#and couple hours later there i am in the ER hooked up to a heart monitor showing that little buddy fucking racing like it's competing

[doggytail-duck]

Who knew going to sleep would be difficult after you spend half the day in the ER?

[hermannsthumb]

Lo and behold, HERMANN is the one with a long list of hunky ex-boyfriends (and it drives Newt a little nuts)

a req sent in by @k-sci-janitor and filled TIMELY ENOUGH on their BIRTHDAYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🎉 s/out to them for discussing this fic concept w me months ago and also today 👀

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It’s a relief to find out Hermann is gay. It’s not even because of Newt’s weird, repressed feelings for the guy—though he admits it’s equally a relief to know that he’s not barking up the wrong tree entirely. The thing is that Newt’s really not sure what he would do if Hermann wasn’t. Hermann has the distinct honor (displeasure?) of being Newt’s only friend in the Shatterdome, after all; this means aside from usual friendship duties (sitting with Newt at lunch, listening to him complain about his day, allowing himself to be dragged along to bars and movie theaters when they finally have a second to breathe), he’s also the person Newt goes to with tales of his romantic conquests (not that he has any), requests for dating advice (not that Hermann has any), and reassurances that whoever Newt has his eyes on that week is hot enough for him (could they ever be?). It’s just, like, easier to do that kinda shit with someone who would also be (hypothetically) eyeing up and dating dudes, if Hermann ever managed to take the stick out his ass and relax long enough to do stuff like that.

Hell, Newt would be first in line if he ever did. As it is, he just has to settle on knocking knees with Hermann under the mess tables and—for lack of a better phrase—checking the latest batch of ranger hopefuls out. Newt doesn’t normally go for the tall, built, and athletic type, but Shatterdome transfers are usually the only way he can score a date, because all the seasoned personnel know to avoid the weirdo biologist in the basement by this point. There’s a war on; desperate times call for desperate measures. Newt hopes at least a handful of them are desperate.

“He’s kinda hot, don’t you think?” Newt says under his breath to Hermann. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at one of the new ranger trainees in line for soup behind them. He has dark hair and a nice smile, and—more importantly—Newt’s sure he’s been making eyes at their table for the better part of five minutes. He’s one of the latest batch that has only just arrived two weeks prior, and the smallest batch by far. Not many people are enlisting in the PPDC these days. Bad for the state of the world and Newt’s libido.

“Hm?” Hermann says.

“The guy behind us,” Newt says. “No, don’t be obvious about it—”

But Hermann turns, conspicuously, so (deciding it can’t get any more awkward than it already is) Newt sighs and turns with him. The dark-haired ranger notices: his smile hitches up an extra centimeter, and he winks.

At once Newt feels his ego swell. He winks back. “Still got it, dude,” he crows to Hermann, and is just rising from his chair to swoop into action when he realizes something; the ranger was not making eye contact with Newt. He was—and is—making eye contact with Hermann.

Hermann scoffs. “Oh, please,” he mutters to Newt. “If he thinks that’ll get him invited over again—”

But the ranger is abandoning his spot in line and jogging towards them, smoothing down his hair as he goes. He’s brimming with a palpable mixture of excitement and anxiety. “Hey, Dr. Gottlieb,” he says. “So, uh, last week was pretty fun?” It’s an invitation for approval, one which Hermann ignores in favor of jerking his shoulders noncommittally. The ranger presses on anyway. “It’s cool to see you. Haha. I, uh, just wanted to make sure you have my email, in case you want to get together again.”

“I have it,” Hermann says.

An awkward tension settles between them. Newt clears his throat in hopes of diffusing it, and the ranger’s eyes dart over to him. “I’m Newt,” Newt says. “Hermann and I work together.”

“Cool,” the ranger says. Disinterested. “Anyway, Dr. Gottlieb, I’m free whenever, so?”

“Yes, I’ll certainly email you,” Hermann says. He picks up his dinner roll and begins to spread butter over it, not bothering to look up when he adds “Lovely to see you again.”

The guy nods, and hurries back over to his friends, who begin debating something with him in hushed voices. Twice the group glances back at Hermann. Hermann’s—uh—friend seems to be blushing. Hermann begins to butter the other half of his dinner roll. “What the hell was that about?” Newt says.

Hermann sets down his roll and furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“That,” Newt says. “Who was that guy?”

“Oh,” Hermann says. “Him.” He rolls his eyes, and to Newt’s alarm goes pink in the cheeks. “We had a, ah, a date, I suppose you could call it, last week. He turned out to be a bit rude, actually, not the very, er, courteous sort. Attentive. Or at least not as courteous as I like. You know.”

“I don’t,” Newt says.

“You know,” Hermann repeats, with more force on the know. His pink blush spreads down his neck. “In the—coupling—sense.”

“You hooked up with him?” Newt says, too loud. A few heads swivel in their direction, including Hermann’s quote-unquote date and his friends; Hermann whacks Newt in the shin with his cane, clearly mortified.

“Keep your voice down! I don’t want the whole bloody Shatterdome to know, do I?” Hermann hisses. “Yes, I had sex with him. I do occasionally take time to enjoy myself.”

Newt stares at Hermann in amazement. Hermann hooks up? Hermann hooks up with hunky guys? Hermann hooks up with hunky guys and then ghosts them? “I didn’t know,” Newt says. “That you…did that.” Months and months of talking about his shitty love life to Hermann and Hermann has never once bothered to volunteer information of his own. Newt always just assumed Hermann had put his emotional (and physical) needs on hold for the sake of the war. Apparently not.

“You never asked,” Hermann says. “Is it important?”

Yes, it is. Newt shakes his head. The rest of their dinner is quiet and without any further interruptions. It’s also without their usual bickering, though, which makes it feel oddly lonely, and when Newt gets back to his bunk that night, he can’t help but wonder what else he hasn’t discovered about Hermann yet. Or, really—what about Hermann’s love life he hasn’t discovered yet.

A bouquet of flowers arrives for Hermann at the lab a week later. Newt is the one to take the delivery, Hermann being too absorbed in his calculations and boring graphs, and also because Newt is harboring a secret hope they’re for himself from a secret admirer. No such luck. To Dr. Gottlieb, the heart-shaped label proclaims in pink cursive, and a few sentences of the sappiest attempt at poetry Newt’s ever seen follows. Love, Pedro. Newt smirks through a suffocating wave of jealousy, whether to be the one giving or getting the flowers he’s not sure. “Hey, Hermann,” he calls across the lab. “Your boyfriend getting persistent. Want me to stick these in water for you?”

Hermann grumbles something, then says “Boyfriend?”

“From the mess the other night,” Newt says. “The uncourteous one.” Newt double-checks the note. “Pedro. His heart is yearning for you, Hermann. Listen to this—”

But Hermann scoffs loudly before Newt can even start on the poem. “Don’t be daft,” he says. “That wasn’t Pedro. That was Jason.” He scribbles over something on his chalkboard and starts again on the line below it. “And Pedro is hardly my boyfriend—it was only dinner.”

“Dinner?” Newt squeaks.

“And drinks,” Hermann says.

“You’re seeing another guy?” Newt says.

Hermann finally turns around. “Does it matter if I am?” he says.

“Yes,” Newt says. “No? I don’t know?”

“I’m a grown man, Newton,” Hermann says. “I date. You ought to try it yourself—it does wonders for the nerves.” When Newt is clearly still unsatisfied, Hermann sighs. “I met Pedro on an errand to LOCCENT last month, and I found him charming. You’d recognize him—you actually, er, caught us in a bit of a compromising position the other night. Remember?”

Newt frowns. He hasn’t caught Hermann with anyway in any compromising situations recently—the only thing he can think of that could be considered remotely embarrassing is when he stepped out into the hallway the same time Hermann’s physical therapist did, and they ended up bumping into each other. But that was—oh, God, Newt’s an idiot.  “That was him?” Newt says. He just assumed anyone stopping by Hermann’s room after work hours would be there for physical therapy, okay? And there had been a lot of…noise. Well, he’s not going to think about that now. “But he was so hot! Do you only date, like, hunks or something?”

“Really, Newton,” Hermann says. “You’re making yourself upset over nothing.” The corner of his mouth twitches up. “Though one of my old ex-boyfriends did become an underwear model…”

“Dude,” Newt says, and before he can help himself, blurts out “Shit, maybe I should start going to the gym.”

Hermann gives him a strange, searching look, and Newt immediately clamps his mouth shut in horror. He’s really gotta start working on his brain-to-mouth filter. Or at least work on not sticking his fucking foot in it every five minutes. “As I said,” Hermann says, cryptically, and turns away (apparently satisfied with whatever he saw in Newt), “you’re making yourself upset over nothing. I hardly find the need to limit myself to ‘hunks’.”

“Uh,” Newt says. “Right.”

Whatever that means.

[riahlynn101]

“When I’m Gone.”

Chapter 11

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It’s past midnight when the doctor can finally see him. A nurse follows close behind, with a cart of supplies. They make quick, careful work of disinfecting his wounds. Twenty-two stitches, ten band-aids, a blood test, and a tetanus shot later. He’s able to ask about Gregory.

“That kid I brought in...is he okay?” Samuel asks, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

Somewhere in the ward, a patient screams in agony. The doctor nor the nurse seem to react to this beyond sighing deeply. “I should probably check on that. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mister Emily.” With that, the doctor leaves through the curtains.

“He’ll be alright,” the nurse says, writing something down on her clipboard. “But I have to ask, what is your relation to him?”

“Uh...he’s a kid I’m babysitting.”

“Huh,” the nurse says, clicking her pen, “is that what fathers are calling it nowadays?” She shakes her head, muttering under her breath.

“No…no I am actually babysitting him. My friend…is out of...town. She needed me to watch him for a few days.”

What isn’t she getting? Surely not everyone that waltzes into the ER with a kid in tow is a parent.

She sends him a sideways look. Upon seeing his annoyed and confused expression, her eyes soften, seemingly taking pity on him.

“You don’t know? I’ll have a doctor come talk to you in a little while. In the meantime, I can show you to Gregory’s room.”

X-x-x

“...And here we are,” the nurse announces, opening the door to the room. “He was given a sedative to help him sleep through the night. Nothing major. Uh…um...visitor hours did end a couple hours ago, but seeing as how you have no way of getting home, we can bend the rules just this once.”

“Thank you…nurse…?”

“Nurse Aelia.” She laughs.

“Thank you, Nurse Aelia. For everything. But I have to ask, what did you mean earlier by ‘you don’t know’?”

The smile leaves her face. She looks down at the ground. “It’s a legal thing. A doctor will be in shortly to discuss it with you. Don’t worry though, it’s not life or death. Just hang tight. I think the TV works, and the Wi-Fi password is in one of the drawers.” She pauses, taking a shaky breath. “Uh...I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell them I said anything. They can be quite strict at times.”

“Of course,” he says, smiling to reassure her.

“Thank you. Have a goodnight.”

The door shuts behind her, the noise echoing through the room. He leans his back against it, exhaling.

What a day’s it’s been. He glances down at his shoes, still wet, but at least he was given clean clothes to change into. He toes his shoes off, placing them under a chair off to the side.

Samuel makes his way to the chair next to Gregory’s bedside. The chair creaks as he sits down, but he’s too exhausted to think anything of it. Tentatively, he takes Gregory’s tiny hands, into his large ones. They’re still soft and chubby, Samuel thinks, distressed. Like a baby’s, because, at the end of the day, no matter how much the kid annoyed the hell out of him, that’s what Gregory is. A little kid.

A little kid who gave him a run for his money, knocked him to the ground, broke his cellphone, and dragged him back into the beast that is Faz entertainment all in a matter of minutes. But a kid, nonetheless.

He has an oxygen mask on. It makes a soft puffing soft with each inhale and a small click with every exhale. An oximeter is clipped to his index finger, and he’s hooked up to a heart rate monitor. Two Iv drips are placed on a pole next to the bed, slowly leading up to Gregory’s iv in his arm and hand.

Samuel rubs a thumb over Gregory’s knuckles. He hopes the action is comforting, it’s something his mother used to do for him when he was sick or hurting.

“It’ll be okay, kiddo. I promise.”

“You made it out. Congrats!” A familiar, girlish voice shouts.

Samuel jumps, leaning towards Gregory, as if to shield him from the intruder. When nothing else happens, and no doctors, nurses, or security guards burst through the door, he relaxes. Returning to his seat, he turns his head in the direction of the voice.

“Huh, no one’s there,” he mutters to himself. Slightly disturbed, he chooses to blame the long day he just had.

“Well, no one except me.” He snaps his head towards the voice.

There, sitting next to Gregory on the bed, is the girl from earlier. She lifts her hand and gives a finger wave, smiling brightly.

Samuel jumps up from the chair, his mouth open. The girl from the woods...and he just heard her voice over there. He looks at the space by the window and back at the girl, then back at the window, then to the door.

“Don’t freak out and I’ll explain myself.”

“I’m not freaking out,” he shoots back, defensively.

“Not yet you aren’t, but I have a feeling you may want to sit down for this,” she says, motioning to the chair.

“Fine.” He sits down, crossing his arms. Let it be known to the court that Samuel is only hearing out - what is probably a hallucination - because she helped him escape and find Gregory.

“Where do I begin?” She hums, brown eyes looking up to the ceiling. She taps her pointer finger to her chin. “Well, I guess to start, my name’s Cassidy, with a C not a K. I’ve always hated when people get that mixed up.”

“Cassidy...Cassidy...why is that name so familiar?”

“Probably because your dad’s business partner killed me.”

Any hope that this a hallucination dissipates. He remembers watching the news as a small child and seeing the name Cassidy pop up. But his mother had quickly turned it off, saying the news wasn’t for kids.

He doesn’t remember what Cassidy looks like.

Which means, one of two things.

One, there’s a slim possibility he’s still pinned underneath his steering wheel and is slowly bleeding to death.

Or two, this is Cassidy. The little girl who was wronged all those years ago, just like his sister.

“Remembering, eh? You know, I remember you. You used to wear this multi-colored chunky, wool sweater all the time. Even in the summer. Which would have been fine if your hair was managed, but it was all…” Cassidy moves her hands, exaggerating how large and crazy his hair was back then.

“It was not! Besides, I was three or four around that time. It’s not my fault my dad liked to dress me up in knitted sweaters.”

“Maybe not, but it was hilarious to see. And,” her smile drops, face turning serious, “I remember your sister.”

He grimaces.

“I spent years trapped alongside her, working with her. You want to know the first thing she said to me, upon realizing I was coming back here?”

Samuel shakes his head.

“She said, ‘tell my stupid, dumbass little brother, I never blamed him for that day. Tell him I love him so very much and tell him that he better take care of my nephew, otherwise I’ll pulverize him the next time we meet’,” Cassidy recites.

Tears sprang to his eyes. Years and years of feeling like a murderer, because he decided to be a jerk. Years and years of not being able to tell anyone what he had done, because - in his mind - would make him an accomplice. Or, at the very least, complicit in his sister’s death. He wipes his eyes.

“I miss her,” he says, and it feels good to finally say out loud after so long. Cassidy nods, listening.

It’s then that it hits him. He stares at Cassidy, brows furrowed.

“Nephew!?”

[wizkiddx]

Need your person part 2

again really angsty but a kind of happy ending ... i hope aha

“What the hells happening?” 

The atmosphere got 20 times more tense just by the presence of Harry’s voice and since Y/n was hooked up to all these monitors they all started racing and beeping more angrily. As if evidence that right now, he was not an aiding presence. Nadia took this as her prompt to reply. 

“Everythings okay Harry just leave it” The frizzy haired boy ,however, just rolled his eyes and almost pushed passed Nadia working towards the outdoor sofa. The sight of his… his still current girlfriend resting heavily and limply on the furnitiure; looking pale crumpled and exhausted hurt Harry. Sort of choosing to forget everything that had just happened he looked at her in desperation. 

“Y/n whats happening? Are you okay?” Y/n gulped shallowly, choosing to keep her eyes fixed on Emma rather than look at Harry.

“I’m fine just…. just leave me alone right now please.”

“No no you’ve got a bloody ambulance for god sake!” He was exasperated, he didn’t mean to take that tone. 

“Sir can you just give us a minute to finish treating h-“ The second paramedic, Y/n couldn’t quite remember his name but thought it began with an R. Riley…. or Reece? Maybe Reece? She once new a boy called Reece…he was…he was….

“No I’m her boyfriend she needs me!” He exclaimed over another of the machines which was beeping more and more angrily. 

“Sir I’m asking you politely. You are making her worse. If you don’t give us some space I will have to request support of the police.” Emma voice was hard, scary and threatening. Her hard stare matched that completely, stunning the whole group in silence. Harrison shifted a little and pulled his arms round Y/n more, as if trying to protect her from tis situation, while her head fell heavily onto his chest.

Harry stood completely still, mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something, before immediately shutting it. Tom, who had been watching the scene unfold from a safe distance took this as his prompt to intervene. 

“She’s in good hands” and for the second time today he led his indignant brother inside. 

Meanwhile Emma immediately turned back to Y/n and shook her shoulder quite firmly. 

“Y/n are you still with us…Y/n come on” She really hadn’t been kidding or exaggerating when she said Harry was making Y/n worse. Her eyes had slipped close again as she started to fall limp in Harrisons arms once again. 

“Come on Y/n… gotta stay awake for us okay?” Harrison joined in squeezing Y/n’s waist and shaking her until she groaned and heavy eyelids blinked up again. 

“Is it happening again?” A stressed Nadia asked, as Emma ripped open another glucose strip and forced it into Y/n’s mouth. Y/n was once again too disorientated to understand anything and started mumbling incoherent nonsense.

“Yes… We won’t move her inside till we get her glucose levels up to 7.” 

They stayed there for about half an hour, Y/n once again clear and lucid - especially in her desire to sleep, which was vetoed by the paramedics because they needed to be sure she wasn’t unconscious till her blood levels were back to normal. Harrison and Nadia both stayed beside her, both also acutely aware of two brothers watching from Haz’s bedroom window because it had the best view of what was happening - Harry chewing his nails and looking very not happy. 

“Did you know about this?” Harrison quietly asked Nadia while Emma was quizzing Y/n more about her condition. Nadia nodded and looked sadly at Haz.

“Some guy brought her home all hysterical… turns out was her uni friend and doctor because she’d just been told about er this… not her ‘the other man’ that Harrys so convinced she’s shagging.”

“Shit. Those are the pictures?” Haz barely mouthed but Nadia got the message loud and clear. It was a complete and total fuck up a situation. She just nodded and mouthed back.

“Yeh… shit” 

It was at that point though, the paramedics were happy enough that they could move her up to bed and finally Y/n would be allowed to rest. Thats all she really wanted, to escape the nightmare that she undoubtedly would be facing her sooner rather than later. Nadia made them set her up in her and Tom’s shared room - someone needed to keep an eye on Y/n for the next 12 hours or so and right now Harry and his room wasn’t an option. After final checks and plenty of thanks, as well as Nadia being given a long set of instructions on what to watch out for, the paramedics left the house. Y/n was almost instantly asleep, curled up on Tom’s side of the bed with Nadia and Haz sat at the foot of the bed just incase (and maybe a bit scared to leave her alone). 

“Someones gotta tell Harry you know?” Harrison’s gravely whisper cut through the silence, making Nadia’s big doe eyes look up at him. 

“It’s not our place to tell. She has to be the one otherwise it isn’t fair.”

“But he’ll be killing himself with worry-“

“This was his fault! I could see clear as day when I got back Y/n wasn’t well! And he just continued to scream at her! He says its bloody her that ruined their relationship when he was the one that didn’t notice she was so ill we had to get an ambulance. Right now he doesn’t deserve shit Haz.” It was like a switch went off, Nadia still whispered, but an angry whisper-shout that delivered her words with a sour kick. They’d been so focused on being worried about Y/n, Nadia didn’t even realise how angry she was at Harry till… well till she said that. Silence fell across the room, both just listening to Y/n’s deep breathing until Harrison spoke up again. 

“You were really good you know?”

“I didn’t have a clue what to do.”

“You looked after her though… and she’s okay now.”

“Yeh… I guess” Nadia finally met his eyes with a small smile, only then noticing how red and watery Harrisons eyes were. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve-  much more of a Tom and Harry thing, a Holland trait - but Harrison was soft underneath it all. 

“Is-is she going to die?” He croaked, desperately searching Nadia for an answer. 

“I I dont really know…. she said the doctors are hopeful that-that if it shrinks enough with the chemo then they can remove it but otherwise…” the unspoken words, although never really said, hung oh so heavily in the air. Haz knew what she was alluding to and it made him feel sick. He wasn’t about to cry in front of Nadia, who seemed to be dealing with this impressively well, but it didn’t stop it stinging like a bitch. 

“Are you okay?” Was all he could ask. Haz had known Nadia much longer than Tom, though they hadn’t ever been close till she started dating his best mate. But just that, the familiarity of time meant the two easily got along and understood each other. It’s why Nadia felt comfortable enough to answer. 

“Not sure really…. to her face, course I am it’s her with the problem. But then, I love her and hurts to see your best mate like that and-and when it was a secret I just… I felt like I was gonna explode.”

