to call him still if you needed anything or if Mia got worse.

Unfortunately, Mia did get worse, and it was too overwhelming for you.

When Auston was playing hockey that night, you got to the point where you were about to have an absolute breakdown because it was all too much. Your doctor was closed, and Mia didn't even consider the idea of going to the hospital, getting even fussier whenever you mentioned it. You couldn't call Auston and were about to call Steph because, on top of everything, you felt like trash too. Although you really didn't want to inconvenience anyone, you knew that you needed help and couldn't do this independently.

But, before you called Steph, you remembered that your dad and Nate were in town with Alice for the next two nights before they flew back to Vancouver and Montreal. You weren't even sure if they'd landed in Pearson yet, but without thinking about it any longer, you brought up Alice's contact in your phone as you held Mia with your other arm and hit the call button.

"Hello?" Alice greeted you with her usual cheery voice, which made you let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Alice, are you guys back in Toronto yet, by chance?" Your voice cracked as you sniffled, trying to keep it together but simply unable to.

"Oh, honey, is everything alright? We're in an Uber right now, about ten minutes away from my cousin's house."

"Would you mind if I came over? Auston isn't here, Mia is sick, and I need help. I don't know what to do anymore."

"You do not even need to ask, sweetheart," she replied softly. "But take a few deep breaths for me, ok? I know it's tough, but it's going to be alright. You go pack a bag for you and Mia, then get her and Frank loaded into the car and come over. Ok?"

"Ok," you responded, taking a deep breath as you did so. "Thank you, Alice. We'll be there real soon."

After you hung up the phone, you continued taking deep breaths so you could calm yourself down. You then looked down at Mia as she leaned against your shoulder, fighting to stay awake, and could tell that she felt probably as gross as you did.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling good, sweet girl," you told her softly, then brushed some of her curls away from her face. "We're going to stay with Pa, Alice and Uncle Nate for the night, ok? We're going to get you feeling better very soon."

"Ok, mama," she replied, then held onto you a little tighter as you started packing a bag for the two of you, then got both of you all bundled up to leave the house for the night.

As soon as Auston's game was over, he called you to check in with how Mia was doing, but the call went straight to voicemail. After a few more attempts to contact you and the same outcome, he started getting worried. He texted his mom, Steph and even a couple of the other Leafs girlfriends that he knew you were pretty close with to see if anyone had heard from you, which none of them had.

Not being able to keep himself from getting a little anxious, Auston still went to the airport and got on the conveniently short flight back to Toronto, hoping that everything would be fine once he got there.

As soon as he landed, he called you again, and there was still no answer. Yes, he knew that you were still mad at him, but he didn't think you were angry enough just to ignore him entirely and seemingly fall off the grid, especially after telling him that Mia was sick.

He started getting frustrated and sent a quick text to Nate to see if he'd heard from you, but never got a reply back. So, he ordered an Uber to take him home, and when he got there, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

Your car wasn't in the driveway, there wasn't a single light on in the house, and there wasn't a single sign of you, Mia or Frank once he went inside. It was past Mia's bedtime, so it didn't make sense for you not to be home, but surely if you'd taken her to the hospital, you would've told him and not taken Frank. So, he called you again and still wasn't able to get through.

He stressfully pushed his hand through his hair as he called his parents in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going. As he did this, he took his boots off, hung up his coat and went upstairs to your's and his bedroom. When he entered the room, a mix of your and Mia's clothes was strewn all over the place. It looked that you left in a hurry and only grabbed what you could, but Auston couldn't figure out why.

While on the phone with his parents, he expressed what he saw to them and felt himself getting more and more upset. Ema tried to keep him level minded, but he was already too worked up for her to be successful in doing that.

"Mom, I think she left," he finally stated, acknowledging the worst-case scenario that had been eating away at his mind since the moment he entered the house. Ema was confused by what he meant when saying that because she was already well aware that you weren't there, but then Auston elaborated on what he was thinking. "Me, mom. I think she left me."

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im-totally-not-an-alien · 4 years

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Final Fantasy 7 prompts no 72

1. Cloud definitely underestimated Angeal and Genesis. He was barely holding his own against the two, and that was before Sephiroth came. Now his only option was to retreat...

2. "Cloud," the silverette ground out, having lost his original baritone, "whatever you did- undo it."

Huffing softly to himself, he reached down and picked up the now eight year old warrior, carrying him on his hip. "Oh, I plan to. Somehow." After all, Cloud couldn't bring himself to kill a kid...even one as evil as his nemesis.

3. Cloud tensed when he felt arms wrap around him, lifting his torso from the damp soil.

Opening his eyes was far more difficult than it should have been.

"SOLDIER! Can you hear me? Respond!"

"...soldier?" Cloud couldn't remember why he was here...or even his name really. Why was this man carrying him and what was Shinra?

4. Cid and Shera are expecting a baby, and both are super excited. Also everything is space themed regardless of gender.

Clouds stalkers, erm, "fan club" somehow got ahold of a video of him oh so carefully folding baby clothes before putting them back on the rack. They think the dainty and careful way he handles the baby stuff is adorable.

Cloud is mortified.

Cid just slapped him on the back and told him he better get thier kid something cute.

5. Insane Sephiroth meeting Eldrich Cloud in another dimention.

"What's in it for me?"

An innocent question, if not for the fact Sephiroth had just asked him to commit mass genocide. Still, this was a situation he had been dreaming of for years now. His crush puppet was finally willing to follow his strings.

The silverette never noticed the predatory look the blond gave him. By the time he realized he was in over his head, it was far too late.

6. With AVALANCHE gone and the W.R.O. in shambles, Cloud and Sephiroth agree to set aside thier differences to fight a common enemy.

Sephiroth is overjoyed and Cloud is just grateful hes only been called "puppet" a measly three times this week

7. Cloud repeatedly tazing Sephiroth while the former General just smiles down at him, unaffected.

Clouds a little scared, ngl

8. Reeve Tueski being a disaster Bi.

Hes getting crushes on ALL of his targets, which is the worst possible outcome for a spy. He didn't even know he was Bi before this gods dammit!

What's worse is that his type is apparently Super Hot Eco-Terrorists

He's doomed.

9. Cloud is injured and dying, causing Sephiroth to panic.

Mother will fix this, he thought to himself, I just have to get him to her and everything will be fine.

He refused to lose the only thing that was ever truly his

10. After a "Mini" spell gone awry, Genesis is left the size of an action figure.

He makes a bad situation worse by putting on a pair of devil horns (where did those even come from?) And carrying around a tiny pitchfork. He proceeded to drop down onto peoples shoulders and torment them.

Angeal wants to help, he really does, but he can't. Stop. Laughing.

Zack: Whoa! Who are you?

Genesis: You're inner demon :}

Zack: Aww, you're adorable!!!

Genesis:

Genesis: OK. I'll admit I wasn't expecting that, but thank you.

Genesis: Now go blow up that thing over there.

11. Sephiroth is knocked into an alternate reality and swaps places with the Sephiroth of that world.

He wakes up in a bed with a familiar blond shaking his shoulder, "Cmon, Mother is waiting for us downstairs."

Needless to say, Seph is a little confused, but goes with it anyway. Turns out, the Sephiroth of this world lives with his five younger brothers: Weiss, Cloud, Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo. All of whom serve thier mother, the dark goddess Jenova, who dotes on them incessantly.

Cloud was born prematurely, meaning he came out "underbaked". The Sephiroth of this world had apparently promised mother to coddle protect him. He can do that too...maybe...

Meanwhile, in the other universe:

Our Cloud: I can feed myself dammit!

Other Sephiroth: That's good to hear. Now open your mouth.

AVALANCHE is too busy laughing and taking pictures to help

12. Tifa introduced her new "SOLDIER-killer" drinks to Cloud right before she left with the kids to meet up with Barret for the weekend

Cloud didn't think anything of it at first, but apparently the more mako you have in your body, the more the drink affects you. After three drinks Cloud was giggling like a schoolgirl. Thats when the worst possible thing happens.

Sephiroth shows up...but Cloud was too drunk to care. The blond managed to convince Sephiroth to have one drink. One!

Then they woke up three days later in a Vagas hotel room with massive hangovers, matching tattoos and wedding bands.

The former General is staring at the wall in shock while Cloud is still trying to figure out where "Navada" is on Gaias maps and how he's never heard of it before

Aka You ever get so drunk you marry your arch nemesis and transcend dimensions with them?

13. Dadesis with tiny time traveling terror versions of Shelua and Shelke.

Team mom Angeal is parent of the year while Sephiroth looms awkwardly in the background cause Shelke is terrified of him. Poor Seph.

14. Time traveler Cloud thrown into DeepGround

15. Children keep giving Cloud chocobo merchandise and all his friends keep teasing him about it.

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ssa-sugar-tits · 4 years

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Ten Years (ch. 4)

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Content warnings: cursing, smut, nsfw, penetrative sex, car sex, public sex?, hair pulling

a/n: this is literally just porn. remember to use protection, only have sex in private if car sex is illegal in your state, and never drive after drinking.

Maybe your relationship hit a bit of an unexplained rough patch. But you and Spencer have always been more than a typical couple. You've gotten through worse, this is just a step to start re-igniting the love you've spent years growing and nurturing. The dress you choose is a dark, plum purple. It hugs your curves, stopping a few inches above the knees. You pair it with a set of diamond earrings and a wine red lipstick. Slipping into a pair of glossy black high heels, you complete the look with a sleek, half up, half down hairstyle. Not to sound conceited, but... you look fucking hot. And ready for your date.

Spencer takes a deep, steady breath as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. It's his first date with you and he has to pretend it's a regular thing. Good luck with that, he scoffs to himself. When you step out of the bedroom, his jaw drops. He'd only seen you outside of work attire 4 times. You smirk seeing how his eyes glue to you, taking you in like a work of art.

"How do I look?" you ask confidently, already knowing the answer.

"Perfect." he breathes out.

"You look okay too," you laugh. "Now let's go."

Placing a kiss to his flushed cheek, you leave the apartment and get into the car. It's surreal to him, that you remember little things like how he doesn't like to drive. You speak to him and look at him with genuine love.

"Reservation for two, Spencer Reid." He tells the woman at the front. She escorts you to a small booth and takes your orders.

"We haven't done this in a while," you laugh, opening the menu in front of you.

"I want to." Spencer blurts out, confusing you a bit. "Do this, I mean. You're everything to me, Y/N. I'll do anything to make you happy like you deserve."

Speechless, you meet his gaze and give him a flustered smile.

"You know how you sound right now?"

"How?" he prompts.

"Like you did when we went on our first date," you reach to hold his hand and laugh. "We're already married, no need to charm me babe."

He beams and takes your hand.

"I know, I know but I love you. It's important to me that you know that."

"Well I've known that since like, the day we met but I love you too."

He has to do a double take, realizing what you said.

"Wait since... Y/N," he clears his throat. "How long before we became uh-- romantically involved, were you aware of my feelings for you?"

"Quite the profiler, aren't you?"

It's crazy, all these years and you really haven't talked about it? You thought you had but he's the one with the eidetic memory... he would know. The waitress returns with your food and you start to recount how his small crush had first become apparent.

"Spence, it was pretty obvious when you stumbled your way through an introduction on my first day. Then there were the stares when you thought I wasn't looking, the awkward smiles, the not-so-subtle jealousy when someone hit on me." A reminiscing smile grazes your lips as you recall the early stages as your relationship and heat rises to Spencer's neck and face. Noticing, you reassure him.

"Don't be embarassed, that was years ago. And clearly I thought it was cute since I married you."

For reasons you couldn't possibly understand, he's humiliated. Did his Y/N really know exactly how he felt about her? Then it turns to a sense of giddy happiness, realizing you return those feelings.

"Why'd it take so long for us to happen?"

A scoff distracts you from your dinner as you shake your head.

"My guess is we were both a little too fucked up to do anything about it. Your dumb, genius ass thought I'd reject you and my dumb, non-genius ass was too scared to commit. But it all worked out just fine, didn't it?"

"It did," he agrees with a sense of sweet euphoria filling him. "I'm eternally grateful for that."

Something in the air, something between you is drawing you to each other in a way you've never felt.

"Spence."

You gaze at him with a fierce desire and he gets the message.

"Check please!"

Stumbling into the backseat of your car, Spencer grips a handful of your hair sternly while pushing his mouth into the most passionate of kisses. All the while your hands fumble to unbutton his dress shirt. He licks his lips as he examines your far too clothed body. You're thrown back onto the seat and his slender fingers explore your body, tongue still blitzing yours in firey love. A premature wine-flavored moan slips your throat into his when he squeezes your thigh delicately. While you grapple with his belt hastily, he pulls the straps of your dress down your shoulders to expose your breasts. Exposed and writhing, he attaches an open mouth to your neck trailing down to your breast causing you to gasp loudly. Spencer wraps his lips around your nipple and suckles, washing you with bliss. You use your free hand to palm his length, causing him to groan before lifting your legs to wrap them around his waist. Having never felt the sensation of unraveling a woman, especially you, into such a pretty mess he instantly sighs in comfort feeling your warm wetness drip down your thighs.

Wait. Fuck. That's a problem, isn't it? He was a dorky virgin when you met. A cute dorky virgin, but still a dorky virgin. Just go with it, he tells himself. It's what you'd say if you knew.

Bursting with sudden affirmation, he lines up his cock up to your soaking slit and enters you. His head rolls back in immense pleasure and he almost forgets to actually fuck you. You moan with the first heavenly thrust and dig your nails into his firm backside.

"Oh my god, Spencer." you roll out in a syrupy haze.

His pace quickens and he tugs at your hair. Th sound of his supple skin slapping against your body paired with your love coated moans crystallizes the atmosphere.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty," he lets out more filthy strings of praises and groans louder.

"Spence, I'm so close," you practically whine.

It isn't just sex, it's true love-making and expression and you're gravitating with pure bodily harmony.

"Almost there, let go for me baby."

His words send you over the edge and waves of felicity spin through you. Your pussy's walls tighten around his dick, prompting more stretched out moaning and grasping. Red lines of love streak Spencer's back while you ride out your orgasm. The ecstasy of what you did radiates, leaving heavy breathing and dopey grins evident.

"Goddamn, Y/N." he sighs contently, dressing himself and trying to smooth his now wrinkled clothes in the limited space of the car. You open the car door and drive home, giggling and floating from absolute love all the way. Leaving your heels in the hall, you and Spencer make your way to the bed not bothering to change out of your dress clothes. Burying yourself in his neck happily, he holds you firmly and you drift off to sleep together.

Beep. Beep.

Spencer wakes up, slightly irritated by the alarm beside him.

"Morning love," he mumbles before he realizes you aren't in bed with him. Shifting, he runs a hand through his hair and yawns wondering where you are.

"Y/N?"

You don't respond but his phone chimes, indicating he's received a text.

No, god no.

You have to be fucking kidding me, he screams internally.

8:04 AM

Wednesday, July 30th, 2005

New message:

Y/N

Reid, everything okay? JJ's presenting the case in a few minutes. Call when you're on your way.

