#i hope the nurse looks at me and goes yep youre so normal and gives me a little kiss on the head. and a lollipop

[xomakara]

Physical Therapy

SUMMARY |  Haechan sprained his ankle and is staying at the hospital. Being very horny and needy, he asks his pretty nurse for special treatment… PAIRINGS | Haechan/Fem!Reader GENRE |  smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, nurse/patient RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,366 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Fuck, why do I have so many one-shots saved in my computer? Anywho, I hope you enjoy :)

Part 2 here

“Haechan, you are an idiot.”

“…Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you sprained it.”

“…I said shut up.”

“You are such an attention whore. Now you have to stay in the hospital. How does it feel?”

“Guys! Will you shut up! Geez, it’s not my fault!” Haechan yelled at his friends. Leave it to Haechan to sprain his ankle before tonight’s party.

“Actually it is. You’re the one who wanted to impress that pretty girl.” Renjun said, raising both his brows at him. All because he wanted to show off his dance moves. Which really didn't make sense, since Haechan was a great dancer.

"I thought you were trying to impress that girl?" Chenle asked Renjun as he passed some soup to Haechan. “Weren’t you trying to serenade her in Chinese?”

"What are you talking about?" Renjun rolled his eyes, the others laughing. “I did no such thing.”

"How in the world could you sprain your ankle?!" Mark questioned, fussing over the younger man. "Dude."

"Should I keep you company?" Jisung asked.

“Good news is that my cousin is coming over to visit later! I'll bring you some of her homemade food later, since I know you all love her cooking. Have fun at the hospital.” Jaemin said happily, waving at Haechan before walking with the rest of his friends out of the hospital room.

Haechan gave them a surprise look. “Wait, you guys are going to leave me?!”

“….yes?” Jeno said, not sure if that question was a trick or not.

"We'll visit you tommorow, Haechan." Renjun nodded, reassuring him.

Haechan grumbled and glared at them. He crossed his arms. “Fine, leave me. Some friends you guys are. Can't believe you would leave.”

"Ahw, you'll be fine Haechan." Mark chuckled, patting him on the head. “Some of the nurses here are really pretty, you know?”

“We’ll tell them to take good care of you!” Jeno called out.

"Yeah, you'll be fine!" Jisung exclaimed.

"Recover fast! Haechannie fighting!" Jaemin pumped his fist in a victory pose.

Chenle waved and gave him a small smile. “Bye Haechan! Have fun at the hospital!”

"Guyssss!" Haechan whined, hoping that one of his friends would at least stay with him.

Haechan sighed once his friends left. Now who was going to give him the attention he needed? It wasn’t his fault that he wanted to show off his nice, smooth moves to that pretty girl. He wanted to get a chance to maybe…score something tonight.

Damn it.

There goes his chance of fucking a pretty girl.

He started to watch some TV. The hospital wasn’t that bad since he had a room to himself. The door opened again, and a very pretty woman entered his room. She was wearing a nurse outfit, showing off her generous cleavage. 

She gave him a cute smile.

“Hi there, I'm Na Y/N. I’ll be your nurse for tonight. If you need anything, just press the button.” You said, pointing at the button that was on the dresser. 

Haechan looked at you up and down before giving you a smirk. 

Oh yeah, he definitely loved the hospital now.

“Y/N, huh? Wait… Are you Na Jaemin’s cousin?” He asked, his eyes wide. “You’re the cousin that cooks all those delicious food for Jaemin, huh?”

“Oh, you know Jaemin?” You asked him.

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Haechan nodded. “I’m Haechan. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh! The one with the sweet yet unique voice whenever he sings? It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” You smiled at him. “Was Jaemin here to see you earlier? I just started my shift but a few of the other nurses said they saw a group of very good looking men leave your room.”

“Yep, they left not too long ago.” Haechan replied. “I didn’t know you were a nurse.”

“I normally keep my job a secret.” You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t believe I’m a nurse because of my looks.”

Which was often true. People always thought you’de be too dumb to be a nurse. That your face and body could pass more for a model.

You didn’t know how or why, but after fighting with the other nurses, you won. The prize was to take care of the handsome young man in Room 127.

“Really now? That must be tough.” Haechan raised his eyebrow. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands with you.”

“I’ll get you all taken care of.” You smiled as you turned around, your back facing him. “If you need anything Haechan-ssi, just let me know.”

Haechan watched your ass until it disappeared out the door. Yeah, he was going to have fun.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Minhee, your fellow nurse, friend and roommate asked, grabbing an apple from her plate before taking a big bite of it. It was lunchtime, and you were sitting on the table, your face lying on top of it.

“It’s Haechan! He’s such an... ugh! He won’t stop calling me. He’s getting on my nerves.” You were tired and hungry. 

It has been four hours since Haechan came, and you were tired as hell because of him. He made ridiculous requests. 'Oh nurse, can you help me change the channel? Oh nurse, where is the bathroom? Blah blah blah.' 

You were sick of it.

Minhee gave you a sympathetic look. 

Poor you. 

But she didn’t want to take care of Haechan. Plus you did win that bet. You said were going to cockblock her if she ever brought a man home. 

Hell no. 

Minhee was going to get some dick tonight after her shift. “Why don’t you text Jaemin and ask him what will keep Haechan quiet. He should know since they’re friends.”

You groaned, bringing your phone out of your pocket. “I know but still, he needs to stop pressing that damn button.”

“Maybe he wants and loves your attention. He must really like you.” Minhee said, giving you a teasing smile. "You are pretty."

You stuck your tongue out. “Being pretty doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Why don’t you just fuck him or something?” Minhee suggested.

You groaned again, showing her the text you got from your cousin.

Jaemin: Why don’t you fuck him? He’s been dying to get laid lately.

Minhee laughed. “See? No wonder your cousin and I get along so well. Great minds think alike.”

“Ugh…” You let out, your phone vibrated signaling that Haechan was calling you.

“Oh Y/N,” Haechan sang before pressing the button for the 100th time. “I need your assistance again.”

You groaned and entered his room again, not before shutting the door. You didn’t want Seulyong, the head nurse, to hear you screaming at a patient, especially if it’s Haechan. “What now?”

He gave an amused look. “Now what kind of attitude is that? Aren’t nurses supposed to be friendly with their patients?”

“Not if they're being an ass about it.” You muttered under your breath. “Now what do you want Haechan?”

Haechan moved his shoulders. “My shoulders are stiff. Can you massage them for me?”

If you could, you would curse and walk away from him. But since Haechan knew your cousin, you didn’t want Jaemin to complain that you didn’t take care of his friend. You went over to his bed. “Scoot back.”

He did what he was told, smirking at you as you sat on the bed. After a few minutes, Haechan moaned in satisfaction. You were really good with your hands. He felt his muscles being relaxed as you continued to massage his shoulders.

“Better?” You wanted to get over this. As soon as he nodded, you immediately got off the bed.

Before you could leave the room, he grabbed your wrist. “Yes, better. Can you do me another favor?”

You didn’t even reply. You waited for his request while yelling profanities inside your head. 

Damn him.

“I thought I felt a lump on my stomach. I don’t know what that means, but can you check for me?” He sweetly asked. 

Curse him for being so damn hot. 

When the hell did Jaemin hang out with other good looking guys?

You could perfectly hear the other nurses dying and telling you to do it. You waited until Haechan laid down on the bed, lifting up his hospital gown, revealing his perfect, solid abs and boxers to you.

Slowly, you touched his abs as Haechan shivered from your touch. You had to admit, his abs felt so fucking good with your touch. But you didn’t feel a lump at all. “I don’t feel a lump.”

Haechan opened his eyes. He was enjoying this. “Go higher, it’s somewhere around there.”

You went higher, revealing his solid chest. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

“Huh, I must have been imagining things.” He said, giving you an innocent look. 

You glared at him. 

Ugh, sneaky bastard.

“I'll go now.” All you wanted to do was go home and sleep this off. This has been such a tiring experience for you. Before you could leave again, he grabbed your wrist again.

“Wait, stay.”

Fuck, no you weren't going to stay. 

Sure, he was hot but you were so tired.

“Why? My shift is over. I gave you all the attention you need. It’s time for me to go home.”

Haechan frowned a little. The fun hasn’t even started yet. “You can’t leave yet. I need more attention, especially from a sexy, little nurse.”

Before you could protest, Haechan pulled your body on his bed. You couldn’t even react because he captured your lips with his, dominating it. 

It took you a few seconds to realize that you were actually kissing a patient. And your cousin’s friend. 

Fuck it. 

You knew what to do with this situation, like Minhee and Jaemin told you to. You kissed him back, not giving a rat’s ass that you were about to fuck a patient.

Haechan smirked. 

“I see you want my attention.” He said before entering his tongue inside of your mouth.

You just moaned for the cocky bastard. It was better to enjoy the moment than argue with him. Haechan’s lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. He deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hand curve around his neck. He moved closer, lured by your response and a small, almost helpless sound you made as you opened your lips. 

Haechan was rubbing all over your body, and playing with your short skirt.

“You are such a bad nurse.” He growled before his right hand went inside your skirt, lightly massaging your clit with his thumb that was being protected by your very thin underwear. “Going around fucking all your patients, huh?”

“N-no…”

You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Dear god. Haechan looked at your exposed neck. Perfect. Leaning you closer, he began attacking your small neck, biting and sucking as hard as he could, making you gasp and clutched his neck even more.

“Haechan,” you moaned in front of his ear, turning him on even more. You could feel his hard member that was covered by his gown and boxers. You began grinding his body with yours, making him moan and wince.

Right now, he wanted to pounce and fuck your brains out right then and there. Instead, he pushed your panties to the side, and added not one, but two fingers inside your now wet pussy, his thumb continuing to massage your clit. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh god, yes…”

He thrusted hard and fast, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you melt and feel good. He moved his fingers to the side, up and down, forcing you to shudder. Haechan bit your bottom lip as he continued to stroke you with his pleasurable fingers.

After a few more strokes, Haechan finally took his fingers out, licking them in front of you. “You are so ready right now, noona.”

"What?" You pouted, slapping his chest in embarrassment. "Who's your noona?!"

Since you were straddling him, Haechan had expertly taken off your skirt and panties. 

How the hell did that happen?

“You are. Noona, can you help a patient out? I’m a very horny person.”

You couldn’t reply because he already thrust up inside of you, slowly. You knew he was teasing you, waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I'll help you out, Haechan-ah!” Haechan slowly hit your g-spot.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He said, thrusting a little bit faster. “Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock.” 

He went inside of you again, making you arch, you moaning in pleasure.

“Yes! I'll help you!” You yelled. 

You prayed the other nurses didn’t hear the filth that was going on.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Haechan replied by thrusting inside of you faster now. Each thrust was filling you up with pleasure. Instead of laying down, he sat up in bed, making him go deeper inside your wet pussy. He continued to pound inside of you, making you whimper every time he hit the right spot.

You both came not once, nor twice, but three times. On the fourth fuck, Haechan could feel your walls clenching again.

“Haechan!” You screamed, giving him the satisfaction that he needed as you came for the fourth time. Haechan came as well, arms tightening around you as you continued to spasm in pleasure.

“Another round?” He asked, catching his breath as he gave you a cocky grin.

You lightly pushed off of him and got up. You wanted to, but there was no way you were going to do this for the fifth time. He was a very needy and horny guy. “No, now go to bed or something.”

You put your panties back on. You were about to put on your white skirt until Haechan grabbed it. He leaned towards you. “Tomorrow I need to be satisfied. Will you be here tomorrow to help me, noona?”

You bit your lip, blushing from his comment. 

Why did he have to fuck so damn good?! “Of course, I’ll be here Haechan.”

Satisfied, Haechan gave you back your skirt. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. After all, you were his nurse.

[emlovesstates]

The Love Child

Keep in mind that this took two days and two people to write @atlas-427 Thanks for writing this with me I had fun I hope you had fun as well.

So they’re at a meeting Ohio and Michigan and Pennsylvania are there with New York and Canada is there and they’re in Toronto and she’s like” York do you remember when we dated* he pauses, thinking ‘where the hell is this going’ and says “yeah…” “ shortly after we broke up I found out I was pregnant with twins”new york’s face goes completely pale “…what”The room fell silent

“ I said I was pregnant shortly after we broke up with twin girls one represents your side of the falls and the other one represents my side of the falls”Michigan, Ohio and Pennsylvania are shocked.

New York doesn’t say anything. PA puts a hand on his shoulder “you ok York?”NY passes out

PA catches him” Michigan call Georgia Ohio help me take him to the car”

oh my goodness I’m so sorry” Says Canada.Penn Decides to defends his friend, “i’m sure you’d freak out if you were just told you have 2 kids with your ex too. right now we need to get him to the hospital” Pennsylvania says angrily. Ohio looks at Pennsylvania and says ” no we’re not gonna be fast enough if we drive him there we need to call 911” well helping Pennsylvania with New York.Canada defends herself” maybe but I didn’t think you would pass out”

PA is getting fed up, “whatever you thought didn’t happen. we’ll talk about the situation more when he’s awake. for now we’ll get to the hospital with my driving” Pennsylvania says Ohio and Michigan Helps PA get New York into the car. Penn gets into the drivers side. Canada tried to tag along but ends up driving herself

PA gets them there in record time.

Once they get to the hospital doctors take him and he ends up in the ER.

The doctors run some tests, turns out he just passed out but they give him supplemental oxygen and wait for him to wake up.

While The doctors are testing New York, Michigan calls Georgia to tell him that New York passed out and tell him why.They’re all waiting for New York to wake up.

Time skip

New York finally wakes up after being out for at least two hours, he takes off the oxygen makes and looks around confused “what happened?” Pennsylvania looks at New York to explain everything that happened. he looks like he’s about to faint again but gains his composure “Canada why didn’t you tell me sooner?” New York ask The Canadian right next to him.

“ because I was scared and I didn’t know how you would react York. I am so sorry.” Canada answers the New Yorkers question.NY sighs “fair, but don’t be upset with me for being angry at you. because apparently i have 2 more daughters and didn’t know for years” New York exclaims very annoyed.“ I understand, do you want to meet your daughters?” Canada says feeling a little guilty. New York looks at Canada and says“I definitely do, but I might need some time to process this. oh god i need to tell my other kids” New York said realizing that he has to tell his other children.

Canada tells him that she understands and takes as much time as he needs. She leaves the hospital with the four states in the hospital.Michigan looks at York and said” and now I understand why you don’t trust her, you okay bud?''

New York looks like he just aged 30 years “i will be. i was worried we might have had a kid together, but i wasn’t expecting it to be true, or that it’d be twins” Michigan Nodded and says “ it’s gonna be okay it’s not your fault you didn’t know” New York looks at Michigan and says“i know, thanks Michigan”

the doctor comes in “i see you’re awake. that’s good, you’re vitals all seems normal. i suppose you fainted from recent stress?” New York nods and says” yep sounds about right” Doctor nods in understanding “well as long as you have a strong support system, which it looks like you do, i see no reason to keep you here any longer. your release papers will be at the nurses station”So they go to the nurses station and because this is Canada and they don’t have to pay medical bills. They leave the hospital and go back to the US. Waiting for them at the border is Georgia. Georgia asked what was going on and Pennsylvania explained the whole situation. New York looks to Georgia “Peach, how are we going to tell the kids?”Georgia looks at New York and says “ together like always” Georgia says and kisses his boyfriend.

Time skip

When they get back to the State house. New York and Georgia, Call all the kids for a family meeting. They decided that they might as well tell the rest of the country too. Everyone comes to the meeting.

only PA, Ohio, and Michigan know what it’s about. Everyone is looking around, confused. Until NYC speaks up. “Dad, what's this meeting is about?” NYC asked his father what the meeting was about. New York starts to tell the story of Canada. After New York finishes telling the story

The room goes quiet. York’s kids start shaking, a few with tears in their eyes. no one knows what to say.

Until, Gov speaks up to ask” we can make this work you said that one of them represents your side of the waterfall?” The fed asked. NY nods “yeah, the other represents her side” New York said.

Gov looks at New York and says “Either way they’re both getting citizenship” NY’s eyes fill with tears “thanks Gov” Gov ad lit no idea how much this meant to New York and Georgia. Gov looks at New York and says“you’re welcome”

Syracuse crawls into her dad’s arms hugging him because she just realizes she’s not a baby anymore. New York hugs his daughter says“i love you baby girl” Syracuse squeezed her dad tight and said“ daddy I love you more”Before they knew it his other kids gather around for a group hug.Even NYC. Which was a surprise to New York.The other states are in aww.

Texas wants the lecture York but he knows it won’t go anywhere so he doesn’t. Florida try to make a quip but get dragged out by other states with a hand on their mouths then was lectured about it.Georgia and his kids joined the group hug too.it turns into a giant group hug

“ So daddy, when are we going to meet our new sisters?” Albany asked.She’s excited about getting two new sisters.

Poor Syracuse doesn’t want new sisters because then she won’t be the baby anymore

Syracuse is like” daddy I don’t want you sisters I like being the baby”New York looks at his baby girl and said “sorry baby, i can’t exactly go back in time and unalive 2 girls”

“Okay daddy” she says pouting even though she knows it’s not gonna fix anything.

Georgia and New York and not putting the kids to bed Syracuse basically begged her dad to let her sleep with them (I just like the idea of her acting like a clingy baby because she’s like scared that because she’s no longer the youngest she thinks everything‘s gonna change which yeah she’s kind of right)

Time skip

So a few weeks later after New York wrapped his head around having two more kids and trying to comfort his children.

He’s called Canada and set up a meeting date at Niagara Falls to meet Naya and Francine. So he gathers up the kids I think at first he just brings his kids and maybe Vermont you know he has his own life it’s like okay yeah no Dad this is fine you go do whatever you want.

they’re all standing around a bench waiting for Canada and the girls to arrive. eventually NYC spots Canada walking towards them“Hey pops look” NYC says trying to get his father’s attention.

New York who had been pacing swivels his head around to see Canada flanked by 2 girls who look around to seven years old

(I feel like the girls would be born in the 1900s)

Everyone stands up to greet Canada and the girls.“ hey Canada “

New York says a bit nervously.“Hello New York and company, how are you all doing?” Canada says.“ we’re doing good” trying to keep his composure “great, great. uh, i guess we should get right to it, eh? this is Naya and Francine” the girls are hiding behind her legs because they’re nervous about the big group

New York bent down on his knees try to get on their level and in a soft voice” hi Naya and Francine I’m your dad”

Naya pokes her head out while Francine keeps half her face hidden

Naya: “really?” Naya asked

“ yeah I’m your dad and these are your older siblings” he points to his other kids who are trying to get NYC the smile and failing.

Naya comes out a bit more from behind her mother, which makes Francine more confident to stick her head out

Naya: “hi everyone” she says waving

Francine whispers a hello

They all say hi but NYC says sup because he has be different . Albany grabs Syracuse his hand and goes next to her father.

Albany and Syracuse introduce themselves to the girls and explain how they’re their new sisters.

Naya’s eyes light up” you are?”

Syracuse smiles at her new little sister and says “yeah we are”

Francine pokes her head even more to see her sisters.

Syracuse focuses more on Naya while Albany tries to get Francine out of her shell. New York stands up “hey Canada, thanks again for letting us meet them” New York says

She tells him you’re welcome

Rochester and Buffalo go say hi to Naya” hi we’re two of your big brothers I’m Rochester and this knucklehead is Buffalo” Rochester sad.

Canada wants the girls to spend time with their father so she would tell the girls that she’s gonna leave them with their father. It's only for a couple days and they’ll stay here in Niagara. after everyone has introduced themselves, Canada hands New York a bag she packed for both girls. He takes the bag and thanks her for it.

Canada says her goodbyes and the group heads off. Francine is a bit reluctant but eventually follows Albany. Naya walks next to NY, asking questions

New York try to answer the questions as best as he can he forgot what it was like to have a little kids around.

his kids start jumping in and answering some questions for him

Which he is very thankful for. so they get into the car and they go to his house.

Francine stays near Albany

Albany is asking her questions and telling her about the family, trying to get her to open up more.it’s kind of working.

Francine talks a bit more and asks some questions about her siblings

“ what’s NYC like?” Francine asked.

“NYC seems standoffish but he won’t He won’t be mean to you he actually loves all of us he just doesn’t like to admit it” Albany says causing Francine to giggle.

When they get to the houseAlbany helps to get the girls settled.

She leaves the girls to get comfortable, New york sits in the living room thinking about the reality of having 2 new young daughters

Georgia who is making food for the family sees him sitting there thinking

Geo asks “what’s on your mind Apple?” New York takes a minute to respond “ they’re seven years old physically” New York says stress. Georgia sits on the couch next to him and says “yeah, they’re young alright. Naya is definitely talkative, ain’t she?” New York places his head on George’s shoulder.“She is she’s also our side” New York says

as Georgia wraps his arm around his body.“Is that what’s bothering you?” Georgia asked. New York shook his head“No it’s not that it’s just it’s been so long since I had little kids running around” Geo nods understandingly

“you’re not used to it, i get it. luckily you have a big family to help out” New York smiles at his boyfriend.“Yeah and I have you” New York says smiling at Georgia. Georgia smiles back and says“always Apple, i love you”

“ I love you too Peach”

then they kiss Albany comes into the room and asked if lunch is ready.

Georgia is just finishing up so he asks her to tell everyone.Albany go gets everyone .they all sit down at the table and eat when Georgia brings the food in.

“ dad how did you and Georgia get together.” Naya asked her father and stepfather. They tell her the story, it’s not long but they tell the truth. Naya seems very fascinated by it. she has that face of wonderment you only see on kids.

As their eating lunch NYC mentions uncle Mass and uncle Connecticut.

Naya asks about them and what they’re like .(if you couldn’t tell Naya is a very curious child.)Albany takes over and explains what they’re like because she can do it more nicely than NYC.Once she’s done, Francine looks like she has a question but is too shy to ask. Albany notices this.” Francine do you need anything or have a question“ Albany asked Francine nod her head.Albany asks “what is it?”

“ Do we have any cousins?” Francine asked Albany looks at her little sister and says*Yes we do our uncles have children of their own.”

“ what are their names Albany?“ Francine the shy seven-year-old asked.” well uncle Massachusetts has Boston and Salem and Maine and uncle Connecticut has Hartford and New Haven.” Albany answers her little sister’s questions.

Naya starts firing off questions about what they’re like and if they could meet them and Francine is gaining more confidence.

Albany says” I can FaceTime them later and you can say hi.

soon everyone finishes lunch and begins cleaning up. Albany asks if the girls want a tour of the house.they say yes and the three head off.

So NYC and New York are having a staring contest until NYC brings up the child support.York growls out “what about it?” NYC ask“ how much does she want you to pay her” New York who is getting annoyed his son.“she hasn’t said anything about it yet” NYC smirks and says“Oh well pops you might get lucky”

“might” York says a bit annoyed

NYC stands up grabs his plateThen says “and Dad you don’t have to worry about it and then you can pay it with the money that we make.”

“that’s true”

Before New York City leaves the room he looks at his father and says “ One more thing Pops will be fine I know this is big news and life-changing but we face bigger problems before” New York smirks at his son and says“we have. thanks for trying to cheer me up kid”

Justice NYC is exiting he says“ no problem Pops”NYC goes to hide in his room.

Time skip to a little bit after lunch.

New York and Georgia are cuddling on the couch when Albany and the girls come back from their tour

Francine and Naya and Albany decide to join Georgia and New York on the couch. New York, who's wanting to get to know his new daughters better, asks ``So Naya Francine what are your interests and hobbies? What kind of toys do you like to play with?”

they both go on a rant, talking about their favorite toys, their stuffed animals and what each are named, their favorite cartoons, and what sports they play

After the girls go on their rant. Georgia gets an idea he has a Big smirk on his face.“i know that look, what are you planning?” NY said noticing the look on his boyfriends face “ let’s take them toy shopping that way they have some stuff when they come to visit.” Georgia said.“great idea Peach” York says

the girls’ eyes light up and they get excited.

Syracuse hears the word shopping and runs into the living room. ``Did I hear something about going shopping!?!!?!?!!!!”

Albany stands up “YES, daddy is taking Francine and Naya toy shopping”

“ Daddy can we please go” Syracuse makes the puppy dog eyes and pouts

York can’t say no to his girls “yes, honey, you and Albany can come”

So New York takes his girls shopping.and Albany and Syracuse may have gone a little overboard of the stuff animals and toys

when they get back to the house and have to recruit the boys to help bring everything into the house.

once they get all the toys in the house they unpackaged them and the girls play with the toys Albany and Syracuse join them they tried to get The boys to join but they wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile Georgia and New york make some coffee and cuddle on the couch. While the girls play they’re just trying to relax.

Time skip

So after the girls are done playing and after dinner the kids pick up the toys and then they decide to watch family movie together and they’re watching Encanto. it goes good. everyone has snacks, people tear up at certain parts whether being from relating to the characters or actual sad scenes. first family movie night with Francine and Naya is a success.they find out the girls really like candy

So by the end of the movie Francine and Naya have fallen asleep because they are tucker out after a long day. they’re taken to their rooms to sleep in peace. New York and Georgia tuck them in.then the other kids go to bed.

New York and Georgia crawl into bed as well

Everybody sleeps well in the New York household.

even new york after who knows how long with all his stressThe end I hope you enjoy this I had fun writing it. Even NYC who doesn’t like to sleep.

And that’s how the NY family life got two new family members

The end I hope you enjoy this I had fun writing it



[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Names and Faces

Context:  Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

Word Count: 6,477

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It goes like this:

Nobody wants to separate Anakin from the children in his care until they know more about why he’s here. The gamble paid off, to some degree, and he thanks the Force that it did.