“I get that, you were in a ridiculously hard position.” Haz smiled and was about to continue when a crisp and clear knock reverberated round the whole room, making both of them shoot up to standing. 

The door opened to reveal a very rough looking Harry; his hair was more frizzed up than usual and his eyes were blood shot. He looked almost desperate, as both Haz and Nadia hurried to stand in his way, protecting the sleeping Y/n. 

“Can I please just speak to her?”

“She’s asleep” Nadia replied coldly, staring Harry down.

“Well can I see her? Just want to check she’s okay, I’m worried.”

“She is fine no thanks to you. Just leave her alone.” 

“Nadia come on you are being ridicu-“

“No I’m fucking not.” Nadia started, before pushing Harry outside and closing the door, leaving Haz on the other side with Y/n - to keep her from being disturbed. “You being so self absorbed thinking she was cheating on you meant you didn’t notice she was going un-fucking-concious! I mean have some fucking respect for a girl that loves you so ridiculous much she never ever wants to hurt you- even if it’s fucking breaking her in silence! So no. Fuck you Harry, I’m looking after her because I actually do care about her.” 

For the second time that day Harry was stunned into silence by a woman telling him off. 

“Just- just…. please what’s going on?” He croaked, eyes watering once again. Because really now, Harry was just worried. So worried about the girl he loved. No matter what he thought had happened, Harry undoubtedly did love her.  The way he spoke made Nadia even loose the majority of her rage at him. He looked beyond desperate. 

“I am sorry but I can’t tell you. She’ll talk tomorrow just let her rest. Please.” Harry nodded in resigned defeat, slowly walking down the hallway toward the stairs. Leaving Nadia to stand there squeezing her eyes shut, floods of tears threatening to fall. She didn’t want to be so mean and make an enemy of Harry. The whole situation was just so fucked and it was no ones fault. She was worried and exhausted and heartbroken for her close friend. She was about to open up to Haz and let her emotions shine through to him, but then they were interrupted. 

But almost instantly two strong arms wrapped round her delicate shoulders, pulling her into his firm chest, instantly smelling his slightly-vanilla aftershave. All it took was to feel him pressing a soft kiss on the top of her head for the brunette to break, tears flowing and sobbing on Tom’s light blue hoodie. 

“You’re alright darling… take as long as you need.”

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It was a couple of hours later when Y/n grew restless and woke up, immediately confused by the smell of the bed sheets she was tucked under. It didn’t smell as safe and familiar as normal and made her quickly blink awake, pushing herself into a seated position and rubbing her  eyes. It was definitely night still, the room plunged into almost darkness lit only by the street lights. It took a while to orientate herself in the unfamiliar room, taking 10 seconds or so to place this as Tom’s room. Which was already very weird. But then the days events flashed before her eyes as some sort of horror movie. And sure enough when Y/n looked to her left, she could now make out the unmistakable silhouette of Nadia, hair splayed across the pillow as she faced the opposite wall. 

Y/n could only guess what the day had done to her, but at least it was no longer was a secret. The fact she had sworn Nadia to secrecy had never sat well with Y/n, it was an impossible situation to put her friend in, knowing she couldn’t rely on her normal support system of Tom. But that night Y/n completely had lost control, it had never been her intention for Nadia to find out at all either. She had just been so so broken so when Jay bumped into her in the hospital in floods of tears she just needed some friendly support. And he had seen that, taken her for a coffee and talked to her about it. About the prognosis, the chemo and the effect. The effect that cancer had. He had tried to make her feel better - but truly in that moment what she had needed most of all was truth. So Jay had given it to her… and it was sad. The truth was how much it hurt those around the patient too. How the families had to pick up the slack, be the support network and then ultimately organise the funeral.

Jay was lovely and she trusted him like she had for years and years. It ended up all getting a bit too much, she lost control once again, this time in the cafe. Yet Jay put her in his car, drove her back to the Holland house, knocked on the door to be sure someone could look after her. While all the boys were away filming in various areas of the world who was home? Lovely, beautiful, pure Nadia. So yes Nadia had found out, but it was really purposeful at all.

Carefully and quietly Y/n wormed her way out from the bed and tiptoed to the door, pulling the handle down with a gentle click. The hallway was well lit, someone clearly forgetting to turn the light off and making Y/n’s face scrunch up from the light. Still she slid out and closed the door to Tom and Nadia’s room behind her. 

Because the truth was simple… there was only one person she wanted to be with tonight. The conversation would be hard - bloody near impossible- but Y/n needed her safety. She needed home. She needed Harry.

With a timid knock on the door she waited outside chewing on her lip. Probably (and in fact accurately) she looked like shit. But she didn’t care because all she wanted was to bury herself in his arms. No one replied to her knock though, so too blinded by need, she just cracked the door open and peered inside. It was actually unsurprising the sight that greeted her, Tom had been kicked out of his own bed for Y/n, so he’d ended up bunking with his brother for the night. His brother, who was far from asleep, having been sitting up mindlessly scrolling through his phone until the door was cracked open. His bedside lamp was on, making the surprise on his face clear as day.

“Umm… hi” She murmured shyly, suddenly not able to meet his eyes

“Hi” He breathed back, throwing the covers off his leg and immediately pacing toward the door.

“Can we talk, please?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? SHouldn’t you be asleep and-“

“I need you H.” The brokenness of her voice, made Harry’s heart gilt in his chest. 

“Oh-okay, I just… sorry Tom’s ended up in here, we-we could go down-“ Harry started nervously, while Y/n bit her nail and shook her head.

“No Nads… he should be with Nads tonight.” Harry just nodded, while Y/n stepped in and stood against the wall. Harry woke Tom who looked up at him with a confused and slightly annoyed face, until Harry gestured toward Y/n. Immediately then it was all fine, Tom muttering something about leaving them in peace before he shuffled out the room. 

When Tom left a chill fell over the room, an uncomfortable silence filling the air, Y/n still standing in the corner. 

“You, er, you wanna sit?” Harry pointed to the far corner of the bed, as far from him as possible, and Y/n followed his request. 

“I owe you an explanation.” She just sort of blurted out as Harry nodded along, not going to completely back down.

“You do”

“Okay well, first I’m sorry.” 

“I need to hear it all first before I can accept it… but just for the record I’m sorry too - about today I mean.” She just nodded, still chewing on her bottom lip. 

“So Jay… Jay’s a uni mate. I lived with him first year, he did medicine and I did chem so we had a lot in common. I hadn’t seen him for at least a year till I bumped into him last month.” At that Harry sucked in a harsh breathe, already feeling rage building. 

“While I was away with Tom?” His voice was scathing, Y/n had to do her best not to cower at the tone. 

“Yeh, yeh it was just me and Nads in the house… I bumped into him at his work when I- when I was really upset. I’d had some bad  news and he was a friendly face. He took me out for coffee, they are the photos you’ve seen, then he brought me back here.” Gulping, Harry looked away, feeling a knife being twisted into his chest. “ I wasn’t really in any state so he explained everything to Nads for me.”

“So did you fuck him or not?”

“Can you please just hear me out? ….You know before you left, I’d been having those weird stomach cramps? Harry please listen.” She almost begged, making him stare dead eyed at her, really not believing should could act like this. Yet he obliged, nodding slightly without letting his piercing gaze fall. 

“I’d been to the doctors while you were away. I didn’t want to worry you because I know you were stressed about the screenplay. Jay was saying that with this sort of thing it’s not just me it hurts, its the people I care about most too. Thats why I didn’t tell you and because really I was living in denial too. It’s why I said what if you found out.” 

“Y/n can you stop talking in fucking riddles please. Did you fuck him or not? Do you like him or not?” This time he was being upfront, there was nowhere to hide with those questions - however she still managed to answer them in a roundabout way.

“Jay is a doctor, hospital doctor. And the day I met him? I-I was coming from an appointment with my oncologist…thats the truth I swear to you.”

“Uhm an-an oncologist?” A switch changed In harry’s head with that word. He started to actually listen to what she was saying, not predicting the eventual ‘I dont love you anymore’.

“Yeh I- umm wow, this is hard… I have, fuck, I have cancer. In my pancreas. I havepancreaticcancer and I’ve been having chemo and-and yeh.”

And Harry just stared. For what felt like eternity. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, it didn’t even look like he was breathing. 

“Please just say something H… I-I can’t-“ Her voice broke, burying her head in her hands as the tears started to fall. That was the funny thing, ever since the day she’d found out (the day of Jay and Nadia), Y/n hadn’t cried about it. It was just the hand she’d been dealt, a crappy hand admittedly, but she got on with it. Plastered a smile on her face day in and day out, got on with it, with the chemo, the insulin injections as well as her work. Spent valuable time and energy even if she felt absolutely crap from the chemo, hiding it from the rest of the house. She lied after Harry and Tom came back, lied about where she went three times a week. Lied about how she felt. Lied about these long term plans with Harry that she might not be able to see out. Yes, the doctors were clear that they were hopeful it would be treatable but there was always a but. A ‘ but just be aware’ and a ‘we do have to warn you’. Yet still she never cried once. She knew everyone she told had cried. Never to her face, Nads would never do that - but after a girly night when they’d just spent the whole time laughing. The two had both retired to their individual beds (well boyfriends beds) and at 3 in the morning, it was then Y/n heard Nadia cry. But still Y/n didn’t. 

Now though, sat in front of the boy she loved more than anything -no matter what- she was crying. 

“Hey… we are going to get through this. Y/n your gonna be fine…It’s…it’s…I dont know but you’ve always got me….I love you. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” Harry pulled her across the bed and into his arms, hugging her tightly. 

Because what could you say? He felt as if everything he was saying was wrong. He wanted to make everything better but that just wasn’t an option. It took a little while but Y/n calmed down to the point her breath was just a bit ragged, Harry stayed with her pulled against his chest, but used his right hand to lift her chin. 

“I need you to tell me everything please. And-and then we can face this together yeh? If you still want to that is?” In his brain all Harry was chanting was ‘pleasestillwantthispleasestillwantus’. He knew this whole afternoon had been a massive fuck up on his part. 

“I can’t do it without you H” She whispered, glasses eyes looking up at him and making his heart swell and break simultaneously. “I love you”

“I love you so ridiculously much” he grinned not realising he had tears falling down his cheeks till Y/n reached up to wipe them away - both of them releasing a breathy laugh. “Come on then stop laughing at me crying and talk to me.” He laughed, repositioning her so she was sat in his lap but side on, so still leaning a bit on his chest. 

And she started at the beginning and went right through till the events of that afternoon, taking a couple of hours to fully answer all Harry’s questions as they came. He learnt about this Jay guy, actually coming to really appreciate the support he had been for Y/n throughout all this. Obviously Harry was hurt he hadn’t been in the loop from the beginning, however he could understand in her own delusional way that that was how she coped for that first month and a half. By not having to face anyone else with it. They went downstairs, Y/n showing him all the ingenious hiding spots she’d hid her emergency medicine. Then she showed and let him do the finger prick test, explaining what the numbers meant and what to do if they were arwy either way. It got to about 4 in the morning, when they both decided to call it an evening. 

With the heavy weight of the hidden truth off her shoulders, coupled with a traumatic previous afternoon meant Y/n was out within seconds of resting her head on Harry’s chest. He however, was far from relaxed. Never having held her so tightly or so close to his chest, his arms tensed slightly just to keep her pressed against him. This was beyond hard, his brain taking its time to process the overwhelming amount of data. About her condition, her treatment, just the way her brain worked and…. and what an absolute dick he had been earlier that day. She had wanted to protect him from the pain of her illness, because she loved him that much - yet Harry had the audacity to accuse her of cheating. He had been such a dick and owed her a shit tonne of apologies. 

He also owed Nadia an apology too. She had been harsh and completely right yesterday. She had been the one looking after his girlfriend. And so, for the remainder of the night until he finally fell into a restless sleep, Harry was left with his thoughts, all the while his hand resting underneath her top - on the bare skin on Y/n’s left stomach. 

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Two Little Lines Pt. 2

More babies!! WOW I’M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE A WHOLE ASS FIC OUT OF FUKATUCHI.

Er, warning? Implied alcoholism in Semi’s.

Terushima;

To say that you and Terushima lived a perfect life together would be an outright lie.

Sure, the two of you had been together since your guys’ third year of high school and you have always found a way to make the relationship work.

But you were so tired.

So tired of acting more like his mother than his girlfriend of the last four years. He hardly helped around the apartment, never cooked a meal, and if he was home and not passed out, he’d ditch you to go hang out with his friends.

It just didn’t feel like a relationship anymore; it felt like you were roommates who slept in the same bed.

And Terushima Yūji was entirely oblivious to the fact.

To say that it broke your heart would be an understatement.

But even so, you held onto the hope that you and Teru would make this all work and everything would go back to the way it used to be.

Hope in the form of crying out the anguish in your soul every night as you went to bed.

You ain’t slick though, but Terushima just doesn’t know what to do—

he’s terrified to confront you about this because what if you finally realize that he’s really just a piece of shit and you should have left years ago?

I love Terushima but lowkey I feel like he’s toxic 💀

But he tries—tries in the form of actually talking about topics that have real substance for the first time in months.

It actually goes rather well!

Too well.

It was nice to have your boyfriend back, even if temporarily.

To have human, physical contact with him was needed.

But also landed you in your current predicament—sitting on your bathroom floor, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test you felt you needed to buy earlier.

You were tired—way more than usual lately. The morning sickness, however, was what prompted you.

It was currently 2am. Yūji would be home soon from wherever he decided to go to, and the timer on your phone goes off signaling for you to check.

Not that you needed nor wanted the confirmation, but the two little lines were the nail in the coffin.

Lmaofuck.

“[name]?” Terushima calls out from the hallway. He must’ve noticed you weren’t in bed despite the late hour.

Hearing his voice brought tears to your eyes and you wished you could lie and say they were from joy.

The sobs are what captures his attention, prompting him to barge into the bathroom. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

You don’t say anything; you’re afraid you’ll say everything you’d been harboring inside for years. Instead, you point to the pregnancy test with a shaky finger.

“Wha—oh. Oh!” Aside from the three syllables that left his lips, he had no idea what else to say.

Because he knows.

Terushima knows that things haven’t been going all that great and the both of you just loved each other too much to let the other go.

“I don’t know what to do, Yūji.” Your voice is devoid of all emotion, reflecting the emptiness you’d been feeling for so long.

“The choice is yours, always. But...” Terushima comes to sit with you on the tiled floor, tugging at your cheek so that you can look at him. “This is my sign, I guess, that I have to be better. We aren’t kids anymore, shit we could be having a kid—I can’t just do whatever the hell I want.”

“You shouldn’t have been in the first place,” you seeth, “Yūji, we’ve been in a partnership since high school.”

“And you’ve been carrying the team.” At least he acknowledges it. “Now you’re literally carrying the team.”

“Dude,” you smack his arm lightly, not missing his joke. “Be serious.”

“I am. I mean it. I don’t want to lose you, [name], so I’m going to try. I want to be better for you, for both of you.”

Semi;

Was Semi Eita perfect? No.

Did you need him to be perfect? Also no.

But for the last three years, there had always been some kind of disconnect between you two regarding what you wanted for the future.

You both were incredibly supportive of each other’s respective paths—shit, you were Semi’s biggest fan when it came to his music.

But considering he often had to travel, he just couldn’t see eye to eye with you and your need for stable roots.

What was the point of spending money on a house when your two bedroom apartment suited you just fine?

He did concede to the two of you getting a dog, so that was nice at least.

But above all, you wanted to be a family. Married, kids, a yard—the whole package. He knew this, but always had an excuse.

“My career is just taking off. If we get married, I don’t want to abandon either of you—I want to be able to dedicate the proper time to both of you.” Okay, fair.

“We don’t have enough saved for a house yet.” Also fair.

“Being a parent is a full time job.” He had valid points to everything, but that did little to quell your desires.

But for Semi, you were willing to make some sacrifices.

Kinda.

However, Semi doesn’t notice the subtle changes that have come from you.

You’re working more, home less, and if you were home, you’d already have had dinner and hanging out in the bathtub while chugging a bottle of wine.

At first, Eita just thinks that you’ve had a rough day at work or something and he gives you your space.

But one bottle turns into four, and he’s had to carry you out of the tub more than once or twice.

“Babe, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Semi had left work early one day just to make sure he caught you before you started your evening ritual.

“Nothing’s wrong, Eita!” But he could hear the forced optimism along with the way your grin didn’t make your cheekbones close your eyes at the corner like they always did.

“[name], please. Don’t shut me out.” Have you ever heard Semi Eita beg? No? That’s cause it never happens.

“I swear, I’m fine! Just had—“

“A hard day at work, I know. I don’t doubt that but you’re avoiding me, babe. Just tell me what’s going on.”

You don’t know how to answer without being selfish. You know what Semi wants out of life and you had comes to terms with it. So why couldn’t you just let it go?

“I-I just...need time. To come to terms with the fact that we want different things in life.” If Semi was a crier, he would have right then and there. Watching the air leave your lungs in broken bubbles coming up as hiccups as you cried broke his heart.

“Do we? I just want you.”

For the first time in months, you didn’t pick up a bottle. After having dinner together, you finally got to be in the comfort of your loving, life partner.

Fast forward to present day—two months later you still indulge yourself in one glass of wine but no more bottles in the bathtub.

Semi’s thankful af for that 💀 even it wasn’t the ideal recovery

But he notices you’ve been waking up in the middle of the night to go throw up, and he’s starting to wonder if there were days you were sneaking them in.

“Eita, I swear I stopped doing that.” He’s giving you benefit of the doubt, trying to come up with other potential culprits.

There were days when you would PMS bad enough to make you sick.

But never for more than a few days—you were entering week 2.

“I’m calling the doctor,” he declares after you’d hurled for the third time that day. When he sees your hesitance, he adds, “I don’t think this is normal withdrawal. You never quit cold turkey, so I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

Semi Eita’s intuition is both a blessing and a curse.

Blessing, in the sense that he was 100% right in regards to you needing to see a doctor.

Curse, because the two of you found out that you were pregnant. And while the two of you were doing much better than you were a few months ago, the “talk” about your future had never resurfaced.

“So, what are we going to do, Eita?”

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to consolidate my studio to make room for a nursery and I’ll probably have to start working from home part time at least to help you out—“

“Wait, what?” Why did he make it sound like you were keeping the baby?

“Well I’m not gonna leave you to do this alone, [name]. It’s my kid too.”

“Semi-Semi, you don’t want kids.”

“Yeah, but I want you.” He sounds so sure, so confident, that you aren’t even sure if the man beside you is really your boyfriend. “And by association, that includes our baby.”

Futakuchi;

Oh my god.

Why—or rather how in the fuck did this happen to you?

Well, you know how it happened. You did have sex education when you were in high school, after all.

But you and Fukatuchi always used condoms—there was no room for negotiation on that.

Part of you wishes you would have broken off this hook up arrangement a long time ago

But you know you’re lying to yourself because the two of you just meshed so well.

Almost like a real couple, but you knew that a relationship was the last thing he wanted.

And now, you sat on your bathroom floor with your head buried on your knees after throwing the pregnancy test that revealed two little lines of positivity.

Well, fuck.

You start dodging his 2am calls, passing it off as you had a paper or a lab that you desperately needing to finish.

Kenji isn’t buying it. He knows you’re always on top of your schoolwork.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Comes a text in broad daylight—something comepletely atypical of Futakuchi.

Avoiding turns into ignoring as you’re almost three months pregnant.

To which he calls out with another text send before booty call hours. “Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Whoever you’re fucking now can’t be better than me. Just answer me and I’ll prove it.”

Blocked.

Another weak goes by and, surprisingly, your pregnancy has been relatively smooth. Even if it did suck going through it alone.

A part of you missed Futakuchi. Not that you’d ever tell him that. But you tried to tell yourself you missed the D and nothing else.

But you missed the way he’d hold you overnight, occasionally brushing hair out of your face almost endearingly. You missed the warmth, the lust fueled kisses that you swore were almost loving.

Only to remember he was always gone before you woke up. He was only a booty call, and you had to remind yourself of that.

So why the fuck was he at your doorstep in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday?

“Why the fuck did you block me?” He snarls, barreling his way into your apartment. You were so thankful that you were wearing an oversized hoodie and that you weren’t showing that much yet. .

“Dude, get out. Obviously, I blocked you for a reason.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to get out of this so easily. You would have told me if you started seeing someone else—“ his wording slips, he knows it, but Futakuchi can’t bring himself to fix the statement.

“We weren’t seeing each other in the first place!” The words sting him like rubbing alcohol on a fresh wound.

You try to usher him out of the apartment but, thanks to you being 16 weeks along and much weaker than him, your efforts are futile.

“You’re so cute when you play hard to get.” He retorts, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you off the ground to carry you both out of the door way.

But as soon as he does, you’re immediately prying yourself away—fearful that he can feel your hardening belly. Fighting him off, however, seemed to make him squeeze harder. “Kenji, let me go! Fuck!”

He notices the use of his first name. He notices the flailing. But most of all, he noticed that your body felt different, even underneath the plush cloth of your hoodie.

He lets you go, unceremoniously dropping you into the ground out of shock because he finally is putting the pieces together. “You’re pregnant?”

“Get out, Kenji.”