It wasn't a dream, he can say that without a doubt. He spent a week ten fucking years from now. He isn't insane, it happened. He stares in disbelief at his phone.

He... He should get ready for work shouldn't he?

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krappykawa · 4 years

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ಌ i mildly like you more than like (p.2)

— in which an incessant fan girl, a kiss, and a little bit of denial makes oikawa tooru realize he might mildly like you more than like

description. you’ve been in love with oikawa tooru for longer than you can remember. having known him for the better part of nearly 11 years, you’ve come to accept that you’ll never be more than a best friend to him. but with the help of a few irritatingly persistent fangirls and a kiss that was only meant to drive them away, a tale of unrequited love might just prove to be something more.

warnings. language

word count. 3.6k

oikawa x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, some angst

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It’s just really bad timing for Oikawa that the day after is the day in which the Aoba Johsai third-years planned their monthly hangout.

He’s rocking back and forth in front of your house, trying not to let the weird feeling in his stomach eat at him. He hasn’t seen you since you both walked home the day before when he was secretly cursing the sun because “did you always look like you were heaven-sent or was it just the lighting?”

In his head, he’s trying to convince himself that he didn’t avoid you this morning - that the reason he didn’t spend the day over at your house before your hangout like he’d always done was because he would see you later anyways. He tries to say that it's because he just needed some time to recharge, which isn’t necessarily false, but it’s a half-truth all the same.

“Hey.” His head turns to where you’re standing in your doorway, already smiling up at him. “Where’s that outfit from? Iwaizumi’s closet?”

Oikawa looks down at himself. He’s wearing one of the hoodies he did indeed steal from Iwaizumi a few months ago, and he had also opted for a pair of grey sweats that he haphazardly picked out without notice. He did have to admit that it was a very Iwaizumi-style outfit. “Only the sweatshirt, Y/N-chan. Don’t tease,” he says with his usual chipper voice.

You shake your head at him, and the small movement draws his gaze to the small alien earrings that dangle from your ears. He wants to ask if you could help him find a plush-sized version of that alien to add to his own plushie collection (that only you and Iwaizumi know about), but by the time he’s opened his mouth, you’re already turning to lock your door.

You hand him a piece of candy that you had in your pocket and you both begin to walk in a slightly off silence to Iwaizumi’s house. There isn’t necessarily anything uncomfortable about it, but Oikawa’s blinking to himself because you don’t seem to be fazed in the slightest about the happenings of yesterday. Best friends must kiss their best friends all the time don’t they? That’s why you don’t seem to care. He doesn’t care. No, he doesn’t.

Oikawa practically breathes a sigh of relief when Iwaizumi joins you two. He knows that if you were alone for even a moment longer, you would’ve picked up on his odd mood and asked him what was wrong. He wouldn’t have an answer to that. Not that there was anything wrong. There wasn’t.

Once Iwaizumi joins you two, Oikawa doesn’t have much time to be within his own thoughts because he and Iwaizumi quickly engage in a friendly teasing argument about the day before. You simply walk between them, piping up at times to tease Oikawa for some reason or another. It feels entirely too normal, and Oikawa isn’t quite sure how to feel about that.

“My legs are killing me,” you say after walking for about two miles, mostly due to the fact that Oikawa and Iwaizumi were having another back-and-forth that was slowly getting out of hand. “Did Matsukawa and Hanamaki really have to choose a place so far away? Actually, scratch that. Did you two really have to make us walk?”

“Suck it up, my darling Y/N-chan, we’ve only got a few more blocks to go,” Oikawa says. He notices a soft redness on your cheeks.

“You’re one to talk,” you mumble. “You were complaining just ten minutes ago,”

“I’m allowed to be whiny.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“But Y/N-channn.” He makes sure to really draw out the latter half chan, his grin widening when he sees a slight pout form at your lips.

“Don’t Y/N-chan me when you’re being a baby.”

“You can’t call me a baby! I’m practically a tree next to you!”

You cross your arms, and look defiantly up at him. “I’ll call you a baby if I want to.”

“I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder if you don’t take that back.”

“God you two are insufferable,” Iwaizumi mumbles from besides you two, but the small smile on his face betrays his attempt at strictness. You playfully roll your eyes at him and Oikawa is unfazed, much too used to Iwaizumi’s gruff exterior by now. “I’ll just carry her if it makes you two shut the hell up.”

At the same time that you shout “Really?”, Oikawa shouts “No!”

Both you and Iwaizumi turn to stare at Oikawa, who seems to lose his composure just ever so slightly.

“Shittykawa, for the last time. I’m not going to carry you.”

“That’s not what I meant, Iwa-chan.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ll carry Y/N-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s gaze focuses just a beat too long on Oikawa, and it’s all Oikawa needs to see to know that Iwaizumi will probably be watching him a little extra tonight. He always does that when he feels like there’s something off.

Whatever he must’ve seen on Oikawa’s face was either satisfactory or something that puzzled him because he repents instead of interrogating him. “Fine. Carry her if it’ll heal your ego or whatever. Just don’t do shit to your knee or I’ll actually murder you.”

“Guys, it’s fine. I was only joking.” You pipe up, clearly confused at the interaction between Oikawa and Iwaizumi just now. Oikawa can feel something else in your gaze too, but he’s afraid he won’t be able to look away if he attempts to analyze what it means.

Something in Oikawa deflates a little at your words though. You seemed all but ready to let yourself be carried by Iwaizumi, but the moment he suggested doing the exact same thing, you shied away. “Well the offer still stands,” he says, despite the minor sting of rejection. “Besides it’ll make up for the practice I was forced to miss yesterday.”

“Really, it’s fine. I don’t want you to hurt your knee,” you reply. This time, he can practically hear the odd something in your voice. The fact that he can’t pinpoint what it is irritates him to no end.

The rest of the walk to the karaoke place goes relatively quiet. Quiet in the sense that Iwaizumi and Oikawa don’t squabble, but rather all three of you have small minor conversations about anything and everything.

Oikawa’s mood turns mildly sour when you tell him and Iwaizumi that by some unfortunate luck, you’d crossed paths with your ex-boyfriend while on a walk that morning. He wishes that he would’ve just sucked up his thoughts and just spent the day at your house so that maybe by some weird string of fate, you wouldn’t have seen the tall, brown-haired baseball captain while on a walk. Oikawa didn’t realize he was scowling until you poked a finger at his cheek and told him that he “had to stop thinking about Kageyama and Ushijima because they would only cause premature wrinkles and ruin his pretty face.” He doesn’t tell you that his two most bitter rivals were far, far away from the forefront of his mind at the moment.

“Took you three long enough,” Hanamaki practically yells when he spots you three from across the street.

You beam and yell, “Don’t yell, Maki. It’s unbecoming!”

“And you call me a hypocrite, Y/N-chan?” Oikawa nudges your side, smiling down at you.

The feeling he gets when you stick your tongue out at him and dash across the street is familiar, which he’s thankful for. It’s the sort of feeling that makes him smile softly at your retreating figure, a feeling that he’s felt toward you for as long as he can remember. He’s happy for the familiarity of it because it gives him a sense of normalcy that perhaps the thoughts he’s been feeling are familiar thoughts that were probably just jumbled up because of his fatigue.

That’s what he keeps telling himself anyway.

Oikawa’s about to run after you when Iwaizumi asks a question from beside him. “Did something happen between you two?”

Oikawa turns to look at his best friend then back to where you’re standing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa. We kissed, he thinks. But Oikawa knows that telling Iwaizumi that might be more trouble than he’s looking for right now because he’ll surely start asking questions that Oikawa can’t even begin to find an answer for.

“No,” he tries to say in his most convincing voice. “Why?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head. “Y/N just seems sadder today.” His words almost make Oikawa stop midway on the street. He knows that Iwaizumi notices, but instead of calling him out on it, Iwaizumi says, “Probably just because she saw Kaoru-san this morning.”

That’s when Oikawa realizes that the odd tone he heard in your voice earlier was sadness. He isn’t sure why exactly that was and why it was directed towards him. He can’t remember you saying anything out of the ordinary. All your texts to him that morning were of nothing new, and nothing seemed wrong the day before (except for the way that you were equally as quiet as he was during the walk home after your kiss). Surely, it wasn’t because of the stupid baseball player that barely lit a flame next to you.

He doesn’t know what he hates more - the possibility that it was him himself that was the cause of your sadness, or the possibility that you were sad after seeing your ex-boyfriend, which could possibly mean that you might still harbor feelings for him (which, Oikawa decides is something he never wants to think about again because he’s always disliked Kaoru, so he really can’t see why you’d still have feelings for him). Surely, you weren’t still hung up on a boy that you had broken up with?

That’s what break-ups are for. They’re for when you no longer have love for the other person, or with Oikawa’s history of dating, when you find that the other person’s demanding schedule is something that becomes a wedge.

It’s odd, but for the first time in their long friendship, Oikawa wants to punch Iwaizumi for making him think so indepthly about it. Instead, he walks quicker. He makes sure that his signature chipper smile is on his lips when he greets Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

“What do you two have lined up for us today then?”

“We’re hoping that you’ll embarrass yourself with some karaoke, and then we figured we’d look through some of the shops around here. That may or not be because my mother’s birthday is in two days and I have yet to get a present.”

You shake your head at the taller male. “Makki!”

“Don’t Makki me! It’s Mattsun’s fault anyway. Don’t ask me why. It’s just always Mattsun’s fault.”

Matsukawa looks anything but pleased. “One more word out of you and I’m leaving your ass here and you’ll have to ride home by yourself.”

The only response Hanamaki has is a scowl in Matsukawa’s direction.

By the time you five are seated in a booth, Oikawa feels the most normal he’s felt all day. Hanamaki managed to offend an older lady walking down the street by saying something loudly obnoxious, Iwaizumi yelled at Hanamaki for being so stupid, Matsukawa almost choked on a mint he had taken fron the front desk, and you had accidentally almost broken a vase because you pushed Oikawa a little too roughly. Oikawa would say that all that was pretty normal.

It’s also normal for Hanamaki to suggest that you and Oikawa sing a duet because despite it all, you two have incredible voices. He used to try and convince Iwaizumi too, but when almost all his pleas were met with rejections, he’d eventually stopped asking.

But Oikawa doesn’t feel any sort of normalcy when he smiles to himself as you shake your head and begrudgingly accept. He doesn’t feel any sense of normalcy as you take his hand and tug him upwards to the karaoke machine. Instead of the normal carefree environment he usually feels, he’s feeling something brew inside of him because everything he’d just described as feeling abnormal, used to be perfectly normal.

It irritates him to no end because his feelings don’t feel any different, but at the same time his feelings feel so incredibly foreign that he wishes he could just pause time and just sit down to figure out whatever the hell is going on.

But he doesn’t have the ability to pause time, and he doesn’t have any time to figure out anything before you start to sing and he feels his breath catch the way it always does.

He’s always told you that your voice was angelic. He’s been saying it ever since he came over to play at your house when he was 10 years old and he overheard you singing as you doodled on a piece of paper. He’s told you all of this before - how beautiful your voice is, how you’re wasting your talent by not letting others see it. He even remembers begging you to sing him to sleep when he would sleep over at your house after particularly crushing losses.

What he doesn’t understand is why he’s so very aware of the fact that your voice sounds like it descends from above. Before, the feeling was there like a natural instinct to hearing your singing voice. But now, he’s so very aware.

It’s because of this thought process that he almost misses his cue to enter. Luckily, he feels a foot kick at his ankle just before he embarasses himself. Oikawa has a gut feeling that it was Iwaizumi who did so.

Once he starts singing the lyrics, Oikawa has the thought to just murder Hanamaki on the spot because of all the duets he could’ve chosen, he had to choose a love song.

He keeps his eyes glued to the words flashing on the screen despite having memorized every lyric of this song after singing it multiple times while taking a shower. He tries to ignore your voice and instead focus on the teasing remarks slipping from his teammates’ lips. For a second, he’s successful in doing so.

But luck doesn’t seem to be on his side tonight. Eventually, you hit a very impressive high note and Oikawa thinks he might just lose his mind because he hears you laugh afterwards and say a breathy “sorry,” that’s so mesmerizing that he turns his head. You’re already smiling up at him in that way that you always smile at him and he can’t help but feel his own lips tug widely upwards. He thinks he imagines how your own smile widens after that.

After you two finish your duet and Hanamaki is up and belting out all the wrong notes, you nudge Oikawa. “A little off considering how good I can hear you singing it in the shower.”

“Keep your voice down, Y/N-chan. One word out of you and I won’t speak to you for a week,” Oikawa says with the familiar grin on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you dramatically gasp, which momentarily catches Iwaizumi’s attention. He turns away once he realizes that you were looking at Oikawa and nothing of importance.

“Oh, but I would.”

“You wouldn’t last a day.”

“Yes I would.”

“You used to cry whenever Iwaizumi or I went on vacation. You’d come whining to me before the day is even over.”

He’s about to retort a reply, but Hanamaki’s return to the table catches both of your attention. “Man, my voice sounds like sandpaper.”

“More like a dying baby bird but I’ll let you think what you want,” Matsukawa snorts from his seat.

“Mattsun, what did the baby bird ever do to you?”

After a few more rounds of karaoke (in which Matsukawa and Hanamaki serenaded the other and Iwaizumi agreed to sing for the first time in months) you all find yourself at the head of a row of shops that go down a few miles.

“Do you think my mom would like a necklace? Maybe I’ll buy her a book.”

“Hanamaki, you are aware that we aren’t acquainted with your mother right?”

“Matsukawa is! Mattsun, help me out here.”

“Makki, she’s your mom man.”

After a few more rounds of bickering, Hanamaki and Matsukawa finally decide to just head into the bookstore. You, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa decide to visit the small trinkets store with the twinkling light up sign.

Oikawa gets the urge to rip his hair out once he sees who the person behind the cashier is.

“Kaoru! I didn’t know you worked here,” you say entirely too nicely. Oikawa hates how perfect you look at the moment because he’s almost certain that your ex-boyfriend notices it too.

“Ease up, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi says from beside him.

“I am at ease,” he says, but he can’t even convince himself.

Iwaizumi snorts and shakes his head. “Sure you are. Unclench your jaw and stop looking at him like you want to stuff him in a bag first, then I’ll believe you.”

Oikawa turns his head to look back to where you’re leaning against the counter. He doesn't miss the way that Kaoru purposefully left his hand idly on the counter so that his fingers come just short of touching your arm. Oikawa feels his annoyance spike when he hears the man in question laugh at something you say.

After glaring what felt like forever, Oikawa turns back to Iwaizumi, letting out an annoyed huff. “I just don’t understand why he of all people had to be the one working here.”

“The world doesn’t cater to whether or not the person working at a store is going to make you jealous,” Iwaizumi says as he shuffles through a rack of plain-looking hoodies.

“I’m not jealous!”

Iwaizumi turns to Oikawa and deadpans at him, raising a brow as a challenge.