He hasn’t felt that cold in years.

He knows the logic of why the Mandalorians he’s fallen in with aren’t doing anything yet. He’s an obvious Jedi, and they don’t know why he’s here or what he’s doing. Hedging on the Mando’a and the cultural obligation to childcare hadn’t been anything close to sure, but it was... enough. He got lucky that these Mandalorians leaned on those obligations, at least to the point of keeping them all in the same room. He can sense that much, even before he opens his eyes, and he has to be grateful.

The looming hypothermia had probably nudged things in his favor.

Anakin opens his eyes to a guest room of a cell, something well-furnished and cozy, but definitely not meant to be something he can escape from. His saber is gone, and there are Force-nullifying cuffs on his wrists, and he’s pretty sure they’ve taken his--yep, vibroblade’s gone.

Fuck.

His body doesn’t want to move, and he’s still shivering a bit, but he’s mostly back to normal. When he sits up, he notices that there is, in fact, only one Force-nullifying cuff. They detached his arm.

He closes his eyes and breathes deep and tells himself it was probably medically necessary. Large pieces of metal aren’t great for maintaining homeostasis. He’ll get it back.

Probably.

“Ah!”

The voice makes him jolt, and his eyes fly open.

Two cribs, one much bigger than the other. Both are occupied. The larger one has bars, and through it...

“Snips,” he breathes, lurching to his feet and then crashing to his knees, about as graceful as a newborn eopie.

“Bah!”

“Just--just one second,” Anakin grits out, grimacing as he tries to pull himself to standing again. The fact that he’s down an arm doesn’t impact him much, but the shakiness of his legs is... a problem.

“Owwww,” Ahsoka coos with an exaggerated grimace, reacting to his pain with the innocent sympathy of a toddler. She looks, what, two? Maybe? He’s not sure if there’s anything particular about how Togruta babies age. She’s too young for words, clearly.

“I’m fine,” Anakin assures her, even as his heart sinks. She’s Ahsoka, clearly, he knows her in the Force and it can’t be anyone else, but her memories...

She recognizes him, but that’s not saying much.

He manages to get over to the chair next to the crib, but doesn’t trust himself to take her out right now. The snow and the mess of a fight before that haven’t been kind to him. Instead, he just sticks his hand through the bars and lets her grab at his fingers.

He can’t help but smile, really. She’s adorable, and she’s so damn happy to see him.

“Skyguy!”

“Oh, so you are talking,” Anakin says, part of him relaxing just a tad. “I was worried.”

“Mine,” she stresses, patting at his wrist.

“Yeah, your Skyguy,” he says. So she remembers... some things, at least. “And you’re my Snips.”

She squeals and yanks on his hand, just enough that the Force-suppressing cuff clanks against the bars of the crib. “Sky, Sky, Sky!”

Oh, she’s precious.

“You having fun?” he asks, filling the air with words faster than his head can fill with doubts. “Has everyone been nice?”

“Mmmmm,” she grumbles, falling to her butt with a huff. “Doc!”

“Oh, a doctor?” he asks, wondering at his own tone. He never expected to be one for baby-talk. “Was the doctor mean?”

“Cold!” she tells him. “Cold here!”

She taps at her chest, right where someone might check her heartbeat or breathing; the metal would be cold, and also necessary. He doesn’t fault anyone for it. Considering how poorly Anakin had fared, he’s just happy they’re all alive and mostly fine.

He doesn’t know what year it is. He knows he’s not in the year he should be. He’s vaguely aware of the name Jaster--one of the Mandos had said it while bringing him in--but he doesn’t know when Mereel’s reign ended and Fett’s began. He does know both are supposed to be dead.

Has Anakin been born yet? Has Ahsoka? Hell, has Obi-Wan?

Can he give out any real names?

A series of small, upset noises start coming up from the other, smaller crib.

He stands, but Ahsoka clings to his hand and refuses to let go. He can’t pry her off, not without his other arm, but he pulls away with quiet reassurances that he just has to check on... on...

Her brother, he says, aware that there’s more than a slight chance someone has the room bugged. He’s a Jedi in Mando custody. They aren’t stupid, and neither is he.

Obi-Wan’s the most likely to have already been born. Having the same name and face will draw attention, will cause questions, but... he can’t just rename his master like a recently-adopted pet. That’s just... wrong.

Anakin’s less shaky than when he first woke up, but he still has no way of safely picking up the kids. He reaches into the small crib, something twisting behind his sternum, and tickles under Obi-Wan’s chin.

The baby--the infant--looks up at him with wide eyes, too blue for the Obi-Wan he knows, but full of wonder and--

Love, the Force whispers through the cracks in the effects of the cuff.

“Love you too,” Anakin whispers, though he wonders if Obi-Wan would really feel like this as an adult again. Babies love easily, he thinks, and he’s the only adult that Obi-Wan knows right now. Maybe it’s just chemicals.

He stands there for longer than is probably a good idea, with the state of his body, but he can’t help it. Obi-Wan keeps grabbing at his finger and kicking with tiny legs, and sticking a tiny, tiny fist in his mouth as he tries watches Anakin.

It’s all Anakin can do to mutter a stream of meaningless nonsense as he struggles not to cry. He’s always had too many emotions, and right now he’s the only person these two can rely on. He’s the adult.

The door whooshes open.

“The medic said you were awake.”

He knows that voice. He closes his eyes and doesn’t turn, because there are a million feelings in his chest and he’s not sure which one is going to come out first.

“Sky?” Ahsoka questions, likely feeling his worry. “Issokay! Good!”

No, she wouldn’t have the mind to recognize why this familiar face she knows as friend is quite the opposite.

Anakin turns away from the crib, and smiles. “Mando.”

“Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker,” the teenager in the door says. He’s not wearing his bucket, but the rest of his armor is in place. Anakin would peg him as younger than Ahsoka was, before. Not by much, but... fourteen, maybe fifteen. The face is painfully familiar, and stays utterly neutral as he answers the question Anakin didn’t ask. “We found your Ident card after you passed out.”

Cool, so, Anakin definitely can’t change his name.

“Are they yours?” the teenager that will one day create an army says.

“They have no one else,” Anakin tells him. It’s true enough. Still, he gets the feeling that’s not what Fett’s asking. “They’re family.”

Jango squints at him. “I was told Jedi can’t have families.”

Anakin’s mind flashes to Padme and the fantasies he’d long harbored of children born free, and tears himself away. He can’t think about that right now. He can’t think of who he’s--

“Jetii!”

Anakin’s head snaps up, and he realizes he’s shaking. Fett’s not neutral anymore, just... concerned.

“I’m fine,” Anakin spits out, and leans on the crib behind him. He can hear the little ones whimpering. He has to pull his thoughts in and bundle them up into something that won’t hurt the incredibly Force-Sensitive babies behind him. “I’m--I’m all they have. They’re all I have. Are the exact words important?”

Fett doesn’t grimace, exactly, but his expression isn’t pleasant. “I guess.”

Anakin waits to see if there’s anything else coming, but no. Just an awkward silence. He holds onto his frustration, but it still gets the better of him.

“What are my chances of getting my arm back?” he asks.

“Hm?”

Anakin waves what’s left of that arm, the tied-off sleeve flapping about. “My arm. If you don’t want to give me mine back, can I at least have some kind of placeholder? I can’t pick up the babies without worrying that I’m going to drop them.”

“I can ask the medics,” Fett says. He stares at Anakin for a little more, and then asks, “Aren’t you going to ask about our plans for you, or...?”

“If you wanted to kill me, you already would have,” Anakin mutters. “Right now, these two are my only priority. I’m more likely to keep them safe and alive here than I am if I try to break out. I can be patient. I would also assume they wouldn’t have been left in a room with me, alone, if any of us were in danger of medical complications.”

Fett flushes and turns. “I’ll tell buir you’re up and active. There’s a nurse droid in the hall, I can have it handle feedings until you get an arm.”

“Thanks,” Anakin drawls, aware that he’s a little bitchy right now, but not in any mood to temper himself.

He settles himself on the floor next to Ahsoka’s crib, lets her play with his hair while the nurse droid feeds Obi-Wan, and then feeds Ahsoka herself. Anakin thinks he could probably pull the droid apart for an escape attempt if it came down to it. He hopes it won’t be necessary. He’s barely existing in the moment as it is. The droid asks Anakin if he needs anything, and he... shrugs.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Perhaps some non-perishables,” the nurse droids suggests. “Ration bars, for if you are hungry before one of the Mando’ade returns.”

Anakin shrugs again. “Alright.”

He ignores the droid after that. He’s only mostly cut off from the Force by the single cuff. He can’t blanket his Master and Padawan in his own Force presence, try to make them feel safe and calm with the fact that he’s here and ready to protect them, but he can monitor them. He can meditate, even if it’s not the way he prefers to do it. He doesn’t have the strength for moving meditation right now, but a regular meditation... he can do that.

He needs to do that, because no other stress relief option is available to him right now.

Anakin lets himself feel the babies fall asleep, the two of them radiating contentment and warmth. He lets himself trust that, for the moment, he doesn’t need to worry. He lets himself sink into an absence of thought, and then the Force guides him deeper still.

“Anakin!”

His eyes fly open.

This is not the real world.

This is not the room-cell in the Haat Mando’ade base he’s managed to stumble across.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again, a smile hidden in a beard and worn laugh lines about his eyes. The right age, the right size, reaching for him and--

There’s only a moment’s hesitation for Anakin to process, and then he sprints forward and yanks his Master into a hug.

“You’re good,” Obi-Wan mutters to him, rubbing his back as they both sink to their knees. There’s a click of bootheels against the empty white not-space that they’re in, and Ahsoka buries herself into their sides. Anakin pulls her in a little closer too.

They stay that for longer than is maybe necessary, but Anakin’s stress levels are sky high right now, and he needs this. A hug, even one that’s technically only taking place in his head, is important.

“Sorry, Skyguy,” Ahsoka whispers. “Thinking in the real world is... really hard right now.”

He pulls away from the desperate hug he’d started them off with, rearranges things so he’s leaning against Obi-Wan, lets Ahsoka lie down with her head in his lap, on her back and legs stretched out across the white nothingness.

“I don’t know what happened,” Anakin says. “I mean, Sith stuff, probably, but... we’re in the wrong year.”

“I’d wondered,” Obi-Wan admits. “I thought it odd that I couldn’t feel the clones, but I only have so much energy to think right now...”

“Please tell me there’s a way to fix it,” Anakin begs. “I can’t be the adult, Obi-Wan. I haven’t even been born yet, that’s how far back we are. I don’t know what to do, and I can’t just bang around making bad decisions without you there to pull me back and--”

“Breathe,” Obi-Wan tells him.

“We’re in the Force,” Anakin says, just a little hysterically. “We don’t need to breathe!”

“Actually, I think we’re in your head,” Ahsoka says. She’s pointing and stretching her feet like a dancer, but looks up to grin at Anakin like the little shit she is. “You’re the only one whose brain is big enough right now.”

“Hey,” Anakin complains, putting his entire palm over her face as revenge. She giggles and swats him away. “That any way to talk to the guy who taught you how to kill five guys in one move?”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes and runs a hand over her montrals, smiling when she wriggles and makes a little chirruping noise.

“She’s not wrong,” Obi-Wan says. “Though the phrasing was unfortunate, it does stand to reason that as the only person without the brain of a toddler, you’re hosting. Our minds can’t handle the strain of our own selves, let alone sharing space.”

“Infant.”

“Hm?”

“Ahsoka’s a toddler. You’re an infant. Maybe six months.” Anakin grins, just this side of brittle. He doesn’t want to joke about a problem he can’t fix, but what else is there? “You’re the literal baby of the lineage now.”

Obi-Wan sighs over the riot of Ahsoka’s laugh. “Of course I am.”

“It’s okay, Master,” Ahsoka assures him. “Skyguy’s gonna take care of us until we can fight again.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says, grimacing slightly. “I am sorry for you being put in such a position, Anakin. It’s certainly not an easy one.”

Anakin wishes he could say that his immediate reaction isn’t a sense of hurt, a you don’t trust me, a you don’t think I can do this, a you’re disappointed someone else wasn’t here to handle things instead.

He wishes he could make that claim and have anyone believe him, but they are in a shared meditation, and in this moment there are very, very few secrets. He does not make the effort to hide his reaction in time, and Obi-Wan catches it.

Anakin turns away as Obi-Wan’s face fills with surprise and horror. “Anakin--”

“Can we just pretend you didn’t feel that?” Anakin asks, and flinches when Ahsoka pops up from where she lies and scurries around to hug him like a vise. “Can we just pretend I’m not--”

“Dear one, there are very few people I would trust as much as you in this,” Obi-Wan says. “Those who match up are largely the people who helped me raise me when I was actually this age.”

“Being completely reliant on your padawan isn’t--”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, cutting him off there. “I can trust you to care for me in ways that don’t just come down to making me a useful general again. I already trust you to risk your life and safety and freedom to see us survive, given what little I remember of that storm.”

“You handed yourself over to Mandalorians you knew nothing about so we’d be safe,” Ahsoka mutters into the fabric somewhere over his ribs. “That could have gone really badly, and you still did it because you were worried about us.”

“We trust you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, pulling Anakin to his chest and resting his chin on Anakin’s head. “We know you.”

“You don’t even know what happened in the storm,” Anakin mutters. “You were asleep.”

“I caught enough listening to the doctors,” Obi-Wan says. He runs a hand over Anakin’s head and through his hair. “You did well, Anakin.”

Anakin wonders why they don’t do this in real life. Obi-Wan doesn’t usually hug him, let alone cuddle. Maybe it’s because they’re all stuck in too much truth in this shared meditation, and the other two are currently stuck in child bodies that crave physical affection in ways they don’t realize they’re expressing in here as well. Maybe it’s the stress.

“What even can you hear?” Anakin mutters, still in Obi-Wan’s arms. Ahsoka giggles at him, nuzzling into his side in a way he doesn’t think she’d ever let herself, normally.

“We can’t really think in the real world right now,” she muses. “Only when we’re sleeping, and probably when we’re meditating once we’re bigger. If I try to think too hard, my head hurts worse than that time Ventress got me in the head with the back of her saber.”

“Everything takes up more space than it should,” Obi-Wan adds. “It’s... all of my senses are bigger and brighter and take up more of my attention, but they aren’t very clear, really. They’re just more. I can’t focus on anything, either, except... well, the feedings.”

Ahsoka makes an annoyed noise. “The whole diapers and bottles thing is really embarrassing, by the way. Only here, though, I barely notice when I’m awake because...”

“Because you’re a toddler,” Anakin says drily.

She huffs. “How would you feel if you were stuck like that?”

That’s fair.

“I don’t remember much,” Obi-Wan says carefully. “But part of me recognizes familiar things, even if I can’t quite make the connection.”

“Was that Fett, earlier?” Ahsoka asks. “Because I thought I saw a friend, and I pretty much forgot the face as soon as they left, but--”

“It’s Fett,” Anakin confirms. “But I guess that’s good to know? You saw his face and your baby brain just assumed it was one of the clones?”

“Pretty much.”

“And we know we trust you,” Obi-Wan adds, and tightens the hug when Anakin stiffens. “Anakin, I can barely understand the world around me at all right now. It’s like being on the painkillers that don’t knock you out but leave you saying only the most ridiculous things that come to mind. You have a general understanding of what’s going on, but all your emotions are too much and the room spins, you can’t stay on one track mentally, you can’t remember what you’ve done and what you haven’t--”

“You can’t control your bladder,” Ahsoka mutters, just a touch spitefully.

Obi-Wan grimaces and nods. “An unfortunate commonality in the experiences, yes. What I was aiming to address, however, is the fact that I only remember a very few things with any reliability. Most of my adult mind, so to speak, appears to be stored in a stasis form in the Force itself, because the infant mind can only handle the barest edges of who I am. But what that infant mind knows, and what I remember thinking once I have some sense of my full self in sleep, is that there is no one I react to as positively as you, Anakin.”

“What he’s trying to say,” Ahsoka interrupts, “but can’t because he’s trying to be a serene Jedi Councilor who definitely doesn’t break the code, nosiree, is that we don’t remember much about ourselves when we’re awake, but we remember you, and we know that we love you, Skyguy.”

Anakin stares at her, and then twists around to look at Obi-Wan instead.

“Master Kenobi,” Ahsoka croons. “Stop being emotionally constipated. We’re literal babies right not, which sucks, but we’re like 90% emotion. Tell Skyguy.”

“Yes, er, Ahsoka was not incorrect,” Obi-Wan says, stroking his beard and refusing to meet Anakin’s eyes. “I, that is to say, we...”

“Master Kenobi,” Ahsoka says, a touch sharper than she might have dared if not for the reversal of their ages.

“I do love you, Anakin, and it’s one of the only things my child mind knows consistently.”

The Force does, in fact, sing with the truth of this. It circles them like a delighted tornado of emotional reality, pulsing like a coat of positivity.

Anakin buries his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder and hugs him as tightly as possible.

“Oh! Oh dear, I--Anakin, really, this isn’t news.”

“Master Kenobi, you’re allergic to actually talking about your emotions. Let him hug you.”

“Anakin, I’ve raised you since you were nine, it would be nearly impossible for me to not care, why are you--”

“Master Kenobi, stop questioning him!” Ahsoka whines. “It’s affirmation time.”

“Ahsoka, have you been spending time with the mind healers again?”

“I was a teenager in a warzone and also Barriss bullied me into it for my own good.” Ahsoka shrugs. “I learned some stuff. You two should have gone, too. You were more karked up than I was.”

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan scolds.

“What are you going to do, spit up on me? You can’t exactly make me run laps, Master.”

“Both of you shut up,” Anakin mumbles, and tries to push as much of his own affection as possible into a little ball of feelings that he can just drop on the two of them while he’s still in his own brain and not somewhere he can’t touch the Force. “Just--just shut.”

Apparently, Anakin’s feelings are a lot, because Ahsoka bursts into tears and Obi-Wan zones out so hard Anakin starts worrying about him.

They’re in a mindscape, a thing that he didn’t really think happened, but does. He shouldn’t have to worry about his--

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, pulling him in tighter. “Why did you...”

“Skyguy, I don’t think you planned on putting in the part where you worry about nobody loving you back as much as you loved them,” Ahsoka says, raw and uneven. “Because, uh, we got that? Skyguy, that’s really wrong!”

Oh shit.

“No, you were... you were not supposed to get that,” he says, just a little strangled. “I am so sorry, that wasn’t--”

“Be our dad.”

Anakin stares down at his Padawan. She stares determinedly back.

“What?”

“Fett asked if we were yours, and you edged around the question by saying we were family, but he was asking if you were our dad. I’m guessing you didn’t want to claim that when we couldn’t agree to it, so I’m telling you now: do it. Adopt us the Mandalorian way or whatever. You were already my older brother, basically, this is just a step sideways in how we talk about it.”

He stares at her a bit more. He doesn’t have words, and his emotions are such a cyclone of conflicting thoughts that he’s surprised the Force hasn’t tossed him out.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be born, but if I am, then I need a name so I don’t have the same one as future me,” she says. She takes his hands, holds them tight and leans in close. “You’re going to be raising us anyway. The Force already made it clear there’s no fixing this, we tried asking while you were unconscious, it wants us to grow up the long way. You’re going to be our dad. Just make it official. Make me a Skywalker.”

Anakin sits up straight, looks her up and down, the determination and affection and--

He turns to look at Obi-Wan. “Master?”

“...yes, Anakin?”

“I know she said ‘we’ and ‘us,’ but I’m not letting anyone speak for anyone else. Not for something this important.”

Obi-Wan blinks at him, and then rearranges himself to something a tad more formal. He takes one of Anakin’s hands in his own. “Anakin, we’ve been family since you were nine. This is just redefining the terms. We can adjust as we go forward, but for all intents and purposes, the majority of the time, I will be that youngling in the cot. For all intents and purposes, I will be your child, and... and I would be honored for you to make that official.”

“Even if it breaks the Code?” Anakin presses.

“All is as the Force wills it,” Obi-Wan says, almost but not quite overriding Ahsoka’s, “This doesn’t break the Code.”

They both turn to look at her. She shrugs. “What? You guys are always arguing about it and Skyguy was married. I went and did some digging about what is and isn’t allowed. This adoption would be skirting the edges of some rules, since we should be taken to the creche to be raised in a communal manner, and official adoptions are discouraged for reasons relating to later padawan stuff, but since the Force is also insisting we stay with the Mandalorians, I think it qualifies as an exception and will be treated as such, retroactively, by the Council. You also won’t be able to take either of us as Padawan once that time comes. It does not, however, violate the Code in and of itself.”

“What the hell, Snips?”

“I’m impressed, young one,” Obi-Wan says, with a smile Anakin can feel. “I could have expected to see you in court in a few years, with an argument like that.”

“You knew I was married?” Anakin squeaks.

“Rex isn’t a very good liar,” she says. She then droops. “Or, he wasn’t. Wouldn’t be. He tried, at least, but I caught on. That was against the Code, though. Just so you know.”

Anakin runs a hand over his face, tries very hard not to think about what and whom he’s left behind. He can save that breakdown for later.

He chances a look at Obi-Wan.

He gets a raised eyebrow in response.

“You’re not mad?”

“I knew you and the Senator were close, considering all the kissing you did in the Arena,” Obi-Wan says drily. Anakin isn’t stupid enough to ask how he knows it’s Padme. “I didn’t know you were married, and am a little disappointed you didn’t at least tell me, or consult me before you did it, considering you were still a padawan... but no, I’m not mad. Even if I were--and I am not--we’ve time-traveled, so I’m fairly certain that qualifies as annulment. It’s a non-issue.”

Anakin pushes down the tidal wave of grief for people who haven’t been born yet, and just breathes instead. This is important. This is too important for him to just kriff it up.

“Names,” he says.

“I still want part of it to be ‘Soka,’ if you don’t think it’s too risky.”

Obi-Wan shrugs with a smile. “Almost every time I’ve posed as a Mandalorian, since my first mission with Satine, I’ve gone by Ben. It would be fitting that, now that we’re here and apparently staying, I take the name for real.”

Anakin nods. He closes his eyes, and breathes deep, and thinks that they may be among Mandalorians on a world of snow, but he has the desert in his bones and will never forget it.

“Ahsoka Tano, sister of my heart,” he says, hoping he’s getting the words right, and takes her hands in his. It’ll have more meaning here and now, where they’re both of full mind. He holds her gaze. “You ask to join my family, to be of those who walk the sky. You shed your old name as you shed the chains of your past. You become my daughter, not of blood, but of love, loyalty, and survival. My wells are your wells, and all I own and earn is to set the path of your freedom. I name you Sokanth Skywalker, she who slips through every hunter’s trap, and you are my child.”

She smiles brightly at him, and looks like she might cry. He presses his lips to her forehead. He turns to his Master. He hesitates, because it’s one thing to redefine his little sister, but...

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, father of my heart,” he says, his voice catching where it shouldn’t. He can do this. It’s weird but he can do this. “You ask to join my family, to be of those who walk the sky. You shed your old name as you shed the chains of your past. You become my son, not of blood, but of love, loyalty, and survival. My wells are your wells, and all I own and earn is to set the path of your freedom. I name you Ylliben Skywalker, he who hunts the monsters of the darkest nights, and you are my child.”

The man before him almost laughs, well aware of how absurd it is for Anakin to be the one adopting him, but keeps it limited to just a twinkle in his eye and a quirk to his lips. Anakin presses his lips to his teacher’s forehead.

He pulls both of them in close. Padawan and Master. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan.

Daughter and son. Soka and Ben. His.

“I’m still gonna call you Skyguy,” Soka says wetly. “But Mas--um, Ben. Ben can call you buir, all the Mandos are gonna love it.”

“Fine by me,” Anakin says. “I’m going to be telling you Tatooine bedtime stories, by the way. You’ll remember creche stories as you grow, but these’ll be new.”

“I do believe that would be appropriate,” Ben says, laughing just a touch. “I also think we should perhaps disband this, unless you have something else to address. You’re going to be dealing with two very cranky younglings soon.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have headaches after this,” Soka laughs, rubbing her face against his shoulder. “But it’s okay, we got what we ne--”

“No, shut up, what you do mean, headaches? You said that was only when you were awake!”

“I mean, we’d be sobbing after like three minutes if we were awake,” Soka says cheerfully. “This way, it’s been like... an hour or whatever between all the talking and the hugging and the crying and the feelings, and we’re just gonna be grumpy.”

“Oh my--wake up!” Anakin growls at both of them. “I’m responsible for you now, wake up.”

He ignores Soka’s laughter and drags himself back to wakefulness. Behind him, he feels slight confusion and pain mixed with love and delight. Ben starts fussing.

Anakin drags a hand over his face and groans. He gets to his feet, nods to the nurse droid, and steps over to the cribs.

“Can we put them in the same one until I get my arm back?” he asks. The droid obliges, moving Ben to Soka’s crib. She immediately crawls over to him and envelops him in a hug. She pouts up at Anakin, eyes going watery, and he drops into the chair next to her and offers his hand through the bars. She grabs it.

“You’re going to be trouble for a long, long time, huh?”

She sticks her tongue out at him, and he smiles at her. Yes, trouble in spades, his Snips.

He starts telling her one of the fables of Tatooine, the really sanitized ones meant for children her age, before they got to the slave stories and haunt-tales. She falls asleep for real, no Force Shenanigans, shortly after. Ben is dead to the world by that point, making small snuffling noises whenever the blanket tickles his nose.