“So you didn’t wanna see me because you’re pregnant? I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand the logic here,” his tone is snarky, painted with a vicious bite, “unless you were hooking up with someone else at the same time is me, there was no reason for you to keep this from me.”

But he knew that you weren’t. He knew by the way you’d clutch at his chest lovingly after sex that part of you longed for a real relationship with him.

And by the way it took everything in him to not stay through the morning, Kenji knew that somewhere along the lines, he wanted it too.

And he planned on telling you the last time he called, just before you started avoiding him.

“There was only you.” You answer quietly to the implied question.

“So, it’s mine.” He states bluntly. Losing your voice, you only nod. “You know,” he starts again slowly after you’ve both nodded off to a silent lull, “I started texting you in the middle of the day because I didn’t want you to think it was just about sex anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I actually wanted to give us a try, but I wasn’t sure if you’d break things off if you didn’t want to move forward, and I didn’t wanna risk finding out.”

“And now, instead, you’re finding out that you’re going to be a dad.”

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“Jon!” a voice called, making him startle. He put down the can of soup he had been looking at and glanced down the aisle.

“I didn’t know you went to this grocery store,” his boss, Sasha, said happily. She was tugging along one of those hand held baskets, packed with some fruits and veggies.

“It’s the closest to my apartment,” Jon replied, “so it’s convenient. I thought you lived further out though?”

“I do,” she admitted easily, “but the produce section in my normal grocers is complete garbage. Half of the time they’re only a couple days from rotting.”

“Unpleasant.”

“Indeed. Especially after that last batch of statements. But while you’re here—would you mind staying after hours tomorrow? I have a non-work related favor to ask, but it’ll take a bit of time to explain and we both look a bit busy at the moment.”

“Ah—” If it was anyone else Jon would have said no easily, or at least fumbled his way through an excuse, but this was his boss, and (though she hadn’t meant any cruelty by it) one of their first conversations had been her laying out, quite explicitly, his complete lack of credentials for his job. That was six months ago, and they had both grown closer as a unit in the archives, but he still felt an underlying need to prove that he was worthy of his job. He desperately wanted her to think he was competent, and refusing to help her was just another way of saying he wasn’t capable of doing so. “Of course.”

“Thank you!” Sasha said with a grin. “I know this is a little out of nowhere, but it’s nothing too bad, I promise. I’ve gotta run now, but I’ll see you on Monday!”

. . . o0o . . .

“You wanted to see me?” Jon said, peering into Sasha’s office. He tapped his fingers together at his side and hope she didn’t notice; he still wasn’t sure what the issue was and his nerves had steadily increased since their meeting at the supermarket.

“Ah, yes,” Sasha nodded. “Here, come in, sit down.” He did. “Well, easiest to tear the bandaid off quickly I suppose. Will you pretend to date me so Tim gives up on me?”

This was—not what Jon had been expecting. He hadn’t really had set expectations in the first place, besides something probably professional, and this was far from that.

“Has Tim been . . . making you uncomfortable?” Jon asked, eyebrows crinkled in confusion and a hint of worry, but Sasha was shaking her head before he got the chance to finish.

“Oh no, nothing like that. Tim is a good guy. He’s just . . . the type to hold out hope, you know? We had a brief fling and he keeps trying to make it more. And the only way to get him to move on genuinely instead of pretending is to convince him that there’s no use waiting for me to change my mind.”

“Huh,” Jon said speculatively. “He hadn’t struck me as particularly romantic. At least, not in that way.”

“So, will you do it?”

Jon hesitated. He remembered working with Tim before, and though Jon had acted as prickly as ever, it had never seemed to bother him. They hadn’t quite gotten to a level that Jon would call friends, but they had been getting there before Jon’s transfer to Archives.

“Won’t this hurt him? Wouldn’t it be better to wait until you’re actually in a relationship?”

“Ideally, but I don’t want him to be pining over me for who knows how long before I find my person. He’s my friend, and I don’t want him to miss out on someone because he was too busy wanting something that will never happen.”

“. . . And as for hurting him?”

“A necessary evil.” Sasha pursed her lips. She had known Jon and Tim were friends, but she hadn’t been sure how deep the bond had been on Jon’s end. She still wasn’t sure if it would help or hurt her scheme. “Look, I don’t like it either. But he’s going to get hurt at some point, and I’d rather have it be short and—well, not sweet really—than long and drawn out. This’ll be better in the long run.” She stared at Jon, and wiped her hands nervously on her pants. “Will you do it? I know this might be a bit weird since I’m your boss but—”

“I—no, I’ll—I’ll do it. But we’re going to need to work out the logistics. I mean, Tim knows both of us. We can’t just be dating out of nowhere.”

Sasha grinned, relief flooding over her. Her teeth shone.

“I’ve already made a plan. You could come over my place so we could talk about it? Figured it’d be better to discuss it here than in a more public place.”

. . .

“You’ve thought about this a lot,” Jon said, blinking slightly. In front of him were various papers, all tacked up onto a corkscrew board, describing different versions of how they could have started dating, their various dates, and more. It might have been creepy, except for the fact that Sasha was a constant overplanner, and he was somewhat surprised she hadn’t simply told him a backstory she had created.

“I was trying to find something realistic that still wouldn’t hurt Tim too badly,” Sasha admitted, chewing on her lip as she glanced over the various papers. Jon noticed for the first time that her concealer had slipped, and she had bags under her eyes.

“Are his feelings that strong?”

“It’s not that they’re strong,” Sasha said slowly, trying to think of how to say it. “It’s that they’re constant. Tim acts flippant but once he cares about people, it’s very hard for him to stop.”

That hadn’t been the impression that Jon had gotten, but Jon had only known him for a couple months before his transfer, and Sasha had known him since university, so he was willing to assume she knew better in this case.

“That aside,” Sasha said, “I say we figure out the most awkward part first and get it out of the way. When did we first have sex?”

“We didn’t,” Jon said dryly. “I’m asexual, and not particularly prone to PDA either.”

Sasha paused for a moment, readjusting her plans with the new information.

“Well, we still need to act comfortable around each other. We don’t need to go making out in back corners of a club or anything, but couples usually have an ease around each other.” She smiled over at him, teasing. “Unless hand holding is too scandalous?”

“Haha,” Jon rolled his eyes. “No, that’s—fine. I know I’m agreeing to this, but I just didn’t want you to think that—er, that is, I—”

“Jon,” Sasha cut in gently. She thought of placing her hand on his knee before thinking better of it. “Even if we were dating, no string attached, I would never make you do something you didn’t want to. Sure, I like hooking up with people, but in the list of things I couldn’t live without, sex doesn’t even reach the top twenty.”

“Oh.” Jon’s face went pink. He coughed. “Ah, well, right then. Glad that’s sorted.”

“Yes, though we definitely need to discuss more about how we started dating . . . “

. . .

Jon looked at the address Sasha had texted him again, checking for the countless time that it was right. Tim was throwing a small house party, and he was Sasha’s date. He had offered to pick her up, but Sasha hadn’t even given the idea a thought before saying no.

“It’s quicker for both of us if we just meet there,” she had said over the phone. Jon wasn’t much of a talker, but Sasha had insisted on using phones rather than texts that anyone could read later. “and I would that to anyone I was dating too. Actually caused some issues in the past, but I never got what the difference between ten minutes was.”

So Jon was in front of Tim’s house by himself, and trying to convince himself that walking up to the door and knocking was not nearly as hard as it felt. It was only when he started considering waiting for Sasha outside that he pushed himself out of it and forced his legs to move.

“Hey Jo—woah,” Tim said as he opened the door, face going slack in surprise before his grin was back, “I’ve never seen you in casual clothes. Feels like I’m breaking the law.”

“Haha,” Jon said, rolling his eyes. He glanced down at his clothes—he had the foresight to stay away from his old college clothes, but honestly his outfit wasn’t much. Just an old t-shirt from a band he used to follow and a pair of jeans. Sasha had warned him not to be too formal, and he had tried to follow that advice. “I do, actually, have a life outside of work.”

He didn’t, really, but Tim didn’t need to know that.

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Tim said. “Casual looks good on you. Come in.”

After a couple minutes of small talk and being introduced to Tim’s friends, he found himself sitting on the couch next to Tim.

“So you and Sasha, huh?”

Jon felt his cheeks warm and was glad his darker skin made it hard for people to tell. If he didn’t know better, he wouldn’t have known Tim had feelings for her at all.

“If you’re going to interrogate him, you could at least wait until I’m here,” Sasha cut in, and Jon felt himself relax. He wasn’t good at lying, and her easy grin made the whole farce seem more believable.

“What’s the fun in that?” Tim shot back, laughing. “And did you pick the lock? I don’t remember you knocking.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha grinned.

“Hellion,” Tim said. “A complete and utter hellion.” He turned to Jon, whispering in a way that was meant to be heard. “Run away before you have to change all your locks.”

“Leave my boyfriend alone,” Sasha rolled her eyes.

“. . . I don’t see how changing locks would do anything if she can pick them?” Jon replied honestly, trying to wrap his head around the logistics of it. His blunt, honest tone made the other two laugh, which hadn’t been his intention, but was workable.

“So you two are official then? I have to say that I am betrayed that neither of you told me earlier.” His words were overly dramatic, as was the way he threw his hand over his heart, but Jon had a feeling there was a kernel of truth in them.

“We didn’t want to tell anyone. I’m his boss, and his transfer was so sudden that we didn’t want people to think the wrong thing.”

Sasha and Tim talked a bit longer, with Jon occasionally chiming in. It was obvious that the two had known each other for a long time; there was an ease in their teasing and back and forth that was almost enviable. It was easy to see why Tim’s feelings hadn’t faded before.

Eventually Tim was called away by a different one of his friends, leaving Sasha and Jon alone.

Sasha’s shoulders relaxed, and suddenly Jon felt guilty for not doing more in their little ruse. He should have put more effort in—but he couldn’t exactly apologize with people still around, so he pushed it down and made a note to apologize later.

“God,” Sasha muttered, “this would be so much easier if he realized how Martin looked at him.”

“Martin?” Jon asked, and she startled.

“Yes,” she said recovering, “the poor bastard is completely besotted, but turned Tim down for a hookup, and in Tim’s mind that means he could never be interested in a date either.”

“Ah,” Jon said, seemingly confused.

“Martin is romantic,” Sasha explained, “but Tim has never been in a relationship that hasn’t started off as purely sexual. But if they got past that hurdle I think they’d actually be a cute couple.”

“If Tim is a fan of constantly having stray animals in his house, then that’s his taste I suppose. Don’t get it myself.”

Sasha snorted.

“Martin apologized how many times about letting that dog in?”

“Not enough.”

“You know, he’s not that bad of a person. You might like him if you gave him a chance.”

“Doubtful,” Jon said dryly. “But we aren’t in the same department, so small mercies I suppose.”

“Ah yes, god forbid you have to work with anything less than complete competence.”

“Well, you’ve set the bar rather high,” Jon responded, the complete honesty in his voice making her blink, pleased. She was more used to teasing back and forth, but there was something nice about not feeling like she was in a competition.

Other people milled about, and they had various conversations with people that Jon immediately had forgotten the names of. At one point, drawing came up, and Jon went into a tirade about the evolution of crayons and other drawing materials as if he had a degree in it. There was a slight crinkle in between his brows, and his hands moved as he talked—different from the usual stiff, purposefully scowling persona he carried at work. Sasha stared, surprised.

Then she smiled, not thinking about it as she reached out and held his hand. He paused, seemingly only half aware of it. He glace at their hands, eyes lighting up slightly, before continuing, this time only gesturing with one hand, though she felt the other twitch in her hands at times.

. . .

The next Monday at work, the atmosphere was not awkward the way Jon had feared. It was incredibly easy to go back into the familiar patterns of researching statements that were patently fake. He had yet to find a single one that was true. Sasha felt the same way but said that this was as good a job as any other, and he agreed.

Once they both clocked out, Sasha asked Jon if they could talk.

“Did Tim believe it?” Jon asked. She nodded.

“You might not believe it, but he doesn’t normally drink quite that much. But I saw Martin watching over him and making sure he was alright, so I think he’ll be okay.”

“That’s good,” Jon said. There was a pause. “I know that you said it would just be one date, but I was thinking—” He stopped, knowing what he wanted to say but unsure of how to.

“Ah, well,” Sasha hadn’t expected to say this, had thought it would be a one and done sort of deal, but before she can think her words through, she adds, “It might be suspicious if we’re only together once. Tim might think that it’s just—just a fling.”

“Of course,” Jon said just a second too quickly. “Tim isn’t dumb, if we go back to acting as friends, he’ll realize something was up.”

“We’ll have to continue,” Sasha said in relief. “So he believes it.”

“So he believes it,” Jon echoed, and they shared a happy smile.

“He invited me to drinks this weekend with some friends if—”

“I’ll be there.” Jon stopped, flushing slightly as he backtracked. “Ah, sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt—”

“Don’t worry about it. So it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

[wersoverytired]

Watching the Supernatural finale hours after almost dying is, well. Different.

I cannot stress this enough: MAJOR triggers for frank discussion of a recent suicide attempt (no, not because SPN ended). Steer clear if this might hit too close to home. I'm no longer at risk, this happened a while ago and is over, and my care manager is aware.

Right, and spoilers for the series finale.

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I'm old enough to have been a fan of SPN since 2005. And considering the fact that childhood abuse had me suicidal at around age 12, probably earlier, it's safe to say that I have never watched the show without that constant battle going on in the background, unrelated.

When Dean said he was tired, that he was done, I got it. When Sam asked in that abandoned chapel what the upside was to him being alive, or when he confided in his brother in a hotel hallway that he had always felt unclean somehow, I could relate. There was more to the show than that, of course -- the love, the loyalty, the humor -- but the struggle was another point of connection.

As both the show and I grew long in the tooth, and my life circumstances were progressive getting worse (as they sometimes do when you carry untreated trauma), I used SPN and the fandom as a comfort. And increasingly, living to see how the Winchester story ends became one of those grappling hooks you latch on to when you look for reasons to keep going just a little longer.

Naturally, that didn't (and couldn't) arm me against the waves of acute, hope-obliterating, soul-sucking despair that can routinely crash on your head when you're dealing with poverty, chronic physical illness and disability -- and in a harsh country, too -- as well as being severely post traumatic and dissociative. Saving me was never the show's job, nor should it have been. I used it as much as I could, though.

The more I felt like I had to die, the more I tried. Dying hardly ever comes naturally, not even when you feel like there's no other way. Painfully isolated and increasingly bedridden, I watched convention panels and smiled so hard my face hurt. Other times I cried. And I made online friends, often through the fandom, who made life less empty. Who loved and laughed and cried with me from afar. It's hard to overstate the effect that can have when you're trapped in a body that's pretty much your cage, with a mind that's wounded and struggling.

I kept fighting. But I also kept finding myself, over and over again, faced with the reality that most people who are deeply traumatized, certainly those who are also severely dissociative, get to know early on: the world excels at letting many of us know that there's no place for us. Fighting hard to survive with about 10% of what I need to live, I sometimes find it hard not to listen to that toxic message that many survivors and disabled folks hear and feel coming at them over and over: you're too broken to justify the cost and effort of keeping you alive.

It's been an especially hard couple of years in that sense. And as the finale was months, then weeks, then days away, I kept telling myself to wait. Wait for that. Decide later. "Deciding later" is a survival technique I've been using for decades now whenever I get actively suicidal. It's not a bad one.

So that very last Thursday evening (or very late night, where I live) came around. And it so happens that I was at the very end of my rope. Again, for unrelated reasons to the show ending, obviously. And I couldn't go on.

The finale was hours away, and off I went on that same journey. Wait. Wait just long enough to see how it ends. It's been 15 years. You've survived so far, and that bit of closure, at least, is within reach. Just fucking wait to watch that last episode; see how they go before you do. Let that be the one last kind thing you do for yourself.

I kept telling myself that even as I numbly went through my final checklist.

I know it hurts so much. I know this damn body is tortured beyond what you can stand, I know we've been told it's about to get even worse. And hours more of this seem like an eternity. Watching anything seems impossible. I know the PTSD is intolerable, I know you can't sleep, you live in constant fear and rage and exhaustion; I know you're alone in this.

I know you live in a place that has made its peace with people like you dying of Covid, and finds it a small price to pay for refusing to wear masks. I know how that makes you feel, to be told that your life is worth that little because you're disabled. I know 9 months of what amounts to house arrest, while living alone, have made everything so much worse. I know you just want to go.

But wait to watch how it ends. And decide later. You can go later. You can.

And I almost made it. I mean, I'm obviously still here, so I eventually survived. But I tried not to. I couldn't wait.

Sometimes, when you get to the lowest low point, when you are in all-encompassing agony, when your circumstances leave no room for hope even though you desperately want to live -- and I do, I so want to live -- no show, no fandom, no unfinished story can keep you from taking that step over the edge. Many times it can, but there are places where nothing has any meaning. Thursday night became one of those. Watching the finale was a faded notion in the background of all that agony, and then it was nothing at all.

I only managed to write one goodbye letter. Hard to be as organized as you imagined you would be, hard not to leave unforgivable loose ends. I have no memory of what the letter said, and I can't look at it, not yet. It's tucked away now, just out of view.

And then I went about doing the only thing that I felt could be done.

I didn't get to go away. Both because I couldn't stand the torment of the only method I had handy, though I sure gave it my best efforts -- two more minutes would have sealed the deal -- and because I was fucking afraid to die. All the way through, until I gave up and stopped what I was doing.

Fear of dying when you're your own executioner is an odd thing. Your body wants out of this plan you've made for you both. It responds like you'd expect when someone's life in under threat. It makes you have to run to the bathroom over and over, it makes your heart hammer in your chest and your ears ring.

There was no crying. Not at that point. I don't think there was crying when I gave up and accepted that I was staying alive, either. But I can't remember.

I don't know what I did during the few hours after that. The physical consequences of what I did were gone within half an hour or so -- being so ill, I knew not to try something that would land me in the ER during COVID, should I not complete the plan. I'd also be on my own there, and most likely dissociated to such a degree that I wouldn't be able to move or speak. That's not something I ever wanted to experience again, and a fucking horrible starting point if I survived.

Anyway, I was okay physically soon enough, which is not how it usually goes. I just remember being fuzzy and distant and alone. There was no one to call, and I also thought about how it would feel to get a call like that. I considered a crisis hotline, but didn't have the energy to explain my messy, complicated circumstances. I probably just lay there.

A few hours later, I was present enough to watch the finale. Still don't know how. Dissociation has it occasional advantages, one of which is being disconnected from certain things when it's all too much. And so I watched the final episode in bed, with the aftermath of that suicide attempt still all around me.

I watched Dean die the way he did. I watched Sam die. I watched them both being given the pained, tearful reassurance that it was okay to go. Watched them being held, watched those two strong, kindhearted, emotional, loyal men crying as they breathed their last. Dean's death, especially, broke my heart. He so clearly did not want to die. Was afraid, more than ever before.

I did cry then. I sobbed. I could cry for them. Hell, I could cry for that dog, wandering with Sam through the empty halls of the bunker. I cried as that dog looked up, with all that trust and love, at the only human he had left. I cried for Sam, sitting drained and aching in the dark library. Saying "I know, me too" on the unmade bed in Dean's cold, empty room.

Before that, back in the barn, I watched Dean not want to go. Sam begging him not to go, then forcing himself to tell his older brother what he needed, what he begged to hear. That he wasn't abandoning the one person he had spent his life looking out for. That Sam would survive him going, now that he had to go.

I never saved the world, and there's nothing heroic about me. But so much of what went on around those characters' deaths echoed what I had felt hours earlier, what I still was feeling. It gave me a safe way to cry for that, too.

I will always be grateful to the show for that small mercy. And grateful to Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, whom I've never met and never will, and have given such phenomenal performances here that they reached through all that distance, to unknowingly touch an ache that I could not cry for. They'll never know that. I imagine there are so many people like me who feel the same gratefulness, too, for their own similar moments of human connection.

The show is over now, and I try not to be sad about that, and I'm sure I will be. It would be sadder if I didn't feel a loss. Meanwhile, life doesn't stall just because you tried to stop your own. It's around two weeks later now, bright and loud outside my window in a world that's not safe for me to go out in, and I am lying in bed in a half-lit room trying to manage my pain. I didn't die. I'm still here.

I can't pretend I'm glad that I am, but I also know that I'm not ready to go yet. I'm just not. I have no good reason for that; sometimes you're just too afraid to die. And so I can't see myself trying to go away again any time soon. My health might take care of that for me anyway, but otherwise, looks like I'm stuck on this ride.

I'm very grateful that I've had SPN and its people for so long through this battle, to give me and the rest of the fandom so much more than meets the eye. And I'm grateful for that last, good cry, too.

Well, not the last cry, for sure. There's always rewatch #475783. 

[coyotesongwriting]

When It Rains, It Pours - Ch. 4

Avengers - Bucky Barnes/Reader

Chapter 4 - Aspen

Story Summary:  Things are going great between you and Bucky, until one day they aren’t. He dumps you, not knowing that what you’d wanted to talk to him about was the positive pregnancy test you held behind your back.