Oikawa looks away from his gaze and crosses his arms. “I’m not,” he grumbles. “I just don’t particularly like his face or his voice or his stupid personality or really anything about him because really what’s there to like? It’s nothing new.”

Oikawa expects a retort or an insult, but to his surprise, Iwaizumi lets out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

Iwaizumi continues to shake his head as he moves to walk down another aisle. Oikawa follows aimlessly behind him. “You’re so, so stupid. I cannot believe you’re one of the best volleyball players I know. There’s no way you’re the same person I play with on the court.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.”

Before Oikawa can question him any further, he hears your voice from somewhere across the shop. You pop your head out from behind a shelf and say, “Hey ‘Kawa! Come here for a second.”

Oikawa looks to Iwaizumi.

“Go ahead. I’m gonna look through their collection of posters and see if I can find one for the monster movie I watched yesterday.”

When Oikawa gets to the shelf that you’re staring intently at, he’s mildly surprised. You’re crouched down and scrutinizing a row of alien plushies. More specifically, they’re the very same alien plushies that he had hoped to ask you about when he first picked you up from your house.

You grin up at him excitedly and Oikawa wishes he could take a picture. “Look what I found!” Oikawa walks closer and crouches down besides you. You turn to look at him again. “I noticed that you were staring at my earrings a lot tonight, and I know that you absolutely cherish your little alien collection, so I asked Kaoru if they had them as plushies and they did!”

Oikawa feels a warmness bloom in his chest at your excitement. He doesn’t tell you that he wasn’t staring at your earrings. He doesn’t tell you that he was always staring at you.

“You did that for me?”

“Of course I did. We always do things like this, don’t get all sappy now.”

He has the sudden thought to just pull you upwards and crash his lips into yours. He knows that he can’t necessarily do so, so he just stares at you instead and contemplates to himself if it really would be so bad if he just kissed you again right then and there.

“Is everything okay? Do you not like it? We don’t have to get it if you don’t like it.” The smile falls off your lips, and he can hear that familiar sadness in your voice once again. It sends a spark of pain through him.

“No!” He yells a little too loudly. “No, of course I love it. Thank you.” He reaches out and clasps his hand over your smaller one.

You roll your eyes at him, but don’t make any move to push his hand away. “You’re blushing! Don’t blush! You might make me think that you’re in love with me, and we can’t have that can we?”

Oikawa tries to shake his head. He doesn’t point out that there’s a little dusting of red on your own cheeks.

He only speaks again after you pick an alien off of the shelf and stand up. He stands with you. “I only very mildly like you more than like. None of that in love stuff, don’t worry.”

You elbow him and shoot him a glance. “Don’t steal my lines, Oikawa.”

You smile as you say it. A simple smile. A smile that has practically been ingrained into his head after so many years of seeing that same smile thrown in his direction. But what scares him is the way that it sends a pleasant feeling to his stomach.

It’s then that Oikawa realizes that there is indeed something that’s wrong - that there’s something very, very wrong. Something is very wrong because everything he’s feeling at the moment makes him think that maybe, just maybe, he’s the biggest liar in the world for claiming that he wasn’t in love with you.

i know that some people won’t be able to relate to the “angelic singing” part (i most definitely don’t have an angelic singing voice either lol don’t worry) but lets all just pretend that we can all sing ok thanku

#oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fluff #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader

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joy1579 · 4 years

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RFA boys + saeran helping surrogate MC through pregnancy and meeting her baby

so this is the other interpretation of that request i got. i hope its okay! i wrote this one out side which was really nice for a change. please leave a comment if you enjoyed it

also master list if your into it

Jumin

During the pregnancy

- Since he met you later in your surrogacy he only gets 2 months to help you through your pregnancy

- But he does everything he can

- You get one of those super fancy pregnancy body pillows

- He declines the private nurse though reminding him that every woman ancestor he has gave birth even before private nurses were a thing

- He picks apart the line saying that his great aunt never had children so not every

- You cut him off with a gently kiss before saying “hush I’m pregnant and therefore right”

- He would argue with you but you’re already walking away towards the kitchen where your latest snack craving was hidden away.

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He was a tad upset that he couldn’t be with you in the delivery room

- But he understood that your sister and her husband (the parents) took priority over him

- At least he said he did but his grim look and constant foot tapping said otherwise

- “Jumin” your sister called “do you want to see your future nephew?” his heart jumped at that.

- Your sister hadn’t been cold to him certainly but she had always referred to him as your boyfriend despite his proposal.

- He had taken it to mean she did not approve of him but if this child was his future nephew then she must have accepted that you were his future wife

- “yes I would” he said resolutely stepping forward to see the baby in her arms

- He had you and your sisters eye’s (poor baby ain’t got no eyes JK) and red tinted hair from his father but what hit Jumin most was the simple peace of the child

- He had expected fussiness and crying. He had asked around and many people warned him that newborns were fussy even on their best days

- But like you this child had a gentle peace about him a calm and happy light in its bright young eye’s

- “I’d like to see MC” he said abruptly and your sister chuckled stepping aside so he could visit you

- He wrapped you in his arms and murmered low in your ear “you never cease to amaze me my love. Marry me? Not in several months not even in days. Tomorrow. The second your discharged.”

Yoosung

During the pregnancy

- He is trying his absolute best. He knows nothing about pregnancy. So he asks his mom and after calming down her panic she agrees to help.

- By showing up at his house to see and care for MC.

- She insists on cleaning and worries over MC whenever MC tries to help

- Yoosung helps dutifully but you can see a tinge of regret in his eyes when his mother nags him to stop playing lolol

- She’s there for a week cooking and lecturing Yoosung on everything that a pregnant woman need help with (which according to her is EVERYTHING)

- You ask her if she had a hard pregnancy by chance and she admits her pregnancy with Yoosung was very difficult (Yoosung had never known that and listens intently from his place cleaning in the kitchen

- She had pushed herself to hard and ending up going into labor prematurely nearly loosing Yoosung in the process now your crying and Yoosung is rushing to your side his mom hugging you both

- “you are strong MC anyone who can put up with my son must be but dont forget to take care of yourself, and you Yoosung you help her with this and make me proud” his mom semi scolds with a warm smile

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- Yoosung is sitting in the corner practically bouncing with anxiety

- Zen has his hand on Yoosung’s shoulder and is looking at his watch every five minutes

- He was missing a final for this but he had told his professor that his girlfriend was having a baby so the professor would let him retake it tomorrow

- Technically it wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t their baby.

- Despite it not being their baby he was still so nervous he thought he might be sick. After hearing his mother’s story, he had researched EVERYTHING that could go wrong (there are a lot of things that could go wrong)

- So when he heard your sister (who had become a familiar presence in his life) call him he nearly jumped out of his skin

- He rushed over to where she stood holding a small bundle of blue blankets

- “you’ll never guess what we named him?” she teased and her small smirked highlighted just how much you two looked alike “MC came up with it, and we thought it was perfect naming him after his uncle”

- Yoosung looked at her confused and lost tilting his head to the side

- “meet Yoosung our baby and maybe someday your official nephew”

- Yoosung turned beet red at that you and he had only been dating for 3 months after all

- And yet through all the nerves he couldn’t find it in himself to dislike the idea in fact he couldn’t stop the wide smile that grew on his face

- “hi mini Yoosung. I’ll do my best to be someone you can look up too okay!”

Saeyoung

during pregnancy

- Look there was A LOT going on during this moment in his life

- Between the agency and mint eye he could barely think straight

- And you were his rock grounding him through it all.

- Vanderwood had never seen a woman 7 months pregnant pick a fight with a cult leader and show no hesitation when looking danger in the face before you

- You were either incredibly brave or just plain stupid considering you were in love with Saeyoung probably a bit of both

- He had to admit though your steadfast level headed nurturing was exactly what Saeyoung and his brother needed

- At every wrong turn and new trouble, you were there cheering Saeyoung on and calming Saeran down (something that amazingly it seemed only you could do)

- Saeyoung was determined to protect you and his brother and you believed in him whole heartedly

- It was only after all the chaos was over and Saeyoung had brought you to his bunker that you finally sat down, sighed and called your sister to tell her you were home

- Saeyoung sat next to you and as soon as you hang up you burst into tears and buried your face in his chest

- He was surprised when you mentioned how worried for him you were

- He pulled you back to look at you disbelievingly before kissing you hard

- After all that nothing could come between you

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He stood stock still eye’s darting between the doors to the delivery room and the hallway he led to the psychiatric ward where his brother was

- He wanted to tell his brother that today was the day but everything had been so busy since arriving he didn’t have a chance and now his was stuck unsure of how long it would take.

- Logically he was sure he had enough time since his brother never wanted to see him for very long. They were doing better of course but at most they could only spend 20 to 30 minutes together before Saeran would have an episode and Saeyoung would be ushered away.

- Still he didn’t want to risk being absent when the baby was born and he could see you safe and sound again.

- Your sister had barely stepped through the door before Saeyoung was burying her in questions

- “is MC okay? What about the baby? Is it a boy or a girl? When can I see MC again?”

- Your sister chuckled at that nodding down the bundle of blue blankets in her arms

- “MC’s is okay their helping her clean up now. This is our little boy here and you can see MC as soon as you answer a question for us.” Her gentle voice reminded him so much of yours whenever you tried to soothe Saeran and he nodded urgently. He desperately wanted to see you.

- “will you be the God father luciel?”

- Ice ran through his veins as he froze. Godfather. He couldn’t, there was no way he could with everything he’s done everything he’s caught up in but hadn’t he thought the same about being with you, and about seeing his brother again too

- He looked at the tiny infant, it slept soundly in its mothers arms and he tried to find a reason to dislike the small boy, any reason to say no to the question your sister had just asked. Slowly the baby opened his eyes and he marveled at how clear and innocent they were.

- He’s tremulously nod’s and is suddenly caught up in a gentle hug from your sister and her quiet husband, before being ushered back to meet you.

Zen

During the pregnancy

- Absolutely gives you anything and everything your craving

- Completely quits smoking because what if it hurts the baby (still drinks beer though)

- he lays his head on your belly and talks to the baby telling it how it has the best kindest strongest angel of a mother ever

- surrogate mother you point out and he looks so confused because what’s the difference?

- You explain that the baby isn’t yours in any way except for it growing in your womb. The egg was your sisters so the baby is hers not yours

- He still looks a little confused but takes your word for it after all you would know best

- You and he have A LOT of dinners with your sister and her husband

- He’s still getting used to the whole family dynamic since he hasn’t had it in so long

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- He is pacing because he does not enjoy sitting still while anxious

- he can’t calm down and he’s angry that they won’t let him in the delivery room with you

- Yoosung touches his shoulder and he turns on him about to snap but stopping himself when he sees its Yoosung and not Jumin

- Yoosung asks him if he wants some water and offers to walk with him to the hospital cafeteria

- They are almost out the door when he hears your sister call for him

- “zen would you like to see the baby?”

- He sprints over to see the little boy and in that moment he vows to teach this child everything he knows

- It may not be his son but he swears to support the kid to the ends of the earth and if the kid ever needs a place to go. Well that’s what uncles should be for.

- The baby grabs at a stray lock of Zen’s hair and its one of the few times Zen lets anyone but you and his hairdresser touch his hair

- Then the baby tugs just a little too much and Zen decided that the no touch rule is completely valid as your sister tuts and untangles the tiny fist

- He still loves this kid though

- Your sisters been talking this whole time but he hasn’t heard a word so she snaps in front of his face to get his attention

- “do you want to see MC”

- “yes” he nearly shouts before speed walking to your room

Saeran

During the pregnancy

- After the chaos of mint eye and looking for his brother he is happy to settle down

- He cooks for you, and of course you and he share so much ice-cream (midnight ice-cream runs because of craving happen almost weekly at first)

- He brushes your hair and tries to wait on you hand and foot until you put that foot down

- You have to give him a serious talk about making his own decisions and choosing things for himself because you don’t want to see him fall back into his mint eye habits

- He nods and starts to give you a little space but he still brushes your hair. Saying he genuinely enjoys it

- You encourage him in his recovery and sit outside while he gardens

- When he gets angry you do what you can to calm him down. People are worried he might hurt you but you have faith in him. (and the self-defense training Jaehee gave you)

- Your sister is admittedly nervous but your unwavering faith bolsters her trust in saeran as well as his trust in himself

- He’ll be the first to admit though he does NOT like the look of discomfort on your face when the baby kicks but he’s learning to keep himself calm and to walk away from things that upset him rather than try to fight them head on

Meeting the baby in the waiting room

- EVERYONE can feel how tense he is

- He’s sitting straight backed with his fists clenched on his knees

- Your sister is honestly a little afraid to take her newborn baby out their despite how sweet he seemed sometimes. It’s the times he didn’t seem sweet that she worried about. Even if you swore up and down he was more than safe

- His head shot up at the sound of the door and he rushed to your sister the second he saw her

- “where’s MC? is she safe? I need to see her NOW?” that last word came out harsher than he meant and Jumin put his hand on Saeran’s shoulder

- “I’m sure MC is fine. Isn’t that right?” he said calmly

- Your sister nodded a little before speaking “MC is fine the nurses are helping her clean up you’ll be allowed back as soon as she’s done I just thought you might want to see the baby since you helped MC through this”

- Saeran swallowed hard, he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the baby. Wasn’t sure if he should see the baby

- But when he locked eyes with the small infant he swore he could see so much of you in its face (or was it your sister? Did it matter? Not to him)

- It was the first time he had actually thought of starting a family with you. later when he is farther into his recovery, when his relationship with his brother is better, when you and he are married maybe.

- When a nurse called for your visitors and he lunged forward baby forgotten you where most important

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #jumin #jumin han #yoosung #yoosung kim #saeyoung #luciel #seven #707 #zen #hyun ryu #saeran #ray

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abuskinswarrior · 4 years

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find our way back... part 2

I had my last class last Friday, which means it’s officially summer!! i have two more classes before i can say i’m a college graduate, but i still get a cap and gown so, i’ve graduated college y’all!

Tag-list: @pprettyboyreid @genuisgub @ataidyl @andiebeaword @dreatine @cncopmwhoore @sixx-sic-sixx @nanocoool @kookiescooky3

~~If you want to be tagged on this, let me know!~~

Warnings: fighting, blood, mentions of death

Summary: Persephone goes to a friend to drink, but gets a roped into talking instead.

Words: ~1830

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Persephone stepped out of her car rolling her neck. She had been driving for a few days, heading to the one place she knew she was always welcome. She needed two things: a drink and a voice of reason (not that she would ever admit to the second one). She opened the old wooden door, the bell above chiming, alerting the bartender.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment.” He smiled at her, while she looked him over. He had a round face that made his eyes disappear when he smiled. His large clammy hands held the bottle. Persephone didn’t recognize him and he clearly didn’t know her otherwise he wouldn’t have asked a such a stupid question.