Anakin knows he’s got the galaxy’s dopiest smile on his face. It’s fine.

It’s a few more hours before someone stops by. He’s used the fresher by that point, helped the nurse droid coax Ben through a feeding, and helped Soka play with the little stuffed eopie they’ve given her.

“They got names, aruetti?”

He looks up and over. “Yes.”

The middle-aged man ambles over, arms crossed. “Jango said you claimed to be all they had left.”

He is. “They’re family. I’ve had a few hours to think it over, now that I’m not getting shot at or dying in the snow. To any system that allows it, I’ll be their father.”

“No chance of returning them to their people?”

Anakin shakes his head. “Soka has none who would recognize her, and I already--I already babysat her regularly, and she thought of me as a brother. It’s an easy next step.”

“And the human?”

“I... the master-padawan relationship is often one that is compared to that of parent and child,” Anakin says carefully. “My own master was like a father to me, and Ben is... Ben is all I have left of him.”

There. Not quite the truth, but... technically not lying.

Ben makes a small noise in his sleep, fussing, and Anakin reaches through the bars to brush his thumb across the infant’s chubby cheek. He smiles helplessly as Ben whines and curls in tighter on himself, pressing a tiny fist to his mouth.

“You’re good,” Anakin whispers. “We’re fine, Ylliben.”

“I don’t know what you’re hiding,” the Mando says. “But I do believe you’re doing what you can for those kids.”

“That’s all that matters,” Anakin agrees, finally looking away from his... his son.

Mine, the greedy krayt in his chest whispers.

“When are you planning on going back to Coruscanta?”

“I’m not,” Anakin says, standing and looking the man head-on. Anakin’s taller than him. That’s usually useful. “I don’t know why, but the Force wants me to stay here, or at least with the Mandalorians.”

“You want me to believe that you support my cause?”

“I don’t know your cause,” Anakin admits. “But I don’t like Death Watch, and I know you don’t either. Nobody on Coruscant is going to know to miss me, and the Force is warning me away from trying to go back. Whatever it is that needs doing, I’m supposed to be doing it here.”

The man steps forward. “Anyone tell you who I am?”

“No.”

“I’m Jaster Mereel.”

Good for you, Anakin thinks, and doesn’t say. “I’m pretty sure you already know my name.”

“I do,” Mereel says. “Wanna tell me how a Knight with a seemingly valid ident card claims nobody will know to miss him?”

“No.”

Mereel doesn’t even blink. “Try that again.”

“It means exactly what I said,” Anakin says. “The ident card is real. My training and rank are earned and deserved and bestowed by protocol. All of it was done at the Temple in Coruscant, but if you phone up the Temple with my name and face, nobody will know who I am.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why,” Mereel grouses. “What’s stopping me from calling them up anyway and asking them to come fetch your hypothermic ass?”

“...the fact that I already offered to help you?” Anakin manages. “I... I did say that part, right? That I’d help?”

“What’s stopping you from wanting to go back? And don’t give me any of that ‘will of the force’ banthashit.”

“I broke the Code,” Anakain says. The words sit heavy in his mouth, but one of his violations is lesser than the other, and-- “I married, and we’re not supposed to do that. She’s... not around anymore, but it still stands that I did it.”

The Tuskens weigh on his mind, suddenly and intensely. He hasn’t thought about them in ages, has always pushed those memories down, down, down, but--

“And they won’t take you back?”

“They might,” Anakin admits. They probably would, with his full title and everything, especially if he told them about the future. “But they wouldn’t let me keep the kids.”

Understanding flickers. “Not allowed kids?”

“It’s not... technically against the code,” he hedges. “But they’d find out about my marriage while investigating my past--” maybe, he’s not sure what kind of investigation they’d justify for a complete stranger of a knight, especially to confirm the future, but if they had a psychometric so much as touch his saber or arm, once he gets those back, there’d be a risk, “--and after already breaking the code by marrying, they’d be far less willing to bend the rules about the babies.”

He doesn’t realize how likely the risk is until after he says it, because he’s just been focusing on staying alive and following the Force, but.. they’d want the kids in the creche. He’s broken the code enough that any investigation they set to prove he’s legitimately a Jedi Knight that isn’t recorded and isn’t in the system is going to uncover something through the Force. They might not let him keep his family.

“What are their names?”

“I already--”

“Jango kept his last name,” Mereel cuts him off. “Did yours?”

Anakin looks the man in the eye, and then attempts to cross his arms in response, to mirror the pose and hold his ground. Unfortunately, he’s forgotten that he’s only got the one arm, which is really kriffing irritating.

“I gave them my name,” he says. “They’ll know where they came from, but they are mine.”

Yeah, no shit they’ll know where they came from.

Mereel’s face twitches, but the man is unreadable in the Force. Still, there’s something in the air... “So, those names?”

“Sokanth and Ylliben Skywalker,” Anakin tells him. He spells it out when the droid asks. He assumes it’s just for the medical data their droids are collecting.

“How well can you fight without your laser sword?”

“You mean unarmed?” Anakin asks, and then smiles brightly and tauntingly and waves his empty sleeve around. Mereel does not appreciate the humor. “Pretty well, but I do better when I have the Force, and am not still recovering from hypothermia. And I’m a fair shot with a blaster, but no specialist.”

Mereel eyes him for a moment, and then nods. “One of my snipers is Force-Sensitive. Never was enough to get more than some basic training in mental shields and the control to not hurt herself, but when we mentioned bringing in a Jetii, someone asked her what she thought. Came by the room while you were unconscious and said she thought you felt sad, angry, and desperate... but that she had a good feeling about where you’d be going.”

“Sad, angry, and desperate?” Anakin repeats, a little offended.

“You act like a veteran, kid,” Mereel says. He shrugs. “Damn near everyone that goes through some kind of war has all that going on. S’normal. You got Kamira’s approval, though, and that means a damn sight more. Keep your secrets for now. We’ll get there eventually.”

No we won’t, Anakin thinks. Out loud, he asks, “So, how much of what kind of work would I have to do to borrow a ship to Tatooine and earn enough to free a slave girl?”

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Snip Snip

This is a one shot/sequel to @pengychan​ ‘s Mind the Gap that I had brewing in my head for sometime. 100% Pengy approved, I hope you enjoy some silliness.

WARNING: Has some language, sexual descriptions and deals with a M/M/F relationship. Also you should really read Pengy’s fic before you read mine.

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“Señor De la Cruz? The doctor will see you in about five minutes.”

“Never mind. I’m leaving.”

“No—nngh! No! Sit-… down!”

With a none to gentle shove and with great effort Héctor managed to pull Ernesto back down into the waiting room seat. The crashing of a heavy body and screeching of the plastic chair led to a disgruntled brow raise from the receptionist, but she just sighed and returned to her computer work. Ernesto grumbled to himself and crossed his arms with a glare.

“This was your idea, amigo.” Héctor whispered, not wanting to agitate the lady behind the counter even more.

“Exactly, which is why I should be allowed to change my mind.” Ernesto said, pouting as he looked down at his groin. “You don’t understand. I’ve spent my- no wait, every man has spent their whole lives protecting their manhood with gentle care and affection. It is a sense of pride, of thing of power. Potency! It’s what makes a man a man. To get a vasectomy goes against everything I believe in. It’s not in my nature.”

“Aw, Ernesto…” Héctor gripped Ernesto’s arm and squeezed comfortingly. “We’ve talked about this. You’ll still be a man. Imelda and I won’t think any less of you. In fact we’re both extremely proud of you for doing this.”

“Oh shut up.”

“How about this. Once you have the operation, get all healed up and are ready for some action, then…” Pausing to check to see if the receptionist was watching them. “Then you get to go to town on Imelda. No more condoms, just skin to skin. You thrusting deep inside of her while she screams your name, coming together in one rush of pure ecstasy.”

If it weren’t for his nerves and the flight-or-fight struggle going on inside of him now Ernesto would have been fully erect by Héctor’s words alone. Not an ideal situation to be in when one was in a urologist’s office and about to be fully nude from the waist down. Still his cheeks gave a slight flush and he swallowed thickly. “And, uh… what will you be doing while I’m with her?”

“Me?” Héctor chuckled huskily. “Why I’ll be right behind you. Just how you like it.”

Ernesto gasped softly. An Ernesto sandwich, his favorite. A sandwich was something Imelda had come up with that always depended on who was in the middle of their combined lovemaking, a silly little thing hardly compared to how fucking awesome it really was. Penetration and getting penetrated, two forms of stimulation all at once that left one howling in pleasure to the heavens and beyond. Ernesto’s face went full red at that and could already feel the tingle of arousal pooling in his stomach and creeping down into his groin. This was bad. He couldn’t get hard now. He had to think of something to cool down. Something to stop the progression of his-

“Alright, Señor. The doctor will see you now.”

‘That’ll do it.’ Ernesto thought as all thoughts of sex had switched back to nauseating terror.

“Ay, puta madre.” Ernesto whispered and stood up with Héctor. He started to actually tremble when they went through the door, Héctor’s hand on his shoulder failing to stop it. “Shit, shit, shit…”

“Uy, you’re so tense.” Héctor said, now a little worried. “You took your Valium pill almost an hour ago. It didn’t calm you down even a little bit?”

“Do I look calm?!” Ernesto whispered harshly.

No, Héctor had to admit. In the last half hour in the waiting room Ernesto had done anything but relax. He had stood up and sat down multiple times, paced the room, gotten a cup of stale coffee, and had picked up every single magazine that they had, read exactly one page of each, and had thrown it back down onto the table. Héctor believed that if he hadn’t had any Valium in his system right now then there would have been an Ernesto shaped hole busted through the wall of the receptionist office.

“Well they’re gonna give you something stronger once we’re in the room.”

“It won’t work. I know it won’t work.”

“How?”

“Héctor you know me.” Ernesto said, the trembling now reaching his voice. “I have a very strong constitution. Alcohol barely phases me, I need an extraordinary amount of caffeine to really wake up. That valium might as well have been an aspirin. I’m telling you there is nothing in the world that’ll calm me down at this point!”

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Apparently that nothing had been a Demerol shot to the ass by an elderly nurse.

Héctor cursed the person who had made up the stupid rule that no cell phones or cameras were to be allowed in the doctor’s office. For this was a golden moment that would soon exist only in his memories. And maybe even only his memories because Ernesto himself was just a touch out of it. There he was, laying on the reclined operating chair in a hospital gown with his bare waist covered by a thin paper sheet. Singing baby songs.

“Quince elefantes se balanceaban sobre la tela de una araaaañaaa…” Ernesto sang drowsily while he languidly twirled his finger in the air like a conductor’s baton.

He had slowly but surely diminished over the past half hour, starting with the sluggish shaking of his head as the drugs started to paint his brain with a slight fog. Then came the slow blinking and the monotone, droning humming. Then finally to this: awake sedation as the doctors called it. To Héctor though it was pure hilarity.

Suddenly Ernesto stopped singing and his brow furrowed in thought. “You know they say that a strand of a spider’s web can be tougher than steel.”

Héctor nodded. “I’m sure I’ve heard that somewhere.”

“I don’t think a spider web can hold fifteen elephants, though.”

“No.”

“Then why would they make a song about something that is physically impossible?”

Héctor laughed. “It’s just a song to teach babies how to count, Ernesto.”

“Well it’s doing a very poor job about teaching them physics.” Ernesto huffed. “When we make it big we should do some kiddy songs, sí? Public domain stuff. That’s free money right there. Quince elefantes se balanceaban-.”

“Ernesto.” Héctor clapped a hand across Ernesto’s mouth, stifling a grin when it seemed to take a few seconds before the drugged man realized his song had been silenced. When Ernesto glared up at him he continued. “You’ve said quince elefantes five times now. You aren’t adding anymore elephants.”

This seemed to be news to Ernesto, and when Héctor removed his hand he actually looked downright embarrassed and ashamed. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

Yes, drugged Ernesto was hilarious alright. Also endearing and adorable.

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” Héctor said with a smile, and then bent over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

Ernesto hummed in contentment, a faint red on his cheeks as he suddenly looked bashful. “Someone could have come in when you did that, you know.”

“But they didn’t.”

“The room could have a security camera.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Oh, okay… Then…” Ernesto pouted and pointed to his forehead on the same spot. “Uno mas.”

Héctor happily obliged, and no sooner had he leant back from the kiss when the door opened. It was enough to make Héctor’s heart seize a little bit before forcing himself to relax. He hadn’t seen, it was alright. Ernesto just smiled wobbly and waved at the doctor coming in.

“Well, Señor de la Cruz!” the doctor said cheerfully as he set down his clipboard and began to slip on his gloves. “It’s been a little while now. How are we feeling after the Demerol shot?”

“Philosophical.” Ernesto proclaimed grandly, nearly smacking Héctor in the face as he threw out his hand in a dramatic pose. “Young Héctor and I have been discussing the fallacies of nursery rhymes and how they are negatively impacting a child’s learning structure.”

The doctor blinked at that, before giving Ernesto an indulgent smile. “Ohh, so I see. Yep, the medicine is in full effect.” Looking over at Héctor his smile seemed to falter a bit. “You know I usually see wives, girlfriends and even mothers come in to offer support, but rarely male friends.”

Héctor chuckled. “Well I think if his mamá realized that he would be cutting off any chance of her having grandchildren she would explode into a flood of tears. And besides, my wife and I would like to have more kids in the future, but I also might one day want to have a vasectomy. What better time to weigh my options than with my best friend, you know? See what it all entails.”

“I understand.” With a snap of his glove and turning on the overhead light to illuminate Ernesto’s crotch, he moved his tray of surgical equipment towards him. “All right then. Shall we begin?”

With a slight whimper Ernesto held out his hand for Héctor to hold. “You won’t let go at all, right?”

Seeing Ernesto so vulnerable and adorable melted Héctor’s heart, and he wished that Imelda had been there with him to witness Ernesto being so cute. He clutched Ernesto’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “I won’t. Don’t worry amigo, this is a perfectly normal procedure. Nothing to worry about at all.”

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With Coco laid down for her afternoon nap, all the dogs and Pepita fed and watered, and no shoe orders to work on at the moment Imelda was enjoying some private time to herself curled onto the sofa, watching TV and drinking a nice cup of coffee. She knew this momentary bit of peace wouldn’t last.

Soon Héctor and Ernesto would be back from the doctor’s office and Imelda would be ready for them. She already had stocked up on acetaminophen and had several cold packs in the freezer for when they would be needed. She had even stocked up on Ernesto’s favorite soda, or at least one he tolerated when he wasn’t able to drink beer or other liquors.

She was very proud of Ernesto for bringing up the idea of getting a vasectomy for himself, and even prouder when he had set up the appointment all by himself and left for it this morning with Héctor. She knew he was nervous, heck she was nervous about it too, but she also knew that Ernesto was a man who once he set his mind on something there was no turning back. It was one of the things that she loved about him, even though it sometimes aggravated her.

Loved.

It was so weird thinking that now, even though she knew it was true. Although she was still deeply in love with Héctor and he was in love with her, the end of their sexual arrangement with Ernesto did not make their feelings for him disappear like she thought it would. In fact it only strengthened them. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say.

And in the end the only thing it succeeded in doing was completely breaking Ernesto’s heart and left him wanting for almost a year. She was ashamed of herself but there was no way she could have foreseen what would come of the night she had slapped that strap-on in front of Ernesto. She had no idea that she would have two men holding a third of her heart while she held a third of theirs.

But it was fine now. For how long she didn’t know. But they would just take it one day at a time.

When she heard the door knock she blew out a sigh and set her coffee mug down. Dante and Ernesto’s four little chihuahuas immediately ran to the door in their room where they were currently shut up in, but thankfully for once they didn’t yip or bark. Just whined pitifully and slightly scratched the door. But they would have to wait until she got Ernesto set up on the couch and was safely protected from them.

Opening the door, she greeted them with a smile. “Well, how did it… go?...”

Ernesto was standing there, straight and tall as ever, an annoyed pout on his face while with one arm wrapped around him was Héctor. Trembling slightly and his face the color of putty, Héctor pointed a shaking finger to Imelda. “We… are stocking up on condoms. Either that or we’ll have a dozen kids. But I am never… going to get one of those… things ever! Never ever!”

Imelda was shocked. “Dios mio! What on Earth happened? Ernesto, did you get the vasectomy or not?”

Handing Imelda a pamphlet with his free hand, Ernesto nodded. “Yeah, I got it. Surgery was short and went without a hitch. Here’s the aftercare treatment plan he gave me. No, the real problem was Princess Héctor right here. Fainted like a dainty maid after the doctor held up my sperm tube for us to see. I know it has another name, but I forget and don’t care.”

“Fainted!” Imelda gasped. “Are you all right? Did you hit your head?”

“No, but he did throw up.” Ernesto smirked.

“Don’t remind me.” Héctor groaned, holding his stomach and struggling to support himself. “I’ve been nauseous the whole ride back. I need to see something cute. Something pure. I need to see my Coco. Coco, my love, Papá is coming!”

“Do not wake her up Héctor, I just put her down twenty minutes ago!” Imelda called out to Héctor’s retreating form. “And don’t let the dogs out of the other room either!”

“Ay, ay ay ay…”

At the sound of pain, Imelda’s attention turned to Ernesto. He was hunched slightly against the doorframe, his eyes closed tight and face pinched. “Oh, I’m so sorry Ernesto. Héctor distracted me. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Just tender more than painful.” Ernesto grunted out. “Though it might hurt more after the anesthetic wears off. No, what really hurts is my hand. Héctor crushed the hell out of it during the whole surgery! I regret ever asking him to hold it in the first place! It’s not like my whole livelihood rests in the full use of my hands…”

“You’d still have your voice.” Imelda smiled. “And your so-called good looks.”

“Whatever… can you help me to the couch? I- nng!-… think I reached my limit helping Héctor.”

Ah, so he was in pain. Taking hold of Ernesto’s large arm she helped him slowly shuffle his way around the couch. “He was supposed to be helping you.” She chastised.

“Well he was pretty much useless afterwards.”

“You could have hurt yourself. You shouldn’t be lifting heavy objects.”

Ernesto smiled. “Well look on the bright side. If one of my cajones swells up like a grapefruit then he can pay for my medical bills.”

“Mmm hmm.” Imelda couldn’t help by snicker a little at that. “Okay, let’s sit you down. Okay, easy. Easy…”

Slowly Ernesto sat down on the couch, letting Imelda support him as he slowly eased his way down. With a pained grunt and then a sigh of relief he let his head fall back against the headrest and let his knees spread enough to the point where there was no pain, the sweatpants he was wearing lifting away from the sensitive area. He closed his eyes for a few moments, listening to Imelda bustling through the kitchen quietly, before a soft ahem made him open them again.

Imelda handed him a glass of water and two white pills, then placed a frozen ice pack next to him on the couch. Taking the pills without complaint and downing half the glass of water, he then took the ice pack and ever so gently molded it against his sore nether regions. Gasping softly at the cold at first he then sighed in relief as the coolness soothed the aches and pains, smiling gratefully up at Imelda. “Gracias.”

“De nada.” Imelda said before sitting down next to him, careful not to jostle him too much. “So, the vasectomy was a success?”

Ernesto nodded. “Yep, my cannon is now just a water gun: I may be shooting blanks, but I can still squirt you in the eye.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Oh am I?”

“Hmm…” Imelda leant against her arm that was resting on the back of the couch, relieved that the pain seemed to be slowly fading from Ernesto’s features. She smiled a little, watching him until he looked over her way with a question on his face. “I’m proud of you, you know.”

Shifting a little uncomfortably, he gave her a smug look that used to infuriate her but now knew was just a mask to cover up his own insecurities. “You’re going to have to be more specific. I have done many things in my life you should be proud of.”

“Oh, of course.” Imelda tittered, then rested a hand on his arm. “No I’m proud that you did this. It would have been… hard to explain to others if I gave birth to a child that looked like you… I know you don’t necessarily like children and wouldn’t want one to begin with, but it was still a big decision to make. It couldn’t have been easy-”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to stay with you two… Whatever it takes…”

This startled Imelda. Ernesto’s face had darkened considerably when he had said that, but his eyes displayed the same misery she had seen during the year where Ernesto had been separated from them. Because of her. She had been acting on her motherly instincts when she had found out that she was pregnant with Coco, surely a threesome between her parents and her godfather would end badly for her once it would be discovered. And it had only been about sex at the beginning and one-upping each other in terms of sexual prowess when it came to Héctor.

But love had grown first in Ernesto. And then in her and Héctor. All the separation had done was make them all miserable. It was no one else’s concern what they did behind closed doors, and they would raise Coco and their potential children to have open minds and kind hearts.

Ernesto’s eyes cleared and his face reddened in embarrassment as he quickly tried to back pedal. “Oh, uh… Forget I said that. I guess I’m still a little high from the drugs the nurse gave me. They always make me a bit chatty.”

Leaning forward, she wove her fingers into Ernesto’s wavy hair and smiled. “Well I wouldn’t worry. Like it or not you’re stuck with us for life.” And then she gave him a kiss on the forehead, not knowing it was in the exact same spot that Héctor had given him hours earlier. Ernesto touched where she had kissed him, face even redder, and smiled back.

Standing up from the couch, Imelda handed him the TV remote and brushed herself down in a way to calm her own nerves. “Well all right then. Don’t leave that ice pack on for too long. Just do it twenty minutes every hour. Would you like a soda?”

“I’d prefer a beer.”

“Not with medicine still in your system.”

“I also want to see my dogs.”

“I’m sorry, do you want four bony and dense cannonballs jumping directly onto your crotch?”

“…No…”

“Didn’t think so. I’ll get you some soda and chips before I have to rescue Coco from her father. Just holler if you need anything else.”

Watching her walk into the kitchen Ernesto settled further into the couch with a grin. The ache in his groin was lessening, he was now and forever barren, Imelda was pampering him, and he’d seen Héctor make a total fool out of himself today.

“This is nice.” Ernesto said to himself as he turned on the TV. “I should have gotten a vasectomy years ago!”

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“And this is from his concert last month in Guadalajara! Signed photographs! Isn’t he handsome? My precious boy! He told me that they were charging 1000 pesos for one foto and they were selling like crazy! But he sent me a stack so that I could share them with my friends. And so I was wondering if you would like one too, Maricarmen?”

Maricarmen stopped stacking a pyramid of oranges long enough to glance at the photograph in Señora Adela de la Cruz’s hands. Ernesto was handsome all right: Dressed in a fine royal blue mariachi suit with a wide brimmed sombrero, grinning with pure machismo and his name signed in gold ink. But the sight of him didn’t melt her insides like it would other girls who glanced at his rugged features. It never did, really. Now just looking at him made her… anxious.

“I think I’ll pass Adela, but gracias anyway.”

Adela’s smile faded and she had that pitying, patronizing look that so many other people gave her that made her so mad but unable to defend herself against. “Are you still upset because Ernesto left all those years ago?”

“…I’m not… upset, but-.”

“Because it was my fault really! Ernesto left because of what I and his father did to him, we betrayed his trust and hurt him deeply. But finally we’ve patched things up and everything is right as rain again. He even visits us again, my precious boy! I know that you and he were good friends-”

Friends…

“-but every time he visits you never come over. Are you upset with him? Are you upset that he’s…” Adela paused, looked around to see if anyone else was listening in on their conversation, and whispered none too quietly, “…gay?”

Shocked into a sputtering snort Maricarmen managed to knock down her carefully made orange pyramid all over her fruit stall and onto the ground. Rolling her eyes she bent down to pick up the fallen fruit, shaking her head. “No, I’m not upset about that.” She said, not at all wanting to explain to the older woman what bisexuality was.

“I know you had some feelings for him.”

“… No offense, Dona, but the only feelings I had for him were tolerance but mostly annoyance.”

“Then what is it?”

“Mamá!”

The uncomfortable conversation was finally over with when all of a sudden a piercing cry and quick steps caused both woman to turn at the sudden intruder. A cute little girl, no more than eleven years old, came running up to them with her pink backpack slung over one elbow and her other hand reaching out for Maricarmen. She practically collided with Maricarmen with enough force to garner an oof! from the thin woman and gave her a big hug. “I’m done with school Mamá! May I have some money?”

“And a cheery good afternoon to you too, Maricruz.” Maricarmen said drily.

Maricruz laughed sheepishly and let go, putting her backpack underneath the fruit stand for safekeeping. “Lo siento, Mamá. It’s just that Dolores and Primavera are going to the movies and they invited me. So can I have some money, por favooooor?!”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, mija, but you know things have been tight recently. I’m going to have to start doing some night shifts at the cantina so we can stay afloat and have enough spending money.”

Maricarmen stayed strong when her daughter’s face instantly dropped. She knew that Maricruz was used to not having enough money for things she wanted, but being alone at night while her mother worked was something she hated most. Maricarmen knew that, but it wasn’t like she had anybody else to help her with raising her daughter. Her parents had both died years ago, and she had no other relatives willing to help the poor little slut who had a bastard child.

Maybe I could ask… her father for help?

No. Out of the question. What a fine time to tell him he had a daughter after all these years. And after he had just made it big.

“Oh, okay…” Maricruz said dejectedly, before turning a wide winning smile to Adela. “Señora de la Cruz! How nice to see you. Could you spare a few pesos so I could go see a movie, por favor?”

“Maricruz!” her mother instantly scolded. “You do not just ask someone else for money immediately after I said-”

“Of course I can, niña!”

“ADELA!” Maricarmen cried. “I’m trying to show her she can’t always get what she wants!”