Chapter Summary: It’s time

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for reading this! All mistakes are my own!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

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Previous Chapter

Thor had arrived back from Midgard with a huge box of books, and you were so excited. You swore he’d bought two of every maternity and medical book he was able to find in the store. When you’d laughed and asked why he’d got two copies, he shrugged and explained that one copy was for you, and one was for the library. Since you were staying and would be raising your child there, it only made sense that they had books available for the healers and midwives to study. 

You’d become overly emotional in the last few weeks, and you’d begun to sob into his chest as you hugged him. Thor merely laughed and ruffled your hair once you’d calmed down. You’d missed him while he was gone, but it had given you and Loki a chance to really bond. Thanks to the late night mentoring, the two of you had been close but while Thor was gone, he really stepped it up.

You’d begun to think of Loki as just as much of a brother to you as Thor was. You were still training with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three every day, but Loki was always nearby, never letting you out of his sight. He worried about the pregnancy more than you did, and it was honestly pretty endearing. You had never realized how much he cared about you until then. 

Bitra was pleased when you and Thor had arrived to bring her a copy of the pregnancy books and she’d read them all in no time. Apparently, Midgardian pregnancy actually was similar to Asgardian which relieved the both of you. It was like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you realized you didn’t need to worry as you had been. If it had continued much longer, you’d have had to ask Thor to take you back to Midgard for a checkup.

As summer rolled into autumn, Thor returned to his regular schedule of once a week visits to the Avengers. Every time, he offered to bring you along with him and every time you said no, merely asking him to tell the others you were doing well. They sent you their love, and once, Nat even sent you the beautiful necklace she’d found that you might like.

Bucky had been scarce since you left, and it seemed like he was getting sent on more missions than ever while the others suddenly had less. When Steve finally confronted Fury, asking what was going on he learned that Bucky had requested to be out in the field more often. He’d claimed that he’d been feeling too cooped up lately. 

It had taken Nat and Clint a while to be willing to work with him again as they had before, but eventually, Thor had managed to convince them to give up the ghost. They both held a grudge against the man who’d broken your heart, but if what Thor said was true you truly were doing alright now.

Even though Thor was making frequent trips, Loki never joined him anymore. Instead, he remained behind and looked after you. As your due date grew closer, Loki became more and more like a mother hen. When you were eight months pregnant, he began to argue with you about the fact that you were still training or really, anything you did that required you doing anything physical. As your pregnancy had progressed, you’d started training less and less and now you did barely any every day, just some basic knife throwing, but he found even that to be too much. 

“Please sit down, Lady [Y/N” Loki plead, pointing at a garden bench.

It was a lovely autumn day, and you had gone for a stroll in the gardens to enjoy the cool breeze. Unfortunately, Loki had followed you to the garden and you hadn’t even been out for five minutes before he began to pester you to take a rest. 

You whirled on him, finally having had enough. The look on your face was pure murder as you shoved your hand into his chest, pushing him back. His eyes opened wide as he watched you.

“If you don’t shut up Loki I swear I will kill you! I am pregnant, not injured! If I want to go for a stroll in the garden, I will damn well do so” you spat, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry. I just worry for you” he sighed, “I don’t want anything to happen to you or your child.”

Seeing the sad look on his face, a small frown crept across your face and you swept him up into a hug, “I know. But you need to trust me here. I feel totally fine, okay? If I didn’t, I would take a break. I know my body, okay?” 

After a long pause, his arms wrapped around you to return the hug. You stayed that way for a long moment before you stepped back and held out your arm. With a small smile, he hooked his arm in yours and the two of you went on a tour of the gardens, this time he only asked you to take a break every ten minutes.

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On November 14, you welcomed your little girl into the world. The birth had gone perfectly, and Bitra couldn’t have been prouder of you. Thor had been there to hold your hand through the whole thing, though he later swore that you broke his hand. She was the spitting image of her father and looking down at her for the first time your heart tightened. She had his brown hair, and looking into her eyes you swore you felt like you were looking straight at Bucky. You smiled softly down at her, tears in your arms as you cuddled her close and thought about her father.

“What are you going to call her?” Lady Sif had come to see you, and she was so excited to welcome the little one into their ragtag group.

“Her name is Aspen” your voice was gentle as you watched her sleep.

You’d named her after the town where you’d fallen in love with Bucky. The two of you had been sent on a mission to track a potential Hydra agent, and you’d had to pretend to be a honeymooning couple in the ski town. You’d spent the weekend curled up in the lobby of the lodge with him, and that had been that. The way he looked at you sometimes during that mission, you’d forgotten that you two weren’t really on your honeymoon.

“A strong name for a strong warrior” Lady Sif laughed softly, “I look forward to training with you properly once you’re feeling better, [Y/N]. It will be interesting to see how you do!”

You let out a low groan and threw your head back against the pillow, you were exhausted and the mere idea of training was too much for you right now. Sif merely grinned mischievously and headed out after patting you on the shoulder.

“You have a beautiful daughter” Loki had finally come to see you, and he smiled down at you sadly. He’d become your confidante over the last few months, and he understood just how much you missed Bucky. If anyone had asked you a year ago if you could ever imagine considering Loki family you’d have laughed in their face. Time had a way of changing things though.

You scooted over carefully, tired and sore and he climbed into bed next to you. He sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his chest. You smiled down at your baby girl, “Hear that sweetie? Uncle Loki thinks you’re pretty.”

Tears welled in your eyes and began to roll down your cheeks, getting Loki’s shirt damp, as you thought of Bucky. Loki ignored the tears and began to hum a soft lullaby. You were almost asleep when you swore you heard him whisper, “I’m sorry” but before you could respond, you were out like a light.

When you awoke the next day to Aspen’s crying, Loki was long gone. Bitra arrived to help you out as you learned tips on raising your baby girl, and you soon forgot all about his late-night apology.

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Thor was a day late to his usual meeting with the team. He’d waited to make sure you were alright before he left, and even then he only did so once you’d sworn to have Heimdall get him if you needed anything. He promised that he’d be back as soon as he could, and had left at first light.

When Thor entered the tower, he couldn’t stop smiling. The sight of you and Aspen together was enough to leave him grinning like a fool. The lounge was almost empty at the early hour, only Clint was present.

“What’s got you in a good mood?” Clint grumbled, clutching his coffee cup and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Lady [Y/N] -” he started, but caught himself. Only, he didn’t know what to say next and froze. 

“What about her?” Clint was suddenly awake, “Is she okay?”

“Er, yeah. No, she’s great” he stumbled over his words, “Nope she’s fine, great, nothing to worry about there. She’s just at home. Yep. Just at home with the others. Nothing weird there.”

Clint narrowed his eyes, “Yeah that’s not suspicious at all. Thor, you better tell me the truth. If something’s wrong with her and you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you.”

Nat walked in just in time to hear Clint and she whirled on Thor, “What’s wrong with [Y/N]?” her voice was hard.

“She’s fine, I swear. She’s just at home, resting” Thor explained, cursing himself internally.

“Yeah, I’m not buying that. Okay, buddy. I think we’ve given her enough space” Clint said, getting to his feet, “Let’s go see her, I need to see she’s okay.”

Thor frowned, “I’m sorry Clint, but Lady [Y/N] has specifically requested I not bring any visitors.”

Clint narrowed his eyes, “Look, no one we know but you has seen or heard from her in months. How in the hell are we supposed to know you’re telling the truth? For all we know, she’s not doing well at all.”

“You must know I would not lie to you” Thor sighed, “But Lady [Y/N] has made her wishes perfectly clear and I would dare not go against her. Not in this matter” he rubbed his hand, which was still aching from your grip.

“What’d [Y/N] say?” Steve asked as he walked in and leaned against the counter, watching Thor curiously.

“That she does not want visitors and I am not to bring any of you with me to Asgard” he explained.

Steve sighed, “Still? It’s been seven months, Thor. Surely she can’t still mean that. When did she tell you no visitors?”

“Last night.” Thor’s voice was steady and slightly sad. He didn’t like keeping secrets from the team but he’d do it for you.

“Seriously? What’s going on with her, Thor. Please. Is she really okay? I’m worried about her” Nat sighed, stealing Clint’s coffee mug. 

“I swear on my honor, Natasha. Lady [Y/N] is doing fine. If she was not, Heimdall would have summoned me back already. He is under strict orders to get me if anything is wrong with her. They-She is happy, and she is healthy” Thor was looking her in the eyes, earnest as he spoke. 

Steve nodded unhappily but he and Clint gave up the argument, hoping that Thor was telling the truth. Natasha however, had caught Thor’s latest slip up and her mind began to race.

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[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 4

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: I think I said the gender reveal was going to be in this chapter but I moved it to the next chapter. Don’t worry! Part 5 will be released sometime tomorrow. Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.  

Warnings! pregnancy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

Word Count: 1.8k

For the past couple of weeks, David has been spending a lot more with y/n. He always asks her if she’s okay or if she needs to do errands, that he can help, he basically doesn’t want her to lift a finger. Y/n has noticed how much David has been with her and she likes it. He may seem like a wild child on the vlogs but David has always been a sweetheart. Y/n has always loved that side of David. He would drop everything for the people he cares about.

David took a day off from vlogging and you guys had a movie night in his theater room. Y’alls favorite movies to watch together has always been marvel movies. While you guys were watching Thor Ragnarok, you felt this pain in your stomach. He paused the movie cause he saw you were feeling uncomfortable. David: “Are you okay? Is it the babies? Do you need to go to the ER??” Y/n: “David calm down. It hurt but I’m pretty sure the babies just kicked.” David got all excited like a little kid. David: “OOOO CAN I FEEL” Y/n: “Haha sure.” It took a minute but one of the babies kicked where David’s hand was placed. David: “Woah. This is so cool.” He then starts to talk to the twins. David: “Hey little David Jr. I’m your uncle David. You may not know it but I care about you two so much and I can’t wait to meet you in April.” She runs her fingers through his hair as he’s talking to your stomach then he looks up at y/n and her heart is beating like crazy. He scoots himself back up to sit normally and you just snuggle him. Your eyes met with his and he gives you a sweet passionate kiss. You can hear each other’s hearts beating like crazy. The movie ends and you were heading out but David stops and kisses you again. David: “You don’t have to leave. You can spend the night here. It’s really late and they’re some crazy drivers out there… You can sleep in the guest room or in my room and I can sleep the guest-” You cut him off. Y/n: “Yes I’ll spend the night in your room.” David: “Okay so I’ll sleep in the guest ro-” Y/n: “No. In your room. I’d feel bad that I kicked you out of your room.” David: “Ummm uh okay.” Y/n: “And no funny business” you joke. David: “it’s not like it can get worse. You’re already pregnant.” You try to look offended by the joke and he sees your expression. David: “I’M SORRY I’M SORRY IT WAS A JOKE I SHOULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT.” Y/n: “I was kidding you dummy.” You walk into his room and you had no clothes because you weren’t planning to spend the night. Y/n: “Hey can I borrow a shit. I don’t have anything to sleep in.” He hands you one of his many black shirts and you get into bed. Both of you just stare at each other in adoration. David: “I like you.” Your eyes go wide because you were surprised and he looks panicked that he just said that. Y/n: “Don’t worry… I like you too.” You guys kiss again and fall asleep.

Ultrasound day

You wake up to David’s arm wrapped around you, rubbing your stomach. You smile and he wakes up to the babies kicking his hand. David: “Wow. They must like me.” Y/n: “They aren’t the only ones that do…” You turn around and give him a morning kiss. He gazes into you eyes and smiles. Y/n: “Hate to be the party pooper but I have to go back home and get ready. I have an ultrasound appointment in 3 hours and the doctor is gonna tell Kylie what the genders are so she can throw a gender reveal party in a couple of days.” David: “Can I come? I’ve never been to an ultrasound appointment before. I never even went when my mom had my 3 younger siblings because I wasn’t interested but now I am.” Y/n: “Sure. the appointment is at 11am at Cedar Sinai Hospital and Kylie & Stass are gonna be there.”  David: “Okay. I’ll make sure to be there early.” Y/n: “I’ll see you later.” Before you leave, you kiss David and you both smile.

You get back to your place, get ready and drive to Kylie’s place so you, her and Stass can go together. Stass: “Are you excited??” Y/n: “I’m just really nervous. If I have both of one gender, I better have 2 of the opposite whenever I have more kids in the future. I hate uneven numbers.” Kylie: “Are we the only ones going?” Y/n: “ummmm, David is coming.” Stass: “Why did you say it that way? Did something happen between you two?” Y/n: “uhhhhhwekindakissedandspenthenighttogether” Kylie: “YOU SLEPT WITH HIM.” Y/n: “NO. Not like that. We were watching a movie, we kissed and then we slept in the same bed & cuddled. THAT’S IT.” Kylie: “hmmm, okay.” Stass: “Soooo are you guys a thing?” Y/n: “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna stress myself about it.”

You three show up and see David waiting in his Tesla. You guys meet up at a secret entrance to the hospital because if paparazzi see Kylie, they’re gonna think she’s pregnant again. David: “Hey. I got here a bit early so I wouldn’t get lost. Y/n: “I told them about last night…” He laughs nervously and looks at Kylie and Stass. Kylie: “If you hurt her-” Stass: “We’ll hurt you :)” They said that in a “I’m deadass gonna beat your ass smile.” We get into the room and the Doctor comes in. Doctor: “Hey y/n, how are those twins treating you?” Y/n: “They’re kicking me like crazy. I think they’re gonna become soccer players or something.” Doctor: “At least that’s a good sign that they’re well. So I hear were going to be finding out the genders? Y/n: “Yes but can you write it in an envelope for Kylie? She’s doing a gender reveal party for me in a couple of days.” Doctor: “Sure. Let me just take a look at those babies.” She puts the cold jelly and you see your twins all snuggled up together.” David: “That’s so cute.” Doctor: “It looks like both babies are measuring at about 15 weeks and 5 days. Which is normal. You might want to look away now. I’m gonna check what these babies are.” All of you wanted to look but you had to wait. The doctor wrote the gender on both babies in 2 different envelopes. It made you feel like you were having a boy and a girl buuuut the doctor could’ve done that on purpose… Doctor: “You can look now. Everything seems perfectly fine with the babies. I should see you again in 2-3 weeks.” David: “So when’s the gender reveal party?” Kylie: “It’s in 2 days. Everything is ready and this was the last thing we needed.” David: “I’ll see you guys later. I have to film some stuff. *kisses y/n on the cheek* bye.”

David talking/thinking to himself:

The doctor said she was 15 weeks and 5 days… *David counts back when y/n would’ve gotten pregnant* Hmmm, that’s the week when we went to Chicago. But y/n doesn’t know anyone there… Those fights between her and Jeff… I had my suspicions on who’s the father but I think it’s Jeff. Maybe I’ll ask him later tonight when we film…

Later that night:

David: “Hey Jeff, can I talk to you for a sec?” Jeff: “yeah sure.” David: “I want you to be honest. Did you and y/n hookup while we came back from Chicago?” Jeff: “why? Did she tell you that?” (David has to think quick) David: “Yeah, I was planning on asking her out and I was suspecting that there was something going on because of the fights in my backyard.” Jeff: “well, yeah we did hook up but that’s history. We were never together anyways. Doesn’t bother me if you date her.”

David: “okay cool. See you tomorrow.” *David panics a bit.” David: “oh shit. So Jeff really is the father… Has she told him? Because he’s acting like he doesn’t know. *David texting u/n: “hey. Can I come over and talk to you?” Y/n: “yeah sure.

Y/n POV

You just got a random text from David. Maybe he’s gonna ask about us? Idk. About 30 minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. Y/n: “Hey David, what did you want to talk about?” David: “I’m sorry if you get offended or make you uncomfortable but I have to ask you this…” Y/n: “Ask me what??” David: “Is Jeff the father of your babies?” You go wide eyed. Y/n: “Who did you hear that from?” You ask that assuming one of the girls accidently telling him or someone else. David: “No one, I kind of connected the dots.” Y/n: “Oh yeah, what dots did you connect?” David: “The two fights you and Jeff had in my backyard, he’s the only person you didn’t tell you were pregnant and how many weeks you are. I counted back the weeks and it was when we came back from Chicago in July. I even asked him if you hooked up and he confirmed.” You stand there like a deer in headlights. Y/n: “One, you had no right to ask that, two, are you saying he might know that he’s the father???” David: “No no no I didn’t tell him why I asked. I just said because I was planning on asking you out and I was suspecting that there was something going on because of the fights in my backyard.” Y/n: “I mean I can’t blame you, it’s not like it wasn’t obvious… Stass knew right as I told her.” David: “Don’t you think he should know?” Y/n: “I mean yes but the way he treated me before, what makes you think he’s gonna change? And plus, he’s with Natalie. I don’t want to ruin that. It’ll look like I hid so long on purpose.” David: “But he has to know. You may not be together but he’s responsible. You’re having 2 babies. One is hard enough but two? You’re gonna be stressed out of your mind. And don’t you doubt that none of us wouldn’t help you.” Y/n: “When should I tell him?” David: “I don’t know… The gender reveal is in 2 days. I mean, it’s only 8pm right now.” Y/n: “I think we should tell Natalie first… If I tell Jeff first, he’s gonna run to Natalie telling lies.”

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Oooooo bih Y/n is gonna tell Natalie & Jeff.... How do you think they’ll react? Will Jeff deny that those are his kids? What do you guys thing the gender’s of the babies are gonna be? We just gonna have to find out later today. I was gonna say tomorrow but It’s 1am when I’m posting this lol. 

Sorry if I got your hopes up that I said the gender reveal was going to be in this chapter! I’m about half way done w/ chapter five and it’ll be out earlier than usual tomorrow. 

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Chapter 1

Mojave Desert, May 31 1991

The desert sun burns a beautiful shade of red as it begins to set just over the hills. I shift into gear, my black '69 Dodge Charger roaring beneath me with the wind blowing through my dark curls. I've been driving for hours though it feels more like days and I desperately need a drink of some sort. You can only drive so far and so fast before everything merges into one and you can't seem to separate the sky from the road.

The desert highway is a place I can escape, even if I have no idea where I'm going, it's comforting in the fact that it allows me to feel so free. Let's face it, I'm a fuck up. No matter how hard I try, everything just seems to crumble to pieces if I have anything to do with it. I just need space. Time to think. A place to clear my head. So with a duffel bag packed with as much clothes as I could fit with my most cherished possessions, I did the only thing I know how to do.

Run.

Run as far away as my car will take me.

Reaching in the glove compartment I take out my aviator shades, flicking the last of my cigarette out the window and decide it's time for some music. I slide some Pantera - Cowboys From Hell in the cassette deck of the car listening to Dime's guitar rip through my ears.

As the incredible thirst for a drink takes over, I find a little one horse town just off the beaten path and pull up to an old dive bar. The only other vehicle in the lot was an old beat up pick up truck and I decided to park next to it.

I open the car door and swing my legs out, feeling the rough gravel from beneath my Doc's. I could still feel the residual desert heat from the day as the sun now casts a pinkish-purple hue across the sky.

I rise from the drivers seat, adjusting my ripped, distressed light wash mini denim skirt and my low cut Type O Negative band shirt that I had made into a little muscle tank top, showing off my cleavage in the best way possible. Flipping my curls out of my face, I grab my bag to freshen up a little bit and close the car door to make my way inside the bar.

I step inside and notice that the bar is actually bigger than it appears on the outside. The only one inside was the bartender who was wiping down the bar who looks up immediately at me as the door closes.

"Hey, uh... restroom?" I ask.

He sticks a toothpick between his lips, flicking the bar towel on his shoulder and points to the ladies room at the far left corner.

"Thanks," I smile shyly and he gives me a nod as I make my way through the bar tables and chairs to the ladies room. I eased myself into the tiny bathroom, setting my bag up on the counter.

"At least it's clean in here," I say to myself as I take my sunglasses off and glance at myself in the mirror. I didn't look as bad as I thought but I still needed a bit of a touch up, I examine the small cut just above my eyebrow, thankful that there's no bruise appearing under my eye. That's the thing about my life though, see a train wreck become that train wreck.

I grab a bit of toilet paper from the dispenser, wetting it under the tap and dab a little bit of the dried blood from the cut. It must've started bleeding again when I put my sunglasses on.

"Fuck," I sigh to myself trying to keep it together. I've come this far I don't need to break down now. I finish cleaning myself up a little feeling a bit fresher than before and 15 minutes later I was good to go. I slip my sunglasses back on, pack up my back, make sure my curls were alright as they fell down around my shoulders and I head out of the ladies room.

I quickly ran back out to my car, throwing my bag in the backseat and made my way back inside to sit up at the bar.

"So... What can I get for a pretty young thing like you?" The bartender smirks as he plays with the toothpick between his lips.

"Jack... straight up," I smirk. He pours me a shot, sliding it over to me with a napkin underneath and I try to think about what I should do for the rest of the evening. I know I need some food. I didn't think I was hungry but as soon as I downed that shot I could already feel the warm and fuzzies wash over my body. I order a couple of tacos and wash them down with another shot of whiskey, feeling nice and relaxed. I set the shot glass back down on the bar and the bartender offers me another one. I nod and he pours, then slides it back over to me.