“Can I see some ID?” He wiped his hands on his apron, waiting. Persephone scoffed. She wondered what kind of people her friend was hiring. Anybody working here should know who she was, considering she’s been a regular for the last twenty years or so.

“You’re clearly new here, so I’ll let that slide. Get me a whiskey neat.” She compelled him. His eyes glazed over, nodding his head. “And let Isabella know I’m here.”

“He doesn’t have to; I heard your voice.” Persephone turned around. Walking down the steps, a tall redhead was walking towards her.

Isabella and Persephone met around twenty years ago. Isabella had bought the building Persephone was using to hide her valuables. They had become fast friends, Persephone offering to keep the bar she was running open, by being her number one customer as long as she could keep storing her belonging in the attic.

“Iz!” She gave her a side hug, both of them sitting at the bar. The man handed her drink to her and she took a large gulp.

“Where have you been?” There was no malice or accusation, pure curiosity in her voice.

“I was taking care of some business.” Persephone was being intentionally vague. She didn’t really feel like getting into anything with her friend right now.

“You don’t work.” Iz scoffed at you. “What business could you have possibly been doing?” The wheels were turning in her head and before Persephone could say anything, Iz spoke again. “Oh, don’t tell me you went and saw Spencer.”

Persephone moved her lips to the side, debating if she was going to say anything.

“If you killed anyone, you have to tell me.” She whispered to her. Persephone bit her lip, thinking. She wasn’t actually sure if Debbie had died, but she knew that Spencer would definitely make sure she wouldn’t. She knew that answering these questions would make them head into topics she didn’t want to get into, but if she didn’t Iz would just keep bothering her.

“I didn’t kill anybody.” Persephone defended herself. “It was a close call, but I’m, like, pretty sure she’s not dead.”

“Seph,”

“What?” Persephone motioned for another drink, after downing hers. “It’s not like she was all goodie goodie. She’s the one that convinced her friend to leave, which caused all the murders in the first place, so”

“So, you didn’t kill anyone this time.” Iz let out a premature sigh of relief.

“What do you mean ‘this time’?” Persephone looked at Iz. She had an inkling to what her redheaded friend was talking about, but if she was going to accuse Persephone of doing anything, Iz was going to say the words.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, no I don’t.” Persephone gripped her glass slightly tighter. “Please enlighten me.”

“I’m talking about Maeve.”

Persephone’s face remained emotionless. “What?”

“This isn’t the first time, you’ve gone off the deep end when it came to Spencer’s love life.”

“When were the other times?” Persephone challenged.

“Uh, Lila, Andie,”

“I could’ve killed Lila for kissing Spencer. I didn’t though.” She pointed her finger at Iz. “Andie, she was a nobody. It wouldn’t have lasted.”

“But you killed Maeve.” Iz stated, rather than asking.

“She was different, and on a technicality, I didn’t.” Persephone got up, pushing her glass to the bartender. “She already had a crazy stalker, I just pushed some things along.”

“Bullshit.” Iz stood up motioning the bartender to get the patrons out of the bar. Persephone was too busy trying to calm her anger before it got out of control. She knew that what happened to Maeve was not ideal, but how was she supposed to predict the future?

“Excuse me?” Iz knew this was a warning. She knew she should have backed down, but she probably had a death wish because she pushed the subject.

“Do you wanna know what I think?”

“Iz,” Persephone took in a deep breath. “I want you to choose your next words very carefully.”

“I think you found out about Maeve and you orchestrated the entire thing to get rid of her, so your precious, baby, Spencer would fall right back into your arms. Because let’s face it, you refuse to believe that he no longer loves you and that maybe, you aren’t all that you think you are!”

Flashback - Spencer’s Apartment, 2013

Persephone had known about someone new in Spencer’s life as soon as the first few letters had gone out. She let it go at first not thinking it was a big deal, but when she started noticing Spencer making frequent trips to phone booths, she got suspicious. She started following him, listening in on the conversations realizing that he was falling for her. She was upset, and had looked her up, easily finding her name and her parents. After a while, she got an address and ‘convinced’ Maeve to meet up with Spencer in person. She knew her stalker wouldn’t be far behind and after that meeting, she knew they weren’t going to last anyway. She hadn’t expected that the crazy bitch would kill her though.

She was in Chicago handling some business when she got a voicemail from Spencer.

“Persephone, you answer your phone, right now. If I find out you had anything to do with Maeve, I will hunt you down.” She furrowed her eyebrows. Maeve hadn’t cut ties off with Spencer yet? Maeve knew after they met face to face, she was supposed to break things off. She called back leaving a voicemail of her own.

“Spencer if this is your way of asking me to come home, you have a weird way of showing it. I’m in Chicago right now, but if you want me home, you’re going to have to say the words.” Persephone was slightly offended that Spencer had even thought she knew Maeve (even if she did know). It wasn’t until later in the evening that she got a call from him just whispering her name, she booked the next flight to D.C.

Spencer’s apartment was a mess. He hadn’t showered in days, he couldn’t remember the last time he fed, and he definitely did not remember calling her.

But there she stood. Outside his apartment.

“Spence?” She spoke hesitantly. The door remained open, an invisible barrier between them. She didn’t dare move.

“Kore,” Spencer breathed the words out before collapsing on the floor. He had no energy to remain upright. Persephone moved quickly, closing the door, placing Spencer’s head in her lap as he sobbed into her stomach while she leaned against the door.

They rested there until the next day when she heard movement outside. She listened in learning it was his co-workers checking in. The doorbell rang, but they both ignored it. Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Knock twice if you're conscious.”

She looked down at the boy sleeping in her lap. She knocked twice for him, wanting to make sure they didn’t just barge in. Hearing them leave, she shook Spencer, waking him up, half dragging him to the couch.

She wanted to scream at him. Why call her, angry and then call her for comfort, but she couldn’t. Not when he was so clearly distraught.

“Come on, Little Bug.” She moved the hair out of his face, forcing him to look at her. “Where do you keep your blood? When was the last time you fed?”

Spencer shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Persephone closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She would not let her anger get the best of her. Maybe later, but not now.

“Tell me about her?” Spencer looked confused, thinking she was tricking her. “I mean it. I’m going to listen, you tell me about her.”

So Spencer did. He talked for a few hours about all the interactions they had and what had happened to her. Persephone watched the small light come back in his eyes when he talked and she could feel her heart crack just waiting to break.

“You fell in love with her.” Persephone’s voice was barely above a whisper. Spencer nodded softly, looking over at Persephone. Throughout his talking, she had gotten further away from him and she was on the other end of the couch, her knees pulled up, protecting herself from pain.

“Not as much I love you though.” He leaned over, brushing a hair out of her face. Persephone closed her eyes, wanting to believe his words. Spencer knew she didn’t believe him, but he didn’t know what to say or do. His mind was loopy, lack of blood getting the best of him. His phone dinged with a new voicemail. He picked it up, listening to it. He looked over at Persephone, but she was gone, as if she was never there.

Present Day

Persephone lost it. She grabbed the cup in her hands, throwing it at Iz who dodged it. Persephone attacked her, pulling Iz’s head back before punching her in the gut. Iz bent over letting out a grunt. Persephone did not hold back, throwing punch and after punch and kick after kick. She had over 500 years on Iz and was the stronger, more experienced one.

“Maeve was innocent. The only thing she was guilty of was falling in love. I can’t fault her for that. Yes, I wanted her out of the picture, but she didn’t deserve to die. I can blame Spencer for being an adulterous whore, though.” She went to kick Iz, but she caught her leg. She pushed her to the floor.

Iz broke one of the chair legs, knowing the only way to get the upper hand was to injure Persephone. She moved quickly, before Persephone could get her barrings back. She stuck the splintered wood into her abdomen, breaking it off inside her. Persephone groaned in pain, and before Iz could stop her, Persephone stood up, standing in front of her and broke her neck.

“How about you sleep it off?” She spit out some blood from her mouth, pulling out the wooden leg. She could feel pieces of wood still inside her not allowing her to heal properly. She looked over at the bar, the bartender was standing in fear at the fight he just witnessed. She walked over to him, pulling a bottle of whiskey out.

“Come here.” She waved her hand over. The man slowly made his way over.

“Please don’t kill me.” His eyes were wide, his bottom lip shaking slightly.

“I’m not.” She took a swig from the bottle. “Now, when she wakes up, you are going to offer your blood to her. Tell her, Persephone isn’t done with her yet.”

She walked out the door, covering her stomach with her arm, heading to her car. She reclined the seat as far as it would go, before sticking her hand into the open wound, trying to pull out all the splinters. She cursed and groaned, as a few of the smaller pieces lodged further into her body. She knew that if she kept this up, the pieces might make it to her heart and she was not ready to die. She sat up, wiping her hands off with the baby wipes she kept in her car before driving off to the one place that she knew was always stocked with blood.

What she didn’t see, however was the bartender who had instead, left the bar shortly after her, talking on the phone, about her.

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago...

So I wrote this because @lady-olive-oil was insistant on killing people off, lol. Love you Liv!

I also kind of forgot I wrote this so there was more I wanted to write but I forgot those parts.

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You weren't meant to give birth so early. But here you were sitting in a nice relaxing bath, Lily on the bathroom floor drawing more pictures for Viktor while you soaked. If you were honest the contractions had started early in the morning, but they varied between 4hrs and 3 minutes apart. So you had ignored them. But now it was 2 in the afternoon you were pretty sure you were having contractions - the proper ones.

"Lily baby, can you pass mommy here phone please" her little head popped up beside the bath with a big smile. "Are you going to ring daddy? Can I talk to him?" she asked as she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Viktor should have been the one you were going to call but he wasn't.

"I'm going to call Aunt Jenny" you smile kissing her forehead in thanks letting her get back to her drawing. "I'll make Aunt Jenny a picture too" she states, paper rustling about. You pressed the call button next to Jenny's picture (a picture of her and lily at the beach) and waited for her to answer.

"Thank god you called. I'm so tired, I'm literally falling asleep at my desk… What's new?" she sang.

"Code Red" you whispered down the phone.

"Huh?" you can hear the frowns of confusion on Jenny's face. "Oh, Lily, I can go get her from preschool" you could here her moving around more on her end.

"No, Lily's here with me-"

"Hi Aunt Jenny!" Lily called from the floor, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"Oh" Jenny was frowning again.

"The other code red, the new one. The second one" you watched Lily for a reaction but she was absorbed back into her drawing.

"Shit" Jenny shouted.

"Shit, shit, shit! SHIT! Are you sure? It's not those fake ones, those pickle hiccup contraction things" she panicked, you could hear things being knocked around and a draw open and then slam closed.

"You mean Braxton Hicks, and no"

"You're not due for like another 2 months, I'm looking at my calendar. It says on my calender" you could hear her voice go up an octave in panic. You were pretty sure she was also poking the calender too.

Jenny was down as your second birthing partner, after Viktor of course. But since Viktor was away for a fight that was still wasn't due for another 6 weeks, Jenny had happily (and in a drunken state) assured Viktor she'd be your number two should anything happen. But it would be fine because nothing would happen because you still had two months to go.

"I know, I know...Can you maybe come anyway, and maybe it'll be fine by the time you get here"

"Of course, I'm leaving now" she hung up quickly.

"Will Auntie Jenny bring me jellies" Lily asked, pencils poised in her hand.

"Maybe" you laugh, glad she oblivious to what's happening.

By the time Jenny arrived you were out of the bath and sitting in the living room on your yoga ball wondering if you should call Viktor or not.

He'd flown back to the states to fight again, and really concentrate on getting ready as this opponent was almost equal in size to Viktor. You knew if you called him he'd freak out and even fly back (or walk if he had to).

"(Y/n)!!!" Jenny practically screamed, slamming the door closed. You could hear her but not see her. Lily sprinted off to find her Aunt, and reappeared on Jenny's hip.

"Are they for real?" she asked looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I think so, they've just got worse"

"Auntie bought me jellies!" Lily waved the box and then wriggled out of Jenny's arms and ran off. At least she was occupied.

****

“Is it okay to make a call?" you asked in the back of the ambulance. The female paramedic nodded as she carried on writing things down.

Jenny was following in her car with Lily and your hospital bags.

You pressed the call button and held the phone against your ear. There was a series of tial tones, including the international one.

"Hello" it was a quick, short answer.

"Ivan, it's y/n" slight relief washed over you hearing his voice.

"Hello. You want to speak to Viktor?"

"No, no, no, no, no" there were too many no's for Ivan's liking - he felt worried but the fact you weren't crying and he could understand you made him worry a tiny bit less.

Ivan said something in Russian but you couldn't hear, it was muffled, like he had his hand over the mouthpiece. There was the sound of a metal door slamming closed and then silence.

"What's wrong?"

"The baby, its early" there was a long pause from both of you - you both didn't know what to say.

"I'll get Viktor"

"No don't...I mean I know he needs to know, but not right now. You know he'll get on the first plane back, won't think twice about the fight. I can't let him do that." Ivan said nothing but also agreed. But he also wanted to tell his son. Congratulate him, tell everyone in the training room - he had another grandchild.

"I'll let him know it was all my idea not to tell him, just try and act like everything's normal. Please?“

“Are you okay? Are you at the hospital?" the concern in Ivan's voice broke you and you started to cry.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way in an ambulance"

"Are you on your own?" he sound panicked. "Where's Lily?"

"She's following in a car with Jenny" Ivan remembered Jenny from when she came to the beach that day. Ivan was struck by how caring Jenny was with Lily - making sure she ate and drank enough while still having fun.

"She must call me" you nodded even tho Ivan couldn't see you.

"Here" the paramedic handed you a tissue to dry your eyes. "Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay"

***

Olivia May Drago, born 2 months early but otherwise healthy.

Jenny had called Ivan to let him know everything was okay - you were okay, Lily was okay (but probably had new found profession as some sort of Antinal Nurse specialising in premature babies) and that Viktor's new baby girl was okay too. It was only when Jenny came back into the room, an hour later did you realise she had been talking to Ivan for an hour. "He's so funny, Ivan" she said with a smile on her face. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at her as she peered into the neonatal cot to look at Olivia. "Did you just say Ivan's funny?“ you asked, maybe the drugs were making you hear things." Yeah, the jokes he cracks. But otherwise he says he's glad everyone's okay. I said I'll call him tomorrow"

"You should go, it's late" Lily had crashed out on the bed in the room reserved for partners to sleep on.

"No way, do you know how hard it was to get this parental leave. HR officially hate me, so I'm going to use every moment to stare at this beautiful girl" she cooed, picking up Olivia from her cot.

Lily had been born 4 weeks early, so Jenny had fought tooth and nail to have the right to use shared parental leave to help you look after Lily and the baby assuming Olivia would be born early too, despite not actually being a parent to either. She had initially demanded full maternity leave, but had settled for 3 and a half weeks "shared parental" leave. "That's what they get for not having a watertight policy" she'd smugly smiled sipping non alcoholic wine with you when she told you when you met her for lunch just after Viktor left to prepare for the fight.