Adela waved her off as she reached for her wallet. “Oh, it’s just a little money and our movie theater isn’t expensive. Going to one movie isn’t going to spoil the girl, especially one as sweet as she is. Here you go, chiquita, here’s enough money for the movie and a few snacks as well.”

“Gracias Señora de la Cruz!” Maricruz said as she pocketed the money and gave the elderly woman a big hug. “You are the nicest woman in all of Santa Cecilia!”

“Oh ho ho, you charmer you.” Adela chortled and then handed her one of her signed photographs. “Here you go also. A signed photograph of my son Ernesto, soon to be the greatest singer in all of Mexico! I’m giving it to everyone for free.”

“Oh cool, gracias!” Maricruz said as she took it, clearly not as excited as she was when she got the money. “I think I’ll give this to my friend Paloma if you don’t mind. She’s a de la Cruzito for life, at least that’s what she told me.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” Adela asked confused.

Maricarmen shook her head and smirked. “No, she likes Héctor, don’t you mija?”

Maricruz sighed dramatically and clutched the photo to her chest. “Ahhh, he’s soooo dreamy!...”

“Really now!” Adela laughed in surprise. “I must admit I’m a little shocked. Don’t get me wrong Héctor is a fine boy and everything, but I guess I’m just used to everyone fawning over my Tito.”

Photograph still in hand, Maricruz just shrugged and smiled widely, her light brown eyes almost giving off a golden hue. “Sorry Señora. But Ernesto de la Cruz just isn’t my type!”

THE END

[gallavictorious]

Mickey Milkovich is Dead (and also a magpie)

You ever think about Mickey as a magpie? No? Well, if you wanna, read on –

Say Mickey gets hit by a car and dies somewhere between 1x03 and 1x07 (NO DO NOT WORRY THIS IS NOT SAD AT ALL I PROMISE). Say he comes before this deity / spirit / what-have-you who declares that Mickey has been a bit not good in life and is about to be sent something unpleasant but he’s so very young and also they can see that he has the potential for goodness so he’s going to get a chance to learn to…learn to love? Care for others? Embrace his true nature? Something like that. Anyway, as a test, his soul is being put into the body of a magpie for the duration of one month and during that time he is required to take care of and protect the person who was supposed to be his one true great love, Ian Gallagher. If he gets Ian to care about him in turn, he'll go to a nice afterlife place. (Yes, this is all very Beauty and the Beast. Deal with it.)

Cue Mickey spluttering about not being fucking gay and even if he was he wouldn't go for that scrawny redhead, also newsflash spirit person, Gallagher is dating my fucking sister, and how the fuck's a magpie supposed to protect anyone anyway, why not make him a pitbull or a fucking tiger, etc, etc. The spirit person obviously doesn't pay any heed to Mickey's outraged rant and hey presto! It is a bird!

Magpie Mickey's first instinct would probably be to fly the hell away from everything, but he's just a little bit curious about why the hell that idiot spirit would claim that Ian Gallagher is supposed to be his one true love. Okay, sure, the kid is pretty cute, he guesses, Mickey's always got a thing for red hair and freckles, but he's always seem like a bit of a pushover, soft, so what gives? (Also, if the guy's into dudes, why the hell has he taken up with Mandy? Mickey's not gonna let some closeted homo hurt his sister. Yeah – that's it. He's out to protect Mandy, that's all.)

Aaand you can imagine how it goes, as Mickey starts following Ian around and keeping an eye on him to figure out what the appeal's supposed to be. He soon finds himself getting a little bit intrigued, 'cause it seems Gallagher is actually kind of funny and smart and not anywhere near as soft as Mickey first thought? Also, yep, he's very, very gay, but it seems Mandy knows all about it so maybe Mickey doesn't need to pick his eyes out over it...

One day Mickey spots Ian being followed by some local lowlife, seemingly picking Ian out as an easy mark, and when the villain moves in to put a knife to Ian's neck Mickey's immediately in his face, talons out and beak at the ready. (Why? 'Cause Mandy would be sad if something happened to her fake boyfriend, obviously. What with their mum running off and then Mickey dying, she's got enough to be sad about already.) Mickey scares the would-be robber off, but maybe he catches the knife to a wing and is a little bit hurt and Ian has to nurse his unlikely saviour back to health? Brings him home and researches how to care for a wild animal – and it's weird but the bird doesn't seem all that wild, he's skittish but kind of docile and Ian knows he's just imagining things but it's like the magpie can actually understand every word he's saying?

Mickey finds himself reacting VERY strangely to Ian holding him so gently and then telling him he's being so good, he's doing so well, just a sec and Ian will be all done.

And then... they're friends. Ian now has a bird companion that kind of of just hangs around? Fiona won't have it in the house but Ian, with Debbie's help, makes him a cozy nest outside and bribes Carl into leaving the magpie alone rather than catching it for one of his experiments and brings Mick scraps and yeah, being a magpie fucking sucks but it doesn't all suck, maybe.

Ian tells Mickey all sorts of things, things he's never tell another person. Confides in him, complains about being in Lip's shadow, talks about his dreams and ambitions. Mickey thinks he should find it annoying, the way Ian won't shut up, but to his surprise he doesn't mind? He likes listening to Ian's voice. No one's ever wanted to tell Mickey things before. No ones's ever looked at him like they're happy to see him.

Mickey starts following Ian to school and to work, and when he sees Ian with Kash he is not pleased (because it's fucking disgusting, Ian getting with that old dude, not because he's fucking jealous or anything). Maybe starts doing shit to disturb them whenever they're making out, like attacking the door or, if he makes it into the shop, picking stuff up with his beak and tossing it around, ripping into the chip bags, shitting all over the register (or all over Kash). Ian's upset, but he's not that upset. “You're a fucking asshole,” he tells Mickey that evening, once Mickey's (not at all guiltily, but maybe a little worried that Ian will be pissed) makes it back to the Gallagher back porch.

Mickey's not sure why Ian calling him an asshole in that exasperated, fond tone of voice feels so right.

When Ian worried over the family being low on cash Mickey takes to brazenly swooping down and stealing bills right out of people's hand just as they've drawn them from an ATM. (That's actually really fucking funny, and Mickey keeps doing it just for shits and giggles until animal control is alerted and he almost gets caught.)

And then one day Mickey hears an unfortunately familiar voice calling his name from a great distance, Mikhailo, because the month is up and it's time to go, Mikhailo, and no, what the hell, he doesn't want to go, fuck heaven, he wants to stay with Ian, but he is fading, fading –

BOOM! He wakes up in a hospital bed because SURPRISE he isn't dead after all, just slipped into a coma after the car accident, but now he's awake, and it was all just a dream! (Yes, you bet your sweet ass I went with that cliche. Would you rather have Mickey be truly dead? Uh-huh. Didn't think so.)

Once he gets out of the hospital and back to his normal, shitty life, Mickey – for no particular reason, fuck you very much – decides to give school another shot, so he shows up for class and during lunch break he doesn't seek out some weakass kid to steal lunch money from, but just so happens to find himself in the vincinty of one Ian Gallagher.

Gallagher is watching him warily and when Mickey asks for a cigarette – asks, rather than punching Ian in the face and taking the packet out of his pocket – he looks downright startled. But he pulls out a smoke and hands it to Mickey and then they stand there in silence and this is awkward as fuck and Mickey is cursing himself, what the hell is he doing, it was just a dream, he doesn't actually know Gallagher, so why –

He notices that Ian is turning his head this way and that, as if he's looking for something.

”You expecting someone?” Mickey asks gruffly, for something to say.

”No, it's just, there's this bird that's kinda been following me around, but I haven't seen it since last night and... ” Ian trails off, shaking his head a little sheepishly as if realizing that what he's saying sounds insane. ”Never mind.”

Mickey doesn't say anything, but as he drags the cigarette smoke down into his lungs, he can feel his heart beat just a little bit faster, with sudden hunger and hope.

”You, uh, wanna do some shooting practise together after school?” he dares. ”Know a good spot.”

And Gallagher looks startled as fuck again – confused and maybe a little bit worried, like he thinks it's some kind of trap – but after a moment, he shrugs. ”Sure.”

(Oh, and since I am extremely against any notion of eternal damnation and the like, that spirit was never some guardian of the afterlife. If you want to imagine that it wasn't all a dream, imagine that she was some mischivious South Side spirit who'd gotten a little bit fascinated by Mickey and pulled some magic to give him a glimpse of a better life and a kick up his gay ass while he was in a coma. Well done, that spirit.)

[recollins]

hi! can you do one of reid and he has a secret girlfriend/fiance/wife (idk your choice haha) that the team doesnt know about then something happens to spencer (hospital maybe) or the team meets her by chance and everyone is surprised and start piecing together why reid declined to go out all those times and stuff? you have free reign over this drabble I know it'll turn out great anyways! thanks!!

Of course! This is so cute! Sorry, I know this took a hot minute, but I apparently don’t have the ability to write short drabbles (and of course my internet went out for like an hour when I was ready to post 🙄). I hope you don’t mind it went a little long, hopefully you enjoy this!

Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader Words: 3,531 Content: Fluff Warnings: Knife injury, stitches Masterlist

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The tentative hand tugging on your pencil skirt was right on time. With a smile, you sat the stack of book returns on the shelf and turned to smile at your favorite visitor. As soon as she saw she had your attention, June held up the most recent book you’d recommended to her, beaming as she said excitedly,

“Zero found his mom! I was happy he was gonna live with Stanley but now he has his her too!”

“See? And you were worried it wasn’t gonna be a happy ending,” you teased the enthusiastic seven-year-old as you crouched down to her level. “Did you like it?”

June nodded enthusiastically, her blonde curls bouncing wildly with the movement. “I loved it! I would’a been so scared with all those lizards though! I don’t know how Zero and Stanley were so brave!”

“It’s not easy to be brave, but doing the right thing can show you that you’re a lot stronger than you might believe,” you told her, and to your surprise you saw uncertainty clouding her soft blue eyes.  

“Miss (Y/N), do you think I could be brave?”

You nodded and reached up giving her chin a gentle squeeze before you stood. “You already are. I mean, you walk here from school every day by yourself. That’s pretty brave, if you ask me.”

To your surprise, June dropped her eyes and gave her small shoulders a dismissive shrug. “I’m not as brave as my big brother. He can climb all the way to the top of our tree and I’m too scared to even go past the first branch.”

As you did every Wednesday, you rested a hand on June’s shoulder and led her with you over to the children’s section of the library. Instead of instantly taking her to seek out a new book for the week, you led her to the reading nook and nudged her towards one of the chairs as you sat across from her.

“You remember Dr. Reid, don’t you?” you prompted, and June’s smile flickered back to her face as she gave an eager nod. How could she not? Spencer had come by the Story Circle – a kids book club you hosted every Saturday – and had eagerly joined in on your discussion of that month’s book, The Hobbit.

Though not [as] gifted as Spencer Reid (honestly, you didn’t think anyone else really was), June was an incredibly smart little girl and read well over her normal age group. It turned out that The Hobbit was one of her favorite books, and she and Spencer had spent hours talking about it after the club had ended.

“Well, he’s an FBI agent. Remember?” June nodded again. “Do you think he’s brave?”

“He is,” she confirmed instantly, and a smile came to your face. “He’s probably the bravest person ever!”

“I think so too,” you admitted, grinning back at her. But you think your brother’s pretty brave too, huh?”

June nodded, a little slower this time, trying to figure out the point you were about to make. “But he’s not an FBI agent like Dr. Reid.”

“He’s not. But he can still be brave, because there are different kinds of braveness in the world. Dr. Reid goes out and finds bad guys, and your brother can climb trees and not get scared.” June’s brow furrowed as you added pointedly, “and you walk all the way to the library by yourself. Everyone’s brave in their own way, but Dr. Reid’s bravery isn’t any different from yours. They’re all just as important, and all just as impressive.”

June’s smile took up her whole face, and to your surprise she hopped off her chair and rushed over to hug you tight. You laughed and hugged her back as she said, “thank you Miss (Y/N). you know what?” You pulled back and raised a brow at her in question. “You’re just like Gandalf. You’re wise and you always say things that make other people feel better. Like he does with Bilbo!”

You laughed with her as you got to your feet, taking her hand to lead her towards the shelves you wanted. “So then does that make you Bilbo?”

“Uh-huh. And Dr. Reid is Thorin, ‘cause he’s really smart and clever, but he’s really nice too. And he’s a leader. And he’s probably brave enough to fight Smaug.”

“I bet you’re right,” you agreed, already looking forward to telling Spencer all about this tonight. He loves little kids, and knowing June thought about him so highly would definitely make his day. “You know, speaking of bravery and dragons… I think I know a good book for you this week.”

You paused at the end of one of the aisles and knelt down – June following your movement – and you tugged out a book you’d been waiting to recommend to her. She took your offering and studied the cover as she read out,

“The Two Princesses of Bamarre?”

“Yep. Do you remember reading Ella Enchanted last month?” June nodded slowly. “This was written by the same author. It’s about a little sister who has to be really brave and go on an adventure to save her big sister. There’s dragons, ogres, and fairies in this one.”

June’s eyes widened with every word, and as you both stood she peeked up at you. “And true love?”

That was what the two of you shared – you were both hopeless romantics.

“Would I give you a fairytale story without that?” June giggled and shook her head. You nudged her gently back towards the reading nook, knowing her mom wouldn’t be by to pick her up for another hour at least. “I’ve got to finish putting the books away, so you get started on that and see if you like it, alright?”

“Thanks Miss (Y/N)!” she said eagerly, already cracking the book open on her way. You just grinned and shook your head as you headed back to the books you’d left on the shelf. The front desk phone ringing hadn’t even caught your attention, and you were just grabbing the books again when the other librarian Amy came bustling over to you, handset held out.

“It’s Stafford Hospital asking for you,” she whispered, and instantly your stomach flipped. Why was a hospital several cities over be calling for you? Warily you took the handset and said,

“This is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Miss (Y/L/N), this is Nurse Lesser from Stafford Hospital. We’re calling you because you’re listed as the emergency medical contact for Spencer Reid.”

You nearly dropped the phone, sucking in a sharp breath as your heart skittered to a stop. “Oh my god, is he okay?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not able to go into specifics right now, but if you’d be able to come down and speak with –“

“Yes, yes, I’m on my way,” you said quickly, already racing for the front desk. As soon as the call ended you practically threw the handset back to Amy as you grabbed your purse. “I’ve got to go, I’m so sorry. I’ll see you later!”

Amy didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were booking it to your car.

The normally fifteen minute drive to the hospital took you less than ten; you’d be sure not to ever mention how many traffic laws you’d broken to get there so fast. Not that you really cared about that, though. Your mind was in overdrive, heart stuttering painfully against your ribs, lungs refusing to let you get a full breath. All you could hear was emergency medical contact for Spencer Reid.

Heels and all, you practically sprinted through the ER parking lot, desperate to find out what had happened. You and Spencer had been dating for just about five months now, and though he’d listed you as his contact as soon as you’d made things official, this was the first call you’d ever gotten for it. You knew dating an FBI agent came with risks like this, but you really hadn’t been prepared for the instant panic and fear that came with knowing Spencer had been hurt.

Once inside, though, you had no idea where to go or what to do. Maybe you should’ve thought to ask that during the call, but you’d flown into panic hyperdrive and had been on a one-track-mind purpose of getting to your boyfriend as fast as possible.

You paused in the lobby for several moments, looking around desperately until you spotted someone that looked like a nurse.

“Excuse me!” you called, racing after him. The young man paused and looked back at you as you asked quickly, “I-I got a call. I’m an emergency contact for a patient –“

“Which patient, ma’am?” he asked, glancing down at a clipboard in his hand.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. He’s with the FBI, I don’t know – they wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong –“

“I’m sorry ma’am, he’s not one of my patients. If you want to wait in the lobby –“

“You don’t understand. I need to know – can you just please find out where he is? Spencer Reid. R-E-I-D. They just called me –“

“I’m sorry, did you say Spencer Reid?” a woman asked from behind you. As soon as you were distracted the nurse practically bolted from your side, but you were too busy studying the group of people behind you.

The woman who had spoken – a petite, beautiful blonde – was coming up to you, confused concern on her face. You recognized her instantly from Spencer’s description of his team, and for a moment you worried he’d be upset. He hadn’t wanted you to meet his coworkers just yet – and certainly not like this – but right now that didn’t matter.

“You must be JJ,” you started, not missing the blink of alarm she gave you as she nodded slowly.

“Yeah… I am. I’m sorry, who are you?”

Oh, right. That had probably been a lot creepier than you’d meant.

“No, I’m sorry. That was super weird of me. I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), Spencer’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you guys.”

JJ and the others behind her all made noises of surprise. One of the men you recognized as Derek Morgan actually choked on his coffee as he spluttered, “I’m sorry, you’re what now?!”

Heat flooded your cheeks when you realized everyone was staring at you like you’d just sprouted a second head. Nervously you brought your hands together in front of you, fingers twisting together as you repeated a little quieter, “um, I’m Spencer’s girlfriend?”

“Spencer has a –“ a beautiful dark-haired woman scoffed, mouth hanging open as she tried to think of a way to finish that sentence. She must be Emily. “I had no idea Spencer had a girlfriend.”

“Surprise?” you offered, almost instantly cringing at how stupid that was. Thankfully, one of the older men seated behind the others gave an amused snort. Derek, Emily, and JJ all turned to stare at him as Emily asked incredulously,

“What, did you know about this, Rossi?”

“Of course not,” the man – apparently David Rossi – scoffed as he nodded at you. “But unlike you all it doesn’t surprise me that our resident genius would be dating a beautiful librarian. It doesn’t get any more Spencer Reid than that.”

Your cheeks were burning now as the others made noises of agreement. The last man to speak stepped forward and held out his hand to you.

“As I assume you already know, I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

“Spencer’s unit chief,” you confirmed, shaking his hand. “Though I never pictured it like this, it’s really great to meet you all finally.”

“It’s great to know you exist,” Derek quipped; Emily smacked his arm.

“You don’t know why Spence is here?” JJ prompted, and the surprise of meeting your boyfriend’s team flickered out the moment you remembered why you were here. At the look you gave her she said quickly, “don’t worry, he’s fine. He was cut by an UnSub we were chasing and he needed some stitches. We’re just waiting for the doctor to give us the clear to see him.”

Rossi patted the chair beside him and invited, “you’re more than welcome to sit with us, if we haven’t scared you off.”

“Of course not,” you smiled, taking him up on his offer and settling beside him. The others gathered a little closer, clearly ready to learn more about you. Derek wasted no time on jumping into the questions.

“So (Y/N), how long have you and Reid been dating?”

“Five months on the 18th,” you told him with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise and he made a noise of absolute shock.

“You’ve been datin’ for almost half a year and we didn’t know you existed?!”

“Um, surprise again?” you offered, getting a snort out of JJ this time. “I’m sorry. Spencer said he was waiting for the right time. He wanted to give us time to get comfortable with our relationship and make sure things were serious, and then things have just kept coming up. He definitely didn’t want to spring it on you like… well, exactly like it just happened…”

“He was going to tell us at the Halloween party, wasn’t he?” Emily asked you, and at the bewildered head nod you gave her she explained, “he was insistent we would all be there, and when we had to fly out on a case he was really upset. I thought it was just because he has an unnatural love for Halloween, but…”

“Wait,” JJ cut in, snapping her fingers. “When we invited him to lunch last week and he’d said he had to return a library book…”

The team around you ahh’d as they all chuckled. You looked around, still not getting their amusement, but thankfully Rossi caught on to your uncertainty.

“Reid’s been acting dodgy with us lately, and we’ve all been trying to pinpoint it. I can honestly tell you it’s a relief to know he’s in a relationship, not the mob.”

“You’re the only one that thought that,” Emily started, and from behind her, Aaron cleared his throat.

“No he wasn’t.”

The others turned to give him incredulous looks as JJ asked him, “you actually thought Spencer Reid was in the mob?”

“Hey, you and JJ thought he was in a fight club!” Rossi defended, and this time you had to snort.

“A fight club?” you laughed; Emily just offered a shrug as JJ said,

“He had bruises on his – oh.”

Ah, there was the burning in your cheeks again. The others laughed as Derek rubbed his hands together, looking around.

“Guess this means you all owe me your bets.” At the noise of protest around him, he said quickly, “I was the closest! I said he was crushin’ on someone!”

“You guys had money on his caginess?” you asked them with a bemused laugh. JJ, Rossi, and Hotch gave you apologetic smiles as Emily argued,

“That doesn’t count. Garcia wins, she said he had a secret girlfriend.”

“That’s not even fair,” Derek grumbled, shaking his head and crossing his arms irritably. “How is it the only one of us that was right is the one who isn’t even a profiler?”

Before they could go any further a voice called out, “I’m looking for Spencer Reid’s emergency contact, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

Instantly you scrambled out of your seat, rushing past the others to the Doctor peering down at you.

“Yes, that’s me. Is Spencer okay?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m happy to report he’s just fine,” he assured, and the group around you all made noises of relief. “He needed a decent amount of stitches but the blood loss was minimal and luckily there won’t be any long term damage. He’s ready for visitors, if you’d like me to take you back.”

Though you wanted to see him you didn’t feel right stepping in front of his team. They were his family and he’d known them all much longer than he’d known you. But when you looked back at them, JJ and Emily ushered you to go first.

“Go warn him that we’ve met, because as soon as we see him, he ain’t livin’ this down,” Derek assured you, giving a playful grin. With a laugh, you just gave a nod and followed the Doctor back into the patient rooms.

Spencer looked up at the sound of your heels, a huge smile spreading over his face. Though you instantly smiled back, you made a noise of distress seeing his bandaged arm. Rushing to his side, you gingerly took his arm and held it up, running your fingers lightly over the wrappings.

“Baby, are you okay?” you asked softly, looking up at him in concern. Spencer smiled and reached out, cupping your face with his free hand and brushing his thumb over your cheek in comfort.

“I’m just fine. I’m so sorry, I wanted to call and let you know what’d happened, but I left my phone in the SUV. I know the call from the hospital had to have taken you by surprise.”

“You know…” you started, giving him a smile as you leaned into his touch. “Not as much as finding your team in the waiting room did.”

He actually gasped, his mouth dropping into a shocked ‘O’ as he stared at you in mild horror. “Oh no. I – I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even think about that. I didn’t mean to throw you to them like that –“

“Spencer it’s okay,” you laughed. “It wasn’t what we’d talked about but I liked meeting them. Although apparently they were making bets about why you kept ducking out of things with them.”

He frowned, an adorable pout coming over his face. “They do that a lot. And they give [me] a hard time for being from Vegas…”

With a laugh, you finally let go of his arm and reached up, cupping his face with both your hands and pulling him down into a kiss. He hummed against your lips, the hand on your cheek sliding into your hair to hold you to him. Your lips moved against one another softly, tongues brushing briefly before you broke apart to keep from going farther.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” you said softly, letting your fingers slide over his face to sweep his hair back behind his ears. “Did you catch the guy that did this?”

He nodded, a hint of pride in his soft brown eyes as he gave you a smile. “I did, actually. We managed to stop him before he killed a teen, and even did it without him taking his own life. He cut into me instead of his neck. It was close.”

You knew how bad that must’ve shaken him. Spencer had told you his hardest cases were the ones he had to watch someone take their life, almost more so than the cases with kids. To hear he’d been the hero warmed you to your core, and you knew exactly what would make him even happier.

“It’s funny, I was just telling June about how brave Dr. Reid was, and you go and prove me right.”

As expected, Spencer’s face lit up with a smile at that and he sat up a little taller. “You told her I was brave?”

“I did,” you confirmed. “And it’s been decided that she’s Bilbo, I’m Gandalf, and you’re Thorin.”

“I’m Thorin?” he asked in surprise, and you gave an eager nod. “Why?”

“According to June, you’re smart, nice, and clever. She’s a pretty perceptive first grader.”

Of all the things you loved about Spencer, his genuine humility was one of his best qualities. You knew he didn’t see himself for the incredible man he truly was, and watching the soft blush on his cheeks at June’s compliment warmed your heart even further.

Before you could sweet talk your boyfriend any further, though, you heard commotion in the hallway. The rest of Spencer’s team all piled into the room, with Derek in the lead, a phone to his ear.

“Oh yeah, baby girl. I’ve got him right here. I’ll let him tell you why he kept his girlfriend from us for five months.”

Spencer’s eyes widened as Derek held out the phone; he shook his head and Derek gave a deadpan frown. When Spencer refused again, his friend stepped up and pressed the phone to his face.

“No, Morgan, I don’t – oh, uh, hey Garcia –“

You could hear the squeaking of a very upset woman on the other end and you laughed along with the team as JJ and Emily came up on either side of you.

“So, (Y/N), how does dinner with the team Saturday night sound?” Emily mused, and JJ elaborated,

“We have about six months of embarrassing Reid to make up for, and Rossi makes a mean lasagna. You in?”

“Oh, I’m definitely in,” you laughed, catching Spencer’s eye as he rambled off a desperate apology to the phone in Derek’s hand. He raised his brows to you, silently asking, is this okay?

The smile and wink you gave him assured that yes, this was better than okay. This was as close to perfect as meeting someone’s family would ever get.

[cilldaracailin]

Love of my Life

Hello my Tumblr lovely’s

Wow! Thank you so much for all the love and comments and support on the first part of this story. Just so lovely to see and read and so appreciated. (Especially as my motivation is on holidays at the moment for the next one but we won’t talk about that yet. I will get there. Also I need to knit some baby’s cardigans for my friend who is due a baby in November and they need to be done by September 25th as we have an afternoon tea planned.. so I need to get working on them and maybe I will be in a story place then...)