"Is there like... a hotel or something, or some place around here to stay for the night?" I ask as I twirl the whiskey shot between my fingers.

"Hell, no," He smirks as he takes away my empty plate of tacos.

Well that's easy, looks like an all nighter is in store for me or a good sleep in the back of my car.

As I look around at the empty bar I know I'm not going to be able to stay up all night with the bartender as my only company. But that was about to change in a big way.

Suddenly what seemed like a cavalry of vehicles arrive just outside and pull up to park around my car. A couple of trucks, vans and a bus that practically looked like a tour bus filled the parking lot outside.

"What's going on out there?" I ask as I down my whiskey shot.

"Bunch of rock n' rollers... they're makin' some music video or somethin' out here in the desert and come here at night to eat, drink and play pool. Nice bunch a guys though... tip well," He says as he wipes down the bar.

"Huh... local?" I ask.

"Nah, from up north... Seattle I think,"

I was just about to ask a little bit more when the door opened and a bunch of guys came in. I glance at each one of them as they walk through the door but none of them seemed familiar to me but everyone looked tired and thirsty. When they saw the bartender, they all hailed and waved at him. They looked like they were from up north for sure and were not unpleasing to the eye, especially the one who wore just a pair of baggy black shorts, a black button up shirt that he left unbuttoned and Doc's that matched mine. His long dark curls fell around his shoulders as he flips his curls out of his face, grabbing the pool cue from the wall and chalking it up. He was gorgeous, but I didn't want to stare too long so I turned back as the bartender poured me another shot. There must have been at least 25 guys in the group of them, a few girls thrown in there as well. They had turned on the old jukebox, ordered a slew of beers and food. It didn't seem like they were paying any attention to me other than the first guy I noticed walking through. I would catch his blue eyed glance every once and a while as he played pool and sipped his drink, laughing with everyone else. I'm honestly surprised some of the girls weren't all over him.

With the last glance he gave me, I quickly turn back again looking up at the T.V that was mounted above the bar which was oddly tuned to MTV. A few flashes and then a music video started... Soundgarden's Loud Love.

"That's where you're from," I say quietly to myself as I watch a few flashes of the video. Seeing Chris Cornell bare chested in his ripped jeans and boyish face was a sure distance from how he looked across the room playing pool. His curls are now obviously a little tamer and that goatee makes him look incredibly gorgeous.

"Soundgarden is here?" I whispered to the bartender as he poured me another shot

"Oh yea, that's what they're called. I couldn't remember... you heard of 'em?"

"Yea a little... that's the lead singer over there," I say nonchalantly gesturing to the crowd around the pool tables.

"Really? You wanna meet 'em?" He smiles at me.

"Uh no, no that's ok," I suddenly regret mentioning anything at all.

"Nah, don't worry it's alright... Hey... uh Chris right?" The bartender flags him down and he looks up from the pool table where he was about to take his shot.

"Yea, man" Chris replies with that smile that could make your heart fly out of your chest.

"C' mere a second will ya?"

Chris put down the pool cue and whispered something to one of the other guys, flips his curls out of his face and wonders over to us. I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder over him. His amazingly tall, toned but lean figure was on display from the opened shirt that he hadn't buttoned. I had the best view of him all night.

"This pretty young thing would like to meet ya," The bartender hooks his thumb in my direction and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, burning with embarrassment.

Oh god, just kill me now.

I am of fan, I'll admit that but I'm not some high school girl or a groupie with a crush, I'm mature. Been through a hell of a lot of shit in my life. I'm the same age as Chris, maybe just a few months younger than him but all the same.

His eyes flick over to me, wondering over my body for a few minutes and then he flashes me that smirk and I smiled shyly back at him. I probably look a little disheveled given the fact I've been driving all day in the hot sun. I flip my dark curls out of my face and try to straighten myself as I down another shot of whiskey.

"Mind if I join you?" Chris says to me offering me another smile as he moves over to me.

"No, not at all," I say and set the shot glass down in front of me. I'm surprised I'm not wasted yet but I have been pacing myself.

"I'm Chris," He says sweetly as he offered his hand for me to shake.

"I know," I say awkwardly with a bit of a giggle and realizing it was just a polite way for him to ask my name.

"I'm Andrea - er Andi," I say shaking my head a little and I reach out to shake his hand.

"Andi...? Well, nice to meet you Andi," He says giving me a flirtatious wink.

"So uh, what are you guys doing out here?" I ask trying to act casual as I gesture for the bartender to pour me another shot.

"We're uh... shooting a video out here, and it's only the second day and we're dying out here already," He chuckles.

"Not used to the desert heat?" I ask as the bartender pours me some whiskey.

"You could say that," He smiles at me then asks the bartender to have what I'm having.

"Never seen a chick drink whiskey like that before," He says as he takes a sip from his shot glass.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like it's water, without any reaction," He raises his eyebrow at me.

"I guess I'm not like most chicks," I say and take a sip of my whiskey this time.

"So, you from around here?" He asks as he flicks his eyes over my body again, landing just at my chest for a few moments and then looks away to sip his whiskey.

Ok think Andi think...

"No... just passing through, on my way to Vegas... so..." I lie. He takes another sip from his shot glass, setting it down and asking for another. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over his body as well. He looks so fucking amazing. So much more so than on T.V

"Vegas huh? Nice place," He raises his eyebrow at me again.

"Yea, yea it is... crowded though..." I say as I twirl the shot glass between my fingers.

"True... lots of temptation as well," He says slyly.

"Yea..." I trail off and take another sip of my whiskey.

Please don't ask any more questions about me, I'm running remember?

Somehow like he heard what I was thinking, the conversation switched to current events and what not, trailing into a conversation about music, different genre's we're into, bands we like... I take it he figured out I was a metal chick probably just from looking at me which sort of made me nervous about my story since I sure don't look like I'm from around here.

"So the video you guys are shooting... is that for the new record or somethin'?" I ask as I shift myself on my bar stool attempting to flirt but feeling like it wasn't coming out right. It had been a while since I've even attempted to and thank god for that liquid courage because any other time I just feel awkward, out of place and not even remotely confident enough to try at all.

"Yea... the record's due out in September so the record company wants a video as soon as possible... promote it to the masses you know," He smirks.

"Aiming for something a little different?" I ask gesturing to what he was wearing. It wasn't far off from what he looked like in his other videos but, damn he looks good. He looks down at himself for moment, opening his shirt just a little more, his dark curls falling down around him then glances back up at me with that sly smirk again. I guess I'm not the only one who's trying to flirt.

"Maybe," He says taking the last sip of his whiskey. I glance up at the clock above the bar and see that it was now creeping towards midnight, not even realizing how long we've been sitting here chatting away. I knew it was a while though as I could feel my bladder become increasingly full. I excuse myself to the ladies room to relieve myself and assess the situation in the mirror.

It looks like the cut above my eyebrow has started to bleed a little again. I grab some paper towels and dabbed what I could, cleaning it up again as best I could. I'm also really starting to feel those shots of Jack Daniels and I wasn't sure if I should continue on. I really just need to sleep this off before I start to embarrass myself. I tried to think of something to excuse myself without offending Chris and figured I'll just wing it once I get back to the bar.

Once I decided I looked presentable enough again, I stepped out of the ladies room and found that Chris wasn't at the bar any longer. I couldn't tell through the crowd of people if he was still even there so I just decided to step outside and head to my car, hopefully un-noticed.

The night air was still warm and all was quiet except for the muffled music coming from inside. I saw a few flickers of lightning off in the distance with a rumble of thunder and a part of me welcomes the storm that was brewing off in the distance. At least it'll help me sleep in the back of my car.

I'm glad I didn't have to use an excuse, maybe Chris was trying to find a way to escape me and he just used my leave to the ladies room as a perfect time to escape and didn't want to hurt my feelings.

"As if I have any feelings left to hurt," I mumbled to myself as I pull out my car keys from my pocket. I stood there for a moment, trying to decide if I was alright to drive. I did feel pretty drunk, but I wasn't slurring or anything and I could still walk straight or at least it felt like I could. I reach out for the door handle of my car and suddenly a hand closes over mine, his soft suede wrist bands feeling so smooth against my wrist.

"Where are you going?" His voice soft and low coming from behind me.

"Away, before I get too drunk to drive," I reply, not wanting to explain any more than that.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asks.

"I'm just going to sleep it off in my car," I say still not turning around.

"Well that's not fun," He says lower and sexier as he moved closer behind me.

"This place apparently doesn't have any accommodations, so the back seat of my car is better than nothing,"

"It can be, but really, you just have to know where to look," He says so slyly that I could feel chills running up and down my spine. I turn to face him and lean my back against my car, his gorgeous blue eyes flick over my body again stopping for a moment at my cleavage again, then back to my eyes.

"Chris, I'm not one of your groupie chicks looking for a quick fuck," I sigh flipping my curls out of my face.

"I never thought you were," He says moving even closer and I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he leans himself against the car, his arms on either side of me.

"Fuck, me," I sigh in frustration with myself as I look away from him, my dark curls falling in my face again.

"Only if you want me to," He says playfully, trying to catch my eyes again. I glance back at him, finding that our lips were now dangerously close and I lean back a little more trying my hardest to resist him.

"You don't want this?" He asks, his eyebrows raised with a look of worry for some reason. I couldn't tell if it was worry for me or something else entirely.

"I honestly have no fucking clue," I exhale.

"I know... that's why you're running"

"How did you...?" I started but he glances at the cut above my brow and I couldn't bring myself to finish the question. He reaches up touching the cut just above my brow, gently tracing along the line, brushing a curl that had strewn across my face from the wind that had started to pick up a bit. I look down at myself suddenly feeling self conscious as he steps back from me for a moment, touching his beard and giving another glance over.

"Andi... just look around, there's no one here... we can both just forget about who we are... have a little fun..." Chris says gesturing around the parking lot. I look out towards the road for a moment, then look passed him towards the bar door and he was right. There was no one here, other than his band mates and I'm pretty sure they could give two fucks about what anyone was doing right now. I shook my keys in my hand trying to think but nothing was coming to this drunken head of mine.

"Where...?" I flick my eyes back up to his and the slyest smirk spreads across those beautiful lips of his.

"Let me drive and I'll show ya," He raises his eyebrow at me. At first I thought maybe he just wanted to drive my car and maybe that's true but also maybe it's better that he drives just in case. I hold out my car keys to him, dangling them from my fingers and he reaches out and takes them from me.

"Be careful, she's my baby," I warn raising my eyebrow back at him and I walk around to the passenger side feeling his eyes watch me as he steps up to the driver's side and we both climb in my car. It felt a little strange that I was letting him drive my car but for some reason I trusted him. I mean yea, this is Chris Cornell here but I still don't know him from a hole in the wall. He starts the engine and she comes to life and he reaches down to shift into gear as Pantera blasts through the speakers.

"A whiskey girl who also drives stick..." He says glancing over at me continuing his flirtatious demeanor.

"And listens to Pantera... told ya I'm not like most chicks," I flirt right back, regaining my confidence in doing so.

We pull out of the parking lot and he revs the engine a bit. I take it that he's always wanted to drive a '69 Dodge Charger and I can't say that I blame him. Like I said, she's my baby. We drive a little bit down the highway, the sound of the engine filling our ears as 'Domination' starts up through the stereo. I reach over and open up the glove compartment, pull out a pack of smokes and light one up. Chris glances at me as I take a drag, and exhaling as I pass it over to him. He raises his eyebrow at me again and without taking his hands off the wheel, he leans in taking the cigarette from me with his lips, squinting his eyes from the rising smoke. I watch him for a few moments as he puffs on the cigarette, then I take it from his lips and take another drag, squinting my eyes from the smoke.

"You gonna tell me how you got that cut on your eyebrow?" Chris asks as he looks out the windshield, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette.

"I thought we were forgetting about who we are," I say exhaling the smoke, with the cigarette still between my lips, lifting my leg to loosen the lace of my boot. Chris glances over at me giving me a long look at my thighs and then wondering over my chest again as I flip my curls out of my face. He smirks at me taking the cigarette from my lips, taking a drag for himself and turns his attention back to the road.

We eventually come up to a spot where there were a few vehicles parked, a large Volkswagen van and a couple of tents set up. It looked like they were just recently filming here earlier today. Chris pulls up to the van and cuts the engine.

"Is this where your staying?" I ask gesturing to the Volkswagen van.

"Just 'til tomorrow, then it's back to Seattle," He says glancing over at me taking the last drag of the cigarette and tossing it out the car window. I open my car door and step outside as he watches me and I close the door. He then steps out of the car himself, closing the door, handing me my keys and flipping his beautiful curls out of his face. He then makes his way over to the van door and opens it.

"After you," He says turning back to me and holding the door. I flash him a smirk, step inside, finding a spot on his makeshift bed and was immediately over taken by the heat and stuffiness inside.

"Here," He says and reaches up to pull open the window vent and the air started circulating immediately. He grabbed a small lamp and hung it from the ceiling instantly making the van look a little more intimate, then returned to sit across from me.

"So, what do you think?" He says.

"Not bad, better than my set up for the night," I say as I glance over his body again, his shirt still open revealing that perfectly toned chest and those abs that drove every girl crazy.

There was a brief awkward moment and I think he could sense it. My buzz was certainly starting to wear off and I could feel my courage waning.

"Hey Andi, we don't have to do - "

"No, no... I want to but uh... you got a drink, or something?" I cut him off though I didn't mean to but I got this far and I don't want to turn back now.

"Uh yea," He says looking around the van for a moment, finding the cooler and pulling out a small bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrews the cap and takes a sip then hands me the bottle. He watches me as I take a small sip at first, then a longer drink, closing my eyes and relishing in the beautiful burn that trickles down my throat. Once I finished my sip, I hand the bottle back to him and he takes another sip for himself, offers the bottle back to me again but I decline.

"No I'm good, I want to remember at least something about tonight," I say as he caps the Jack Daniels bottle and sets it down on the cooler.

"Trust me, I won't let you forget," He says low and so lustfully, flipping his curls out of his face as his eyes flick over my body again. He moves closer to me placing his hands on my hips but I stop him.

"Wait... I wanna see you first," I say, not meaning to be so bold but I couldn't help it. My buzz was coming back and damn his body was driving me crazy.

"Uh huh... alright, I'll show you mine if you show me yours," He says so slyly.

"Deal... you first though," I smirk and he chuckles.

"How 'bout some music?" He raises his eyebrow at me and for some reason I get the feeling like he was trying to stall. I shrug and he moves into a crouch reaching into the front and suddenly his voice started coming out through the stereo.

"Fuck no, not me," He laughs and changes it to something else. Black Sabbath's Sweet Leaf. Perfect for the mood.

"Master of Reality?" I ask.

"Yea," He smiles at me as he returns to sitting cross legged across from me.

"Shirt," I gesture to him after a few moments of him glancing over my body again.

"Right," He chuckles looking down at himself for a moment, then takes off his button up shirt, his curls spilling across his chest as he tosses the shirt aside. Feeling bold from the drink of whiskey, I move into a kneeling position, reaching over and touching his chest, feeling every toned muscle and the smoothness of his skin. Fuck he's gorgeous. I move my hands over his shoulders and down his biceps admiring how his freckles show with his fresh tan from earlier today. He then looks up at me with that look of hunger.

"Now you," Chris says with his blue eyes gleaming at me. I smirk remembering our deal and move my hands to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head, revealing my black lacy push up bra to him as my dark curls fall down around my shoulders while I toss my shirt aside.

"Eh hmmm," He clears his throat gesturing for me to take off my bra. I take the hint... since he was completely shirtless, I should be too. I teasingly unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts before him and tossing it aside with my shirt.

"Jeezus," He exhales and bites his bottom lip as his hands move to my hips , his fingers trailing up my sides, his calloused fingers skipping over my pale skin, his thumbs softly caressing the sides of my breasts.

"Hard or soft?" He asks, his eyes lingering at my breasts, then wandering down.

"Hard. God, make it hard," I sigh. He chuckles as his eyes find mine again and with that, he flips me over so that he was on top of me, his lips immediately making contact with my neck while his hands scrambled to unbuckle my belt. I thought maybe of just suggesting that he just lift up my skirt instead, but he was able to finally unbuckle me, pulling it down over my hips, tossing it aside with the rest of my clothes. Soon enough we were both completely undressed, though he still kept those suede wrist bands on, and sat up for a moment to gaze at me.

"Damn," He whispers as I push a few curls out of my eyes.

"I could just eat you right now," He says as his eyes flick over my body again and I blush. It has been a long time since anyone gave me a compliment like that.

I open my legs flicking my eyes to his, and bite my bottom lip .

"Yea, exactly," He growls, flipping his curls and positioning himself, wasting no time in getting to work. As soon as his lips touched me I swear I wanted to scream. My clit was alive and throbbing even before his lips touched me but once his tongue went to work, I knew I was not going to last very long, but I can still go again.

His tongue flicks while his lips suck and I swear to god, it feels as if he is pulling the very soul right out of my body. His hands move to spread my legs farther open for him and I thought I was about to lose it. He is determined and so am I and never once did he let up, not even for a second.

Reaching up, threading my fingers through my own curls, gripping at my roots I start to pant, whimpering and moaning beneath him. My other hand goes for his hair, entwining my fingers through his curls encouraging him to continue sucking and flicking my clit. Once his fingers entered me, it was over.

"Jeezus fuck, Chris.. I'm gonna fucking cum," I whine, not even recognizing my own voice and he still never once let up. He moans against me, still sucking my clit for all it is worth and that is all the encouragement I need to finally let go. The wave of incredible orgasm took over my entire body, edging me once again and tipping over immediately after the first one. I whimper and groan a string of profanities that even a sailor would blush at.

When he finally lifts his head from between my legs, wiping his chin with his palm, his expression displaying that he is quite pleased with himself, I continue to pant trying to come down from my high and get my bearings again.

"Sounded like you needed that," He says.

"Uh huh," I pant.

"That better not be all you got tonight," He says  as he sits up to look at me.

"Uh uh... trust me I still got... a lot left in me... are you sure you can handle it though?" I tease in between my panting.

"After a performance like that, how could I not?" He smiles that devilish grin, flipping his curls out of his face once again.

"Prove it," I smirk batting my brown eyes at him. He bites his bottom lip and in one swift movement, he flips me over so that I was on my stomach and I giggle as I lift myself up on all fours. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me pack to him as he positions himself behind me.

"Hard remember?" I remind him as I glance back at him for a moment. His hand smacks my butt cheek which made me yelp in surprise and I start to giggle again.

He leans over me, his one hand still gripping my hip, his other moving to my hair entwining his fingers through and giving me a tug, pulling my head back as I gasp feeling completely turned on by his actions right now.

"Trust me I haven't forgotten," He purrs in my ear, his voice filled with lust and determination, his breath hot as his lips brush my earlobe, then moves to the spot just under my earlobe and bites, sending a wave of shivers all over my body. Then wasting no time once again, he inserts himself inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I cry out in surprise, as I knew it was coming but I didn't realize just how big he really was. Thank god he was gentle going in otherwise I would've stopped him.

"You alright?" He asks stopping for a moment.

"Yes... fuck, don't stop," I pant. I appreciated the fact that he was concerned for a moment but I'm not interested in niceties right now. He begins to move again and the feeling of him inside me completely filling me up is a feeling that I never knew I could have again.

"I said hard Chris," I instruct. He starts to thrust harder with more determination and tugs my curls once more. I start to whimper relishing in the length and fullness of him inside me. He bucks his hips against me and I respond, pushing back, moaning and panting. Then for some reason he moves his hand from my hip, moving up my side and around to my front pulling me up into a seated position with him still behind me. My curls fall down around me, falling across my face and he takes his one hand, brushing them off my shoulder, revealing that spot just under my earlobe again and presses his lips, softly brushing and kissing all along down to my shoulder.

It's starting to feel like he's trying to be gentle again and I don't want gentle.

"Chris stop," I say quickly.

"Huh?" He pants.

"Just... stop for a minute," I say moving off of him.

"You alright..? Did I hurt you?" He asks furrowing his brow at me and panting. I turn around to face him, flipping my curls out of my face.

"No, no you didn't hurt me," I pant trying to catch my breath. He studies me for a couple of moments as he tries to catch his breath.

"Just... um... can I be on top?" I look away from him for a moment and then flick my eyes back to him. I could feel that awkward moment creeping back in the van and I just wanted to get rid of it as fast as it appeared.

"Absolutely," He flashes me that devilish grin and moves to lay himself down on his back beside me, raising his arms and clasping his fingers together behind his head. My eyes wonder all over his body glancing at those perfect pecks and further still noticing he hasn't lost his arousal one bit.

I climb up on top of him as gracefully as I can, placing my hand around his shaft, finally getting a good look at just how large he really is which makes my heart beat a bit faster and I give him a squeeze in my hand.

"Damn," Was all he could get out before his eyes fluttered shut tilting his head back and biting his bottom lip. I worked him a little bit, pumping my hand up and down, earning moans of encouragement from him as a tiny bit of pre-cum released from him.

"You ready?" I ask.

"I have been for a while now," He breathes. With that I move to position myself, straddling him and guiding him inside me as best I can.