You were trying not to cry but the harder you did, the quicker your eyes filled up with tears. So when you blinked they came streaming down your face. "Hey, don't you start crying because I'm gonna start crying again" Jenny moved to perch on the edge of your bed still holding Olivia.

"I know you feel bad, but don't. Everything is okay, you're okay, baby's okay. Lily's okay. I'm okay" the last part made you laugh and you brushed the tears away.

"But we need to make sure Viktor's okay, and that means not telling him just yet because we app know what will happen. I'll just keep taking a million photos and videos so he has stuff to watch. Here, hold her" Jenny passed you Olivia and grabbed her phone to take pictures.

"Do I look a mess?" you asked, aware that not only had you given birth 6 hours ago but you had also cried one too many times. "Actually, you look so good. Which makes me slightly hate you" she placed her phone down and then made grabbing hands at Olivia. "My ovaries hurt when I don't hold her" she blushed.

***

You where now sat in the hotel suite that had been reserved for Viktor. Lily was laying on the floor - half on top of the fluffy rug, half off - drawing more pictures for Viktor. You were sure she was on over 100 at this point, but it kept her occupied, you enjoyed listening to her stories behind them and writing them on the back of the picture for Viktor to read later.

She was currently drawing the picture of him winning his current fight - the one that was meant to start in 45 minutes.

You were sat on the overly large sofa breastfeeding Olivia, after having to shout at Buddy Marcella and the entourage he brought for you to leave. He'd brought a nanny with him - just in case you wanted to leave Lily and Olivia to go watch the fight. He was driving you crazy more than usual.

You didn't need help, you just needed space and for not a single soul to mention to Viktor that he had an earlier than expected baby girl he'd never seen. You'd also spoken to Ivan at length who had been extra hard and stubborn on your behalf making sure everything and everyone would be perfect.

***

Just as the fight started Olivia woke up with a cry. You half didn't mind as she'd been asleep for a long time, as if she was waiting for the perfect moment to announce her presence in the world. She was very quiet for a newborn.

You noticed that Viktor seemed to be fighting differently, quicker, even harder, like he just wanted it to be over.

But that wasn't surprising. When Viktor had agreed to the fight, there were a few additional requirements that Buddy had added in. Endorsements and a whole bunch of extra PR stuff, including promo stuff with Adonis Creed.

"Hey!" you called to Buddy. He turned around with that stupid grin on his face. "Just remembered my husband's a person and not just your cash cow" he'd then proceeded to try and butter you up but it didn't work.

***

As the ring filled with people from either team and the official referee to call the match you spotted Buddy climbing into the ring. You held your breath as you watched him whisper something to Viktor. Ivan appeared and pushed Buddy away, but you could see Viktor was getting impatient and just wanted the result said. You watched Ivan place his hands on Viktor's shoulders and he calmed down a little. The referee appeared and the camera angle zoomed back showing Viktor and his opponent standing either side of the referee.

You didn't let your breathe go until the referee held up Viktor's arms and the crowd cheered. Lily jumped up dancing around with her picture in her hand. "Told you daddy won" she wiggled her hips side to side and threw the picture in the air along with her crayons.

***

Now you felt sick. Sheer panic and you tried to organise your thoughts and your words to explain to Viktor that you were sorry for not telling him that Olivia had come early, that you cried after every phone call with him because you wanted to just tell him. But you were glad that you didn't, that there were no distractions.

"Lily, come here please" you call, her silence not always a good thing. She skips from the bedroom, her face covered in melted chocolate. Then she stop rigid, eyes wide. "Daddy!“ she screams, sprinting past you. You turn, this isn't how you wanted him to find out. "Grandpa!“ Lily screeches, almost another octave higher. She doges Viktor and throws herself at Ivan.

Viktor doesn't seem to mind that Lily skipped him. He's staring at you or Olivia, or both of you as you rock Olivia in your arms. She's quiet now, as if nothing happened. He drops his bag and slowly walks closer to you. When he reaches you, he pulls you against him, his lips rest on forehead which makes you cry.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry you had to do this on your own" Viktor tenderly hugs you, careful not to squash Olivia.

You pull away to wipe your face with one hand, surprised at how relaxed Viktor is. "My dad told me. I made him when I saw he had a lot of calls from Jenny, I thought something was wrong" you looked to Ivan, but he was busy cleaning the chocolate from Lily's face.

***

Everything was calmer. Everything was fine. Viktor sat holding Olivia, with Lily on his lap. They talk in hushed tones over a sleeping Olivia. Both falling quiet every so often to stare at the peaceful baby.

Viktor was stunned by how beautiful his second baby girl was. Her tiny nose, her tiny mouth, her ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Lily's mind was slightly blown by Viktor telling her she was once this small, even he was too.

Together they couldn’t stop looking at Olivia. Every now and then Lily gently kissed her sister - telling Viktor all the things she planned to teach her little sister - coloring within the lines, eating jellies that Aunt Jenny brings etc, eating all the chocolate you could find in a hotel suite.

By the time Ivan got back with food for everyone, it was his turn to fuss over his new grandchild. "World's happiest grandfather" Ivan announced taking Olivia from Viktor. He sat down on the couch with Olivia while you pulled out your phone to show Viktor the million photos you'd taken while he was away.

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outlaws-of-anarchy · 4 years

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Home Again (Chapter 1)

Pairings: Juice Ortiz x Reader

Warnings: Premature birth, angst, worry, sad Juice

Words: 1600

7 months & 3 ½ weeks

Weeks and months went by in a slow, agonizing fashion for Juice. The moment he left Y/N and their unborn child; he knew he was making a mistake. He could feel it deep in his gut, but he was trying to be selfless, he was just trying to make sure that his child would have the best chance at growing up without the hassle of having an outlaw as a father.

Yet, the world didn’t work that way and he felt disgusted with himself. How could he go and become like his old man? He had vowed years ago he would never do that, abandon his child, but he had done it, and done so, easily. The kid was lucky he wasn’t around, because he was sure he would screw up its life.

Oil-stained hands began wrenching at a part beneath the hood of Teller-Morrow's newest client’s car. Juice had kept himself busy by constantly working, or stressing himself out with club business, and there was always business to be handled. He had to keep his mind off what he had done or it would eat him up more than it already had.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss Y/N, or that he didn’t have the urge to be a father and to meet his child. But he knew what he had done was the best option, he wanted his son or daughter to have the chances at life that he never had. He wanted better, even if it hurt him and Y/N.

Little did he know, he was already thinking like a father. He had put his child’s life ahead of himself, because in a perfect world, him and Y/N would be married in a quaint house with their son or daughter running around safely. But he didn’t live in a perfect world, he lived in a world of anarchy.

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Lean, muscular legs carried him towards the clubhouse while he idly wiped the remnants of dirt and oil off his hands. Brown eyes caught onto the figures of Tig and Chibs who were speaking in a hushed, secretive manner. As soon as they caught sight of him, they stopped speaking and stepped away from each other slightly. Thick, dark brows drew inwardly in a questionable stance, wondering what the hell they were talking about.

“What’s going on brothers?” Juice asked.

Tig looked hesitant, slyly glancing in the direction of Chibs, almost as awaiting some sort approval.

The looks the two were exchanging didn’t sit well with Juice, in fact it made his stomach churn uncomfortably. A quick, relentless heat crept up his spine, causing his anxiety to spike.

“Go ahead Tigger.” Chibs spoke.

Tig felt as if the spot light was on him, and it probably was for good reason. He had news, news that would interest Juice, hell, it even caught him by surprise.

“We made a quick run up to Tacoma and on our way back we stopped in Modesto. We found Y/N.” Tig said cautiously, almost expecting the young Son to have some sort of melt down.

Juice stood there, blinking, unable to form any coherent sentences. Y/N was in Modesto now? He knew she had moved, but he didn’t think it was so close. He thought for sure she would have moved out of the state after what he had done. Yet, there she was, living in Modesto, still so close to him.

“Is she still pregnant?” Juice asked.

Tig nodded quickly. “Sure is, almost ready to pop. None of us approached her, we left her alone. We didn’t want to trudge up old shit, especially with her being pregnant, but she seems happy, safe too. So, it looks like your plan worked out Juicey.”

A hand clasped over the young Puerto Rican's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Yet, Juice didn’t feel all that reassured, in fact he felt sick. He felt like his heart and had been ripped clean out of his chest. But what Tig said was true, his plan did work out. Y/N was safe, happy, and pregnant and away from him and that’s all he could really ask for.

Yet, why did he feel like he needed to go and see her and beg to be taken back?

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Later that night, the clubhouse was humming with life. Men and women of a wide variety were either high or drunk. The conversation earlier between Tig and Juice had left him confused and yearning for something he was sure he couldn’t have. He had busied himself with one of the familiar sweet-butts, at least then he could block out the image of Y/N’s face.

It was an array of kissing, touching, and pleasing that lasted for a while. If he was being truthful, the thought of his ex and the baby never once popped into his head during that time. He was too enveloped by the woman who knew how to bring his orgasm to a roaring finale.

Yet, when it was all over and done with, he was left in bed once again, alone. The sweet-butts knew their roles and played them well. It was no surprise that once she was done with Juice, she was crawling out of bed and dressing before dipping out of the dorm’s front door.

A white sheet was sprawled over his waist, concealing his nakedness efficiently. His arms were propped beneath his head as he stared blankly at the ceiling. It was at that point that images of Y/N had begun to swarm around in his head, making him home sick not for a place, but for a person he had left behind.

She was the most beautiful person he had ever met, and despite the trials of life, she had remained optimistic. She could easily change the energy in a room with a simple smile. Y/N knew no bounds and always pushed herself to be better each day, something he admired. Unlike her, he didn’t expect much out of himself, the person he was now, was the person he would always be. And maybe that was the problem. He didn’t allow room for growth; he had stunted himself from trauma instead of pushing past it.

But not Y/N, she was imperfectly perfect. She was the love of his life, and he fucked it all up. Which was his typical MO. Messing up things up so badly that they could never be fixed.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The sudden chorus from his cell phone snapped him out of his daze, eyes darting over to the bed side table where he grappled at the phone. He glanced curiously at the caller ID, realizing he didn’t recognize the number that was lit up across the screen.

Nonetheless, he pressed accept and brought the device up to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hi this is Dr. Sora calling from Sutter Health Memorial Medical Health Center in Modesto, is this Mr. Ortiz?” A woman’s voice said from the other end.

Forcing himself into a seated position, Juice would clear his throat before responding. “Yeah, this is he. What’s going on?”

For a brief moment, Juice had thought one of the brother’s had been held up in Modesto, and he wasn’t as concerned.

“Hello Mr. Ortiz, I am Y/F/N & Y/L/N’s OBGYN. Y/N was rushed to the hospital a few hours ago due to complications with her pregnancy. She went into preterm labor and coded twice on the operation table. The baby is healthy but is under strict supervision. However, due to a hemorrhage found within Y/N, and the fact that she has coded more than once, we needed to call you. You are the father correct?” The doctor asked.

Once Y/N was mentioned, Juice felt the rush of adrenaline shoot throughout his veins. He took immediate action and jumped to his feet, quickly scrambling to put on his clothes. Tig had just seen her earlier in the day and now all of a sudden, she was possibly dying at the hospital. When the doctor asked if he was the father, he froze.

“Yeah, I’m the father. How did you get my number?” He asked, beginning to slide on his boots.

“You were listed as her emergency contact and the father of the child in Y/N’s chart. I know this is all very sudden, but you do need to come down to the hospital to claim the child in case of the unknown.” Dr. Sora said calmly.

How the fuck was she being so calm? He felt sick, nauseated to the point that he just wanted to pass out. Running a hand over his tattooed skull, he would explain softly. “We split up, I wasn’t aware that I was in her chart, but yeah. I’ll be right there. Thank you.” He said before hanging up.

Tossing his phone into his back pocket, he would grab his kutte before sliding it on with ease. He stormed out of his dorm, dipping in between the crowds of people, trying to make a bee line for the front of the club house.

“Juicey boy what’s goin on?” Chibs said, but was ignored by the impatient outlaw.

Swinging open the door of the club house, he would shuffle for the tow truck keys in the front of his jeans. Once he got them out, he jogged the remainder of the way to the truck before getting in and starting up the vehicle.

“Don’t you die on me Y/N.” He whispered, pain engulfing what was left of his heart.

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justjessame · 4 years

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 3

Somehow, by some amazing miracle, Billy Butcher and I did not implode and take out the building we used as headquarters during the two months we’d coexisted. Did he still bristle anytime I tried to offer a less extreme tact for one of his plans? Yes. Did he look like he was considering tossing my short ass out the fucking window as often? No.

I was on the phone with the still acting deputy director when he walked into my office’s open door. I hated having to jump up every fucking time someone came to speak to me, so I kept it propped open with a door jam most of the day. He looked like thunder, but I was in the middle of learning another fucking assignment that the higher ups felt fell under my new position’s heading.

“Are you sending the files over digitally or am I going to have to-” she told me that she was sending them via courier and I told her I’d be waiting. I hung up and looked up at the storm that was waiting to be unleashed. “Yes, Mr. Butcher?”

He started to pace and rant, and the jist of it was his irritation that he was running into walls when it came to dealing with one of the administrative shills that we were stuck with for reports or updates to reports. “How am I supposed to plan any fucking thing if Kevin in-” and on he went. I let him vent, waiting the rush of words out, until he finally seemed to hit the end of his stride. “What are you gonna do to fix it?” His eyes locked on mine where he was hovering in front of my desk.

“Me?” Sitting back, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m confused about why you came into my office thundering instead of thundering to Kevin?” His lips quirked into a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. “Is this THE Billy Butcher showing maturity in how he deals with an irritating situation?” My tone coupled with the mock surprise did it. He laughed and it changed his entire bearing.

“Aren’t you the one who told me to calm my tits?” I snorted at the imagery of his uptight tits. “Here I am, calming my-”

“Tits, yes, I got the picture firmly in my head.” I shook my head. “Of course I want you to not fly off the handle and blow up anyone who is causing you frustration, but I assure you, unless you planned to throw Kevin off the roof of the building for his lack of skills, I’m fine with you giving him hell. Just hold back on the urge to light him on actual fire, ok?” I could swear the twinkle in his eyes was back. I’d seen it flash here and there over the course of two months, but it made me grin almost every single time. I say almost, because I tended to get heartburn when it came after me forcing a promise from him to NOT go to extreme measures.

“Toss him off the roof?” He shook his head and the smirk turned to a grin. “Thought you knew me better than that, Doc.” And then he was gone again. Shit. I REALLY hoped I wouldn’t have to write an incident report on Kevin, wait, did we even have a Kevin on staff here?

We didn’t have a Kevin on staff. His name was Joseph, and he was in my doorway not an hour later looking like he’d seen a ghost. Smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring way, I invited him into my office. He looked like a scared mouse, his eyes glancing at my open door.

“You can close it, if that would make you feel more comfortable?” I offered, and he nodded and nudged the door jam out from under the door and let it click shut. “Now, Joseph, what has you in such a flutter?”