Anywhoo, here is the next part to this story. Mentions of hospitals, injuries, some anxiety and all the things you normally find with my stories as always.

Hope you all enjoy :)

Suze xx

P.S I don’t know Taron and it’s all just a story.

2 

“Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.”

With the paramedic’s gone, Robyn held tight onto her ticket and walked through the waiting area to find a seat to sit on, trying to get one near the back and once settled, made sure Beth was comfortable on her lap, cuddled right into her chest, feeling a chill to her skin as she wrapped her arms around her. Robyn moved so she could take off her blazer and laid it carefully over Beth’s upper body, settling her again. She then picked up her phone and called Emma, who told her Margaret had been in contact with her, telling her there was a massive tail back and she was going to be delayed getting to the hospital.

“That would be the reason why me and Beth are sitting in A&E. There is a huge pile up on the road she will have to take to get here from Wicklow.”

“She said she is going to try and take the back roads.”

“Well it looks like we have a bit of a wait here.”

“And Beth?”

“Ok for the moment.” Robyn looked down to her as she cosied up against her, the octopus still in her hand. “We will just have to wait.”

“Keep in contact with me and maybe you keep in contact with him? Try him again.”

With a roll of her eyes, Robyn ended the call and closed her eyes. Glad that Beth for the moment wasn’t in any pain, it gave her some time to collect her thoughts. She was definitely rattled no doubt about it and naturally with how the circumstances of Beth’s accident were so similar to Taron’s, it was hard not to let her thoughts drift. Taking out her phone again, she dialled Penny’s number, the therapist giving it to her after their first session but it went straight to her voice mail. Robyn hung up without leaving a message and sighed. It was typical. When she tried to look for help and openly looked for it, it couldn’t be found. The two people she wanted to talk to were busy and as Robyn pocketed her phone, squishing it beside her keys, hugged Beth a little tighter to her.

“My mammy?” She heard her say quietly.

“She is on the way darling. Might be a little late as there is a lot of traffic but I am not going anywhere.”

Four hours later still sitting on the horribly hard seats in A&E, Robyn was still waiting for their number to be called, Beth now asleep on her lap. She still hadn’t heard from Taron and she sat and silently fought her emotions. Using breathing tactic’s Penny had shown her, how to turn her anxiety into positive thinking, Robyn concentrated on her wonderful memories from last weekend, a smile on her lips as she focused on how happy Taron had been, how much fun they had on the beach and at Mari’s party and was concentrating so hard on not falling apart, that she missed her number being called and the person sitting beside her nudged her.

“It’s your turn.” The kind elderly woman said to her.

“Oh thanks.” Getting to her feet, Robyn had her purse in her hand, Beth in her arms and made her way towards the nurse who had called number sixty-eight. The little girl stirred in her arms but Robyn gently spoke to her, explaining the doctor was going to see her now. Her mother was still stuck in the traffic, calling Robyn herself but Margaret was so thankful to hear her daughter was ok, even more that Emma had offered to take David, Beth’s little brother for the evening so Margaret could get to the hospital and not miss his pick-up. Walking towards the nurse, Robyn was so glad to be finally getting somewhere. Although Beth was asleep, she had been mumbling and moving and Robyn was sure the pain killers were wearing off.

“Number sixty-eight?” The nurse asked shortly.

“Yep that’s us.”

“Ticket?”

Robyn looked to the nurse her eyes wide. “Ticket?”

“Yes I need to see your ticket.”

With her hands full, Robyn had no idea where she had put the ticket. “I am sorry, I don’t know where it is.”

“No ticket?” The nurse said placing her hands on her hips. “We have policy here.”

“I am sure you do but this little girl was rushed in by ambulance and we have been waiting our turn.”

“I need your ticket.” The nurse said firmly.

That positivity Robyn was trying hard to hold onto was very quickly slipping away and now with a missing ticket and no idea what to do next, thinking her only option was to speak to the receptionist behind the glass.

“Dear…” Robyn turned around when she heard a soft voice behind her, the elderly woman who had been sitting beside her slowly came walking towards her. “Your ticket was on your chair.”

Robyn thanked the lady and changing Beth’s weight onto one arm, took the ticket and handed it to the nurse. “My ticket.” She said, so tired already of the attitude of the nurse, who snapped it from her hand, Robyn holding Beth with two arms again.

“Robyn…”

“Yeah chicken. I am right here.”

“My arm hurts again.”

“I know darling. We are just ready to go and see the doctor.” Robyn took some steps towards the nurse who had yet to move. “Ticket’s ok?”

“Are you her mother?”

“Sorry?”

“Are you her mother?” The nurse asked again.

“Well no. I am not her mother.”

“And her mother or father are where?”

“Her mother is stuck in the traffic on the way here.”

“Her father?”

“Not here.” Robyn answered curtly.

“I am sorry but you cannot come in with her.” The nurse said reaching forward to take Beth, but Robyn stepped back. “You are not a blood relative, you cannot come with her.”

“Seriously?”

“We have hospital policy to follow.”

“I am the only one who is here with her.”

“And you are?”

“I work in the creche she attends.”

“So not her mother.”

Robyn gripped Beth tighter to her, feeling her cuddle into her. “As I already explained to you, no I am not her mother. She was in accident in creche this morning and I came with her in the ambulance because like I said, her mother was working and is now stuck in traffic trying to get here.”

“Only family can go with her. You can’t go. Give her to me.” The nurse moved and actually tried to take Beth, but Robyn turned around, protecting the little girl with everything she had. “Oh come on now. This is just being childish.”

Robyn looked over her shoulder, feeling already on edge with angered emotions ready to burst. “I can’t go but you want to take the four-year-old from the only person she knows in this hospital and leave her with a stranger and sit in strange room with a doctor examining her when she is already terrified. I don’t think so. I would rather pull another ticket and wait thanks very much.” She turned on her heels and walked away. “You may as well call the next ticket. She goes nowhere without me.”

“Lucy, where is my next patient?” A young male doctor walked through the double doors behind the nurse. “I have been waiting a while and we have a busy A&E to catch up on now we are finally through the patients from the accident.”

“I am just working on it Doctor Flanagan.” The nurse called Lucy turned back towards the waiting room. “So ticket sixty-nine.”

The doctor walked forward and stood next to the nurse. “Sixty-eight not here?”

On hearing her ticket number, Robyn turned on her heels and took in the deep brown eyes of the doctor. “Oh I am ticket sixty-eight but apparently because I am not related to the little girl in my arms, I am not allowed come in with her so I am just waiting until the policy changes because I am sure you can understand, I am not leaving her alone.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and her obvious anger and she turned away, making her way back to where she had been sitting.

“Hey wait.” The doctor followed Robyn and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Little girl? Hardly the one who Gavin brought in by ambulance earlier?” He saw the slightest nod of her head. “I am so sorry about the wait. That accident just monopolised our time. I was supposed to see you when you arrived. Please come through now with me. I am Doctor Flanagan. George Flanagan. Lucy, the next ticket can be taken by Doctor Rhodes. I will look after this one. Please follow me.”

Without any words, Robyn took the same path as the doctor and blanked the nurse, continuing on through the open doors which were held for her. Finally out of the waiting area, Robyn followed the doctor down the corridor, that hospital smell hitting her nose, once again her mind drifting back to Florida as she sat in the hospital for those few minutes with Taron. It was as if her feet were on auto pilot and she nodded her thanks to the doctor as he held open the door of one of the examination rooms for her, closing it behind her.

“I am sorry again for the wait. Unfortunately, we never know what could come our way and that accident has just really set us back.” The doctor gestured to the bed for Robyn to sit and took his own chair. “So we have one brave little girl here.”

Robyn explained what had happened that morning, how Beth’s mother was stuck in traffic from the accident earlier and Doctor Flanagan had been much more understanding of Robyn’s situation with Beth and didn’t even try to move her from Robyn’s lap, but rather spoke to her, asking her normal questions about creche and her friends and while he was doing so, was doing a visual check over of her. Happy with what he had seen so far and now that Beth was talking to him, he knew he could ask Robyn to get her to lay down on the bed.

“Beth I just want to check your arm.”

Robyn made sure to sit at Beth’s legs giving the doctor the space he needed to work, again memories of sitting alongside Taron as her doctor’s in Kilcreen filling her. Trying to keep a picture of Taron’s gorgeous smile in her face, she listened to the Doctor as she spoke so softly to Beth.

“Well I think you are one very lucky girl.”

“I am like Taron!” Beth grinned.

The doctor looked to Robyn and waited a few seconds for an explanation as to who Taron was. “He is a friend of mine. Got in a bad accident last year. I happened to be there and helped him. Beth is a fan.” She gave the little girls knee a squeeze.

“Taron named the octopus wyth. He is Welsh.” She held up the Octopus who had been turned around to the happy face once she was settled on the bed.

Robyn would have rolled her eyes except the way Beth gushed over Taron was absolutely adorable and to be honest, she happily gushed over him many a time too.

“Well I can see that.” The doctor grinned. “That’s a very cute octopus and you are definitely a very brave little girl.” He turned to Robyn. “I am going to give her some more pain killers but that arm is going to need to be x-rayed. You can go with her to the x-ray but won’t actually be able to go in with her. I will get one of the nurses to bring her in.”

“Once it isn’t Lucy.” Robyn said, an edge to her voice.

“I will get one of the paediatric nurses to come. She can walk down with you.”

“Thank you.”

“You can wait outside for her. Then the nurse will bring you to the family room to wait with Beth. I am afraid there is a bit of a backlog on x-rays too.”

“No that’s ok. Once she isn’t in any pain and hopefully her mother should be here soon.” Robyn looked at her watch. Now just after half-four, Robyn really hoped Margaret was close to the hospital. Although she wasn’t going to leave the little girl alone, she was tired and really wanted to try and call Taron again.

“Well when she does arrive, she can come straight through.”

After the doctor had managed Beth’s pain, he called the paediatric unit, asking for one of their nurses to come down to him and then turned to Robyn, seeing the young woman in front of him holding herself straight, almost too straight, an obvious fatigue on her soft features, deep circles under her eyes. “You’ve had a tough day.”

Robyn nodded. “I am really getting used to it to be honest but once she is ok that is all that matters to me.”

“She will be. You need anything? Have a headache?” The doctor asked kindly.

“Nah I am good. Just tired.” She saw the look on the doctor’s face. “A small one. It has been a very busy week at work. I have been doing the job of three staff members. We are bit short staffed and this morning was hard for me. Too close to home.” She offered no more information, seeing an understanding in the doctor’s eyes.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked coming a little closer to her. “You look a little pale.”

“Not at all.”

Robyn sat still, letting the doctor give her a quick examine, her hand on Beth’s leg the whole time, keeping contact and support there for her. She followed the instructions of the doctor as he completed a few tests on her, checking her pulse, shining a light in her eyes, checking her heart beat and even slipping her arm into a blood pressure cuff.

“Your blood pressure is quite low but your heart is racing.” The doctor said as he listened to her chest again. “And you said you were tired?” He reached out to take her right hand in his free left one. “Cold hands too.”

“My hands are always cold.” Robyn answered. “And it has been a very emotional day and a Friday after an extra-long week of work. I am normally tired by the end of the week.”

“You feeling more tired than usual though? Finding things you normally get through easily, difficult? Or just that you tire more easily when before you still had lots of energy?”

Robyn slowly nodded. “Well I guess. I mean I went to visit Taron last weekend and had a swim in the sea and normally I wouldn’t get tired after a few strokes but did struggle a bit.”

The doctor nodded. “Keep an eye on this Robyn.” He said as he wrapped his stethoscope around his neck. “I know working a full week naturally will leave any person tired but extra tiredness over simple tasks is always the start of an illness. If it keeps up, go to your local GP. Get some blood tests done. You seem like a person we need to keep around.”

Robyn gave a small smile and half nod.

“Want me to give you something for the headache?”

Robyn shook her head. “Nah, I will be ok. I know it is probably because I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast too. I will be fine.”

The doctor was about to reply to her, but Robyn turned her head as the examination door opened, a pretty little nurse walking in with a pixie cut and large brown eyes, interrupting them.

“Hey George. Heard you need an escort to x-ray.”

“Sure do Livy.” The doctor turned to Beth who was holding the octopus to her, the plush now turned back to the sad frown. “This is Beth and Robyn.” He gestured to both in the room with him. “And Beth is the bravest little four-year-old I know.”

Livy walked over to the bed and gave Beth a smile. “I like your octopus.”

“His name is wyth. He is Welsh.”

Livy grinned. “What a great name. So I hear me and you and Robyn get to go to x-ray together.”

“Robyn is coming.”

“Of course she is.” Livy answered immediately.

“And wyth.”

“Definitely. We can’t leave him behind.” She moved into the spot the doctor had left to stand beside the little girl. “So you going to walk with me?” Beth hesitated, the nurse picking up on her reluctance and crouched down a little so she could look at the little girl in her eye. “And do you know that after an x-ray you not only get a sticker but I am sure we could find some ice cream too.”

Beth’s whole face lit up at the words ice cream. “And some for Robyn too?”

“Sure why not.”

“Ok.”

With some help, Beth got up from the bed and once on her feet, reached out for Robyn’s hand and holding it tight, walked with the nurse towards x-ray. Robyn thought it was going to take a lot of coaxing to get her into x-ray but she took a quick liking to the nurse, chatting away with her the whole walk down the hallway and in the lift and she even handed the octopus over to Robyn so she wouldn’t be alone as she waited for them.

“We will be really quick.” The nurse said to Robyn as she held Beth’s hand. “In and out and then I will bring you to the family waiting room.”

Robyn paced the floor outside the x-ray, ignoring the looks of people who were waiting their turn, some of them frowning her way as Beth was taken in before them, keeping her eyes on the floor, the octopus tight in her hands. She jumped when her phone rang and she dropped the octopus, pulling her phone from her pocket, her heart sinking when she saw it was Emma calling her, and not Taron.

“Robyn. Hey.”

“Hi Emma.” Robyn said as she picked up the plush from the ground.

“I have just been off the phone with Margaret. She should be with you in the next twenty minutes. Finally got around the traffic.”

“That’s great. Thanks Emma. Beth has just been brought into x-ray. The doctor gave her the all clear apart from her arm.”

“Brilliant. I also had that chat with Jade and Lisa and I have made them remove the shelf from the room. Believe me, next time you ask them to do something, it will be done.”

“Thanks Emma.” It was a relief for Robyn to know she wouldn’t have to re-visit that talk with the staff, knowing she really would blow a fuse if she had to do it.

“So you hear from Taron?” Emma asked casually.

“Yeah. He sent me a quick text but nothing else yet. He will call me back when me back when he can. I also gave Penny a call too but she was busy. I will try her again this evening.”

“I am so proud of you Robyn. Really trying to let others in.”

Robyn kept walking up and down as she spoke to Emma. “Doing my best. Emma I am going to go. Just in case Margaret calls me.”

“Yeah sure. She knows I am taking David home with me this evening so she doesn’t need to worry about rushing back to Kilcreen.”

“Well hopefully once we get these x-rays back we will know what the story is with Beth and can go from there. Probably another bit of a wait though.”

“Just keep in contact with me.”

“Will do.”

Robyn was sure she was wearing a hole in the floor but for her it was better than sitting again in another hard chair and she turned when she heard her name called, seeing Margaret running her way, her face flushed with worry. She was greeted with a hug, Robyn taken back at the gesture but hugged Beth’s mother back.

“Thank you so much.” Margaret said into her shoulder. “I swear Robyn, you are an angel.”

Robyn chuckled. “Now I wouldn’t say that.” She let Margaret go. “Beth is fine. Few bumps and bruises, maybe a broken arm but the doctor checked her over and she is fine. No concussion or any other serious injuries.”

“I cannot thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to. It’s my job.”

Margaret placed both her hands on Robyn’s shoulders. “You do more than your job Robyn. You love and care for each of those children as if they are you own. My daughter idolises you and at his rate I wouldn’t trust anyone else with her.”

“Mammy!”

Robyn and Margaret turned as Beth walked out of the x-ray room, the little girl taking to run straight into her mother’s arms. Robyn stepped back to let them have their moment, coming to stand beside the nurse as she motioned to her.

“It will take an hour or so before we get those x-rays back. You are all more than welcome to go and wait in the family room. It is just down to the left and when the results come through I will come and find you. I am guessing that is her mother.” Robyn nodded. “Brilliant. Doctor Flanagan asked me to let him know when she arrived too. If you want to head on down Robyn, I will take Beth and her mam to the doctor and then bring them back.”

“Sure.”

After explaining where she was going and where she would be waiting, Robyn watched Margaret and Beth follow the nurse back to the doctor’s office while she made her way towards the family waiting room. Dropping herself into the chair, so glad to see it had a bit more softness to it, Robyn let her whole-body sink into the seat, her eyes closing. She had put her phone, keys, purse and the octopus on the seat beside her and now finally having her hands empty was able to run her hands down her face, feeling some of the tension leaving her but that was only replaced by those building emotions she had been feeling since earlier that morning.

“He is ok. He is ok.” She muttered to herself, her hands now in her hair. “Just a coincidence and Beth is fine. Taron is fine.” She reached out to grab her phone and called him, her hand shaking a little as she held the phone against her ear. Hearing his voice mail just wasn’t enough for her and she cancelled the call, not bothering to leave a message this time. She just had to be patient and wait for him to call her. She tried Penny again and with a frustrated sigh, dropped her phone down onto the seat. She was told she needed to open herself up, to talk, to be willing to talk but why did it seem the universe was giving her a sign that was a stupid thing to do.

“Robyn!”

She looked up to see Beth running towards her, her mother on her heels. “Well hello you.”

“Doctor George gave me a sticker and I got one for you and wyth too. Mammy didn’t want one.”

“Well thank you. That is so kind of you.” She forced a smile on her face as Beth put the sticker onto her blouse.

“Doctor George said I was the bravest little princess he had ever met.” She beamed, picking up the octopus and giving it a sticker too.

“Well I already knew that chicken.”

Beth with some help from her mother sat on the seat beside Robyn. “We have to wait for my x-rays.”

Robyn nodded. “Of course.”

“Robyn you don’t have to stay.” Margaret reached over to place a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you so much for all you have done but why don’t you head home. It has been a long day for you and not an easy one I am sure.”

Robyn shook her head no. “If you don’t mind, I think I would like to stay, just to make sure everything is ok with her.”

“Robyn really…”

“I am happy to stay. I need to stay.”

While it was so obvious having her mother around really soothed Beth, knowing Robyn was staying too made the little girl happy, and she played with the octopus who now had his happy face back, while they waited for the nurse to come back with her x-rays.

Just after six, Robyn’s phone rang and picking it up, her whole heart lifting as she saw Taron’s name in the screen. She excused herself and left the waiting room, answering the phone once she was out in the corridor.

“Robyn!”

“Hey Taron.”

“Sweetheart I am sorry I literally have a minute but wanted to return your call.” It wasn’t the response she had been hoping for or needed but she could hear the apologetic tone in his voice and just hearing his deep tones, was a start. “Robyn, you there?”

“Yeah I am here.”

“So you’ve had a shit day yeah?”

“Yeah something like that.”

“Robyn I am so sorry I don’t have time to chat but…”

She interrupted him quickly. “Look, I know you are working this weekend and it is night shoots and such short notice and it is ok if this isn’t ok but I was wondering if I could come and see you and come today, well later on today.”

“Robyn…”

“I know it’s awkward because you are working.”

“Robyn…”

“I would like to come up this evening and again it is such short notice but I really would just like to…”

“Robyn!” Taron’s voice was a little louder, but enough for her to stop speaking. “You know you are welcome to see me whenever you want. I will text you the address of the set. Come straight over Robyn.”

His next words were goodbye and see you soon and Robyn ended the call feeling no better but knowing he was happy for her to go and see him, that meant a lot to her at the moment. Leaning against the wall, Robyn felt overly warm suddenly, her previous headache increasing to a pounding now.

“Robyn?” She looked up to see Livy standing beside her. “You ok? You have gone terribly pale.”

“Yeah I am fine thanks. Just been a difficult day.”

Livy gave her a nod. “I can understand that but has had a very positive outcome. Beth’s arm only has a small little break. We will pop it in a cast and it should heal as good as new in six weeks or so.”

“I am so glad to hear that.”

“Come on in with me and we can share the good news with the family.”

Once Livy had explained the results of the x-ray, how Beth’s arm would be fixed into a cast, Robyn decided now it was time for her to go. Happy Beth was going to be fine and seemed to be delighted with getting her cast, Robyn said her goodbyes, accepting many hugs before she left. Collecting her belongings, she made her way out of the hospital, looking for her car but only remembering the row, she ended up walking around the whole carpark until she found it.

“Fucking hell.” She cursed as she unlocked the car and got in, dropping everything onto her passenger seat, including her octopus which thankfully she managed to talk Beth into giving back to her. It was something she was not willing to part with, the octopus turned back to his frown, Robyn herself switching it back as she searched for her car. Now near seven, her mind was set on one thing.

To get to Taron.

Getting google maps going on her phone, she popped in the address Taron had texted her and with a journey of nearly two hours ahead of her, Robyn headed out of the hospital and straight onto the motorway that would take her to Belfast. She battled with the idea of going back to Kilcreen first but that would have added an extra hour each way onto her journey and that didn’t include packing a bag so made the choice to just head to Belfast as she was, hoping Taron didn’t mind sharing his things with her.

As she drove, the long boring drive down the motorway gave her mind plenty of time to start over thinking and over think she did and was finding it so hard to pull the positive thoughts through that she had to pull in, picking a busy service station at Banbridge before she got herself into an accident.

The late night cold fresh air did nothing to help her over heated body as she stood outside the car and Robyn took her hands away from the roof of the car, her mind still thinking through her horrible morning, now running her hands through her loose hair, looking down to her blouse which was blood stained from Beth, the sticker still stuck onto the silk material. Cursing to herself, she had nothing to change into and needed to use the bathroom before she kept on her journey towards Taron. Climbing back into the car, she dragged her blue blazer back out to put on, closing the buttons, while fixing the white shirt to try and hide as much of the red spots as she could. She then stretched back in to get her phone, making sure to grab her purse and keys from the car before she managed to lock them in the car. Scrubbing at her eyes, they were tired and sore and her head was splitting from the stress of the day. While she was with Beth, she was distracted and busy but now it was just her and so easy to get caught inside her head. Her headache which had begun as she paced in the hospital was still there and it had only gotten worse as she sat stuck in traffic, cursing the Friday evening bumper to bumper line up she was driving in and with nothing to drink or eat, she felt a little light headed, routing through her glove box for a secret stash of chocolate bar or packet of jellies. Coming up empty, she had to make do with putting two chewing gum into her mouth, hoping the tiny dose of sugar would perk her up.

It wasn’t meant to be though and standing up, she had to grab the open door tight as she felt her head spin, a horrible spell of dizziness hit her, black spots appearing before her eyes and she lost her balance for a moment, leaning against the car door, the silver door swinging open fully. It took a few seconds before she felt she could try to stand up straight, still holding onto the car door with shaking hands. Once the black spots were gone, she took her time, breathing in the fresh air around her. Looking down she realised she dropped her belongings, not even remembering hearing them fall on the ground and carefully bent down to pick them up, worried another dizzy spell was going to hit her but as she stood up straight, the only thing that still hurt was the headache that had settled at the back of her head. Groaning, she closed the car door, locking it and making sure to check the car park, before she moved, headed towards the garage, her mind still thinking through the day.

She walked slowly across the petrol station’s car park, looking up the sky and sighed. It was drizzling with rain not that it bothered her but she was getting slightly wet and as fast as she could, made her way from the car towards the shelter of the shop. She had parked in the furthest spot away from the station, needing the space around her, feeling slightly caged in after being stuck in her car as she drove down the motorway, her mind whirling. She fumbled with her phone and keys, dropping her keys again, the noise jangling loud on the ground. She bent down to pick them up, the thumb of her left hand swiping the screen of her phone as she stood up, her screen saver a picture of her and Taron at his premier staring back at her. Locking her phone, so she didn’t see the picture any more and Robyn wrapped her arms around herself, heading into the petrol station, going straight for the bathroom.

The walk through the petrol station seemed to take forever and it was no wonder as the bathrooms were at the very end of the large service station. Finally seeing the female sign on the black door, Robyn pushed it open with two hands and locked herself into the last cubicle. Putting the toilet seat down, she took a seat and placed her head into her hands, taking some deep breathes. She thought back to her short phone call with Taron and knew he was worried at her message and so apologetic that his return call took so long, even more so that it was going to be so short. He was in such a rush but Robyn cut him off straight away with a question, just asking him right out if it was ok if she went to see him. Running her hands through her hair again, she was so relieved he didn’t want an explanation, happy to just say yes.

After using the toilet in the service station, Robyn walked to the sink and once she had washed her hands, splashed some water on her face. She hadn’t heard any more from Taron except a text with the address of where he was filming and she had already typed that in google maps, so she knew where she was going. He started work at seven and now just before nine, Robyn’s journey to Belfast had been a slow one thanks to traffic and her own bubbling nerves and feelings.

Robyn leaned her hands on the sink in the bathroom, closing her eyes as her head spun again, this time the world spinning behind her closed eyes. The pain in her head increased for a few seconds as she faltered on her feet again, gripping the marble sink top until she felt steady. Moaning at the pain in her head, she was dreading the rest of her journey but had come so far now and needed to get to Taron no matter how long it took her. Glancing in the mirror, there was a horrid tiredness on her face that hadn’t been there that morning but she wasn’t surprised after her day.