"Oh, fuck," He exhales as I start to move, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself. I arch my back rocking my hips against him, making sure to feel every inch of him inside me. I close my eyes and throw my head back as he reaches to grip my hips to help guide me.

"Oh god, yes... make me forget," I moan as he starts to buck his hips again.

"I'm not going to let you forget this... not one single... second... of... this," He pants in between each hard thrust and he suddenly flips me over so that I was now underneath him. I wrap my legs around him as tight as I can, moving my hands to his beautiful curls again threading my fingers through as he buries his face in my neck, biting in the most perfect way possible. I grind my hips against him, whimpering and moaning, feeling that pressure building up inside me. My fingers release from his hair, moving to his back and I find myself clawing and digging my fingers up and down as hard as I can.

"Fuck... I'm so fucking close," I whine.

"No, wait... not yet," Chris pleads and I respond by tightening my muscles around him.

"Ah, fuck..." He flicks his eyes open and looks at me.

"Protected?"

"Yes, go for it," I moan as he looks into my eyes. A few hard final thrusts and he was crying out just like he does in so many of his songs and in doing so, I release all of the hurt and pain I've endured, matching his orgasm with my own and forgetting just for a little while.

"Jeezus," I exhale as he lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me, placing his hands on either side of my face, brushing the stray curls out of my eyes. I study his eyes as he seems to not want to break his gaze from me at all and we lay there together not saying one word. The rumbling of thunder off in the distance, and Black Sabbath's Into The Void finally coming to an end signals to me that something more than just a fuck happened in this van, whether I care to admit it or not.

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[heartfeltheart]

N3H Prompt 7: Masaru and Mitsuki falling in love. (Masaru unknowingly getting a girlfriend, engaged, and married in a short time span.)

Asked by: @lunar-wolf-warrior​.

Prompt List: https://heartfeltheart.tumblr.com/post/190728905272/number3heroau-pick-or-send-a-prompt

Dating~

Mitsuki knew she wanted to be with Masaru when he was one of the few people in the entire Support Company, that did not devalue her due to her personality or the fact she’s a woman. If anything, he feared her. Good reason too, she may have accidentally slapped him due to a miscommunication, and he apologized before going on his own way. Later that same day, Mitsuki found a steaming cup of tea on her desk and an apology letter.

(She has that letter tucked away somewhere safe.)

Every day, since then, Mitsuki would find either a cup of tea or coffee on her desk with random notes. They were all about her either making sure she took enough breaks, to eat and rest properly. Just random little notes. Mitsuki didn’t tell him to stop sending her the notes, let alone buying her much-needed caffeine as she got a kick out of them.

Even if the notes were nowhere near of being flirty or hold any sort of romantic notation in them, Mitsuki was hooked, line and sinker.

Now, Mitsuki wasn’t the type of person to just let things… fall into place. She was the type of person to go out there and make things happen. For that, she was going to take the initiative. That started with her delivering coffee…

“Hey, Masaru, let’s go get dinner. Catch a movie?” Mitsuki had pulled Masaru to her eye level by pulling him down with the use of his tie. This caused the male to laugh nervously.

“I g-guess I could go out tonight…” Masaru nervously agreed to the dinner and movie.

“Good.”

Dinner and a movie became something they did every other weekend. It got to the point where it was written into their schedules and it was just them having to pick a movie and a place to eat. This went on for some months before it began to dwindle down with Masaru canceling them last minute. It got so bad; they haven’t been out together in over a month.

Mitsuki marched up to Masaru’s office to demand why he has been avoiding her for the good part of the month. When she got to the office, she came to the sight of a rising Pro-Hero being scolded by Masaru. That wasn’t what caught her attention. What really caught her attention is the baby in Masaru’s arms and a three-year-old trying to get on the man’s desk.

An odd sight, a very odd sight. No more than seeing Masaru starting to pull on Endeavor’s ear to pull him down to eye level.

“I told you time after time, I do not mind watching over my god-children,” Masaru stated an in even tone, to ensure to not startle the baby in his arms. “But a call ahead of time is all I am asking for. The last thing we both need is someone finding out I am your unofficial babysitter and cause trouble. That and…”

Masaru’s voice trailed off when he saw Mitsuki at the doorway of his office. This was what he wanted to avoid. She didn’t know his connection to Endeavor and Glacial. It wasn’t something he told people, for fear of people not believing him or using it to their advantage. His reason for not telling Mitsuki mainly has to do with the fact…well, there was no exact reason he hasn’t told her. He got so used to not telling anyone, he just continued with it. “Hi… Mitsuki…”

Endeavor turned his head, ignoring how Masaru still has a hold of his ear, to see the famous Mitsuki. Masaru had mentioned her as the woman that he’s been going out to the movies and dinners for who knows how long. “Is this your secret girlfriend? The one you’ve been hiding from us?”

“Er….what?” Masaru’s entire face turned bright red at the question.

“Yeah, I’m the secret girlfriend.” Mitsuki grinned widely at Masaru’s gobsmacked expression. Her grin only grew at the fact Masaru didn’t deny anything. “We’ve been together for the past couple of months.”

Masaru mouthed out the word ‘months’ and tried to figure out when the hell did he become Mitsuki’s boyfriend, or her being his girlfriend. The more the thought it through, he began to realize what they have been doing could have many consider themselves as a couple. And he didn’t mind it all that much.

Moving in~

In the one year of first meeting Mitsuki, Masaru would have never thought he’d be in a relationship with her. Friendly outings turned into romantic outings. The following weekend after it has been officially confirmed they were seeing each other; a massive step was taken for their relationship that only has Masaru solidifying their relationship in his mind.  

Since then, Masaru began to take notice that Mitsuki’s belongings started to pop up in his apartment. At first, it was simply toiletries. Nothing out of the norm. Then clothes, a bunch of clothes. So much so, that it resulted in Masaru standing in his walk-in closet and saw that all his things were in a small corner of the closet. The rest of the space was filled with Mitsuki’s belongings.

Mitsuki walked into the closest, humming. She looked through the clothes and promptly pulled out a dress. Her humming grew softer as she reached up and pecked Masaru’s cheek. “Hurry, otherwise, we’ll be late for work.”

Engaged~

“Favorite color.”

“Green. Preferably, dark green.”

“Fabric?”

“I like silk.”

“Are you allergic to any flowers?”

“No… Not that I am aware of…”

“Favorite type of cake?”

“Er… chocolate?”

“What abo-”

“Why are you asking me all of these questions, Mitsuki?” Masaru called out from his bathroom, all morning, Mitsuki has been asking him seemingly random questions nonstop. After washing his face, he walked out of the bathroom to see Mitsuki sitting on his bed surrounded by multiple notebooks, pamphlets, magazines, pieces of fabric and flowers. “Mitsuki?”

“I’m planning our wedding, Masaru.” Mitsuki didn’t look away from the magazine she was looking at. She didn’t see how Masaru nearly tripped on the carpet and landing on the bed with an audible groan. At this, Mitsuki pulled the magazine down to glare down at Masaru. “It took me all morning to fix all of this!”

“Wedding!?!” Masaru managed to squeak out, he attempted to scramble up but lost his footing to the only plop back down on the bed.

“Yeah, isn’t that someone who is engaged supposed to do? Planning a wed-” A sudden realization hit Mitsuki and it had her scrambling to her bedside table. Masaru watched her looking through the bedside table as he slowly began to sit up with confusion clearly written on his face. When Mitsuki found has the male’s jaw drop, a velvet ring box. “I knew I kept forgetting to do something. Let’s get married.”

Mitsuki shoved the ring box into Masaru’s hands, her grin became strain when he stared blankly at it. Maybe she should have asked him before she started with the plans or… just talked to him about the possibility of marriage. “It’s black titanium with a matte finished.”

Masaru gradually opened the box and sucked in a deep breath at the sight of the ring. The ring is simple and not over the top, it was something he could easily envision himself wearing. Without much else though, he plucked the ring out of the box and slid it on his ring finger. Fit like a glove. “Could my friends be part of the wedding?”

“Rei, Inko and I are going dress shopping this weekend. Enji is waiting to see what color would go great with the bridesmaid dresses.”

‘They all knew but me…’ Masaru inwardly wept at the thought of his friends knowing he’s getting married before himself.

Marriage~

Masaru figured out the reason why Mitsuki was in a hurry for their wedding mainly came in the form of her mother. Mitsuki’s mother, Keiko makes his fiancé look like an actual angel. It was clear from the beginning that Keiko never approved of Mitsuki’s life choices, criticizing her every step of her way. It had gotten so bad that several of the flower arrangements were changed all thanks to Keiko, who keeps insisting she knew best.

Mitsuki wanted to plan everything out to the last detail and her mother keeps ruining everything. What really broke her, was when Keiko accidentally spilled wine on the wedding dress the week before the wedding. It took Enji having to drag Mitsuki out of the room before she could beat her mother with a wine bottle.

Shaking his head at Keiko’s and quickly followed after Enji to be with Mitsuki. The Pro-Hero left the room, locking the door behind himself to leave the couple alone. Masaru took hold of Mitsuki and held her close to him. What caused his heart to break, are hearing her cries as she clutched to his shirt. It took several hours for Mitsuki’s tears to dry away. This resulted in her beginning to go on why she never got along with her mother.

Apparently, the woman controlled every single detail in her daughter’s life and even after graduating from high school. Wanting to plan everything, everything in her life.

Mitsuki knew the only way to get away from Keiko was to move to a different country or get married. She quickly stated that she loves Masaru and would have married him one way or another.

A soft ping interrupted Mitsuki and has them scrambling to her phone. It was a message sent from Rei. The message compromised of a picture of two wedding dress.

Inko and I still have our wedding dresses from when we got married to our husbands. I bet Masaru could tailor one of them to your taste? -Rei

“Masaru… you have fucking amazing friends.”

[the--blackdahlia]

You’re All That I Need Chapter 13 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 13

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby​​​!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

Tommy was a pain in the ass for the rest of his pregnancy, at least according to Vince he was. Mick and Vince took turns helping Nikki out to keep Tommy entertained. Tommy loved it when Vince was there, because Vince would let him up to either sit on the balcony or in the recliner next to the bed. Which pissed Nikki off but made Tommy so happy, so Nikki kept his protest to the minimum.

“I’m so fat,” Tommy groaned. “Vince, I want to go out onto the balcony, walk off some of this fat.”

"You are not fat, your gorgeous, but yes a few hours in the sun might make you feel better." Vince bent over to help Tommy stand up. When they got Tommy's feet under him, he took a couple steps, even Vince knew something was up. He looked over at Tommy, who was wide eyed.

"Uh...Vince...." Tommy's voice was shaky, "I.... I think my water broke...."

Vince looked down and sure enough, Tommy was right. Vince looked back up at Tommy, a million things running through both of their minds.

"How are you feeling? Let's get you to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we'll call Nikki.” Vince told him, trying to be calm for everyone involved.

"Right now, I'm ok, and yea I would like to get cleaned up," Tommy admitted. Vince helped him to the bathroom and helped him to the seat in the shower, Tommy stripped down and hosed off. Vince made sure Tommy was careful as he dried off and helped him into new clothes and back to bed. Vince picked up the house phone and called the studio where Mick was laying down guitar tracks.

“Hello?” Nikki answered, the sound of Mick’s guitar in the background as he worked on the song.

"Hey Nikki,” Vince greeted him. He was trying to think of a way to tell him what was going on, and instead, he figured the best way was to just come right out and say it. “Tommy's water broke, he's fine, the contractions aren't bad yet but you probably want to get home."

Vince didn’t even hear anything besides the phone falling and Mick calling out “what the fuck is going on?”

“Is he on his way?” Tommy asked, gritting his teeth a little. Vince hung up the phone and sat down by Tommy.

"Yes, is that a contraction?" Vince checked in, ready to time contractions. He had a watch and everything.

“Y-yeah,” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Vince.”

"Ok, up we go we are leaving, Nikki will figure it out." Vince said more calmly then he felt.

“Hospital,” Tommy nodded. “My baby is not being born in this fucking bed!” He got out of bed with Vince’s help. “Nikki’s had my overnight bag packed for the past three weeks. It’s by the door. Can you grab it?”

"Got it," Vince helped Tommy down the stairs and to the front door, only pausing for long enough to scrawl on a post it note 'hospital' and sticking it to the outside of the door on the way out. Vince helped Tommy to the car, and held his hand as he drove as quickly and safely as he could. Vince was so focused he didn't see Nikki pass him, going the other way.

“I think we’ve got some time,” Tommy nodded, resting in the passenger seat. “I’m sorry Vince.”

"Nothing to be sorry for, I've been timing them, you're about 5 minutes apart. We do need to go to the hospital," Vince had never been so glad Mick had found him the pregnancy book as an audio book so he could listen to it.

He was prepared, at least, he felt prepared.

******

"Sixx! Sixx! Slow down! We just passed Vince. I think they are headed to the hospital." Mick pointed behind them.

"Fuck!" Nikki pulled an illegal u-turn and took off after them.

******

Vince was tracking Tommy's contractions all the way to the hospital. He pulled up to the doors in front of the ER and helped Tommy out of the car. Tommy held onto him.

"Fuck...Vince it hurts..." Tommy cried.

Vince wrapped an arm around him to soothe him, while ushering him inside as quickly as they could. Once inside, Vince started barking at the nurses; Tommy's information, how far the contractions were and calling for help. The nurses whisked them to the back taking Tommy's vitals and hooking him to all the monitoring equipment. Tommy was anxious, it was obvious to anyone wouldn’t feel the emotion radiating off of him.

Once everything was squared away, they were getting ready to get Tommy upstairs to the maternity ward when Vince heard Nikki hit the waiting room. He headed back through the door to get the alpha.

"Tommy... my mate.... wh... Vince? Is everything ok?" Nikki was panicked and Mick was doing his best to reign him in. He wouldn’t be calm until he saw Tommy with his own eyes.

"Nikki, he’s fine. Calm down, okay? They are getting ready to take him up to the maternity floor, come on," Vince explained.

"Woah excuse me, who are all of you?" The nurse asked, hands up to stop the three of them. Mick stepped forward so Nikki wouldn’t rip the beta’s throat out.

“This is Tommy Lee's mate and we are the rest of his pack." He explained. She seemed satisfied with his answer, because she let them pass.

When they reached Tommy's new room, Mick went down the hall to the payphone bank to call Tommy's family. He promised that he would be back as quick as he could, because Tommy didn't want any of them to leave and was being very vocal about it.

Tommy's mom and sister made it to the hospital as Tommy hit full active labor. Mick left for just long enough to greet them and tell them that he would be back as soon as the baby was born. So they waited in the family room while Mick returned to his pack.

Tommy's labor was quick and with few complications, even though the pre-eclampsia had made his pregnancy hell. After a little while, Tommy delivered a beautiful healthy baby girl. The smiles on Tommy and Nikki’s face were something that made both Vince and Mick’s hearts swell. Once everything was taken care of and Tommy was cleaned up, Vince headed down to bring Tommy's mom and sister to meet the new addition.

"Tommy baby, how are you feeling?" Tommy's mom was by his side as soon as she got in the room.

“Tired,” Tommy smiled some. Vince and Athena slipped out of the room, since it was a little crowded and Tommy already looked smothered.

“Wow, it’s incredible that there’s two omega children in your family,” Vince commented as they walked down the hall. Athena just started to laugh. “What?” He looked over at her, wondering what was so funny.

“Stereotypical ass,” She smirked. “I’m an alpha.”

“Wait, what?” Vince’s eyes widened.

“Tommy didn’t tell you?” She asked. “Eh, I guess it probably never came up. And he was hiding he was an omega for so long. I’m honestly surprised his pregnancy was this smooth.” She looked Vince up and down and sniffed. “You don’t smell like an omega. I’m guessing beta because you sure aren’t giving off alpha vibes. But, you still have a bit of a scent. What the fuck are you?” She eyed him, trying to break down exactly what he was.

"Beta, the scent is from this," Vince held up his wrist. "It's a pack bond". She sniffed the bracelet.

“I guess that could be it,” She shrugged. “So, you’re in a pack with my brother huh?” Her high heeled boots made a clicking noise as they walked down the hallway, and Vince could just feel the alpha oozing off of her.

"Yea, we all agreed that it was the best option to allow us to tour and record without issue," Vince supplied. "But we all love Tommy and would do anything for him.”

“You better,” She all but snarled. “I’m assuming if Tommy didn’t tell you that I’m an alpha, he didn’t tell you how protective I am.” She smirked a little. “I might be younger, but this fuck face broke my brothers nose, and I broke his balls.” Vince was practically vibrating, she was the closest thing to sex on two legs Vince had ever met. "You are aware that was a threat?" Athena snapped, waving a hand in Vince's face, "You act like an omega. You should have found that terrifying."

“I...uh…” Fuck, was his voice squeaking? It hadn’t done that in years. And he was starting to get hard. Fuck, he was embarrassing himself in front of the hot alpha. “S-sorry…”

“You’re hopeless. It’s cute,” She smirked. “But I’m taking it that I’m not the one you have your eye on. The idea of me being an alpha does things to you, but there’s someone else.” She turned the corner. “Hey Mick. Need help with the coffee?” Mick had been staring at them as they spoke, but he had looked down when they started to turn his way.

"Uh, yea not enough hands…” Mick mumbled, a little distracted by everything.

“You gonna be a little bitch or are you gonna offer to help too?” Athena asked. Vince gulped and took two cups from Mick while he got a cup carrier ready. Athena smirked and looked from Mick to Vince. “So...are you both betas or what?”

“Yep,” Mick grumbled, not looking at her. Athena looked at Vince.

“Why don’t you go ahead and head back with that? I’m gonna help Mick and I want to look at the vending machine offerings,” Athena told the frontman.

“Oh, okay,” He nodded and headed off. Athena looked at Mick.

"Hmmm,” She looked him up and down. “You’re not telling the whole story. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm pretty sure that pretty blonde might have a thing for you, just like I'm pretty sure you're not just a beta." Athena gave him another once over before heading to the vending machines. Mick headed back with the rest of the coffees and Athena joined them a few minutes later.

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[neo-couture]

i’ll give you one more time

You had the house to yourself as your husband, mafia boss!Lucas was out on “business” and wouldn’t be returning until the next day. Admittedly, you had gotten quite used to his company over the past several months. At first, your “marriage” had been an inconvenience, an annoyance, a disturbance in your life. You’d had other plans, wanting to avoid the gang life with every fiber of your being. Until the situation in Seoul was almost at it’s breaking point; violence and murders and thefts terrorized the city and the two major gangs involved: your father’s and Lucas’. Both sides were devastated by losses until finally they came to a truce. And the only way to ensure no side would betray the other was to have a merger. A marriage. Yours and Lucas’. Over time, however, you became well acquainted with Lucas’ charming mannerisms, his corny jokes, and his genuine kindness, a stark contrast to the image painted of him. You hated to admit, but you felt yourself falling for him. Fast. Which still struck you as odd and confusing, considering he and your father had once been bitter rivals, and your family swore to destroy Lucas and burn his empire to the ground.

You had been absolutely livid when your father first mentioned the marriage and you didn’t speak to your family for over a month. Your father begged and pleaded with you to see it from his point of view. You did. And you still wouldn’t have done what he did. And you resented him greatly for it. Eventually, you spoke to him a little more, mainly because you knew in his line of work it’s best to end on good terms just in case, but it was still awkward and cold. You weren’t ready to forgive him just yet. Marriage was not something you were particularly focused on, but you had assumed that if you did get married, it would be to someone you chose. More to the point, the “gang life” was not something you chose either, but rather something that was decided for you before you were born and thrust upon you before you could even speak. Maybe the lifelong resentment had been building and building, until your father suggested you marry Lucas and then it just snapped. That had really been the breaking point.

The wedding was a small affair; just your immediate family and Lucas’, as well as the more prominent figures of each gang. There was no celebration or ceremony or party(ies), just signing some papers and making it official, and ending with a brief kiss.

That night, in yours and Lucas’ bed, you lay apart, facing away from each other. You cried quietly; angry, resentful, betrayed, lonely, conflicted. At one point Lucas shifted, gently touching your arm. “I’m sorry.”

--

The house you lived in was massive; big enough that you could avoid each other. Which you did, at first. Sometimes you bumped into each other in the halls, mumbling awkward apologies before the both of you scurried in opposite directions. His gang was sometimes over and you would have to make an appearance. You were always surprised, and slightly confused, at how nice they were to you. It was a bizarre juxtaposition; these guys hugging you and smiling and laughing after returning from killing someone. These gatherings were odd in so many ways because you found that you surprisingly didn’t mind them; you actually almost enjoyed them? It gave you a sense of normalcy, like you were with friends you had known your whole life. Often you’d perch on the arm of Lucas’ chair and his hand would always find your waist, staying there for the duration of the night. You found you enjoyed his touch, craved it even. So much so that you looked forward to events and gatherings when you and Lucas would have to play the part. Because maybe there wasn’t so much “playing” anymore, at least not for you; maybe you actually loved Lucas now, for real.

Maybe.