He haltingly told me about his run in with Billy Butcher, swallowing often and eyes darting around my office like he expected the man to hop out from behind a bookshelf and throttle him. I sighed as he painted a picture of the man, the myth, the pain in my ass scaring this poor report jockey shitless. Once he was finished, eyes still flickering around the room, Adam’s apple bobbing with every hard swallow, I sat back in my chair.

“Did he put his hands on you?” He shook his head, but looked confused by the question. “I need to know when I reprimand him, you see, if he was physical with you that would have to be addressed, Joseph.” A nod to show he understood. “He verbally threatened you?”

“He said,” a gulp and more eye darting, “that he’d ‘toss my sorry ass off the roof’ if I didn’t make things simpler during his requests, but-”

I had to swallow my laughter. The asshole had used my words against me. Fucker. “But?” I managed to choke out.

“There are procedures that we have to go through, you know that Dr. Taylor.” He was pleading, begging almost for me to understand his hands were tied. And I had a flash that if we didn’t fix the situation, his hands WOULD be tied, and his ass might end up in the ocean.

I sighed again. “I’m well aware of the procedures, Joseph.” Rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck, I considered how to make everyone happy and safe. Or at least happier and not dealing with a chance of ending up fish food. “I suppose that Mr. Butcher can start running his needs and requirements past me, and then I can run them up the flagpole.” Joseph looked relieved and I felt a burning in my chest starting to grow. I was going to end up with a fucking medical condition from all the extra fucking stress and shit I was putting my ass through. Damn it. “Go, Joseph. I’ll let Mr. Butcher know that I’ll be his-” another sigh. “I’ll take care of it.” Dismissed, he started for the door. “Don’t replace the jam, please.” I needed quiet and fuck it if I had to get up and answer the damn knocks for awhile.

I called Billy in for another meeting later that day. I swore I could hear his fucking grin over the phone and nearly growled when he told me he’d see me soon. Fucker. I was up to my elbows in boxes and boxes of files that the couriers had delivered soon after Joseph had left when a knock sounded on my still closed door.

Groaning, I made my way barefoot to the door and opened it. There he stood, the smug bastard, and as I turned to go back to the desk, ignoring the dozen boxes that I’d been sitting with on the floor.

“Cute toes,” he mentioned, and I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t take you for a red polish kind of-”

“Cut the shit, Billy.” I gestured to the empty chairs in front of my desk and he took one. “You’ll be happy, I’m sure, to know that I will be handling ALL of your op requests personally now.” His smile grew and I had to fight picking up a stapler and tossing it at his head. “Thought you weren’t thinking about tossing his ass off the roof,” I raised an eyebrow and he had the fucking nerve to laugh.

“I wasn’t, that was YOUR idea, Doc.” His smile held. “Worked, didn’t it?” Shaking my head I watched as he took in my new additions. “What’s all this?”

Giving a truly forced smile of my own, I let out another sigh. “This,” I offered, standing and walking back to the spot I’d been sitting in when he knocked, “is the rest of my new assignment.” Leaning down, I pulled a file from the first box I came to. “Matthew Alexander Rogers, born May 3, 1998. Given his first dose of Compound V days after his premature birth, after Vought convinced his parents that it would not only aid in his health issues, but make him stronger. Died July 6, 1998 when his heart gave out from the strain of his newfound strength.” I put it carefully back in the box it came from and pulled a file from the box next to it. “Joann Sylvia Constantine. Born September 3, 1978. Codename Angel. Current whereabouts unknown. Powers of flight, strength, and-” I tossed the file back into the box I pulled it from. “Seems that I’ll be dealing with the supes that AREN’T part of the Seven and ones that didn’t survive the dosage.”

“There are at least a-”

“Dozen,” I nodded and moved back to my desk. Ignoring my chair, I perched on the surface closest to Billy. “There are a round dozen boxes, I had to sign for them.” I knew my shoulders were slumped, but it was overwhelming how many babies and children had died from Vought’s bullshit. “They aren’t sorted by any discernible means. Birth, death, names. None of those are used to put them in order. I could have just as easily pulled three files from three different boxes that all told of dying children or babies. They fucking experiemented on babies, Billy, with no proof that the outcome would be successful.” I shook my head and felt the weight of it all.

“And I just added to your fucking load with-” I rolled my eyes. Now he considers my load. “Doc, if I have to, I’ll go back to dealing with Kevin.”

“Joseph.” I corrected him and he looked confused. “His name isn’t Kevin, it’s Joseph.” Hopping off the desk, I went back to my chair. “It’s fine, Billy, I can handle it, I just hate reading those fucking files and seeing people die so Vought could create a new fucking species.”

“Makes you wanna burn the entire fucking operation down, don’t it?” I shook my head. “Come on, Doc, you know the more you read them files, the more likely you’re gonna come down on my side of the fucking debate.” Shit, I knew he was right, but I couldn’t go rogue. Not my fucking job.

“Acting on wants isn’t necessarily the best course of action, Billy.” I pulled a legal pad from one of my drawers and uncapped my pen. “Now, tell me what you were willing to threaten Joseph over so I can work magic to make some of it happen.”

Once I finished the list, handing it to him so he could confirm it, I stood to walk him to the door. Still barefoot, and he took notice. “Your toes are still pretty damn adorable, Doc,” looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. Ew, don’t be a weird foot fetish guy, I thought, but shot it down. What did it matter what William Butcher’s kinks might be? His eyes met mine and for once I didn’t feel irritation, I felt an entirely new twist in my gut and nearly groaned. Nope, not happening, Veronica. Not him. Any fucking one but him. “Gonna have to visit more often to see what else you toss off to get comfy in here.” Shit.

“Just the shoes, Mr. Butcher,” I opened the door and nearly sighed in relief as he started to leave. I could feel the heat from him as he walked past me, but then his hand touched my arm and my eyes shot back to his face.

“You only call me ‘Mr. Butcher’ when you’re trying to knock back your irritation with me, Doc.” his fingers were still on my arm, and I was trying to focus past the feel of it to listen to what he was saying. “It’s Billy, just Billy.” I swallowed and nodded with what I hoped was a smile on my lips.

“Veronica, then,” I offered back. “‘Doc’ reminds me of Bugs Bunny.” He smiled, but his fingers didn’t leave my skin. I felt like his touch was burning me. “I have a lot of work to do,” leave, please, so I can freak out in private.

“So do I, Ronnie.” And then his hand and he was gone. I closed the door behind him, and leaned against it to try to make sense of what the fuck just happened.

No flirting with him, Ronnie, I thought. Then growled when I realized that I just used the nickname he’d given me to address myself and then really growled when I noticed that I was having an entire internal debate with myself. Fuck. I was going to end up committed by the end of this assignment.

#Billy Butcher x ofc #the boys #eventual smut #alternate universe

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obscuritas-est-lux · 4 years

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( emmy rossum, cisfemale, she/her ) ⌇ have you seen Harper Robbins around icaria? they are the 34 year old child of amphitrite. they remind me of ocean waves, southern sweet tea, and burnt homemade cookies. They’ve been on the island for 6 months.

Full Name: Harper Elfrida Robbins Nickname: Harp, Elfie Age: 34 Birthday: April 21 Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Marine Biologist/ Marine Mammal Specialist Powers: Hydrokinetic Aura and ability to communicate with Dolphins and some other sea mammals

Family History:

Thornton Barrow was a southern boy through and through specifically a 10th generation Georgian. His family owned the Wormsloe Mansion that was located in the Isle of Hope. In 1976 most of the land about 750 acres was given over to the Nature Convervatory. The state then opened up Wormsloe Historical Site but the house and some of the land around 50 acres was still maintained by the family. Thornton knew that he was going to inherit his ancestral homestead one day. He was raised in the Isle of Hope. Thornton was fortunate enough to attend boarding schools and had life pretty much given to him on a silver platter. He had everything he had ever wanted in life. While his father was in charge of Wormsloe Mansion he was able to live his life how he saw fit of course with some conditions.

Thornton went to the University of Georgia just like his father did. He spent most of this time partying and screwing around. Underneath his playboy appearance there was a smart southern gentleman. He just never decided to show himself unless there was some need of course. Or if his parents were around. Thornton had just turned 20 he decided he was going to use one of his family’s boat and sail from Georgia down to Florida. He was going to meet his friends while they were all on vacation. While he was on his way to Florida his boat was capsized in a major storm. He couldn’t remember much from the storm but he remembered seeing a woman pulling him to shore. Just like in the movie that would become the Little Mermaid. Thornton woke up on the sand but instead of like in the movie where the woman Thornton speak this woman gave him a piece of his mind. She yelled and carried on about all the things he had dumped into the ocean and how stupid he was for going out during hurricane season. He didn’t really pay much attention to what she was saying because he was too focused on how beautiful she was.

Needless to say Thornton had decided to make it his one and only goal to win that woman over. Little did he know what the cost of his efforts was going to be. The woman who called herself Doris was not actually a typical woman at all. Thornton spent the summer with Doris instead of continuing his journey to meet his friends. He was surprised every day that she came back to see him. As their affection grew for each other so did their relationship. He had fallen in love with the woman and wanted to bring her home. The fact that her boat was never found and she seemed to come out of nowhere never crossed his mind. At the end of the summer it was time for Thornton to head back to Athens and college. He begged Doris to come with him. She said she couldn’t. But she wanted him to meet her back at the beach where they washed ashore after he graduated. He agreed and went back. Thornton never forgot about her. He spent that entire year only thinking about her. He graduated in May of 1986. As soon as he could he traveled down to the small beach where he had said goodbye to the woman he loved. With a ring in his pocket he rushed over to her. Thornton was met with a surprise. When Doris turned around she was holding an infant.

Doris explained to him that she was actually Amphitrite and was already married to the God of the Sea. She handed over their child to him and begged him to take care of her and love their child the way he had loved her. Thornton agreed but was deeply saddened when Amphitrite informed him that she could not be with him. She did say if he came to this spot on the day of the crash, July 7th he may be able to see her. Thornton took his child back home to the Isle of Hope. His parents had just moved into the Wormsloe Mansion; he asked that they take care of his child while he got his life together. The Barrows agreed wanting to keep everything under wraps. They did not want the world to know that their son Thornton Barrow had an illegitimate child.

At his parents push Thornton married his childhood friend and family acquaintance Anna Raines. Her family had lived in Savannah while she was a small child and moved to England. Anna and her family lived in London until her Grandfather became sick in 1986. The family came back to help her Grandparents. While being home again Anna ran into Thornton who as a child she had a major crush on. Whenever she came over from England to visit her grandparents Anna liked to make a trip over to Wormsloe where she would hopefully see him. This time instead of finding Thornton she found his parents with a three month old child. She was of course confused but instantly fell in love with the girl.

Seeing how much Anna loved the baby The Barrows convinced the Raines that Anna and Thornton should be married. Thornton was still heart broken over the mother of his child and agreed to whatever his parents asked of him. Two weeks later Anna and Thornton were married on the grounds of Wormsloe Mansion. Anna adopted the baby girl and she was named Harper. Anna and Thornton moved to Savannah where they could raise their child without speculation. Around a year after their marriage Anna gave birth to Palmer Thornton Barrow. the true heir of the family.

History:

Harper grew up much like her father. She went to boarding school, had tutors, had to take etiquette classes. Everything in her life was about how people saw you. She had to be seen in the right clothes, with the right people and of course doing the upstanding thing. Even though she was older than her brother he always received more attention. He was the heir of Wormsloe Mansion after all. Because of this Harper grew to have a bit of a rebellious side. She would constantly push the limit to see how far and how much her parents would let her get away with.

When it was time for her to go to college she was expected to go to the University of Georgia just like her father and his father. Harper had other plans. Since she grew up visiting the Isle of Hope and other beach areas Harper felt at home with the water. When she was little they would have to pull her kicking and screaming away. She wasn’t sure when she decided she wanted to be a marine biologist. After visiting a bunch of schools in Georgia and South Carolina, Harper landed on Emory University in Atlanta. At first she fought with her father on the issue. He wanted her to have the best education and be able to have all the extras he got to have as a student. Harper wanted to go some place where people had no idea who she was. She wanted to be able to say her last name and not have someone ask about her father or grandfather like they had been best friends with them. Finally her father agreed.

Harper headed off to college with bright eyes and an open heart. It wasn’t long into her Freshman year that she had slid into the party life just like her father before her. One night she went to a Fraternity party that was hosted by Morehouse College. It was at this party where she met Malik. Harper was more like her father than she would have admitted. Just like him she fell head over heals for a man she just met. He was charming and sweet. He also happened to be the most handsome man she’d ever met. The two quickly started spending more and more time together. They started to date. Harper never mentioned her family in detail. It wasn’t until a family day her senior year, 3 years after they had started dating that her family ever met Malik. It didn’t go very well.

Harper graduated ready to start the next section of her life. Malik was working on his passion and always encouraged her to do the same. Right after she had graduated Harper applied to Graduate school in Charleston. On their anniversary Malik asked Harper to marry him, without her family’s blessing and she did. They had a small church wedding with his family and their college friends. Harper thought her parents were not going to show up since they had told her when she announced her engagement they did not approve. It was a shock to everyone that Thornton and Anna Barrow attended the wedding and Thornton walked Harper down the aisle. Everything seemed great. Harper was working on her Master’s degree and Malik was working towards his goals. They were happy.

When Harper was 24 she had just finished Grad school and was searching for jobs. She landed a job on a research boat. Harper had been obsessed with marine mammals for as long as she could remember. There was nothing more that she wanted to do then be on the water and researching. So with her husband’s support Harper took the job and started to travel. Her job kept her away from home for months at a time. Their once perfect and happy marriage started to fall apart. Living so far from each other was becoming difficult. Harper didn’t want to give up her dream. She decided to offer Malik a divorce. They two wanted different things. Of course that was until the day Harper found out she was pregnant. Harper quit her job as a researcher and started to work at the local aquarium instead.

Things were getting back to normal. She was happy again. She didn’t resent having to quit her dream job. She simply got a new dream. She spent her pregnancy happy and excited. When she went into labor she couldn’t have been more enamored to finally have her babies in her arms. While giving birth there were complications. They were premature and not ready. The twins were sent to the NICU. Harper and Malik were distraught but there was nothing they could do. A week after her babies were born her baby girl did not make it. Her lungs were so under developed. There were many reasons given. Their son, survived but was born deaf. Harper tried her best to be a good mother. She wanted to love her son. She really did but there were sometimes where she couldn’t even look at him. Harper spent the first few months separating herself from everyone.

Malik came home one day to Harper sitting in the living room with the baby crying in the bassinet beside her. She looked like she had been in a daze. That was the moment that he convinced her that she needed help. While in therapy Harper discovered that she was suffering from post partum depression. She spent the next few years getting herself together. She tried to be in Malik and their son’s life the best that she could but whenever she came around her son it would trigger another depressive episode. Finally Harper checked herself into a facility where she could turn her full attention at herself. By this point most of the life and respect that had once been strong between Malik and Harper was now gone. After she came home from the center she filed for divorce.