Robyn took her time leaving the bathroom at the service stop, concerned about her two dizzy spells but now that they had passed, it was her headache that was causing her pain. Never one to get a headache, Robyn was so uncomfortable with the constant pounding in her head and before she left the petrol station bought some paracetamol and bottle of water, praying two would at least ease the ache. Once back in her car, she swallowed two of the tablets and drank the water, not stopping until the bottle was empty. Letting her head lean against the head rest, she closed her eyes. It would only take about half an hour to finish her journey to Taron but she felt like she just needed a quick nap before she started to car again, her whole body exhausted. Lifting her right elbow she used it to tap down the lock of the car. Taron knew she was coming but with their quick minute conversation, he really had no idea why or at what time, just that she was on her way to him. Crossing her arms over herself, she sank down a little in her seat and tried to get somewhat comfortable, praying the pain killers she took would work quickly for her.

Robyn woke with a start, her breathing fast as she took her in surroundings, remembering she was in her car, still parked in the service station. The loud heavy rain battered against the windows and the sound had woken her up, along with a slightly bad dream of watching a terrified Taron being wheeled away from her in the hospital in Florida. Checking her watch, it was just after eleven and she rubbed her eyes, taken back at how long she had slept. Looking out the front window, the station was still busy, cars pulling in and out and she groaned as she brought her hands to her head, the headache still there but now it had moved to behind her eyes and the tablets she had taken seemed to have had no effect on it. She fumbled around for her phone on the passenger seat, shivering a little with the cold in the car and finding her keys, started the car and turned the heat on full, then looking for her phone. She had a missed call, two texts and voice mail from Taron.

“Hey Robyn. I have told the security that you are coming up this way so you can just walk on through to me. I am always here for you chicken and ready and waiting with a long squishy hug. Hope this was long enough of a voice mail with some Welsh tones for you. See you soon.”

With the car slowly heating up, Robyn was concerned the heat would make her tired, so she turned it off and rolled down her window, feeling the rain on her skin. Clicking into her maps on her phone, she set up the directions for the remainder of her journey, hoping she had enough data left to make the drive. She had driven into Northern Ireland before but never so far, usually getting the train if she wanted to go to Belfast so needed to helpful directions to get her where she needed to go. With only a street address, she figured Taron was filming exactly where he had text her. She got her phone set up in the holder on the windscreen and once she had pulled her seatbelt on, checked she was clear to move off, thankful she was more than halfway to seeing Taron. She definitely needed that hug and had a lot to get off her chest.

The voice on maps brought her on the ring roads around Belfast and into a much quieter part of the city and as she came into a cosy housing estate, she had to make two U-turns as her way was blocked off. Realising she had come to the edge of the closed set, decided to find a place to park, which was quite difficult in the dark and she had no idea of the area. Eventually she parallel parked into a small space around the corner from where she had made the second U-turn and once she had locked the car, shoved her keys into her pocket and walked towards the blocked off area. Still raining, though not as heavy as it had been, she brought her octopus with her, knowing it was all she needed to give to Taron for him to know something had happened, though she was pretty sure he knew that already. She followed the blockade around, seeing some bright flood lights ahead and underneath them, a small hut with two people inside. After midnight, there was no one else around and as Robyn approached the entrance to set, the two guards came out to greet her.

“Evening.” One said politely. “I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to go back the way you came. This area is all closed. Unless you have a residents pass of course.”

Robyn shook her head. “No resident’s pass. My name is Robyn Quinn?” She said cautiously, not too sure if these were the security Taron had mentioned to her but as she saw the first guard look to the second and then to a clipboard in his hands, she was sure she was in the right place.

“Robyn?” The guard asked again. “Got some ID on you?”

“Yeah of course.” Robyn opened her purse and pulled out her driving license, handing it over to the guard, who double checked the photo and then gave it back to her.

“So you are Robyn.”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Taron told us you would be heading this way.” The guard gave her a smile. “I have a pass for you.” He took three steps back to the small hut and came back out with a black lanyard, a blue rectangular pass attached to it. He handed it over to her. “Please wear this at all times when on the set. Lets us know who you are and that you are full access to all areas in set.”

Robyn took the pass and looking at it was so surprised to see her photo on it, along with her name. She placed it around her neck and looked back to the guard, so unsure of what she was to do next.

“If you would just wait here for a few minutes. I will give the directors assistant a call who can bring you onto the set.” The guard explained to her.

“Sure no problem.”

The rain was still spitting a little and Robyn felt a shiver run through her, along with another quick spell of light headedness and she closed her eyes, until it passed, hoping the two guards didn’t see her wobble a little before she found her footing. She held the octopus tight in her right hand, trying to keep herself together, praying she could keep her composure even after she saw Taron but now knowing she was so close to him, she felt dead on her feet and with a new tiredness filling her whole body, she just wanted a squishy hug and then to sit down.

“And you must be the famous Miss Quinn.”

Robyn turned on her heels to see a man coming towards her behind the barrier carrying a large umbrella. He had a friendly face, his own lanyard around his neck and as well as the umbrella he carried a light grey rain coat which looked very familiar to Robyn.

“It is so nice to finally meet you.” The man held out his hand. “I am Joe. I am Matthew’s assistant.” He lightly shook Robyn’s hand. “Taron is currently on set filming but he asked me to greet you and bring you to him. He also asked me to give you this. Said you wouldn’t have a jacket.” Joe handed over the raincoat to her, his head tilting a little. “I guess he was right.”

Robyn reached out and took the coat from him, remembering Taron throwing it into his case less than a week ago and the frown she gave him as she folded it for him. It was light but completely water proof and Robyn was thankful for the extra layer of protection from the miserable weather that had yet to lift. “Thank you and I am Robyn but you know that. It is nice to meet you. Taron has mentioned a Joe once or twice when I have been speaking to him about set.” She rolled the sleeves up twice and pocketed her belongings, but kept the octopus out, the plush a little damp from the rain.

Joe gave her a large smile. “Is it ok to say he has definitely mentioned your name more than once.”

Robyn couldn’t help but smile back, a genuine smile on her lips, the first all day. “Yeah that’s ok.”

Joe laughed a little. “Right well do you want to come on with me?”

“Sure thank you.”

Finally getting past the barrier, Robyn followed the director’s assistant, thanking him again as he gave her shelter from the rain with the umbrella. Looking around, there was nothing to say it was a movie set to her, nothing out of the ordinary like she had seen in New York, the road they were walking down, a normal housing estate. It wasn’t until she turned the corner that she saw the rigs and cranes for the camera’s, the tracks on the ground for the cameras to run on and the number of people around, all bundled up against the rain.

“The set is live.” Joe said to Robyn in a slight whisper, turning to her. “What I mean is they are filming right now. We just have to be very quiet so not to disturb the scene. It’s been a long night already and we are only five hours in. I will bring you all the way but you just have to watch your step and be super quiet.”

“I don’t want to disturb the filming Joe.” Robyn said stopping. “I know from Taron how tedious it can be and I don’t mind waiting until they have a break. I can go back and wait in my car.”

“And if I do that, Taron will murder me. I am under strict instructions to bring you right to him, but to tell you he is filming. We can wait on the side.”

“I really don’t want to get in the way Joe. The schedule is so tight.” Robyn didn’t follow Joe but stood as she was. “Really I can wait for Taron.”

Joe reached back and took her arm. “You won’t be in the way. Matthew is fine with it too. Apparently he is waiting for another stormy scene?”

Robyn could feel the blush fill her cheeks. “Not going to happen but if everyone is ok with it, I am intrigued to watch from behind the scenes.”

“Everyone is ok with it. Come on. Watch your step.”

Robyn continued to follow Joe, carefully stepping over cables and tracks, keeping very close to the man in front who was leading her towards Taron. As she got closer, she could see a lot more people together in one place, camera men and sound technicians holding onto their gear, keeping still and quiet and as they walked to a wooden fence, Robyn finally got her first glimpse of Taron. On his knees, his hands held up to his face, the actor opposite him towering over him, screaming at him. It was a natural response and Robyn’s hands flew to her mouth after her loud gasp echoed around the quiet set as the actor in front of Taron, slapped him hard.

“Shit!” Robyn cursed under her hands, mortified as everyone looked her way. Holding her hands up, Robyn looked sheepishly to Matthew who was a few feet away from her. “Erm sorry! My bad.” She apologised. “So sorry. Really really sorry.”

[hale-13]

Ulcerated

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 8 - Force Feeding

It’s only been a week since Tony last saw the kid but the weight he’s lost is clear in the way his shirt is just a little baggier than normal, the paleness of his face, the gauntness of his cheeks and Tony has to hold in his sympathetic wince. May Parker was never one to exaggerate but Tony had kind of been hoping that she was this time.

Words: 2720, Chapters: 1/1 (Completed), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & May Parker

Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Tony Stark, Helen Cho

TW: Vomiting, Medical Procedures

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

It’s only been a week since Tony last saw the kid but the weight he’s lost is clear in the way his shirt is just a little baggier than normal, the paleness of his face, the gauntness of his cheeks and Tony has to hold in his sympathetic wince. May Parker was never one to exaggerate but Tony had kind of been hoping that she was this time.

“Hey Pete,” he says, trying to keep his tone light and his voice gentle, Peter looks like he’s one stiff breeze from passing out or crying – it’s a toss up – and Tony doesn’t want to find out which is more likely. Peter raises one hand just above waist level in a half-assed wave and Tony bites the inside of his cheek sharply. “May said you’d been feeling pretty crummy kiddo.”

Peter shrugs and hums noncommittally, eyes a little unfocused from, what Tony guesses is, low blood sugar. He purses his lips and weighs his options before crossing the room to pull Peter into a careful hug. Peter goes nearly boneless in his arms but doesn’t raise his own to return the embrace which worries Tony even more; Peter is more tactile than just about anyone Tony’s ever met and is always eager for any physical affection. His stomach turns and he looks up to make eye contact with May where she’s wringing her hands in stress and looking guilty in her navy scrubs.

“Thanks for this Tony,” she says, approaching them and running her fingers through the rat’s nest of Peter’s curls. He’s still leaning up against Tony either for emotional or physical support, he’s not sure which. “I was worried about leaving him alone.”

“It’s no problem at all,” he assured and it wasn’t. When May had first called him about Peter’s supposed stomach flu earlier in the week he had sent all of the kid’s medical information to Cho who had told them, based on his symptoms and history, that they just needed to fill him up with as many fluids as possible and start a bland diet. They couldn’t afford not to with Peter’s wicked fast metabolism. May had taken most of the week off work to cram electrolytes and soup down Peter’s throat but her PTO had run out and she was on shift for the next three days. When she had called Tony for their daily update he had insisted that Peter come stay with him in the Tower – the penthouse a convenient few floors above the MedBay if they needed it.

“Okay Petey,” May said, pulling Peter into her own arms to fold him into a soft hug that Peter at least attempted to return. “You get some rest and try to eat something for Tony okay? I’ll call you in the morning when I get home but I’ll have my phone on if you need me and the hospital can always page me if I’m not able to answer okay?”

“Sure,” Peter rasped and Tony winced at how rough his voice sounded but, he supposed, non-stop vomiting for the majority of the week would do that to you.

“Alright,” May said, looking torn and a little devastated and Tony empathized. Peter was the closest thing he had to a son and he couldn’t imagine leaving him like this now that they were together. She made eye contact with him and Tony could read the clear ‘you’re going to have to take him from me or I won’t let go’ expression on her face and pulled Peter gently back to him.

“I’ve got him May,” Tony promised. “The chefs at the Tower have prepared a ton of bland foods for us to try and Cho’s on call if we need her. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” she said, eyes a little damp. She cleared her throat and pressed her lips to Peter’s forehead. “I love you Pete.”

“Love you too,” Peter mumbled back and Tony slipped his arm a little lower down the kid’s back to support him when he swayed a little unsteadily, dazed. He needed to get Peter off his feet fast before he passed out. They rode down the janky elevator together but went their separate ways at the curb – May toward the subway and Tony maneuvering Peter to lay half in his lap in the back seat of the town car Happy had been idling in the fire lane in front of the apartment.

“Step on it Hap,�� Tony said once he had Peter settled, ignoring the concerned look his friend was giving them both in the rear view mirror. “Make it a smooth ride yeah?”

“No problem Boss,” Happy promised, pulling away from the curb with the utmost care and merging them into the Queens traffic.

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“I know you don’t want to,” Tony began, apologetic as he nearly shoved a bite of unsalted, unbuttered white rice into Peter’s unwilling mouth, trying not to feel overly guilty about the look of pure betrayal on Peter’s face. “But you’ve already lost over eight pounds and its hard enough to keep up with your metabolism as it is. I know you don’t want to end up in the MedBay.”

Peter sighed around the mouthful of rice but chewed it and swallowed it, begrudgingly accepting the next bite Tony forced into his mouth. They got through about half the bowl before Peter abruptly turned pale and then green, barely managing to grab the empty bucket Tony had placed next to him, vomiting up a mixture of bile and undigested rice. Tony squeezed his eyes shut a second in commiseration before rubbing the kid’s back to help him through it. “It was a good attempt buddy,” he said quietly as Peter retched painfully into the bucket until he was dry heaving only.

The episode only lasted for a couple minutes but Peter looked completely exhausted when he collapsed back to rest against the headboard of his bed, letting Tony pull the bucket from his limp grasp. “No thanks,” he said, voice sounding even worse now, throatier and deeper than normal with the wear and tear on his vocal cords, and pushing away the bottle of Pedialyte Tony had tried to force into his hand.

“Not optional kiddo,” Tony told him sympathetically, pressing the straw between Peter’s unwilling lips and staring until he finally gave in and took a few swallows, his Adam’s apple spasming.

“Can I just sleep?” He asked pathetically, eyes red rimmed and skin both pale and flushed, skin drooping with how tired he clearly was.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Tony offered. “You eat another five bites and drink a quarter of the Pedialyte and I’ll let you have a four hour nap before we repeat. Do we have an accord?”

Peter looked at him with sad eyes, the bags under them dark and deep. “I don’t really get a choice huh?”

“Not if you want to avoid the MedBay,” Tony agreed. “The only reason I haven’t taken you already is because you asked me not to but, if this gets any worse, you’ll have to go.”

“Give me the rice,” Peter said, defeated and Tony passed it to his shaking grip, steadying the bowl while Peter forced down five bites of the rice, washing it down with the drink before lying back and cuddling up to Tony’s side, eyes already half-lidded with sleep.

“Put on some Brooklyn 99 would you FRI? Volume at twenty percent.”

“On it Boss,” FRIDAY’s voice responded quietly, pulling the show up on the flat screen in Peter’s room as Tony started massaging Peter’s scalp.

At some point he must have fallen asleep as well because, the next thing he knew, he was waking up to Peter gagging out his name and lurching for the trash can next to the bed. Tony hastened to grab it and thrust it under Peter’s chin – just in time for the poor kid to retch weakly into it. “Let it all out Webs,” Tony said, rubbing Peter’s sweaty back and brushing his lank bangs out of his face. It wasn’t until Peter was done and panting against Tony’s chest that Tony noticed that the bucket contained a concerning amount of blood and material that looked like coffee grounds. “FRI tell Cho to meet me in the MedBay.”

“No,” Peter whined, curling closer to Tony and tucking his legs into his stomach – balling himself up tight.

“Sorry buddy,” Tony told him, crawling out of the bed as carefully as possible to not jostle Peter too much. “You’re vomiting blood so we have to.”

“What?” Peter asked, confused, craning his neck to look into the trash can and then paling further. “Oh.”

“Yep,” Tony agreed, dragging him up to stand before finally just scooping Peter up into a bridal carry when it became obvious that Peter’s knees weren’t going to support him the whole way downstairs. Tellingly, Peter didn’t protest; he just curled into Tony’s shoulder, one hand tangling into his sweatshirt.

Helen wasn’t present when Tony burst into the MedBay a few minutes later but her nursing staff were quick to get Peter settled into a bed and get his vitals and an updated history from Tony. By the time Helen had swept into the room, looking put together and not at all like Tony had woken her up in the middle on the night, the nurses had already drawn blood and placed an IV catheter to start fluids.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t be seeing you in here Peter,” she said, taking his chart and flicking through it.

“Same,” the kid agreed with a weak smile, not letting go of Tony’s hand or the basin he had been given shortly after they got him in a bed.

“So you still have the nausea but it says here that you been having some issues with acid reflux and that you had a fair bit of blood mixed with the bile you just threw up?” She asked, using her stethoscope to listen to Peter’s heart and lungs before moving on to feeling his lymph nodes. “How much blood?” She directed to Tony.

“All of it was blood,” Tony answered, trying to stay calm. He needed to text May ASAP but he was hesitant to do so until he knew what was wrong. “Maybe half a cup? Some of it looked like coffee grounds.”

Helen hummed as she moved on to palpating Peter’s abdomen, apologizing when he flinched. “Have you been on any medications recently Peter? Aspirin, Advil, Aleve? Any stress?”

“Midterms were last week,” Peter answered slowly. “I had a pretty bad headache the whole week and I did take some Advil a few times a day.”

“How much and how often?”

“Uh…,” Peter said, face scrunching as he tried to think. “Maybe like eight to ten pills three or four times a day? I’ve done that before though, Dr. Banner told me I would need that many because of my metabolism.”

“Very true,” Helen agreed. “But not that often. Based on your symptoms and history I’m tentatively diagnosing you with a stomach ulcer that has likely perforated based on the blood in your vomit.”

“An ulcer?” Peter asked, looking like he was having a hard time tracking, Tony gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“So what do we do next?” He asked, running his hand through Peter’s hair quickly in solidarity. An ulcer. Of course his kid would end up with a bleeding ulcer.

“Well we’ve already drawn blood to check for infection or anemia,” Cho answered. “Depending on the results I’ll start him on fluids and maybe a blood transfusion. Since this has been affecting him for a while and because we need to get some calories in his as soon as we can, I’ll stop the bleed and remove the ulcer via an endoscopy. You won’t even have to be fully under for it, just sedated.”

“Okay,” Peter agreed blandly – a sure tell that the kid felt like shit. Cho made steady eye contact with Tony for just a second before reaching out to squeeze Peter’s bicep.

“Tony can I speak to you in the hall? I need to get you to sign some releases while the nurses get Peter prepped,” she asked.

“Sure,” Tony nodded, giving Peter a careful side hug before following the doctor out of the room, shutting the door behind him – all the rooms were soundproofed due to all the enhanced humans in the Tower and their sensitive hearing. “You were clearly holding something back,” he accused. “You’re lucky Pete’s so out of it or he would have picked up on it too.”

Helen sighed deeply, finally looking tired. “He’s lost too much weight.”

“I know,” Tony agreed sadly, reaching up to massage his temples with one hand. “What are we going to do about it?”

Helen clicked her tongue and tapped a finger against the tablet in her hands. “He’ll probably be able to eat once her wakes up but I really just want to place an NG tube while he’s under so he can have a continuous stream of nutrients going in. We could even continue feeding him while he’s sleeping, really get the weight back on. I wanted to talk to you first before I brought it up. He’s on the cusp right now so he could get away without having it but I don’t really want to give him the option to decline it. It would help him recover a lot faster.”

Tony hummed, torn. He didn’t really want to take away Peter’s agency here but he agreed with Helen that he doubted the kid would go for it. “Let me talk to him about it,” Tony finally conceded. “I might be able to get further with him.”

“Sure,” Helen said with a nod. “You should be good to go back in and sit with him, it’ll take another thirty minutes to an hour to get everything ready but we’ll let you know when it’s time.”

“Thanks,” Tony said sincerely, re-entering the room. Peter was still sitting propped up in bed in his comfortable sweatpants and hoodie, not having to change since the procedure was so simple, but with the addition of another IV catheter in his other arm connected to a bag of his own blood – donated earlier in the year for occasions such as this.

“So what did Dr. Cho want,” he asked, eyes still tired but shining with his usual intelligence and a bit of curiosity.

“Figured we wouldn’t be able to get that past you,” Tony said sardonically, taking a seat on the edge of Peter’s bed, facing him. “Helen wants to place an NG tube while you’re under. Wait,” he said, holding up a hand preemptively when Peter opened his mouth. “You’ve lost too much weight as it is and it’s going to be hard to put it back on with the bland diet she’s going to have you on while you heal. Doing this will make your recovery go so much faster.”

“I don’t want to be stuck in here,” Peter grumbled, gesturing the the room and Tony let one side of his mouth tick up in a smile.

“Hate to break it to you kiddo,” he said, “but that’s already a forgone conclusion.” The kid groaned and Tony let a full smile pull across his face, many of his previous worries eased with the diagnosis and treatment plan. “Let Cho do this and I’ll pull as many strings as I have to to spring you early. Deal?”

Peter made a face, his nose crinkled in disgust but he nodded in defeat anyway. “Two days. At most.”

“Three,” Tony haggled, holding out a hand which Peter eventually took with a sigh. “Great! FRI, relay that to Helen please.”

“Done Boss. She said she’ll be ready for Peter in about ten minutes.”

“Thanks honey,” he said, still smiling. “I’ll call May while you’re out and have Happy pick her up after her shift. She can stay here for the next few days.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter said, his voice still sounding more destroyed than Tony had ever heard it but lighter somehow – probably because he could see the light at the end of the tunnel and knew he would be feeling much better soon.

“Anytime kiddo. Anytime.”

[miafic]

Fall AU (Part 4)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This is the first day that breakfast isn’t brought to Lucas while he’s in bed. Since he’s in a house and not the hospital, he figures he’d better get up if he wants to eat something.

The night before, the man who brought him to this house stuffed the dresser full of clothes that he says Lucas likes, so Lucas wanders over to it. He picks out a pair of gray sweatpants and pulls them on. They’re soft. He struggles a little to remove the tank top he’d worn overnight and replace it with a t-shirt that says LA Dodgers, whatever that is.

“Good morning,” the man smiles when Lucas walks into the kitchen. He’s sitting in a chair with a steaming mug in front of him. “Grab some coffee.”

“Do I like coffee?”

The man nods.

“Okay.”

The man watches him look blankly around for a moment before he leaps out of his chair. “Oh! Here - the cups are here.” He opens a cabinet and then smiles proudly when Lucas pulls a random, maroon mug out. It was just the nearest one; Lucas doesn’t understand why the man is so happy, but he figures he must have done something right.

“Do you need help pouring it?” the man asks, and Lucas is about to say no, but the man takes the mug from his hands before he can reply. “I don’t want you to burn yourself.”

“I won’t. I can do it.”

“You might, though. I’ll just pour it really quick-”

“No,” Lucas snaps, and he yanks the mug back.

The man looks at him with wide eyes.

“I can do it.”

Slowly, the man nods. “Okay.” He swallows and then looks sad. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Lucas doesn’t say anything, just goes over and pours a little of the liquid into the mug so he can test its taste. A small cloud of steam billows up but disappears quickly.

The man goes to sit down in the chair he’d been in before, and he asks, “Do you want anything else? We have eggs. There’s oatmeal, too.”

Lucas still feels angry, so he doesn’t respond to that, either. He takes a hesitant sip of his coffee, and it burns his tongue. He tries not to show it.

As Lucas blows lightly on the drink, the man gets up and hurries over to a door. “Let me get the oatmeal out for you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Well, I can make you some, and maybe you’ll smell it and change your mind. Or maybe if you look at the package, you’ll remember it!”

Lucas shakes his head, sets the mug loudly on the counter, and goes upstairs. He aggressively closes his bedroom door and can’t help but slam both of his palms into the chest of drawers he’d just gotten his clothes from. Pain shoots through his wrists, calming him but also giving him the permission he needs to break down. It’s loud and angry, the way he’s crying, and within seconds, the man from downstairs is knocking at the door.

“Lucas?” he asks worriedly.

Lucas just cries. A hundred things are going through his head at once. A hundred things and nothing.

The door opens, and the man slips inside. “Come here,” he murmurs, going to Lucas and sliding his hand across Lucas’ lower back and wrapping it around his hip. “Come here, baby.”

“I-I’m so mad,” Lucas sobs as the man walks him to the bed.

“I know.”

“I can do things for myself.”

“I know,” he says again, and it’s so apologetic that it actually makes Lucas feel the slightest bit better.

They sit down together, and the man guides Lucas’ head down to his shoulder. Lucas cries into him and lets the man hold him. He can’t remember his name, but he knows that the man has said that they’re best friends. This is probably okay.

“I know, I know,” the man whispers again as Lucas cries. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to offend you, and I know you’re not helpless. I just wanted to make sure you had what you needed.”

Lucas sinks deeper into him, glad to have some affection even though he’s been fighting it. “I’m confused all the time,” he complains tearfully. “I don’t know anything anymore, and everyone keeps asking me things I don’t know the answers to, and I c-can’t remember stuff that I’m supposed to.” He pulls in a quick gasp before another sob shakes him.

“I can’t imagine what that must feel like,” the man murmurs.

“It’s really bad,” Lucas confesses.

“It’s really bad?”

“Yeah.”

The man’s grip on Lucas tightens, and he exhales, “I’m so sorry. I wish I could take it from you.”

“Me, t-too.”

It takes a moment for Lucas to realize that the man is slowly rubbing his back. It soothes him more than he expects it to, especially when the man slips his hand beneath Lucas’ shirt so that his warm palm is directly on Lucas’ skin. Lucas’ cries quickly subside, and only then does the man start to gently murmur, “Shh…”

“I wanna tell you something,” Lucas says tearfully.

“What?” the man whispers.

He starts to cry a little more. “I don’t know your name.”

The man pulls back a few inches. “That’s okay. Do you know your name?”