After a couple weeks of being married, you and Lucas had decided to try. Try in the sense that you would sleep together on most nights. There was little talking, little affection, but you enjoyed it immensely. Lucas knew how to fuck. And he would do little things that warmed your heart, like asking if you were okay, bringing you a glass of water, fluffing your pillows. Things he didn’t need to do that weren’t necessarily overtly affectionate, yet felt so intimate. And often, you would catch him staring as you got ready for bed, when you were reading, eating, or just sitting. As soon as he noticed you looking, he’d avert his gaze, flushing.

And he often did these small gestures that he tried to distance himself from but you knew they were his doing. Like making you your favourite dish after you just mentioned it, asking for your input on basically everything (“business” stuff, décor, TV shows, music), and just generally trying to make you feel at home. One evening, you came home after dinner at your parents’ to find a stack of brochures for different universities across Korea on the table. You sifted through them, frowning in confusion and intrigue. Lucas entered the room a moment later, surprised to see you, and stammered when he noticed the brochures in your hand. “I er, you mentioned wanting to go to university so I uh I just thought I would find some for you? I’m not saying you have to or anything, obviously, just if you’re interested. Either way it’s- yeah.” He ducked his head and exited the room, blushing as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

After that, something clicked into place. Sleeping together felt more intimate and less like hooking up – is hooking up the correct term when you’re married? You made a mental note to ask Donghyuck later. He’d know. Regardless, your heart began to soften and the subtle touches between the two of you became more frequent – an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, kissing your cheek. And sex involved more touching, kissing, whispering, and you were always very much aware of the times when Lucas would slide his hand into yours and how his lips would gently press into your skin.

You also became more affectionate with him; kissing him on the cheek in return, and offering reassuring touches when Lucas was stressed. Even when his friends came by, it wasn’t just Lucas who was touching you, you were touching him. A hand on his thigh, or an arm looped through his. You smiled more around him, genuinely enjoying his company, and Lucas in turn would brighten, a new bounce in his step. 

You smiled as you thought of how things had changed, all of it leading up to the present moment: Lucas stumbling into your home propped up by Kun and Winwin. His head was bleeding and so was his side. You shot up from your chair, rushing to them. Kun and Winwin looked at you in surprise, not expecting you to be awake at this hour. This was another thing that had changed; you waited up for Lucas when he was out on business until he came home.

“What happened?” you asked with wide eyes.

Kun opened his mouth to speak when Lucas cut him off. “I’m fine, babe. Don’t worry.” He gave you a smile but you didn’t buy it. You followed them to the bathroom and Lucas plopped onto the toilet seat with a quiet groan. He was clearly trying to mask the pain around you. Kun and Winwin left to call someone, you didn’t catch who, while you waited with Lucas. You dug out the first aid kit you kept in almost every bathroom for situations such as this and began dabbing at the blood on his face. Fortunately, the gash didn’t look as horrible as it seemed once it was clean, but it was still pretty nasty.

“Please tell me what happened,” you pleaded softly.

“Are you worried about me?” He asked as a joke, always one to keep it light, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. Unable to answer as your throat tightened, the tears welling up in your eyes spoke for you.

His hands reached out for you, holding you by your thighs. Tears began to spill from your eyes down your cheeks, and you were both surprised by your reaction. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. It was dumb to joke, I’m sorry. But I really am fine, angel.” You swallowed and nodded; you didn’t feel ready to press further, but you planned to later.

Once his wound was clean – the one on his side requiring more practiced hands; the group’s doctor was on his way over, Kun had said – Lucas slowly stood up, wincing and propped himself up on the counter. You let him hang on to you, using your arm as a brace, and he kept his hand there even after he was stable. You were standing close, the moment feel far too intimate for what you were used to with Lucas, but neither moved away. His hands tentatively snaked around your waist, pulling you between his legs. He smiled at you, that typical crooked smile, and kissed you. You felt your whole body flush as kissing outside of sex was rare and it just felt so intimate.

Lucas held your chin, thumb gently stroking, as he admired you. “I’ve been thinking,” he started. He didn’t continue for a long time, as if he was debating whether or not he should say what he wanted. “I- I uh I want to get married for real. You and me. Like, the whole nine yards and everything. But I don’t want rush it, and I don’t want it to be for your dad or the gang or anyone else, I want it to be for us.” You breath caught in your throat, stunned. “If you want, of course,” Lucas rushed to add, face flushing in embarrassment. He seemed to regret mentioning it when you didn’t immediately reply, and looked away so you wouldn’t see the tears welling up in his eyes.

Feeling guilty, you held his head in your hands, urging him to look at you. “Yes.” Lucas blinked. “I- I would like that very much.” Lucas let out a cross between a laugh and a sigh of relief, his hands shaking. His eyes lit up and were brimming with more tears, happy tears.

“Wow, that’s- wow. That went so much better than I expected.” He chuckled. “I love you by the way. In case that wasn’t clear. I know we’ve never said it but like- yeah.”

You laughed. “I love you too, Lucas.” You thought distantly that just a few months ago, you would’ve hated yourself for admitting it. But now, you had let go of all that. You wanted to give you and Lucas a chance. He pulled you in for a kiss. It was wet, on account of you both crying, but it was wonderful, perfect even. You felt all the anger and resentment that had been building up just wash away. It didn’t even matter anymore.

“I’m- I’m glad you feel the same, because I have something to ask you.” You scoffed, knowing what was coming.

“Will you marry me again?”

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My Sweet Avi Girl

  A family vacation was just what we thought we needed. We had saved and planned for a long time to make this vacation possible. The day had finally come for us to go but what was supposed to be the “The Happiest Place on Earth” during “Most Wonderful Time of the Year”, turned out to be one of the saddest and scariest times we have ever had. It was Christmas 2014 and we were just about to embark on a fabulous family vacation at Disney. We knew that this was probably going to be the last time we would ever be able to have a family vacation with all our children together, and we were going to make the most of it. It all started going downhill just a few hours into the 20-hour drive to Florida. We have never had much luck with family vacations, one of our kiddos (usually Jesse) always get sick, but this one was BY FAR the worst EVER.

  This story needs a little bit of back history, though, to tie it all together, so let’s go back to August 2014. We had just gotten the call that there were two little girls, sisters, in need of foster placement. One of the little girls had a trach and since we are a medically fragile foster home we were asked if could take them. The girls would be our first placement so, of course, we jumped at the chance. Our, now daughter Onna, came to us the next morning, she was as cute as a button. Avery, though, was in such bad shape that they brought her directly to the hospital. She remained in the hospital for two weeks while she recovered.

  Avery’s trach was so badly neglected while in her previous home, which caused it to become severely infected. She was filthy from head to toe, and her hair was matted to her head.  She smelled horrible! She was tiny and frail and extremely dehydrated. It was obvious that she had little, to no, positive human contact, because she was so afraid of everything and everybody. My heart broke for this tiny little girl.

   It took several days for Avery to realize that when I reached out to her I was not going to hurt her, and within a week we had developed a pretty strong bond. I would have to move slowly and gently, but once I would get her onto my lap, she would just melt right into me. A lot of times she would bury her head into my chest and just sob with relief, but If I would make any sudden movements she would lash out, kicking, hitting and biting. I knew this was just her fight or flight protective defense mechanism but it crushed me every time. One day when she did this I just started singing to her quietly. I sang the first thing that came to head. It wasn’t even a real song and seemed silly, but to this day I will still sing it to her when she is upset. It always calms her right down. The words are just, “My sweet Avi girl, my sweet Avi girl, my sweet Avi girl, Avi, Avi, Avi, Avi girl”.

  When we were able to finally bring Avery home, we noticed that her trach would often bleed, not just around the sight, but when we would suction it, as well. This is not a normal occurrence with a trach, but when we had mentioned it to the doctor, he just figured it was because of the severe infection she had had. We just needed to watch and wait to see if it got better. She would have days where everything would look normal and then a few days where we would see some blood. Nothing ever too extreme, though.

  Vacation day had come and we loaded up the van with our luggage and kids and set out on our big adventure. A few hours into the trip it came time to feed Avery. She was fed through a tube in her stomach, so we didn’t need to stop to do this. We just hooked her tube up and fed her while she sat in her car seat. The formula she was on, back then, was a special formula that we needed to order from the pharmacy. When we went to pick it up from our pharmacy the day before we left on vacation, we were told that it was on back order (it would have been nice to have been informed of that before we went to pick it up). We knew we wouldn’t have enough formula for our trip and that we couldn’t just buy it off the shelf, so the pharmacy started calling around to see if any of the other pharmacies had some. They were finally able to locate some and I set off to get it. Now, when you go to a pharmacy to pick up an order you expect it to be in “sellable” condition. The formula came in individual serving containers and from the outside everything looked fine. I loaded up the boxes of formula into the van and headed on my way.

   When we gave Avery the first container of formula in the car everything seemed fine. It didn’t appear that anything was wrong with the formula…until about 20 minutes later. Avery started projectile vomiting. She did this several times within a half hour, but then she stopped. We thought that maybe she just had some car sickness. The time came to feed her again, but this time we fed her when we had stopped to get everyone else something to eat. We thought feeding her while we were out of the car would help with the car sickness. Once again, she got violently sick, this time after only 10 minutes. It then dawned on us that there must be something wrong with the formula. When we looked closely at the container, we were horrified to see that it had actually expired over a year earlier! The pharmacy had sold us expired formula!!! At this point Avery was a hot mess. She now had diarrhea on top of the vomiting. We decided we needed to make an unplanned pitstop at a hotel to call the doctor, clean her up and get her hydrated with Pedialyte.

  Everything seemed to be much better the next morning. The doctor felt that it was most likely food poisoning and said if her symptoms improved, it was fine to continue on. The Pedialyte help with rehydrating her and she was keeping it down, so we ventured on our way. When we got to our resort in Florida, however, Avery was beginning to have increased work of breathing, her oxygen needs had gone up, and she had a little more blood in her trach than normal. She was “acting” normal, though. We made the decision to not go into any of the Disney parks that day and to just let her rest and recover a little bit more. The next morning, she woke up happy and everything appeared to be better, so we all got up and decided that we would go to Hollywood Studios. This was the day after Christmas and the park was packed. We had decided to split off into two groups, because the big kids really didn’t want to do the same things as Jesse, Onna and Avery. After a couple of hours Onna really wanted to go see the Frozen show, so we headed there. This was the first time that I noticed there was something “off” with Avery, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on in…mother’s intuition. When we got to the show we ran into the others, and Onna asked them to come and watch the show with her, so they did. I am so glad they did. The show was just about over when I noticed Avery go pale, glassy-eyed and sweating profusely. I told everybody that we needed to leave, that something was really wrong with her. We hightailed it out of the park and made our way back to our room. What happened next was one of the scariest things I have ever been through…and I have been through a lot in my life!

  When we got back to our room, we rushed Avery in and onto the bed in one of the bedrooms. She had a pink tinged froth coming from her mouth and she was very agitated. When I took the HME off her trach to suction her, blood just started pouring out of it. I screamed for Tony to call 911 while my son, Caleb, helped me with Avery. Our son, Benjamin, gathered all the other kids and brought them into another room so they wouldn’t see, what we all thought, were Avery’s final moments. There was Just so much blood, she was spewing it everywhere. The panic in her eyes was horrific. She was literally drowning in her own blood.

  It didn’t take long for the ambulance to get to us, but it felt like an eternity. When they walked in, the look of shocked on their faces said it all. Avery was literally fighting for her life. Nobody seemed to know what to do. I was bagging her with an ambu bag and had her oxygen was up to 10 liters. Nobody stepped up to take my place with bagging, so I just continued…all the way to the hospital.

  The hospital they brought us to was a complete joke. When they wheel us in the door, I was over top of Avery, straddling her, and still bagging her. I was covered in blood. Everyone in the ER stopped what they were doing and just stared at us. Now I was beginning to panic, was I really the only person in the hospital who was actually actively trying to save her? I started yelling things like, “I need suction”, and “don’t you think we should try racemic epi?” I kid you not, everybody just STILL continued to stare. I finally screamed, “I need somebody to help me!”. It was then that a someone got on the phone and called someone to assist. A transport team from an area children’s hospital was called to transport her to a facility that was better equipped to care for her needs, but they were over an hour away with all of the Christmas traffic.  Someone then called a local pediatrician, who came in to assist until the transport team arrived.

   I can’t remember the name of that pediatrician, I wish I would have had the sense of mind to get his name, but the one thing I can tell you about him was he was a true godsend. Once the transport team got to the hospital he broke down and admitted to us that he, too, had no idea what he was doing. He had been just as terrified as we were. You would have never known that, though. The whole time he was cool, calm and collected. When he walked into the room, he commanded it and appeared very confident (not cocky, though). What we didn’t know was that every time he left the room, he would frantically call the transport team to get their ETA and get further instruction as to how to keep her alive until they got there. He, also, told us that the racemic ep,i that I demanded when we first got there, was what most likely kept her alive. As the transport team was getting her ready for transport we cried and prayed with this doctor. I will be forever grateful for him.

  Once we got to the children’s hospital Avery’s condition stabilized. She was definitely not out of the woods, but at least she was comfortable. They kept her heavily sedated for several days. She was on ridiculously high vent settings in the beginning, but gradually improved. She was in the PICU our whole two weeks of vacation. What they thought had happened was, when she got so violently sick from the bad formula, the vomiting had caused an arterial bleed at her trach site. I wasn’t totally convinced, but the bleeding had subsided with a cuffed trach, so maybe. The last day of our vacation they finally deemed her ready to travel. She was very weak but seemed to be okay. We just wanted to her home.

The beginning of the trip went off without a hitch, but at about the halfway point the shit really hit the fan. The bleeding had started up again, and we were in the middle of nowhere! The bleeding, by no means, was as bad as it was the day she went into the hospital, but it was still heavier than her normal bleeding. Her respiratory status was deteriorating, as well. Her oxygen needs had gone way up, and she needed several liters just to keep her pulse ox at 88%. The scariest part was we only a couple of tanks of oxygen left. There was NO way that, at the rate we were going through the oxygen, we were going to have enough to get her home. We prayed the whole way home. The only sound in the van for hours were the sounds of Avery’s pulse ox machine alarming and her labored breathing. When we had to stop and change out her tank to the very last one, we were so worried. The math just didn’t add up and, without a miracle, we wouldn’t have near enough to get home. We had sent a plea out on Facebook asking for ideas. We knew if we stopped at a hospital, they would admit her and we didn’t want to be stuck so far from home. I had been mapping all the hospitals on the route home, so we knew just how far away each one was. I was continually assessing Avery’s condition and we would have stopped if we really needed to.  A friend responded to my Facebook post and had contacted a friend of hers who was a durable medical equipment CEO. He inboxed me and let me know that if we could make it to the Michigan border he could ensure we could get more oxygen. That was a huge relief.

  By some miracle we made it home with that last oxygen tank. It was, certainly, the quickest trip home from Orlando EVER. We made it in just over 17 hours. I don’t know how fast Tony was driving, and I probably don’t want to, but it was such a relief to be home.

  Avery was admitted to the PICU shortly after we arrived home, where she would remain for six long weeks. Once home, she took a major turn for the worst and started hemorrhaging from her lungs over and over. Nobody was quite sure what was wrong with her, but what they all agreed on was it was most likely going to kill her. Every time she would make even a slight movement, she would start bleeding again. Her CT scans and x rays looked horrible; her lungs were filled with blood. They wanted to do a lung biopsy, but she was just too unstable to take her to surgery. They were keeping her heavily sedated and giving her paralytics to prevent her from moving and slow the bleeding. Finally, she has a small window where they thought she was stable enough to perform the biopsy.

  When Avery came back from surgery alive everybody breathed a sigh of relief. With the biopsy done they could now start treating her with high dose steroids. Her medical team wasn’t certain, but they were suspecting that Avery had some type of autoimmune disorder causing her lungs to bleed. If they would have treated her with steroids before the biopsy, the steroids would have skewed the result and a diagnosis would, most likely, be impossible. Four weeks later the results came in. Avery, indeed, had an autoimmune disorder called pulmonary capillaritis. This disease causes the capillaries in the lungs to rupture. Most of the time, people who have this autoimmune disorder don’t have all their capillaries in their lungs rupture all at once, but it is thought that the intense vomiting has caused so much pressure in her already damaged lungs and her body just went into overdrive.

  Avery would need to be treated with three different immunosuppressive meds for several years. She was just actually weaned from her last immunosuppressive medication and deemed in “full remission” this past fall. It’s kind of ironic, we couldn’t wait for the day when Avery could finally be weaned off all her medications and deemed healthy, but now, we almost wish she could still be on one…hydroxychloroquine. The drug they are saying could, most likely, be a treatment for this horrible COVID19, that devastating the whole world, was the drug she was on the longest to treat her devastating life-threatening condition. Hmmm, irony at its finest.

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: Concussion!

Note: There will be smut and it will be a doctor AU. It was requested by @sarahegerton96. Love, I hope that you like this and I hope that it meets everything that you had pictured in your head. Please excuse all the mistakes in this. I did try and edit this but I may have missed some things.

If you think that it needs a part two, let me know. Happy reading!

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Whoever thought the it would be a good idea to invent the mosh pit was a right prat. Y/n and her friends were lucky enough to score tickets to an Elton John concert and to say that y/n was excited would be a complete understatement. She stood up the front with other fans who were a little more excited than her and long story short, she ended up getting hit in the head by some man’s elbow. It shocked her but she didn’t feel any different initially. As time went on however, the music started make her head feel like it was splitting in two.

She pushed her way through the crowd and went to her friends again. “Y/n are you ok? you look really pale.” Jenna said, taking note of y/n’s appearance. “I don’t feel so good.” Y/n replied as she put her hand on the area of her head that the man’s elbow made contact with. “Let’s go, we’re taking you to the hospital.” Dennis said as he took hold of y/n’s hand and walked back to the car they had arrived in. As they drove to the building, y/n’s heart started to race at an alarming rate. “Are we almost there Dennis? She looks like she’s going to be sick or pass out.” Jenna panicked. “Yeah we are. Y/n, just breathe.” Dennis instructed as he kept his eyes on the road.

 They arrived before too long and just as they walked into the ER, y/n collapsed. “Oh fuck!” Jenna exclaimed as she saw her friend fall to the ground, hitting her head quite hard. Hearing the commotion, Taron ran over to the fallen woman to try and assess the situation. When he realized that she wasn’t responding, his mouth connected with hers as he preformed mouth to mouth. Fortunately for him, his method worked and she came to. Y/n looked up at the man above her and smiled as best she could but it turned into a painful groan. By this point, more doctors had come to help Taron escort the girl to a room for farther assessment.

It was determined that y/n had a severe concussion (Grade 3 Concussion) and would have to stay in the hospital for the next few days or so that they could observe her and make sure that she was healing the way she was supposed to. Dennis and Jenna were informed of the hospital’s plan and they went to go see y/n for a few minutes before making the journey home. Taron was assigned to look after y/n and he was secretly very happy that she was now put under his care. 

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The next few days flew by and before she knew it, Taron was walking into her room to give her a final look over to make sure she was all set to go home. “How do you feel?” Taron asked as he looked into her eyes to see if there were any signs of trouble. “I feel better.” She smiled happily. She was thankful to have such a caring doctor look after her and not mention, she had developed a small crush on him during her stay. “I’m glad to hear that.” he replied as he walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Jenna walked through the door ready to take y/n home for some much needed rest. Taron walked back into the room with some forms for Jenna to sign that allowed y/n to be returned to her friends. Jenna signed them happily and Taron walked out, secretly chiding himself for not saying anything. Truth was that he too had a little crush on his patient but he had a rule of not dating his patients and he liked to stick to that. 

Once y/n was ready to go, her and Jenna walked toward the exit, only to be stopped by Dr. Egerton himself. “Y/n wait.” He said as he jogged toward the two women. Jenna smiled knowingly at the two and decided to sit down and wait for them to finish saying goodbye. “What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” Y/n asked with concern. Taron shook his head. “No you didn’t but I did. I usually don’t date my patients but there is something about you that I can’t stop thinking about.” Taron explained as y/n smiled warmly at him. “You know, just technically, I am no longer your patient as I was just discharged.” Y/n replied slyly. “Is that a yes?” Taron asked with hope. “It is. Call Jenna and she’ll give you my number and we can talk about it some more.” Y/n responded. “You do have Jenna’s number right?” Y/n continued. Taron nodded as he remembered that Jenna had put herself down as the emergency contact for y/n.

Y/n and Jenna went home and Jenna went to have a nap while y/n and Taron, who was on a lunch break, planned out the date. Taron had suggested that he should take y/n to the carnival that was coming to their town in the next few weeks. Y/n agreed and when everything was settled, y/n went to make dinner and bring it to Jenna.

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The day of the date came and by that point, y/n was feeling like her normal self again. She had promised Taron that she would go on any of the rides as she wasn’t sure if her poor little brain could take it. Taron picked her up and they went to the carnival. 

“This is amazing. I’m really glad that you suggested this place. I’ve had a lot of fun already.” Y/n gushed as she and her date sat at a near by table eating. “I’m glad you are having a great time. Thank you for agreeing to come with me to this. I’ve had fun too.” Taron explained in response. Y/n smiled and stared into his eyes. One thing led to another and before her brain could process what was happening, Taron’s lips connected with hers but this time it was with an intimate kiss and not mouth to mouth. They pulled back and rested their foreheads together as they caught their breaths. “Wow.” Y/n whispered as she tried to think of what to say. “I was thinking the same thing.” He whispered in reply. The couple stayed like that for a while before they decided to head back to Taron’s place so that they could prolong their date as neither of them wanted the night to end.