Ever since the two have been co-parenting their son the best way that they can. Harper is doing much better and even has 50/50 custody of her son. It took a lot of effort and time but she is finally able to love and enjoy being with her son. Everyone has their bad days but she is finally in a good place mentally. She doesn’t regret her choice. She knew she had to do what she did in order to get better so she could be a better mom for her son. While she was visiting her parents her father asked her to go with him somewhere. She left her son with her mother while she traveled to a beach with her father. He knew that she loved the beach.

There was a woman standing on the sand. Who looked no older than her and sort of looked like her. Harper was very confused. Her whole life she had always believed Anna was her mother. Thornton explained to Harper who the woman was and how they met. Harper met her mother for the first time that day. It was also that day that her mother suggested she move her family to an island in Greece. Harper wasn’t about to up and move her family just because some woman who may be her mother said so. She said she’d think about it and then they left.

A few months later the meeting with her “mother” turned into a memory. Harper was offered a lead Dolphin researcher and trainer position at an aquarium in Icaria, Greece. This somehow turned into an opportunity that she couldn’t turn down. The aquarium there had been apart of dolphin sanctuaries research. Harper talked to Malik and told him she was taking the job and begged him to move with her. Strangely enough he agreed. Harper moved to the island 6 months ago with her ex-husband and their son. Things were starting to look up again. She was feeling good and she was turning into a not so bad mother after all.

#harper intro #trigger warning #trigger warning: mental health #trigger warning: death of newborn

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the-everlasting-dream · 6 years

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50 Wordless Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ - Drake x MC (1/5)

Summary: How Drake and Elizabeth communicate their love at various stages of their relationship.

A/N: Now that the Captain of the Dralizabeth ship is officially back, I’m ashamed to say I haven’t had time to write a full length fic but please accept a compilation of little fluffy drabbles in the lead up to Valentines Day. Separated into 10s so you don’t get over whelmed.

1.Holding their hands when they are shaking.

They’re standing off to the side, waiting in the wings for the announcer to introduce him when Elizabeth notices his hands are shaking and reaches out to clasp them in her smaller ones, feeling them tremble as she holds them. This is his first big speech as a Duke and though Drake’s gone through numerous drafts, run through it hundreds of times, Elizabeth knows that he’s scared of messing it up. He wants to do this right for her, for them, for the people they will be leading together. She’s tried her best to prepare him, to help him but in the end this is something he’s gonna have to do alone.

‘Hey.’ Her voice is soft and he glances down to meet her eyes, revealing just how nervous he is for this.

‘You’ve got this. I know you do.’

Drake doesn’t say anything, just leans down to rest his forehead against hers and they stay like that for a long moment until his name rings out. When his eyes open, Elizabeth can see he looks a lot calmer, much more at ease as his hands firmly grasp hers back.

‘Liz..’ Her name coming from his mouth speaks volumes and she nods in encouragement, returning his silent meaning. Drake gives her a small smile over his shoulder and steps up to the podium.

2.Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Its been a rough few months for the Walker family. Their second child, Avery, was born premature with cleft lip and palate which has made everything from breathing to feeding difficult for both her parents especially with a four year old to take care of. They know its not Avery's fault - how could it be?- but waiting until she’s 5 months to perform the surgery is becoming unbearable. Drake and Elizabeth go many nights on barely three hours of sleep, too worried to rest when their tiny daughter could be choking on her own saliva.

One night Elizabeth wakes on pure instinct, suspicious since she hasn’t heard Avery cry and opens her eyes to find Drake’s side of the bed empty. Alarm arcs through her as she tears down the hallway to the nursery, if anything’s happened, she knows she’d never forgive herself.

This is soon replaced with relief as her eyes land on her husband, settled into the nursing chair in the room with their daughter lying on his chest, two of the three people that make up her whole world both sound asleep. This is the first time Avery’s slept almost the whole night and Elizabeth is not surprised that it happens when she's in her daddy’s arms. Drake’s fatherly touch seems to have a very calming effect, so far its worked on both their daughters.

Not wanting to disturb the scene, she grabs a blanket from the cupboard in the hallway and gently drapes it over the pair of them, resisting the urge to plant a soft kiss on both their heads.

That can wait; for now they all need their rest.

3.Traveling long distances just to see them.

‘Remember we gotta be quiet okay squirt?’ Drake glances down at the tiny form of his three year old. daughter grasping his hand.

‘Okay daddy,’ Darcy replies, a cheeky smile spanning across her little mouth, unable to stop herself from bouncing down the hall in her excitement.

He can’t help but chuckle for a second at the sight before scanning the hallway. They’re in Hungary to surprise Elizabeth on one of her business trips. For her first time away from her mum for so long, Darcy was doing extremely well but by the time day five rolled around, Drake realised both of them were missing her too much. On pure instinct he’d called up Liam, asking to borrow his jet and less than an hour later, they were at her hotel ready to surprise her.

‘Shhh Darce,’ he warns again when they come up to Elizabeth’s room, hoisting Darcy into his arms as she clasps both hands over her mouth, though an adorable giggle escapes through.

He knocks, once, twice. ‘Room service.’

They can hear her coming up to the door, obviously confused as she pulls it open. ‘Sorry I didn’t order-‘

‘Mummy!’ Darcy practically leaping from her father’s arms without warning.

Elizabeth’s face lights up in surprise and joy as she catches her daughter. ‘Baby girl what are you doing here? Drake? What is this?’

‘Surprise,’ he chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. ‘We missed you too much.’

His wife grins back at him as she leads him further into the room to gesture at an almost packed suitcase open on the bed. ‘I missed you guys too. I was just about to come home.’

Darcy wraps her pudgy arms around both their heads, pulling them all in close. ‘We’re back together Mummy.’

Elizabeth shares a smile with her husband as they encircle their arms around each other. ‘We are baby girl. We are.’

4.Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

‘Bye, love you.’

Elizabeth clicks off the call, chewing her bottom lip as she thinks about how weary her husband just sounded on the phone. The duke life is hard on Drake, so different from what he’s used to and yet he pushes through, seeing their people reap the benefits is a thing he can’t deny. But he’s just a man and it gets to him, more often than he’d like to admit. She helps where she can but she can’t do everything. The least she can do however, is make is more bearable. And today that involves some grocery shopping.

When Drake comes home twenty minutes later, she’s got a picnic basket holding their dinner all ready for a romantic trail ride through their estate. He kisses her, eyes telling her how much he needed this and after a quick wardrobe adjustment, they’re in the stables saddling up a horse to ride double down the worn old trail.

Elizabeth’s never been comfortable on horses so to have her husbands strong chest against her back is more reassuring than ever. They ride together in comfortable silence until they reach the spot they’ve marked out to be their own. Its worth the extra trip to the shops when she sees Drake’s eyes widen after pulling out the ingredients to his favourite dessert: graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate and he wordlessly pulls her into a hug before taking on the very important task of assembling s’mores for both of them.

5.Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Still fiddling with his cuffs, Drake makes his way over to their bed where his wife lays fast asleep. After a late night meeting and an even later night romp, Elizabeth Walker is practically dead to the word, hair strewn haphazardly across her pillow, a little drop of drool remaining on the corner of her open mouth. The bed sinks a little as he sits down next to her, affectionately wiping the tiny drop away before leaning down until his lips find her cheek and he presses a gentle kiss there. She hums lightly at the contact and he marvels at how effortlessly beautiful she is even in sleep. That is, until she rolls over and emits a loud snore very uncharacteristic of the Duchess of Atlantea. The sound makes him chuckle a little and he leaves, knowing he’s going to call an hour later to wake her up and make sure she’s not late for her day.

6.Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

‘Do you think she said yes?’ Elizabeth asks, practically vibrating with excitement as she waited in the parlour with the rest of her friends.

‘I don’t see why not,’ Drake replies, taking a sip of his whiskey. ‘Honestly its Liam I’m worried about. Is he really about to commit to spending the rest of his life with Olivia?’

His wife elbows him in the ribs about to chastise him when the doors open and their friends walk in side by side. There is a moment of anticipation that stretches out until Liam raises her hand to reveal a huge glittering ring resting on her finger.

‘She said yes!’

The whole room erupts into cheers as hugs and congratulations are exchanged. Olivia struggles to contain a smile as she’s embraced by her friends, unable to take her eyes off Liam as Drake pulls him into a hug. A loud pop goes off in the background as Maxwell beheads a bottle of champagne in the background and drinks are passed around. After they’ve recounted the story of the proposal at least eight times, someone switches on the old record player in the corner of the room and Etta James’ At Last starts to play. Liam offers his hand to his new fiancee and the two gently glide together.

Elizabeth is watching the scene in complete happiness for her friends when Drake’s strong arms encircle her waist from behind, tucking his head into the crook of her neck as they watch the pair share a tender kiss. She’s happy that Liam’s finally found the love he deserves and she couldn’t be more grateful to have her own husband right there with her.

‘Took him long enough,’ Drake murmurs into her ear, tugging her closer.

’Like we can talk,’ she whispers back, still smiling at the memory of their own love story.

‘I wouldn’t have changed a thing.’

’Not even the part where we almost died numerous times?’

His chuckles delightfully ripple across her neck. ‘Okay maybe I would have changed that. But now I believe my wife owes me a dance.’

Elizabeth turns to grin up at him. ‘For you my love, anything.’

7.Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

‘Muuuuum!’ Cameron’s voice follows the sound of the front door slamming. ‘Muuuum where are you?’

Elizabeth hurries downstairs as her twelve year old son continues to yell for her, surprised that they’re back so soon from the father-son soccer match at the palace. ‘What’s wrong Cam? Why are you back so ear-Oh!’

Drake glances up sheepishly at where she’s paused on the staircase, one of his arms is resting heavily on his son’s shoulders, favouring his right leg where his ankle is red and swollen.

‘Its not as bad as it looks.’

‘Yeah sure,’ she replies sarcastically, rushing down to take sling his other arm over her shoulder. ‘Do I want to know what happened?’

’S'nothing just a little trip. I’ll be fine tomorrow.’

Elizabeth turns to her son. ‘Cameron?’

‘He was jostling Uncle Liam for the ball and they both wouldn’t give up and slipped in the mud. Aunt Liv was furious.’

‘I bet she was.’ Elizabeth rolls her eyes. ‘Go shower Cam. I’ll handle this.’

‘I’m fine,’ Drake begins to protest but is silenced with one look from his wife as she settles him to the nearest chair and reappears with an ice pack. She presses it to the swollen ankle as he hisses at the cold.

'I guess this would be the part where you say 'I told you so'?' he ventures.

'Correct,' she replies before sighing. 'What am I supposed to do with you Drake?'

'Kiss it better?'

She rolls her eyes at him and snorts. 'If you think I'm going to put my face anywhere near that stinky foot of yours you've got another thing coming.'

But Elizabeth does end up kissing it better. Only after she's helped him shower and change, before bed when she's wrapping his foot in a bandage where underneath a spectacular bruise is forming. Drake is almost asleep when he feels the soft touch through the material and gives her a soft smile.

'All better.'

8.Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

‘Now do you see why Mummy got mad Darce?’

‘Yes Daddy.’

Drake watches his ten year old daughter hang her head in shame as the pair of them cruise the aisles of the grocery store. Darcy had the bad habit of leaving her soccer boots in the hallway after she cam back from practice and despite Elizabeth’s countless reminders to put them away, the shoes continued to remain strewn on the floors, mud and dirt around them.

Today however Elizabeth had reached her final straw when she’d almost tripped over them while carrying a sick two year old Cameron and Darcy had gotten a well deserved yelling. His wife took on more of a disciplinary role in their family after they’d both decided that despite being future dukes and duchesses, their children should still learn to clean up after themselves, this was a non-negotiary thing. Tired and stressed from court and with the added element of caring for a sick child, Elizabeth had probably ripped a bit too hard into their daughter and realising the situation was about to go south, Drake had stepped in and whisked his eldest out of the house to get dinner. On the way there, he took the time to explain the consequences of her actions and now that she walks silently next to him, he can’t bear to see her so sorrowful, knowing she was still beating herself up inside about it.

Breezing by the freezer section, something catches his eye. ‘Say Darce, you know what would make Mummy really happy?’

‘What?’

He points over to the racks. ‘A tub of her favourite ice cream.’

Later after dinner, the look on Elizabeth’s face says it all when Darcy apologetically presents her with a big tub of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food and all is forgiven as they all tuck into it together.

9.Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

In her study, Elizabeth is in deep concentration, examining a stack of policies until a plate of slice oranges slides into her view. For the smallest second, she frowns in confusion before looking up to see her husband smiling softly at her. Eyes sliding to the clock, she opens her mouth to apologise, she’d promised to be up an hour ago but Drake makes a dismissive gesture.

‘I’ll be up in ten, I promise,’ she’s serious this time.

‘Take your time, you’re doing important work.’

‘It miiiight be twenty then,’ she ventures, sheepish look on her face after glancing up at him to make sure he’s okay with it.

He leans down to press a kiss to her head that she can’t help but smile at. The moment he shuts the door, she sets herself a timer and this time Elizabeth keeps her promise.

10.Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

'That's that I guess,' Drake pronounces to his wife as he shuts the front door and they both look down the long corridor that extends to the empty house.

With Cameron off to college in the States, Darcy living her dream as a professional soccer player and Avery out there discovering herself (provided she sends daily updates to her parents), Mr and Mrs Walker suddenly find themselves with a lot more time on their hands than they used to.

Having decided to have dinner under the stars, Drake turns to watch his wife carefully place the final touches on their meal spread out over the picnic blanket, admiring the way her tanned skin glows under the light of the sunset. Time has coloured silver in her long dark hair, evidence of successfully raising three children which she vainly tries to hide with the occasional visit to the hairdresser but he loves her all the more with every day that has passed.

Feeling his eyes on her, Elizabeth glances up and the pair share an affectionate gaze.

We did good.

Her hand comes up to caress his cheek, the love they’d shared for the last three decades culminating in the gesture and he leans into her touch. No words are needed as they tuck into the meal together, saying more in the silence than they ever could out loud.

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#drake x mc #drake walker #drake x elizabeth #The Royal Romance #trr #choices #playchoices #choices fandom #choices fanfiction #dralizabeth

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orcinus-ocean · 6 years

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Pit Bulls Unleashed: My dissection (part 1)

So, I said I was going to tear this documentary apart, and now I’ve finally got the time to do it. I quit watching after less than 15 minutes the first time because I thought “I need to make a review and write it as I watch”. So here you go.

(After a while I realized I would have to split it into several parts, because it’s already getting too long and no one would read any longer than this.)

Disclaimer about sensitivity: This film deals with the very real tragedy of a child being violently killed, and the trauma the babysitter suffered. I in no way wish to be disrespectful to this. I am not a parent myself, I have no idea what it’s like to lose a child, let alone in such a brutal way, and I have never been present for a brutal attack or death. That however, does not mean people in shock and grief know what they are talking about, and if I hear them saying false, misleading or ridiculous things, I will correct it, but that is all in the interest of getting to honesty and truth, not dancing on a poor child’s grave or their grief. So I don’t need comments telling me how insensitive I am.