He nods. “I knew it before you even said it. I’m Lucas.”

The man smiles, nods. “You’re Lucas.” He pulls Lucas back in and murmurs something that Lucas can’t hear, but Lucas does catch it when he says, “Moon of my life.”

“My sun and stars,” Lucas sighs softly in response.

The man yanks back that time, and Lucas loses his balance for a second and falls forward a bit before he catches himself and the man catches him, too.

“What?” the man asks urgently.

“My… My sun and stars?” Lucas repeats, his eyebrows knitting together. It came out of his mouth, yes, but he isn’t sure what it means. It’s like how when one of the nurses sneezed, he knew that he was supposed to say ‘bless you.’ 

There’s a question in the man’s eyes, but whatever it is, he doesn’t ask it aloud.

“You never said what your name is,” Lucas realizes.

“I’m Zakk.”

“Zakk,” Lucas repeats, “that’s right.” And - wanting to be held again - he leans back into Zakk’s arms. “My best friend.”

“Your best friend,” Zakk echoes. He squeezes Lucas, so Lucas squeezes him back.

Lucas mumbles, “I wish I could remember you.”

“Do you want me to tell you some things about us?”

Lucas nods into his shoulder.

“Well, we met in grad school.”

“I went to grad school?” Lucas asks in wonder. “Am I smart?”

Zakk chuckles. “Yeah. You’re really smart.”

“You’re smart, too?”

“Yeah. I hope so.” There’s a beat. “We studied counseling psychology.”

“Psychology. Serial killers?”

Zakk laughs more. “No, not serial killers. I mean, you took psychopathology as an elective, I think. You’re really interested in sociopathy. Even now, I guess. But our track was more like… anxiety, depression, brain function, social psych, ethics… We wrote a lot of papers.”

“I’m smart,” Lucas decides. “Tell me something else.”

Zakk is quiet for a long time while he thinks of what the something else will be. He absently strokes Lucas’ back the whole time, so Lucas doesn’t mind waiting. He sniffs a little and wipes his cheeks with his hands.

“We like to watch movies and TV shows together,” Zakk finally says. “We wait for each other to watch new episodes of our favorite shows if one of us isn’t home when they’re on.”

“That’s nice of us,” Lucas comments.

Zakk laughs, and the sound makes Lucas feel better. “It is nice of us.”

“Am I a good best friend?”

“You are a wonderful best friend,” Zakk says, and there’s so much warmth in his voice that Lucas closes his eyes. All of a sudden, Zakk is kissing his head. It’s strange, but Lucas isn’t bothered by it.

“You have a big heart,” Zakk adds. “You work really hard to make sure I know how much you love me.”

There’s a long gap in the conversation until Lucas states, “I don’t feel bad for hitting the dresser.”

“I get it. I don’t blame you.”

Lucas doesn’t say anything else for several more minutes, and neither does the man. Lucas intends to stay silent for a lot longer, but his stomach grumbles.

The man laughs and pats it. “Do you wanna go try the whole breakfast thing again?”

“I can make it by myself.”

The man gives him a squeeze. “Trust me, I heard you loud and clear,” he replies kindly. “You can pick whatever you want. I will keep my mouth shut - promise.”

Lucas pulls himself up to sit, and then he stretches. 

The man brushes Lucas’ hair out of his face. “Can I do your hair for you?”

“No.”

The man nods. “Can I show you how you normally do your hair?”

“No. I want it like this.”

The man smiles at him sadly. “Okay,” he whispers, and Lucas thinks, He is beautiful.

“You smell good,” he says instead. As he gets to his feet, he wonders, “Do I like fruit?” 

“I think you tolerate it more than you actually like it.”

“I want to try some.”

“Alright. We’ve got grapes and some apples, I think.”

“Grapes are… green and purple.”

The man smiles. “Yep! We have green ones, but if you want, we can go to the store right now and get purple ones.”

“Green is fine.” Remembering what the man had told him two days earlier, he said, “Green is my favorite color.”

The man nods. His hand moves gently toward Lucas’ face before it falters and falls back down to his side.

“I don’t mind when you touch me,” Lucas tells him.

The man’s hand goes right back up to settle on Lucas’ cheek. “Moon of my life,” he hums again.

“My sun and stars.”

The man smiles, and Lucas thinks again, He is beautiful.

---

Part 5

[afishcalledfatin]

Dr NAKAMOTO

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

Fafa's note: ahhh hello~ the story is super long and I apologise if the quality isn’t as good. I hope you enjoy it!

summary:  in which Yuta, a scary and intimidating doctor suddenly develops feelings for a resident who was working under him, you.

Pairing: doctors! Yuta x female reader

genre: FLUFF

• He’s a neurosurgeon.

• Super serious  

• A member of “handsome doctors” group.

• Has a smile that can make anyone swoon

• Rarely smiles though. Unless with friends, family and patients.

• Everyone is intimidated by him.

• But he isn’t an asshole to the residents and interns. He’s just firm with them.  

• “A hospital is no place for funny business.” you’ll always hear him say this.         Which is true.

• Tough demeanour

• But super soft on the inside uwu

• Has a soft spot for Dr Dong. “SICHENG NOTICE ME!” “DR NAKAMOTO STAHPPP.”  

• Drinks black coffee but will get a green tea or hot chocolate once in a while.  

• MAKE SURE TO ADD MARSHMALLOWS TO HIS HOT CHOCOLATE!

• Dyes his hair and doesn’t get into trouble. I don’t know how he does it.

• “Is Dr Nakamoto’s hair purple?” “Wasn’t it grey the other day?” Nobody dares to ask though.

• Will always offer to pay but secretly hopes he doesn’t have to when paying for dinner with the guys.  

• Sorta scared of the emergency ward. Johnny has to go to him if he wants to hang out

• Resting bitch face is strong with this one, he looks really hot though. You could see him from a mile away and feel goosebumps grow. He’s that powerful. “Is it cold or something? Oh wait, no it’s Dr Nakamoto.”

• But will nod in acknowledgement to patients.  

• Legend says if you smile to him he might smile back.

• Nurses constantly talk about him. Oh, he knows by the way. He just doesn’t say anything.  

• SUPER SOFT FOR HIS PATIENTS. LITERALLY ALL SMILES AND COMFORTING WORDS.

• Hangs out with Dr Jung a lot. Also because Dr Jung is very curious on how the human brain works. Dr Nakamoto just goes along with it.

• “YUTA I HAVE QUESTIONS.” “That’s Dr Nakamoto in the work place and I’ll only answer them over coffee and cake.”  

• What’s it like to work with him?

• You need to be dedicated and focused.

• Expect a lecture once in a while.

• He really loves and appreciates those who work with him. He just doesn’t show it. If he ever says “good job today.” “you did well.” “keep it up.” Its short for YOU GUYS ARE GREAT AND TALENTED I LOVE ALL OF YOU PLEASE DON’T GIVE UP.

• Loves to bully Mark and Donghyuck.

• “I’m a better doctor than Mark right?” “I like Jaemin.” “but Jaemin is a nurse.” “Your point is?” “ARE YOU SAYING WE’RE BOTH BAD DOCTORS?” “I gotta go finish my paperwork.”

• Worries for his friends sanity sometimes but loves them no matter what.

• “Yuta, why do we have fingertips but not toe tips. BUT WE TIP TOE AND NOT TIP FINGER? YUTA WHAT?” “Taeil you should come in for a check up sometime. I’m genuinely worried for what’s going on in there.”

• But sometimes he hits blunt too.

• “Sicheng, do you think fish see water? Like we don’t see air. Holy shit.” “Uhm…”

• Pays attention to everything. “Did you use a new perfume?” “yeah, I am. I’m surprised you noticed.”

• Secretly wants to find love but doesn’t know how.

• Then you walked into his life.

• You were a resident who was working under Dr Nakamoto. At first, you were under the impression that he didn’t like you. Then again, he didn’t really like all the the residents.

• But he noticed how you were always writing reminders and notes. You were skillful and made sure there wasn’t a mistake in your work. He found your bubbly personality quite questionable at first but after a while he got used to it.  

• “Are you alright?” “I’m just tired, finish these up for me.” which you will. He always wondered why you never complained with the amount of work he gave until one day he asked.

• “You never whine or silently curse like your colleagues, why is that?” “I make sure I’m not a burden to you. The last thing I want you to feel is that I’m not serious about this. This is my dream and I’ll do anything to make sure it comes true.”

• After that, he trusted you with a lot of tasks. He knew you were the best one out of your whole group and you were also happy that he trusted you.

• You actually grew closer. Having silly arguments and all. You had a small crush on him but you ignored it.

• “Cereal first then milk. Period.” “Nah, milk then cereal.” “Doc, you’ve got serious problems.” “Excuse you, but the cereal doesn’t get as soggy as fast.”

• He usually lets you win

• Sometimes it’s actually serious though but its never gotten so bad where you’d avoid each other. He became really scary that one time you mixed up a bunch of papers. He was really pissed at you and you snapped causing you to get your emotions in the way.

• “I can’t believe you mixed up the papers Y/N. I’m disappointed in you.” “I’m so sorry.” “You should be. You’ve just wasted my time. Did you know that those files hold very important information about each and every one of my patients? Because of you, now I will need to- ” “I didn’t mean to, okay? Did you think I wanted that to happen? No, I didn’t.” Your voice breaking. You walked off, slightly teary.  

• You were having a tough day. Your family cat had fallen ill, you couldn’t sleep, a patient vomited on you and overall you just had a really shitty day. He was shocked. That was the first time anyone has ever snapped at Yuta.

• He would normally be super frustrated but that day, his chest hurt when he saw you walk away.

• He had let you cool off first then you found a cookie with a note that said “are you okay? I’m sorry for yelling at you. Forgive me?” in your bag. You knew he didn’t show emotions well, so the fact he did that made your heart swell. That was when your feelings for him began to grow.

• At first, he didn’t understand why he cared about your feelings so much. He ignored it for so long.

• “I shouldn’t be treating her like this. All residents need to be treated equally but I can’t help but.. care for her.” He told Taeyong. Taeyong looked at his confused friend. “Yuta, I have a few questions for you. When she’s with her male colleagues, how do you feel?” “Honestly, a bit annoyed. The way they talk to her its just so irritating.” “Okay, how bout when she’s happy? What makes her happy?” “I get this warm feeling when I see her happy. She gets really excited when she accomplish things.” “Okay, final question. Do you hate seeing her sad?” “Of course! she gets teary eyed and pouty. I DON’T KNOW IT JUST HURTS.” Taeyong merely laughed.

• “Yuta.. you like her.” Yuta was staring at Taeyong. He hasn’t liked anyone since middle school. “Are you sure?” “Yuta, you get jealous seeing her with other guys. You are happy when she’s happy and you never want to see her sad because you get sad yourself. The last time we spoke of the residents, you didn’t care for any of their feelings. You. Like. Her.”

• You guys were back to normal but he seemed quieter than usual.  

• You didn’t know why he was quiet and you decided to change that. You told him your jokes.

• Even though the jokes were really bad, he would eventually let out a chuckle. Followed by “Gosh, you’re really lame sometimes.” But he loved having you around anyways. He knew you were trying your best to make him happy.

• The doctors noticed how his mood has changed lately. He wasn’t as serious all the time.  

• “Look, I’m not saying I didn’t like it BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO TICKLE ME.”  

• That was when Taeyong decided to tell the group about Yuta’s little crush.

• “WAIT, SO YOU’RE TELLING US THAT OUR BROODING AND SERIOUS BEST FRIEND IS DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR A RESIDENT?” “Yep” “Doesn't he hate the residents though?” “Oh, he still does. Except for that certain one.”

• They would occasionally ask how you were and that one time Johnny and Jaehyun joined you for lunch.

• “Y’know, finding the one can make you really happy.” Jaehyun said out of the blue. “Yeah, I gotta thank Dr Nakamoto for introducing the love of my life to me. I wish he had someone too.” Johnny said as he drank his coffee. “Uhm yeah. That would be nice.” you said awkwardly. “WELL, I MEAN HE’S BEEN REALLY LONELY AND- OH MY GOD YUTA. HEY!” Johnny dropped his spoon as he saw Dr Nakamoto standing behind you. “Uhuh, who were you talking about, Johnny?” your lunch break was over so you decided to YEET.

• “Well, it was nice having lunch together. Thank you!” you walked past Dr Nakamoto and he gave you a little smile.

• They were about to leave before Yuta stared at them causing them to sit back down. “Well, you see, Y/N is such a great person and-” “You guys, I know that you all know. Doyoung asked me about it.” he plopped down in one of the seats. “We’re really happy you found someone, y’know.” Jaehyun smiled. “I don’t think she feels the same way though...”

• The other residents were lowkey jealous of how the other doctors were treating you but they teased you about it though.

• “Y/N your favourite doctor is looking for you.” “what?” “Dr Nakamoto?” “guys.. stop.” As you run away.

• “Y/N, its urgent please come to my office.” You received a text from Dr Nakamoto. You were already on the way there.  

• “Doc?” because you were typically close with him, he didn’t mind if you called him that. Only you though.

• “Hey, uhm so I wanted to talk to you about something.” For the first time, the confident Dr Nakamoto was nervous.

• “Sure! About?” you waited for his reply until he shook his head. “Uh, you are finally ending your residency in a week.” You nod, not sure what he was trying to say. “What I wanted to say was…” you waited. Secretly hoping. “I’M TREATING ALL OF YOU FOR DINNER THE DAY YOU GUYS BECOME DOCTORS.” You smile a bit. Slightly disappointed but still happy. What a goof.

• “Thank you doc. I’ll tell the rest of them.” You walked out.

• “You idiot.” Yuta muttered to himself as he plopped back into his chair. “Why can’t you just tell her?” he huffed.

• You told everyone and they were excited.

• A week has passed and you and your colleagues were officially doctors.

• Yuta came up to you. “Congratulations Y/N. Here.” He gave you a small box.

• You were shocked that he got you a gift. “Thank you, Dr Nakamoto. You shouldn’t have.”

• He smiled and walked away. You got a text from him. It was the address to the restaurant.

• Everyone was out of their scrubs and was now wearing their casual attire. You opt for an over sized sweater and tucked it into your jeans. You paired it with heeled boots. You opened up the gift he gave you and you smiled. It was a bracelet with stars. You have mentioned how much you loved stargazing. You were surprised that he remembered. You carefully picked it up and wore it. Finally, you tied your hair into a messy bun.  

• You looked great.

• Dr Nakamoto hasn’t actually seen you outside of work before, so when he saw you he literally chocked on his water.

• “Doc, you okay?” you sat across from him. He was wearing a white dress shirt. He unbuttoned the first two buttons and rolled his sleeves to his elbows.

• You couldn’t help but look because hot damn.

• “Yeah, just saw… something.” He continued to sip on his water.

• The dinner was great, some doctors couldn’t drink because they were working that night including you two.

• You couldn’t help but notice how… happy Dr Nakamoto looked. He barely smiled or laughed in front of many people.

• He also invited the other doctors which caused many of the customers at the restaurants to stare at the group of good-looking men.  

• You didn’t notice how you were staring at him. He turned to you and gave you a sweet smile, making you look down. You blushed, hard. Dinner was over and Yuta obviously paid, like he promised. Taeil sighed in relief.

• “Hey Doc! Wait up!” you called for Yuta. Both of you were working tonight, so you thought you could just walk back with him.

• He turned around, his jacket in his hand while his other hand was in his pocket. Man, he looked great. His shirt was tucked into his fitting pants. His hair pushed back. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You cocked an eyebrow. “I’m on duty tonight. I thought we could walk back together.” He nodded. “Sure. C’mon.”

• The walk was quiet. It wasn’t awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

• “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” “What is it?”

• “I… I really-” a raindrop fell onto his cheek. Both of you looked at each other before rain began to pour.

• “Are you serious?” he muttered, you were trying to cover your head from the rain.

• Yuta suddenly pulled you closer to him as he covered the both of you with his jacket. “Let’s run.” You both ran to the closest bus stop. You both laughed together. He stopped and stared at you, a smile on his face.

• “Y/N.” He called. You face him and saw him coming closer to you. “I swear to god, I hope this works.” You were about to question him but then his strong hand held onto your waist and pulled you to his chest, while his other hand holds your face gently. His lips on yours, moving slowly. You were shocked at first but you wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him back.

• “You have no idea how nervous I am. You’ve been occupying my mind for the longest time. You’re an extraordinary person Y/N. When I first met you, I didn’t really think much besides how gorgeous you are. When I got to know you, I began to realise you were different. How calm you are when you speak to patients or how passionate you are while working. At first, I thought I only liked you because you weren’t like the rest of the residents but then i was wrong. I liked you because I was developing very strong feelings for you. I realised this the day I made you sad. Seeing you makes me happy, hearing you laugh gives me a warm feeling. When I see you sad, I just want to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be okay. Basically, I.. I really like you Y/N. So, so much.” he stopped. You could hear his shallow breaths. You hugged him, resting your head on his chest.  

• He sighed, hands wrapped around your waist. You suddenly let go and began pacing, he watched you intently before you turned around “WAIT HOLD ON. SO, YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?” he nodded, confused as to why you were pacing around.

• “YOU’RE TELLING ME I COULD’VE BEEN WITH YOU EARLIER? DR NAKAMOTO YUTA I SWEAR TO GOD. I’VE HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR THE LONGEST TIME. I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME and oh my god I need to shut up.” As you noticed his amused expression.

• He laughed so hard that he was clutching onto his stomach. You both laughed until you realised the rain had stopped. The both of you walked back to the hospital, hand in hand. He looked down at your hand and grinned, seeing the bracelet he gave on your wrist.

• So, what was he like when you were together?

• Well, S W E E T.

• Writes you cute notes and leaves them on your laptop.

• “Ms Y/N, you’re leaving the stars jobless. You are glowing.” “Y’know how you were wondering on what to do on your free day, wanna go on a hike? I found a mountain with a beautiful view and I wanna share it with you my love.” “I can’t wait for our date later, aka our coffee break ♡” “Just wanted to remind you that I love you very much. And I’m hungry. Meet me at the cafeteria in an hour! ♡♡♡”

• Quick pecks right before a surgery. Coffee dates and walking around parks. He liked listening to you when you talked and when you were angry about something, he’ll comfort you and he’ll play with your hair. After you cooled down, he would advice you on your problem. When he was angry, all he wanted to do was to take a nap with you. It always calmed him down.

• You were each others support systems.

•  You love Yuwin. *Yuta hugs Sicheng* “AHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE!” “I DON’T DESERVE YOU Y/N.” “gUYS!”  

• Yuta was so public like HE MADE SURE EVERYONE KNEW YOU GUYS WERE DATING.

• The guys would TRY to tease him but he would always stare at them dead in the eye before they could even continue

• “So, how’s datin-” “Jungwoo.” “Uh I have to go pee.”

• But loves to tease you. Especially in front of the guys

• *stares at him* “So, are you going to kiss me or what?”

• *the guys stare at him with wide eyes* “Well goddamn Yuta.”

• Doesn’t matter though, you love him a lot and he loves you just as much.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologise if there are mistakes.  

Credits to owner of the photo.

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Non-gravity Blanket Bear Hug

Hey everyone. Here is the next part of the Amelink episode series. Thank you to everyone who has inboxed me with idea’s. You’ll see some of them included in this chapter. And I’ll be using more as the chapters are written. 

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Amelia stood in the bathroom, checking her reflection in the mirror. She tugged on the hem of her shirt, trying consciously to get used to the way it hung over her bump, and the feeling of air flowing up and across her stomach. She pressed the loose fabric against her waist band, thinking about tucking it in. But this made her bump more obvious. Soothing a hand over it, she observed herself in the mirror. She let the fabric loose again, she didn’t want to draw attention to it yet. She heard Link calling her name as she made her way out, and headed towards his voice.

He was standing in the kitchen, finishing up his coffee. His smile widened when he saw her, eyes scanning her. He’d only seen her wearing her sweats and baggy shirts for the passed few weeks. 

“You look gorgeous” he told her, grinning, coming up behind her as she smiled to herself, busying her hands in her bag. Link wrapped his arms around her and splayed his hands against the the top and bottom of her bump. Amelia sighed softly, standing up straight, closing her eyes, leaning against him, allowing herself a moment of peace. Her mind quietened.   

“I’ll come find you at eleven” Link said, resting his cheek above her ear.

Amelia hummed, “yup.”

“And we’ll go to the appointment” 

“Uh huh” Amelia answered, reaching forward for her flask of tea, putting it into her bag. Link stayed behind her, rubbing her back as she leaned forward. She straightened up, taking his arms around her again. 

“And then get something quick to eat, before we go back” Link held her tighter. 

“Yep…” she nodded.

“And maybe if you need to lie down...”

“Link” Amelia chuckled softly, turning to him. Finally face to face, she saw how anxious he was. She smiled, and he visibly relaxed. “Link calm down, alright. I’m okay. I feel good. First day back, I’m not hurting, I’m not sick, and I’m not that tired, alright?” 

Link smirked, nodding, all the tension that had riddled him was fizzing away. “And I promise, If I get tired or achy, or dizzy, I’ll sit, or lie, or crouch” she smirked, laughing, caressing his forearms.

“Alright, sorry” he said, releasing a long breath. 

“It’s okay…” She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him. “Come on, or we’ll be late” She said, holding both his hands, beginning towards the hallway.   

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“Are you okay Amelia? You seem worried” Owen was sat across from her in the waiting room. He was waiting for an appointment for Allison. The baby was sleeping in a car seat at his side. 

Amelia had her fists balled against her thighs. Her muscles were tense, and painfully taut around her stomach. She opened her eyes, disrupted by Owen’s words. She looked to him, and then opened her hands against her stomach. “I’m okay...Just my muscles are cramping all over, and tight”

“You’re drinking enough water?” Owen said, knowing dehydration can cause cramps. 

Amelia’s eyes shot along the hall as a nurse turned the corner and passed them. Link had said he’d be late. Amelia pursed her lips, smoothing her hands across the underside of her bump, interlocking her fingers. 

She looked back to Owen. “Probably not” she said, looking back along the hall. 

She needed Link, her anxiety about the appointment was suddenly heightened, she wasn’t sure why. Link always calmed her down, she didn’t know how he did it, just his energy seemed to keep her grounded. 

She closed her eyes and took in a breath, feeling tears burn behind her lids. 

‘Calm down. Calm… down... god damn hormones’ she thought. The only explanation for the random increase in anxiety had to be hormones, she’d felt fine all morning. She rolled her shoulders back, trying to shake the anxiety.

She looked along the hall again and tears blurred her vision. Puffing out an unsteady breath she shook her head, looking up at the ceiling, biting her bottom lip. 

“Amelia?” Owen asked, concerned. She smiled slightly, pressing her lips together, looking to him. 

“I’m fine, its the hormones… I just… Link should be here soon” Amelia said, nodding, looking back along the hall. Just then the doors at the end burst open and Link came speeding through. He smiled wide, shaking his head.

 “Thank god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m here” He said, slowing to a stop right beside her. He bent at the waist to catch his breath, resting one hand on her knee, and the other on his. “You’re always running” Amelia said, already feeling less anxious. “Keeps me fit” he said, panting, grinning. 

Link noticed Owen then, and his smile softened, “Hi Owen” 

Owen nodded, strangely relieved to see the soothing effect that Link’s arrival had on Amelia. “Hey.”

Link sat down beside Amelia. Turning to her, he asked “You okay?” noticing the extra glisten in her eyes. 

She nodded minutely, sharply, and smiled unconvincingly. Link just frowned, his expression said ‘I don’t believe you.’ Amelia chuckled, looking from him, to Owen, then back to Link. 

“I’m just anxious, and…” She looked back to Owen, laughing, “hormonal,” she looked down at herself, fidgeting in her seat, rubbing her face. “Apparently right now, that combination means I’m crying” she said, sighing. 

Link pressed his lips together, watching her trying to compose herself. He curled an arm around her and pulled her into a hug, squeezing her. Amelia huffed, closing her eyes, trying to block out the world. 

 Owen looked to Allison, feeling out of place, he brushed his baby’s cheek gently with the tip of his index finger. His hand dwarfed her tiny face. Her skin was so soft and warm. A door opened along the hall then, and a female voice called out “Allison.” Owen stood, and nodded down at Amelia, and Link. 

“I hope your appointment goes well” He said, meeting Amelia’s gaze before turning and heading away. 

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“How are we today Amelia?” Carina asked as she guided the couple into the exam room. 

“I’ve been fine, feeling less tired, and nauseous, but I just got anxious and weepy” she said, stepping up onto the scales, “which is new.” 

“That is completely normal Amelia… are you feeling any better now?”

“I am…” She looked over at Link, and smiled. “Link’s keeping me from getting all spirally” 

“Ahh… is that right?” Carina said, making a note of Amelia’s weight and looking to Link. He smiled, folding his arms.

 “It is very normal to have these anxious feelings Amelia…” she said. She gestured for Amelia to stand beside the exam table.

 “Your weight is very good. I’ll just measure your circumference.” She pulled a tape measure from her pocket. 

Amelia laughed, “My circumference” Link laughed too. 

“Did I say something funny?” Carina said, her hands freezing in the air, eyes flitting between the pair. 

Amelia chuckled, shaking her head as she lifted up her scrub shirt, holding it up under her tender breasts. 

“No, just my... circumference,  makes it sound like i’m just a big round circle” 

“A big beautiful circle” Link said, beaming, taking her in. Amelia rolled her eyes.  

The room fell quiet as the pair watched Carina move the tape around, taking different measurements. “All good there…” She said, moving to her computer, typing in the measurements.  “now I’ll take your blood pressure. You had your blood test before this appointment?”