When they arrived at Taron’s place, he helped y/n out of the car and led the way. Just as Taron shut the door, Y/n pushed him against it and touched her lips to his with a hungry kiss this time. She knew that she liked Taron and she knew that she wanted this to happen. Taron moaned into the kiss and tangled his fingers in her hair as he tried to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran along y/n’s bottom lip, asking for permission which she happily accepted. Their tongues moved together rhythmically. Both of them were moaning into the kiss and that’s when Taron broke away from her. “As much as I am enjoying this, I think that we should move this to the bedroom.” He suggested. Y/n nodded her head and Taron picked her up. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them to his room.

Once there, he laid y/n down on the bed carefully and slowly took his shirt off, revealing his toned body. Y/n licked her lips as she stared up at him in anticipation. “Like what you see?” Taron teased and y/n nodded slowly. “Your turn.” Taron smirked as he pulled y/n’s shirt over her head. He leaned over her and licked down her body. “Fuck.” y/n muttered as she let the feeling of Taron’s warm tongue embrace her. He stopped just above her jeans. He looked up at her as he undid the button and dragged the zipper down with his teeth. She couldn’t get over just how god like he looked. When her zipper was all the way down, Taron hooked his fingers in the waistband and lazily pulled her pants down to reveal her underwear. He licked his lips and y/n watched in anticipation. Taron looked at her as though he was asking if she was ok with what was about to happen. Y/n nodded and that was his que to take her underwear off with his teeth.

Y/n found his tactic of removing her clothing with his teeth sexy, especially with the guttural growl he made as he did it. The next thing that Taron removed was y/n’s bra. When she was fully exposed to him, he smiled down at her and leaned down to kiss her lips before he took her breasts into his mouth. The warmth that his mouth radiated on her body, made her writhe underneath him in pure bliss. “Taron. I need you.”  She begged slightly. He got off of her and removed his own pants and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles. Y/n looked him up and down and when her eyes landed on his erection she gasped and Taron raised his brow at her. She really wasn’t expecting him to be as big as he was. “I won’t hurt you. If it does hurt, tell me and we can stop.” He said as he saw the look of slight fear in her eyes. “Thank you.” She whispered as he crawled over her and kissed her to let her know that she was safe with him.

He reached for a condom before pushing his way into her. He stayed still for a few moments so that y/n could get used to him. She looked up at him and bit her lower lip. “Are you ok darling?” He asked soothingly. “I think so.” She replied with a nod of her head. “just hold on to me.” Taron said as he started to move. The more he moved, the more y/n felt comfortable with his size. She moaned Taron’s name as she felt him pick up his pace. “Oh fucking hell.” She cried out as she felt her climax building. “I’m close Taron.” She breathed out. “Stay with me. I can feel you’re close but just hold on for me.” He replied just as breathlessly. Eventually, they both hit their orgasms at the same time and as they were coming down from their high, Taron placed his head in the crook of her neck and left sweet kiss. 

“That was the best sex of my life. Thank you.” Y/n said as she ran her fingers through Taron’s hair. He chuckled and looked up at her. “No need to thank me y/n.” He replied as he got up and pulled out of her so that he could clean them both up. Once he was satisfied with his clean up job, he ran a bath for the both of them and they spent the next few hours wrapped up in each other’s arms.

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[swanqueeneverafter]

What Dreams May Come, Pt.23

The Charmings' Dreamscape. The Dark Palace. Past. (The Evil Queen returns home, clearly agitated.) Evil Queen: ♪ Mirror, mirror, on the wall ♪ ♪ I'm tortured by some spell ♪ (Shrugging off her long coat:) ♪ Mirror, mirror, on the wall ♪ ♪ Please save me from this hell ♪ Magic Mirror: ♪ Snow and Charming made a wish ♪ ♪ Now everything has changed ♪ Evil Queen: (Walks over to him:) ♪ Oh, great, you're singing, too ♪ ♪ This whole thing is deranged ♪ Magic Mirror: ♪ A spell as strong as this ♪ ♪ Won't be easy to defeat ♪ ♪ Your curse might not succeed ♪ ♪ With your kingdom singing songs so sweet ♪ (Through another mirror, the Evil Queen sees the dwarves headed to work, singing merrily.) Grumpy: ♪ It's time to work, let's go ♪ ♪ Not a thing to make me bristle ♪ ♪ With a hi hi hi and a ho ho ho ♪ ♪ I'll mine that mine and whistle ♪ (In yet another mirror, Geppetto sings happily beside Pinocchio.) Geppetto: ♪ He's real and not a toy ♪ ♪ There's a lifetime to enjoy ♪ ♪ The happy things, he's got no strings ♪ ♪ 'Cause he's-a my real boy ♪ (Jiminy Cricket chirps tunefully before the Queen closes the closet door on them. Striding over to her vanity, Regina sees Granny singing through her hand mirror.) Granny: ♪ La, la, Princess on her way ♪ ♪ La, la, though I'm old and gray ♪ ♪ Happy times are here to stay ♪ (Backing away, the Evil Queen turns to see the Charmings singing their song.) Charmings: ♪ Seems we found a lucky break ♪ ♪ Now let our song show the powerful magic ♪ ♪ We can make! ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ Enough! ♪ ♪ So, the Charming's think their love is strong enough to defeat me. ♪ (Chuckles:) ♪ Well, there's one thing they don't know. ♪ ♪ Mirror, mirror, could not be clearer ♪ ♪ That love is a waste of time ♪ ♪ I'm here to tell you, with love's magic spell ♪ ♪ You cannot match the power of mine ♪ ♪ Once I loved, and once I learned ♪ ♪ Love is weakness, love will leave you burned ♪ (Appearing in the dwarf mines, the Evil Queen shows them all her moves:) ♪ Down with love, down with hope ♪ ♪ Don't need blind faith to cope ♪ ♪ Or inspiring songs in my heart ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Love at times can entrance ♪ ♪ But love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ Love doesn't stand a chance ♪ (Bursting through Geppetto’s front door:) ♪ Mirror, mirror, the time draws nearer ♪ ♪ For me to enact my curse ♪ ♪ Those happy feelings that send them reeling ♪ ♪ Will soon become the reverse ♪ (Slithering into view from behind Granny’s rocking chair:) ♪ Down with love, down with hope ♪ ♪ Don't need blind faith to cope ♪ ♪ Or inspiring songs in my heart ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Love, at times, can entrance ♪ ♪ But love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ Love doesn't stand a chance ♪

(Back in the Dark Palace:) ♪ Stole my shot at one true love ♪ ♪ That’s what she did to me ♪ ♪ Now that little bitch will wish ♪ ♪ She never, ever knew me ♪ ♪ Down with love, down with dreams ♪ ♪ Down with goodness' schemes ♪ ♪ Gonna rip the song right from their hearts ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Watch my curse kill romance ♪ ♪ Oh, love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ No, no, love doesn't stand a chance ♪ (The Evil Queen turns, using her magic to shatter the mirror.) Henry's Dreamscape. (Richard goes to visit the fortune teller.) Richard: “Hello, great one.” Edwin: (Standing:) “I am Edwin The Magnificent.” Richard: “Hello, Edwin The Magnificent. I...” Edwin: “I know exactly who you are. You are Richard, the king from the north.” Richard: “That was actually really impressive. I'm sure you know we're on a quest to return me to my kingdom and to return my friend Henry to his lady love, who may or may not be waiting for him. It's sort of a long-distance thing.” Edwin: “Ugh, those things rarely work out. Sit down.” Richard: (As they both take a seat:) “Thank you, sir.” Edwin: “Let me tell your fortune. Pick a number.” Richard: “Uh, seven.” Edwin: (Stands quickly:) “Seven! (Two clouds of smoke appear behind him before he retakes his seat. Edwin pulls out a Paper Fortune Teller:) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Choose a color.” Richard: “Blue.” Edwin: “B-l-u-e. (Suddenly the crystal ball plays a flute ringtone:) Oh, uh, uh, forgive me. Uh, I'm sorry. (Answering it:) Yes? Yes? What is it?” Edwin’s Wife: “Edwin, you need to pick up the children.” Edwin: “I'm working. Can't you pick them up from school?” Edwin’s Wife: “Like I have the time?” Edwin: “Yes, yes. I know what you do is a job, too. Of course. See you tonight. Y-yes, before dinner.” Edwin’s Wife: “Love you, honey.” Edwin: “Love you, too. (Ends the call:) I'm so sorry. Sometimes I wish I'd never got a thing for communicating with a person in another realm no matter how far away.” Richard: “Er, do you think I could borrow that?” Edwin: “Certainly.” Kingdom Of Valencia. (Via the crystal ball, Richard appears in one of the hallway mirrors.) Richard: “Hello? Is anyone there?” (As luck would have it, the Chef passes down the hallway at the opportune moment.) Chef: “Sire, it's me, the Chef.” Richard: “Oh, thank God. Hello, little man who used to bring me my food. Is Gareth there? I would very much like to speak with him. (To Edwin:) Gareth's my best pal. I'm sure he's worried sick about me.” Chef: “Um...Sir, I... I have some bad news.” Richard: “Hmm?” Chef: “He took your throne. He went and hooked up with Madelena... The ultimate act of betrayal. He's now the king. He makes you look like an ass... ass... ass... Ass... ass... ass... ass... Ass... ass... Ass...” Edwin: “Sometimes it does that. Hold it up. You'll get a better signal.” (Richard does so and the Chef continues.) Chef: “...Astronomical leader by comparison.” Richard: “Gareth...Betrayed me?” Chef: “Big time.” Richard: (Slumping back in his chair:) “I cannot believe Gareth would do this. Did he ever even care? (A snorting sound can be heard outside the tent. Lifting the flap, Richard sees the Unicorn stood waiting for him:) I'm going for a walk.”

The Land Without Magic. New York City. Present. (Having packed a couple of overnight bags, Regina and Emma find themselves strolling through Central Park.) Regina: "I can't believe we're here." Emma: "I always promised I'd show you New York properly some day." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Yeah, but I can't help feeling-" Emma: "Hey, after the last few days we've both been through, we needed to get away." Regina: "But even so..." Emma: "Look, we're on maternity leave. We're supposed to have this time to ourselves. Let the others sort out whatever crisis comes up next. Zelena knows how to deal with the 'dream echoes' should any more of them show up, and Snow and Lily can handle everything else." Regina: (Considers:) "It's not like Henry's been around much lately to notice if we're home or not." Emma: "Exactly. So, (Linking her arm with Regina's as they walk:) you and I are gonna spend a nice, long weekend in New York, seeing the city as it's meant to be seen." Regina: (Smiles:) "And you're gonna be my guide and show me the sights?" Emma: "Well, actually, for the year Henry and I lived here, I didn't really get to see much. Between work and taking Henry to school and grocery shopping, the year sorta flew by." Regina: "Mm, so we'll be seeing what New York has to offer for the first time, together?" Emma: "Yep, and with you on my arm, we'll be able to do it in style, too." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Okay well, I wouldn't even know where to begin. Why don't you choose our first stop?" Emma: "All right. Assuming we don't want to spend the weekend sleeping in the bug, we'll need a place to stay. There are some really nice hotels overlooking the park, but they're crazy pricey." Regina: "Oh, don't you worry your pretty head about that. Nothing's too good for my wife." Emma: (Laughing:) "I knew marrying the mayor would pay off."

Henry's Dreamscape. Kingdom of Valencia. (Sid waits patiently as Madelena and Gareth enter the throne room.) Queen Madelena: “So, Brett, what's on the schedule for today?” Sid: “Uh, my name is Sid, Your... Highness. (As the King and Queen take their seats:) You have a 9am review of the troops followed by a noon burning of poets, then leeches and bleeding at 5pm.” Queen Madelena: “Ugh, 5pm leeches and bleeding? Why do we always schedule it so late?” Gareth: “Well, why don't we just skip it? I mean, I know it's within the 24-hour cancellation period, but who cares?” Queen Madelena: “Wicked. Perhaps you are the guy ruthless enough to help me invade all the remaining kingdoms. (Something catches her eye:) I'm sorry. What... (Stands, then walks over to take a closer look at the painting above the fireplace:) What is that above the fireplace?” Gareth: “Oh, that is ‘Dogs Jousting.’ I thought now I'm the official king, I'd put some of me own personal touches around the throne room.” Queen Madelena: “It's nice.” Gareth: “Yeah, it's great, isn't it?” Queen Madelena: (Walking away:) “Hmm. (Discreetly to Sid:) Throw it in the moat, Brett.” A Short Time Later. (Gareth and Sid return to the castle, Sid wheeling in a cart full of more ‘personal touches’ from the new King.) Gareth: “I think the picture of me mum's gonna look great in the throne room, don't you?” Sid: (Breathlessly:) “Yeah.” (Something catches Gareth’s eye. It is ‘Dogs Jousting’ now residing in the moat.) Gareth: “Who threw my painting in the toilet?” Throne Room. (Gareth walks with purpose into the throne room.) Queen Madalena: “What's all this?” Gareth: “Move your feet, love.” (Gareth yanks the rug out from under Madelena’s feet, literally.) Queen Madelena: “That's irreplaceable! (Running after Gareth:) I killed the family of weavers who made it!” Gareth: (Walking to a window:) “Let's see what it looks like in the moat.” Queen Madelena: “Don't!” Gareth: (Water splashes:) “Ah. A little wet, but I like it.” Queen Madelena: “How dare you.” Gareth: “You made me king. So I can have my stuff in the throne room, and you can't toss it.” Queen Madelena: (Picking up a reindeer skull from Gareth’s cart:) “Oh, really?” (Tosses it out of the window.) Gareth: “Fine. It's on.” (Peasants from outside the castle watch as several more items are tossed into the moat from above.) Queen Madelena: “My vase!” Gareth: “That's how you want to play?” Queen Madelena: “Wait! That's expensive!” Gareth: “Not the helmet!” Queen Madelena: “That's my favorite.” Gareth: “Stop it!” Queen Madelena: (While pulling on Sid’s arm:) “Stop resisting. This isn't about you.” Sid: “Gareth!” Gareth: “You're not throwing out my assistant.” (Briefly, there is a tug of war over Sid.) Sid: “Hold on! Killing me won't solve anything. You are just two people with very strong opinions. If this is gonna work, you need to find some common ground. Just try. Please?” Gareth: “Fine.” Queen Madelena: “Fine.” Sid: (As they let him go:) “Ohh!” Gareth: ♪ I like living plainly ♪ ♪ Chains and leather, mainly ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ I prefer a lavish suite ♪ Sid: “Go on.” Throne Room. Queen Madelena: ♪ I like eating lightly ♪ ♪ Vegan dinners nightly ♪ Gareth: ♪ I like meat with extra meat ♪ Sid: “You're not even trying.” Queen Madelena: ♪ I'm deluxe to my silken undies ♪ Gareth: ♪ It's commando for me ♪ Sid: “Ew.” Queen Madelena: ♪ My way's clearly better ♪ Gareth: ♪ Boringer and deader ♪ Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to disagree ♪ Sid: “Right. Not exactly what I had in mind, but not a bad start.” Courtyard. Queen Madelena: ♪ I like drinking Vino, preferably Pinot ♪ Gareth: ♪ I prefer a keg of beer ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ I like getting randy with whoever's handy ♪ Gareth: ♪ I prefer a keg of beer ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ Love massages, long walks, and sunsets ♪ Gareth: ♪ Beer, beer-beer, beer-beer, beer ♪ Sid: “Guys. The rhyme scheme.” Climbing The Gallows. Queen Madelena: ♪ Frankly, you disgust me ♪ Gareth: ♪ You're no picnic, trust me ♪ Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to disagree ♪ Sid: “Maybe you're not getting the concept.” Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Just one of us can lead ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ And that means me ♪ Gareth: “Hell, no.” Queen Madelena: “You want a piece of this?” Gareth: “All right, then.” Together: “Fine. Let's go!” (Madelena stamps on his foot then shoves Gareth out of her way.) Queen Madelena: ♪ We will never get on together ♪ Gareth: (Following her down the steps:) ♪ Ditto, obviously ♪ Sid: “Right there. Did you hear that? I think we finally...” Gareth: (Re-entering the castle:) ♪ God, is he annoying ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ Positively cloying ♪ Sid: “Guys?” Queen Madelena: ♪ Why is he still talking? ♪ Gareth: “Can it with the squawking!” Sid: “But...” Gareth: ♪ You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ We're definitely syncing ♪ Sid: “You know what? I think it's time to seek outside help.”

(Picking Sid up between them, they walk him over to the window.) Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to ♪ Sid: “No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Disagree-e-e-e-e-e-e ♪ Sid: “No, no, no! Please! Please stop! No, no! No! Not the window! Not the window! Please no! Not the window! Aah!” (Water splashes as Sid is dumped outside.) Queen Madelena: “Wow. That was so much fun.” Gareth: “Want to go and get some more? Throw them out, as well?” Queen Madelena: “Hells yeah.” The Land Without Magic. New York. (Standing at another window, this time overlooking Central Park, Emma waits while Regina tips the bellhop. Closing the door behind him, Regina walks over to join her wife.) Emma: "Pretty great, huh?" Regina: (Smiling:) "Breathtaking." Emma: "Yeah, I don't think you'll find a better view anywhere." Regina: "I'm certain of it." (Cupping Emma's face, Regina kisses her tenderly.) Emma: (Grins:) "I was talking about the view outside." Regina: "I wasn't. (Removing her coat:) Don't get me wrong, the view is nice, but I only have eyes for you." Emma: (Chuckles:) "Wow. Very smooth." Regina: "Oh, I'll be the judge of that." Emma: (Laughs:) "What has got into you? (Preemptively placing a finger on Regina's lips:) Don't answer that." (They kiss once again.) Regina: "Mm. Thank you for bringing me here. I think this is exactly what we need." Emma: "I hope so." (Placing her bag on the counter, Regina inadvertently pushes a button on a remote control. They stand together watching as the curtains surrounding the room open, slowly revealing a panoramic view of the city. The afternoon sunlight hitting the bed perfectly, making it appear to glow.) Emma: (Smiling:) "Well I'm game if you are." Regina: "I thought you’d never ask." A Few Moments Later... (Reclining carefully onto the bed, Emma moans while kissing her gloriously pregnant wife, delighting in the soft weight pressing against her own flat stomach. With hands running through each others hair, they continue their kiss. Regina allows herself to be gently rolled onto her back as their naked bodies are bathed in the glow of the setting sun.)

Henry's Dreamscape. Enchanted Forest. (Richard sits with his new boots waiting for Henry to return, when he feels a nuzzling at his shoulder.) Richard: "Aw, that's nice. (Turns to see the Unicorn beside him, stands:) Oh, that is it. I've had it with you! I've had it with being embarrassed and with betrayal and with heartache! I am a king, for God's sake. I am a king! (Richard pulls a sword from a nearby tree stump and the Unicorn neighs:) Now, back off, or I swear I will make you into a none-icorn.” (The Unicorn walks away and Richard throws down the sword, despondent. Turning, he walks into somebody.) Ella: “Oh, excuse me. (Realising:) King Richard.” Richard: “Princess Ella. What are you doing here?” Ella: “Searching for Henry. I have been since Gareth set me and my people free.” Richard: “Gareth. Don’t mention that traitor’s name. He took my title, my queen, everything.” (Against her better judgement, Ella takes pity on Richard, sitting next to him.) Ella: “Look, Richard, I'm sorry about Gareth.” Richard: “What do you care?” Ella: “I do know a thing or two about betrayal, and it sucks.” Richard: (Sighs:) “I just don't know what I'm gonna do without Gareth.” Ella: “I think you'll just figure it out. Now, where’s Henry?” Richard: “Oh, he left on some great adventure with the pirate and told me to wait here for him.” Ella: “Adventure? You mean he was going to rescue me?” Richard: “Nooo. I mean, he was, but then the pirate spoke of actual treasure and that turned Henry’s head enough to forget about you entirely.” Ella: “Is that right?” Richard: “Mm. At least that’s the impression I got.” Ella: (Dejected:) “I see.” Richard: “Hey, I know! (Picks up the sword and stands:) Rather than wait around here for Henners, why don’t you come back with me to my kingdom, where I can rally my people and then we can kick Madelena and Gareth out of your Kingdom eh?” Ella: “Gareth really hurt you, didn’t he? (Curiously:) Where'd you get the sword?” Richard: “Oh. Uh, someone left it in the stump. Finders keepers, right? So what do you say, join me?” Ella: (Sighs:) “Yeah, I suppose so. (They walk together casually:) Gonna name it? The sword I mean.” Richard: “Oh, that's a good idea. What about ‘Dawn Breaker?’ That sounds pretty cool. Or, um, ‘Mr. Stabby’. Now, that's more descriptive than dawn breaker. I don't know. It's really a tough call.” Ella: “It's really not.” (As they walk away, we can see the inscription written on the tree stump: ‘The Hero Sword: To Be Drawn By The One True King.’)