The film opens with a real emergency call of a woman screaming about two pit bulls attacking a child, cuts to footage with blood in the snow, then cuts to the same woman saying to the camera that she would "never have imagined in a million years that my dog - my PET - would attack me, and kill a child".

It cuts to the child's father graphically describing the sight of his son after the attack, with a picture of the toddler before it happened.

Overall, with the choice of clips and music, I get a very “modern sensationalist drama-docu feel”, similar to Blackfish and Fatal Attractions.

The first scene depicts about 30 dogs (a dozen of which being "pit bull type dogs") from a shelter in California being welcomed in Calgary. The organizer of this move explains they are taking in dogs on “death row”, that no one has so far shown interest in adopting, and if they didn’t take them, the dogs would be dead. (Then the narrator says these airlifts are done by an “animal rights group” - I think he’s a bit confused about what that term means.)

It cuts to a promotion video showing the pit bull as a perfect family pet, as well as celebrities owning and promoting pit bulls, including Cesar Millan explaining how he raised his kids around pit bulls, and that he hasn’t had a negative story with them.

It then cuts back to the woman in the intro, Susan, saying she used to watch Dog Whisperer before getting "the puppies", and that the show and number of celebrities getting pit bulls was important in convincing her that the dogs were safe.

This is warning sign number #1 to me. They thought the breed must be fine, because "X celebrity has them". I've watched most Dog Whisperer episodes, and in every single one it says "don't try this at home", but I also know how much the average Joe doesn't understand at all what's going on in the show, and so they think they can deal with a dog and be more likely to end up being Mr Millan 2, than one of the horrible cases he deals with (and typically, the cases he works with did watch his show, they just didn’t get the message at all or misinterpreted it horribly).

I may be reading too much into it, but it feels like she’s blaming Cesar for her failure. Meanwhile, he has a vast pack of dogs, maybe half of them pit bulls, often with bad stories, and they never attack each other or a human. He said the breed is fine, he never said every single person can own them. He even lists them among what he calls the “powerful breeds” frequently.

It then cuts to big warning sign #2 for me, as the narrators say how Susan and her boyfriend “adopted two puppies” crossed between pit bull and staffordshire terrier. I couldn’t believe it when I first watched and I hope it’s taken out of context, because it shows puppies maybe 3, 4 weeks old in her arms, and being fed milk in a bowl.

Again, I hope this is out of context and it doesn’t mean that a person with perhaps no dog experience took in these young puppies without a mother, but what’s certain is they took two littermates (or puppies the same age), and raised them together.

That is a horrible idea, as everyone with dog experience knows. You never buy two puppies at once, because you can’t influence them as well as if you had them one-on-one, or only with older dogs. And if she really did take them at barely a month old, that is another huge alarm bell going off.

An animal taken prematurely from its mother will not be as mentally sound as if it had a mother. A human can never do the job as well as a mother of their own species. Let alone a human that perhaps never owned dogs before.

I’m already not surprised it went the way it did. And of course she’ll blame the dogs.

She goes on about how the dogs were trained, socialized with other dogs, how friends’ kids would come over, and that the dogs were loved. I don’t doubt this at all. But this is the common error people make - they think that in order for a dog to attack, they must be abused. So in her mind (perhaps), if the dogs weren’t abused, and they did attack, it must be the breed’s fault.

This is entirely false. All it takes is an owner who misunderstands and disrespects the animal’s nature, and with her ignorance displayed so far, that’s pretty obvious to me.

She sounds exasperated at the fact that the dogs were cuddling with her in her bed “that morning”, and it again cuts to the image of the toddler boy, Dax.

The narrator explains how, on the morning of March 6th, 2013, Susan was babysitting Dax as she had many times before, and it cuts to his dad, Jeff, describing his boy. The narrator then explains how that morning, Susan let the dogs out while holding Dax, and that within seconds, the dogs went “from pets to predators”.

"They just kept coming at us, and Dax... they pulled him out of my arms, and...“

I wasn’t there, no one but her was there, to my knowledge there is no footage of the event, but what I can guess at is that the two dogs - brought up together as puppies by an inexperienced owner, perhaps allowed to jump and lick and play very “rambuctiously”, because she thought they were “perfectly safe” (no dog is “perfectly safe”, unless it’s a 15 year old Chihuahua with no teeth), were running around, playing, engaging in normal predator-play fight behavior between each other.

Then they went over to Susan and Dax, and started jumping on her in a “playful” manner, and she held Dax back (again, this is all speculation), something people almost always do when holding a child and dogs interfere.

What happens then is as you move the child (same if you’re holding an object, like food), it becomes a target. As it moves away, the dogs want to follow, and have it more. Then the two of them would have been jumping on her, still in predator-play/fight mode, and it switched very quickly from play to reality, to adult predator mode.

I said it the other day in the other post, I’ll say it again, because people need to get it - dogs are not rational.

DOGS. ARE. NOT. FURRY. HUMANS.

In 2012, a case happened in Sweden that could have led to a death, but didn’t. Two Alaskan malamutes were out running in the forest, far away from their (irresponsible) owner. The dogs came upon a few women riding horses, and so chased the horses (prey animal). The horses bolted, and eventually, one of the riders jumped off as she could not control her horse, and the dogs proceeded to savage her.

She survived, but both dogs were killed. The owner faced no charges. Of course. It’s what always often happens. I was enormously frustrated at this, becuase most likely, there was nothing wrong with the dogs. Nothing at all.

They were just predators (malamutes have this stronger than many other breeds, and they are very large and powerful, but all dogs have it to some extent) running together in the forest (pack behavior, egging each other on to a state neither dog could have been on their own), they found large prey animals, they chased the prey animals, all these hormones would be coursing through their systems, preparing them for “the kill”, and then a human fell to the ground.

At that point, all rationality, all the years they’ve spent being loved by humans and perhaps never showing aggression even once, go out the window. The human is now just a piece of meat on the ground, a prey that has fallen. The dogs might have been completely normal, they just ended up in the wrong situation, because of a stupid, reckless owner, who went unpunished and could then go and just buy another two large, powerful dogs and set them loose in the forest and the same thing would happen again.

(Also in Sweden at the time, debates emerged about “Is the Alaskan malamute a dangerous breed?” Because apparently, there are “dangerous breeds”, and there are “safe breeds“, but that’s for later.)

Fredrik Steen, Sweden’s #1 “dog expert” said the following (translated by me): “We [in Sweden] romanticize dogs way too much. We forget that we’re dealing with predators, we don’t understand that basically all dogs are fully capable of doing this.”

Back to the film.

It cuts back to the original emergency call, with Susan screaming hysterically and crying for an ambulance.

Jeff explains how he was notified that Dax had been "bitten" and was taken to the hospital, and he thought "it's a dog bite, I was bitten by dogs before, how bad could it be?"

He describes that as he arrived at the hospital, he saw Dax being given CPR, and how his face was “just gone, from here - down, was just mangled”, and “there was blood everywhere”. The doctors could not save him.

I am making my own records from the list of “fatal dog attacks in the United States” on Wikipedia, and by March 6th, 2013, I find this, with more details of the attack than in the film:

When babysitter, baby in her arms she went out into her backyard let her two 45 lb. , they became "nippy", jumping up at the pair, so she batted them off. The dogs then attacked, and bit & scratched her, shredding her clothing and knocking her down, causing the boy to hit the ground, whereupon the dogs attacked him. The babysitter tried unsuccessfully to stop the attack, and redirect the dogs' attack onto her.

So I was right in my speculation that the dogs started by jumping and switched from previous play behavior to predatory behavior.

A neighbor heard screams but did nothing as he thought it was kids having a snowfight. She got the child away from the dogs and called 911 but left the baby unattended & totally naked on a cold hardwood floor. The boy was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and by helicopter from the hospital to a medical center later that day, where he was pronounced dead of dog attack. Before the attack, the veterinarian center where they had been spayed, neutered, and otherwise cared for had not seen them as dangerous, but one was described as "standoffish" while at the facility. The owner said she had got the three-year-old dogs as puppies and that they had never shown signs of aggression. After the attack, the dogs were euthanized and tested negative for rabies, and the authorities decided not to press charges against the babysitter.

They decided it was not her fault at all, while I often see these cases (again, in the list of cases in America) ending up charging the owners for “criminally negligent manslaughter” or similar things.

She went off completely free, despite it being her dogs, her responsibility, and she put the child in this situation. Maybe the dogs needed to be killed, I don’t know, but I think it’s a disgusting tendency (also seen in said list), where dogs are killed immediately, with no evaluation, but the owner goes free without any charges.

And as for what the film does, this is a very common tactic. A film brings up a highly emotional, devastating anecdote, and tries to use it as their #1 argument. And the thing is that it works, because humans are emotional beings. We’re not as irrational as dogs, but we’re still mainly guided by emotion.

If the film instead had said “in the years 2000-2015, X number of children were killed by pit bulls”, it wouldn’t at all have had the same effect as this one case did, showing it in such detail, talking about the boy’s personality and showing his pictures and footage. Documentaries on pit bull and “dangerous dogs” almost always do this.

While of course the long list of cases where labs and huskies (or other “non-controversial” breeds) kill children, are completely irrelevant. If they had made a documentary about “killer labs”, and brought up one of these cases in the same way, it probably wouldn’t have had the same effect, because the cultural narrative is that “pit bull = baby eating devil dog”.

The film explains the same thing, how Susan was found “not to be at fault”, and Jeff goes on to say how she didn’t do anything wrong, because “she didn’t abuse ‘em, the dogs were in good health”. This again. I’m finding it very difficult to be respectful right now, because grief doesn’t excuse you saying ridiculous, damaging things on TV.

I’ll repeat myself: You do not need to abuse, starve, beat or train a dog to fight in order for it to attack someone. Doesn’t matter if it’s a pit bull or another breed. All it takes is an owner disrespecting the predatory nature of dogs and being the type of person who would say “I would never in a million years have imagined this!”

If you say that, you are the problem, not the dog. However, pit bulls are large, powerful terriers with a very intact killing instinct towards other animals, and it makes it even more important that they aren’t placed with these idiot owners who think dogs are just living teddy bears/furbabies.

“They were good-natured dogs until the day they weren’t” Jeff says - spoken as a true ignorant person who doesn’t understand animal behavior.

Susan then says "Who wants to admit for even a second that their family pet could kill one of their family members?"

I do. No hesitation.

^ See this guy? This is my dog. Eight and a half year old Mallorcan bulldog, distant cousin to other bulldogs and mastiffs. People who see him would think he’s a pit x rottie mix. He’s bigger than a retriever, and a very serious guard dog. I raised him from a puppy, my first own puppy.

I trained bite inhibition with him from the start. He never bit a human in aggression, in fact after about 10-12 months of age, he never bit me even in play, unless I simply got in the way when he was chewing a stick or something. My mistake, not his. He knows not to ever bite people.

I trust him with my life, as a highly loyal guard dog, who loves us and takes his job very seriously. Does that mean I think he’s a “human”, my “furbaby” and that he could never act irrationally, or out of character? Absolutely not.

When he was living with my man and his family for a while, my sister-in-law had a baby. I told my man to not let Wikus (the dog) in the room with the baby for any reason. I don’t mean “unsupervised”, I mean at all.

He was six years old then, never showed aggression to a child in his life, in fact he lets neighborhood kids hug and pet him, under my strict supervision, and has been around my sister’s young kids, just calmly ignoring them. I trust him with me. I didn’t trust the people he was with, including my dear man, to read him right and be able to predict the situation. Wikus was fine with kids, but he had never seen a baby before, and I wasn’t there to judge the situation. (Also, Wikus was not himself while living there and started attacking cats, after years of being completely fine with cats when with me.)

I’m not going to be so stupid as to think “he’s a nice dog!” and leave it at that. Or feel a need to “prove” how “sweet” he is and let him nuzzle the baby.

So what do I do, briefly, do make sure my dog doesn’t hurt anyone?

It sounds nebulous and abstract, but I “respect him as a dog”. I realize he’s a 70 pound case of muscles and teeth, and could do terrible damage in the right (wrong) circumstances. I realize he has strong protective instincts of the pack and territory, and though he has never shown predatory behavior, he still has the wild dog or wolf inside, buried very deep down.

I obedience- and recall-train. I only have him loose when other people and dogs aren’t around.

If I thought he was dangerous, as a dog that might actually go after another animal or person (and you need to know this about your dog), I wouldn’t have him loose in an unfenced area at all. (This might sound confusing. If I thought he had a 1% chance of attacking someone, I wouldn’t have him off leash. I don’t think there’s a 0.1% chance even, but it still exists in all dogs. Not all dogs are equally dangerous, but the risk is never exactly zero.)

I made sure to socialize him with kids as a puppy, but in later years I’ve sometimes said no to kids asking to pet him, because while I can account for my dog, I can’t account for their behavior, and kids often don’t listen.

I do play tug-o-war with him, especially when he was younger, but it was always strictly structured and I needed him to have an “off-button”. As soon as I say stop, he stops, as soon as I tell him to let go (of the rope or stick), he lets go. If he has an object he wants (anything), he drops it when I ask him to.

Structure the walk. People let their dogs leave the house when over-excited, and that’s the mindset that sets up the rest of the walk.

Build a working relationship with the dog, beyond “he’s my baby and I luv him and he’s so sweet and would never hurt a living soul”, because you don’t know that.

Susan continues; “Who wants to for a single second think that that's possible? Think that that could be a reality? I know I certainly didn't. I never would have imagined in a million years before this that my dog, my pet, would attack me, and kill a child.”

I hate to say it, but she is exactly what is wrong with this breed. People who are this ignorant, this naive, and this careless. And then either they or other people go on to blame the breed.

Years ago on a dog forum, I saw someone say, and this may seem ridiculous to some, but I like it: “Better to think you have a lion on the leash and act accordingly, than to think you have a lamb.”

That is exactly what a lot of dog owners think, perhaps especially pit bull owners. They need to prove to the world that their dog is actually a lamb, and when this woman failed, she blamed the breed, she blamed people like Cesar Millan for speaking highly of the breed, she blamed everyone but herself, because it couldn’t possibly be her mistake!

I often hear the same from people campaigning against exotic pets. They’re a failed owner, and so the animal must be banned. “If I couldn’t do it, and I’m so awesome, then obviously everyone must be at least as crap as I was!” Extremely arrogant and naive.

Listen, mistakes happen. Sometimes tragic, fatal mistakes. I don’t want hate on her, I don’t want her thrown in jail, but I want her and others like her to take some responsibility. Because if they refuse to admit their own mistake, they are doomed to repeat it.

You can never make sure something like this attack never happens again, you can’t insure the world against mistakes and human error, but you can take actions to prevent a lot of them. And the first part of that is educating yourself.

Don’t be like these people.

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