Amelia nodded, lifting her arm so Carina could place the BP cuff on. A ball of cotton was taped against the pit of her arm where she’d had her blood taken. 

“Good, now take a seat, we’ll get your ‘at rest’ measurement.” Amelia sat down, and they all sat quietly, listening for the beep of the BP machine to signify its result. 

“All good, a little low but that can be normal… you may start to feel dizzy in the coming weeks as your blood vessels dilate to facilitate increased blood flow to the fetus’s and the placenta”

“Um how… how do we help that?” Link said, furrowing his brows, running his eyes over Amelia. 

“Other than staying hydrated, and eating well, there’s not much either of you can do. Just be conscious of it, and ready for it.” Carina said, smiling sympathetically. 

“One placenta?” Amelia asked, as she lay down. Link pulled his chair closer to her. 

“I believe so, from the scan performed during your time here for your pyelonephritis, the sonographer made a note of that. I’ll be more thorough today”

Amelia nodded, pulling up her shirt for the scan. She inhaled deeply, turning her gaze to the ceiling.

 Her anxiety was building again. A single placenta would mean increased risk. 

“Hey” Link whispered, pulling her attention. He reached for her hand, holding it tightly, uttering “it’s okay.” He ran his other hand up and down her arm. She nodded once, smiling slightly, letting some of her anxiety ebb away.

“He is right Amelia, you are very healthy, you’re a little older but but I don’t see any issues that are cause to worry” Carina said, before turning her attention to the sonogram machine. Amelia puffed out a lengthy breath. 

Carina squeezed some gel onto Amelia’s stomach, stating ‘cold,’ as an after warning. Amelia closed her eyes, squeezing Links hand.   

“Now here are your two babies… here is one, baby A. Very healthy” Carina said, smiling, eyes fixed on the screen. She held the transducer to the left lower region of Amelia’s stomach. The couple analysed the image, seeing nothing but healthy development. “Lovely cranial development, neurovascular features are very good.” 

She scanned the second fetus. “Very good… same again” she continued, tapping keys and moving the transducer, pressing firmly against Amelia’s stomach. She nodded every so often, uttering “good.” 

 Link and Amelia silently observed Carina and the moving images on the screen. It was a few minutes before Carina looked to them, “Now, I’m seeing here... that they are sharing a placenta, so they’re identical. But they are in separate amniotic sacs, so they are Monochorionic diamniotic twins.” She said, meeting the gaze of both Link and Amelia, nodding. 

“Okay, so…” Link said. 

“So, everything you’d normally be doing still applies, this does make your pregnancy high risk, but worrying about it does no good. MC-DA is the most common type of identical twin pregnancy. Just take extra care, no pushing against your body’s instincts to rest, sleep, eat, pee, and so on. We’ll get all your blood testing done, and I’ve taken lots of measurements here in your sonogram, and we will monitor you closely.”

“The measurements are okay?” Amelia asked, her voice was soft and quiet.

“Okay? They’re great, I’m not seeing anything of concern. I recommend that we carry out an amniocentesis at sixteen weeks, just to check for genetic disorders and neural tube defects. But all this...” she moved the transducer and applied pressure in a few spot, pointing at the screen. Amelia could see a small flickering heart, “and this…” she moved the transducer again, applying pressure, revealing another fluttering heart. “Textbook.” Carina smiled.

Amelia nodded slowly. Looking to the screen, feeling all kinds of overwhelmed. Link squeezed her hand. “We’ll book your next appointment for three weeks from today, and we’ll have the amnio then, if you’d like to. After that, I’m afraid you’ll need to have a scan every two weeks, just to monitor the progress” 

Link absorbed the information intently, eyes wide, nodding. Amelia kept her eyes on the sonogram,  passively taking in Carina’s words. She felt nauseous, stress flowing through her in undulating waves. 

Carina tapped some keys on the sonogram and a fetal heartbeat filled the room. At the sound, Amelia relaxed instantly, her eyes filled with tears and she reached her free hand across herself to hold on to Link’s. “Alright” he spoke softly to her, smiling tearfully. 

“That a strong heartbeat for baby A. Baby B, we have on the right and slightly above, and there... hear that” 

Amelia chuckled, breath catching in her throat. She nodded, looking down at her stomach, endeavouring to pair the sound she could hear, with the knowledge of the two beings growing inside her. She felt her heart swell. 

“They’re strong” Link said, grinning. His eyes were alight. 

“They are indeed. Now, Amelia…” Carina switched off the sonogram machine and heaped tissues against Amelia’s stomach. Amelia took a handful and dragged them across her skin, cleaning up the gel.

“I know it’s useless to tell you not to be stressed. So I’m just going to remind you how healthy this pregnancy is looking, Try not to think about everything at once, it can be overwhelming. Just consider one thing at a time. Stress itself isn’t good for your health” 

Amelia sighed, “Yes, you’re right. I just get caught up” 

“The two M’s can help a great deal; Meditation, and masturbation, I can give you some literature”

 Amelia laughed, “No, I’m good for literature thanks”, sitting up. She pulled the tissue paper from the waist band of her pants, using it to wipe off the last of the gel. 

“Okay if you’re sure. So...make an appointment for three weeks time, and feel free to come see me if you need to anything in the mean time.” Carina concluded, standing up, pushing her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. “I’ll meet you by the reception where I’ll get you some screen shots of your babies?”

“Thank you Dr Deluca, we’ll be right there”

“Please call me Carina” Carina said, shrugging her shoulders. Link nodded his thanks again. Taking Amelia’s hand. 

“Thank you Carina” Amelia said, as she stood. She tidied her clothes. 

“You’re very welcome” Carina said, smiling warmly as she left the room. 

As soon as the pair were alone Amelia sighed, turning immediately to Link, hiding her face against his chest.  

“Hey, its alright” he told her, wrapping his arms around her. Amelia hummed, breathing in deep, taking in his smell. Link couldn’t see her eyes watering. 

“You feeling overwhelmed?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well that’s alright, that’s okay. We’ve got some time” 

“Can we grab some food from a vending machine and go to an on-call room?” 

“For some non-gravity blanket bear hugs?” Link said, soothing her hair back as she looked up at him. Her cheeks were full and rosy, eyes shining. She smiled, and nodded. He drew her hair behind both of her ears with his finger tips and then held his hands against her cheeks. He dotted a kiss to her forehead. “I would love nothing more.” 

I hope that hit the fic spot for you xx thanks for reading xx Let me know what you’d like to read next xx

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[stephfights]

First post...waiting for my fate

You have a lump.  Wait, what?  My entire life was about to change.  But let me back up and tell you what has led me to this point.  At 38 years old I have been relatively healthy my whole life.  Mean as a snake, country as cornbread and loyal to a fault....that’s me.  But not sick.  I married my soulmate, Chris, in 2003 and had our son (my angel), Clayton, in 2007.  I was a stay at home mom for the first 8 years of Clayton’s life.  I then decided it was time for me to get out of the house and I have now been working at Kroger for over 4 years.  I have a wonderful family, the BEST friends ever and the most awesome customers anyone could ask for. 

In the last couple of years my hair seems to be thinning more that it always has.  I am always hot...not warm....HOT!  I sweat uncontrollably...mostly from my head/face/neck by just doing simple tasks.  I don’t sleep well.  I have gained quite a bit of weight that will not go away.  And I have more acne now than I ever had in high school!  But...I am that person....that person who doesn’t really care for doctors and thinks nothing bad will ever happen to them.  I am the strong one.  I take care of everyone else.  I guess that is what has gotten me to where I am today.  I have spent so many years taking care of everyone else that I put myself on the back burner.

Fast forward to May 2019.  I wake up with a horrible case of vertigo.  Drunk as pet monkey and vomiting I go to the local family physician’s office that I have been going to for 5 years (only for small things like the flu)  Of course...there was a new nurse practitioner.  This was about the 5th different one in the last 3 years.  He started asking me questions about my medical history...and wanted to know why I hadn’t had a well care check up in years.  I told him I didn’t have time...and I didn’t really see the point. At this time my husband shows up at the office.  He has left work because he thinks his wife, who never gets sick, must be on her last leg.  He made me promise before I left that I would come back and have that visit.  Then he lectured me about smoking.  That’s right, I have been a cigarette smoker for 22 years.  I smiled and thanked him and went on my way.

Over the summer Chris starts riding my ass about my promise to the NP to have a well care check up.  He then proceeds to tell my best friend, Amber, who also rides my ass.  After getting tired of listening to them I finally agree just to get them to shut up!

August 2019.  I go for my well care visit.  I decide if I’m going to do this I might as well tell him every little thing that I think is “wrong” with me.  I have had a large thyroid for many years (thanks Dad) but never had any problems with it.  I haven’t had a thyroid ultrasound or blood work in 10 years.  He thinks that may be the cause of some of the symptoms I am having.  So I agree to do both.  The blood work comes back perfectly normal.  The ultrasound shows a goiter and 2 small cysts.  No big deal really.  He didn’t do anything else.  He doesn’t do pap smears or breast exams.  So I think I am home free!  But he wants me to see a specialist.  Just to see what they think.  I am referred by one of my customers to an Endochronologist at Vanderbilt.  Of course I can’t get in until November 4th.  I was pissed but what could I do.  I wanted to see the best.

November 4th comes.  Chris takes off work to go with me.  I have to admit...I was SO nervous.  I don’t know why.  I just don’t like doctors.  After self diagnosing on the internet (don’t EVER do that)  I was convinced I had a brain tumor.  Dr. Craig Sussman comes in and is the nicest man I have ever met.  Like Mr. Rogers nice.  I was totally at ease.  He asked about a million questions and answered any questions I had.  He wants to do an exam from the waste up.  I’m like okay...whatever floats your boat.  So I put on a lovely (enter sarcasm) gown and he comes back in to do a breast and thyroid exam.  Right breast...all good.  Left breast....he finds a lump.  I couldn’t believe it!  I made him show me where it was.  Then he showed Chris where it was.  Damn, it was large!  Where did that come from and how did we miss that?  Even though I had not been to a female doctor in about 8 years I still did a self breast exam.  A lot of times at night while I was laying in bed watching TV.  Dr. S then does a thyroid exam but doesn’t really feel anything worrisome.  I can tell his worry is about that lump.  He wants to schedule a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound.  Of course...he tells me it is probably a cyst.  I still had a super uneasy feeling.  My mom has had several breast cysts and I think maybe I have inherited it from her.  So I schedule the tests....and wait for 2 weeks until that appointment.

November 18th.  I have dreaded this for 2 weeks.  I have heard all of the horror stories about how horrible and painful a mammogram is.  I do not like pain...in fact...I’m kind of a wuss.  I ask Chris what if the scans do show something.  But he doesn’t really want to think about that.  I am hoping he can come back with me for the tests....of course they will not let him.  I am literally shivering with tears in my eyes waiting for my mamm.  The tech, Jessica, is so wonderful.  She tries to calm my nerves and gets me in position for the first picture.  Beep...that’s it?  Yep....a mammogram is nothing.  I thought they were going to try to squeeze my boobies as flat as a pancake.  I knew that wasn’t going to work!  But it is literally as easy as an xray.  Jessica laughs and we go on and finish all of the scans.  You have to have a lot more pictures with a diagnostic mammogram as opposed to a screening mammogram.  Then onto the ultrasound.  It’s your typical u/s with the sticky gel and them pushing on you with the little flat scope.  I watch as she measures and pauses.  Then she goes up into my arm pit.  I’m thinking hey...I know my boobs are not perky anymore and they ain’t way up there, but I let her do what she’s doing.  Trying not focus on the weird position she has me in and the cramp that is developing in my shoulder.  She then goes and gets the radiologist.  I know something must be up...but maybe it’s just my fat non perky boobs not cooperating.  She pushes and pauses, pushes and pauses and they whisper back and forth.  Telling me that they are just looking for certain things.  After they finally get done...they ask if my husband is with me.  They are going to give me my results today.  Yippee...I don’t have to wait another flipping week and worry about this!  They go get him and put us in a little room and I tell him that it was “easy peasy” and I don’t know why I was so worked up over it.  We sit there and laugh about how dumb I was and how crazy I had been leading up to this appointment.  Then the radiologist comes in.  I swear she must be some kind of angel.  Her name is Dr. Sara Harvey.  She is sweet, kind and gentle.  She sits down, looks me in the eye, and says you do have a mass and it is solid.  Solid?  Cysts aren’t solid?  She continues with you need a biopsy ASAP.  Do they biopsy cysts?  Nothing is making any sense.   I look up at her and ask is it cancer.  She says yes...I am 90% sure it is.  At this moment my whole world changes.  I can’t look at my husband.  I can’t look at her.  I can only look at the ground and think wow, so this is how I’m going to die.  Chris takes over and asks if we can do the biopsy that day.  She leaves the room to go see what can be done.  As she walks out and the door clicks shut I lose it.  I am sobbing uncontrollably.  Begging my husband to tell me what I am suppose to do now.  He has no words.  He just holds me.  Dr. Harvey comes back in and says the biopsy can be done at 1:30 that afternoon....or the following Monday.  Again, I can’t speak.  So Chris tells her we are going to do it that day.  I finally find my voice and ask her who would be doing the procedure.  She says there are a number of radiologist who can do it.  I don’t want them.  I want her.  I don’t know why but I feel this weird connection with her.  She tells me if I want her to do it then she will change her schedule around and do it.  We leave the office and have an hour and half to wait before I have to go back for the biopsies.  I can’t eat, I can’t think, I can only sit and cry.  Chris starts making phone calls.  To my dad so he can pick up Clayton from school.  To my best friend, who is absolutely beside her self.  To my boss, who is not only my boss but a wonderful friend.  To my brother, who lives 9 hours away.

That was the shortest hour and a half in my life.  As I said before, I do not like pain.  But I REALLY do not like needles!  I have no tattoos, I refuse to take shots, IV’s send me into a panic attack.  But I know I am fixing to have a huge needle suck in my left breast.  And again my husband cannot go back with me.  I have to do this by myself.  I am taken back to a room and the nurse goes over exactly what they are going to do and any complications that could arise after.  Dr. Harvey comes in....and wraps me in a big hug.  I cry and cry.  And she just keeps on hugging me.  I lay down on a gurney and they put a warm blanket on me.  Dr. Harvey explains that she will tell me every little thing she is doing before she does it.  First things first is another ultrasound the see exactly where she wants to start.  Then it’s time to numb me up.  I have expressed my fear of needles and they both tell me how great I am doing.  She says it will be a little bee sting and BAM....that is one big ass bee!  I’m not going to lie and tell you that it didn’t hurt....because it did.  But it slowly became numb.  Then BAM....there’s that damn big ass bee again.  She continues over and over until she thinks we are good.  Here comes the biopsy needle.  Which I learn is a core biopsy so it is a much larger needle.  It is so large that she has to cut a slit in my breast with a scalpel to insert it.  She puts it in and it doesn’t really hurt.  It doesn’t feel good but it is tolerable.  She tells me I will hear a click....CLICK....she’s got it.  I am thinking that I am so glad this is over.  Then she tells me that she needs more.  She wants to make sure she has enough so there are no questions later.  I tell her to get extra.  I do not want to do this again!  Click, click.  Okay I’m going to make it.  When she inserts the needle for #4 I feel a sharp stab.  Seems she has to go very deep for this one.  So more numbing meds for me.  Click, click.  She ends up doing 5 total biopsies.  They are telling me how proud they are of me and how strong I am.  I don’t feel very strong.  In fact I feel like I have been beat down.  Both emotionally and physically.  I will get the results in 2-4 business days.  So guess what....more waiting.

Chris stays home with me on Tuesday to make sure I am okay.  My mom comes down and stays with me Wednesday and Thursday.  And we sit and wait.  Every time the phone rings I am looking at the caller ID wondering if this will be the call.  At 2:45 my mom leaves to go pick up Clayton at school.  At 2:48 the phone rings.  It is the call I have been waiting for and I am here by myself.  The lady on the phone must be a saint.  There is no way I could do her job.  “Mrs. Preston I am so sorry to tell you that your biopsies have come back and it is malignant.  You do have cancer”  And just like that.  I am now a cancer patient.  I start trying to ask questions but she doesn’t know any more details.  I am set up with an appt on November 26 with an oncology surgeon and a medical oncologist.  Wow, I get 2 specialist.  She tells me I will find out exactly what type of cancer I have and what stage it is at those appointments.  So once again....we wait.

The worst part of this was having to tell my 12 year old son.  The first thing he said was “But Mom I don’t want you to die”  Yeah...try not to cry after that!

It is a very weird feeling waiting to see if you are going to live or die.  Can this be treated or are they going to give me a certain amount of time to do the things I have always wanted to do?  I do know that I am a fighter.  I have went thru being scared and sad...and now I am just pissed off!  Breast cancer will not beat me!  I have to watch my son grow up!  I can’t kick the bucket and have my husband bring some hoe up in my house!  My parents are not going to have to bury a child!  And my brother will not be an only child!

I am ready for the news tomorrow.  Let’s get going on get this done so I can get on with my life!  Cancer can kiss my ass!

Love to all,

Stephanie Preston

[peanutbutteriscreamy]

You Can!

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A/N: i didn’t really edit this also no prologue have fun

warnings: cancer (specifically chronic lymphocytic leukemia)

summary: it always gets worse, but can it get better for a change?~

a fic where Dan has an illness that he had hoped no one found out about, until it acted up in gym. then starts the school fundraiser for his treatments that he refuses to take, and a cute boy by the name of Phil convincing him to continue on.

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It’s bright. Not as bright as the blue and white walls of the hospital rooms, but bright enough. And he hates it. Maybe it’ll be fun, said the nurses and his doctors, maybe you’ll meet new people, said his parents. But he just hates it because the beige, bright walls and lights hurt his eyes.

He’s walking, too. Dan hasn’t done that in a while. And he feels small, like a bud amongst tall, smelly kids.

Dan doesn’t even realize he’s hit something until his fragile body crumbles to the ground, wincing as all his weight falls onto his foot. His eyes open after a second, not even registering the person in front of him.

He’s scared. Dan’s eyes travel the halls for a few seconds, panic settles, and suddenly he can’t breathe. Like, his lungs stop all function and he can’t breathe. No one’s even paying attention, but he feels as if all eyes are on him.

Soon enough strong hands grab his shoulders and shake him, and he flinches. That’s when Dan finally looks.

Hot, is the first word that pops into his idiot brain the second he sees the cute boy shaking him.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s wrong? Come on, breath with me. In, out.” The boy says, a concerned look on his face. Dan’s just nodding, not even listening. But after a long few seconds he scrambles for his bag, gasping for air as he grabs one of his several inhalers and takes a couple puffs.

The boy watches, slightly stunned at Dan’s sudden movement. When Dan finally starts to breathe somewhat normally, he says, like an intelligent person, “Hi.”

Dan wants to hit himself.

Instead the boy just laughs, lifts Dan, and replies, “Hey. Im Phil.”

“Phil- I mean hi- I mean, fuck, Dan. I’m Dan. Yep, that’s me.”

He wants to cry.

“So uh-“

“Do you-“

“Sorry what?”

“Need help with that?”

They stumble over sentences, both of their faces a bright shade of red. Dan stares, coughs a bit, then Phil laughs.

The boy throws his head back, his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he gives a slightly crooked smile as he laughs.

And all Dan does is flinch. And he feels terrible for it. Because the moment he does, Phil’s eyes go wide and he suddenly stops laughing at their situation.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? Here I’ll just-“

“No it’s fine you don’t have to-“, Dan’s cut short as they both lean down to grab Dan’s bag and their heads bump. It hurts, and he flinches again. All Phil does is rapidly apologize and offer to get him some ice from the nurse as he fumbles with Dan’s bag.

His stomach starts to feel funny with Phil, in a way. Seeing his awkward and sorry state makes Dan giggle, then it turns into a light laugh. That gets Phil’s attention, and after a second a smile spreads on his face and his cheeks turn a shade of pink again.

Dan takes his bag, slides it onto his shoulders, slaps his hand on Phil’s arm and squeezes it lightly.

“I like you. You seem like a good friend.” Dan says meekly, “Was that a bit bold? I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not very good at it either. But yeah, you wanna have lunch together?” Phil says, and Dan laughs at the clearly intended boldness.

“Sure! I’ll find you there.”

“Nah, I’m walking you to class. Then we can say our goodbyes.”

“Oh it’s ok, I can find it, really-“

“Come on. I insist.”

“Ah, I suppose then.”

They walk for a bit, mostly in a slightly awkward silence, but a few corners from his class they start talking.

“Hey, won’t you be late to your class?”

“I’m late to them anyway. Always gotta run around this bloody place.”

Dan chuckles at that. They round the last turn to his class and he looks down at his feet as he walks, a smile and a blush on his face. He’s holding his breath a bit, having not used his machine for a while.

Phil says a small see you later, and for some reason Dan decides to give him an awkward side hug before he walks into the classroom.

He isn’t late, people don’t stare at him, but a few give him weird looks when he flings himself into a desk and the chair screeches on the dirty floors. Everyone looks away after a quick glance, going back to reading or talking or playing on their phones, whatever normal kids do before class, Dan thinks.

And he hasn’t breathed in a while. He’s sure his face might be red from the lack of oxygen, and he’s damn sure that he might pass out if he doesn’t do it quickly.

Dan stares at his bag and thinks about what’s in it. For one thing, people could find out. And he really doesn’t want that. Now others would think that if you had such a condition as Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia, you’d like others to know so that they aren’t rough or anything, and they know not to be offensive.

But he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want sympathy, he doesn’t want to be the sick kid. The cancer kid. He doesn’t want to be known for that.

Yet he’s doing it. Of course Dan checked first, to make sure no one was looking. He unzipped his back pack, quickly got the flow going, then pulled his hoodie over his head and leaned down. Dan put the nasal cannula on, then waited a few seconds before breathing in. He let out a sigh of relief, smiling slightly as he concentrated on controlling his breathing rhythm.

“What’re you doing down their, drugs mate?”

He jumped, dropping his bag and scrambling to throw the tubes into the pocket, turning off the machine before zipping it quickly. Dan looked up, embarrassed and slightly scared. The girl standing over him stared at him for a second before her face softened and it looked like she felt bad.

“Oh my god, are you...?”

“No! No, no, I am not doing drugs I swear!” Dan whisper shouted as the girl sat down in the desk next to him.

“I know! Calm down. Did you have a breathing machine in there?”, The curly haired girl whispered back.

“I- what? No! Definitely not a ‘breathing machine’. Or anything that helps me breathe. Asthma! I have inhalers, that’s what you saw.” He rambled, watching as her features grew more concerned. She quickly shook it off though, and smiled as if they didn’t just have that conversation.

“I’m sorry, let’s restart. Hey! I’m Carrie. You must be new here, how’s it been?”

Dan was still, his head tilted as he stared at her. He held his hand out after a bit, grinning.

“Daniel, Dan for short. And it’s been ok so far. Only been here since yesterday though.”

Carrie shook his hand then put a strand of curly blond hair behind her ear, showing her teeth.

“Well why don’t you sit with me at lunch today?”

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m sitting with Phil. I don’t know if you know him.”

Her face feel, but she redeemed herself quickly. Dan’s smile faltered slightly, and immediately questions ran through his mind like a film roll. But he’d just met her, he wasn’t gonna screw this up.

“So, Carrie. How long have you been at this school?”

She seems relieved by his change in topic, and her smile blooms back.

“A couple years. Like, six? A while actually.”

“Oh wow. That’s a long time.” It’s Dan’s turn to falter, his mind turning to think about the hospital, and how long he’s spent in there.

Carrie definitely notices, but she doesn’t question him about it, and he’s grateful.

“Let me get you caught up on this class.” She nudges his shoulder, slightly rougher than he minds, but he doesn’t care. Dan rubs his shoulder and grins at her,

“Sounds like a plan. Start talking.”

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They talk about Shakespeare for a while, and the day goes by fast after that. Lunch feels speedy, and Phil acts all too kind for a normal human being. Gym hurts, as expected. And he’s been told to join the band, as he was playing piano and messing with the drums when he was caught on his free period. Needless to say, Dan’s questioning his sanity by the time he’s gone to wait for his mum to pick him up.

He picks up one of his many sanitizer bottles from his back pack and squeezes a glob onto his hand. He’s just about to start rubbing it on his arms and hands when he feels a hand on his neck, and he turns so throw the glob at whoever it was.

Turns out to be Phil, and he had thrown hand sanitizer all over his glasses and mouth.

“Whoops.” Dan mumbles, then Phil grimaces as he opens his mouth to speak, instead the stinging taste of the sanitizer gets in his mouth.

Dan laughs, and he doesn’t even apologize. He thought it was funny, and after Phil was done digging all the sanitizer out of his mouth with the end of his shirt, he laughs as well. They look like maniacs, laughing hysterically and leaning on each other.

It’s mostly Dan, but Phil’s in on it too.

Phil looks disappointed when Dan’s mum shows up, cutting Phil off again and honking her horn at Dan.

Dan laughs again, and without any words he pulls the straps of his bag over his shoulders and hugs Phil around the neck before waving and walks away to his mum in a blur.

Phil’s genuinely confused, but he’s happy when Dan’s gone and he still has the feeling of his arms around his neck.

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When Dan gets home he’s still smiling, even after his mum pestering him and asking how his day went the whole way home. His father is calling him when Dan walks into the living room, and Dan’s little brother is trying to wipe the smile off his face with innocent insults and hard pats on the back.

He only succeeds in making Dan cough and his mother angry, and his smile is wider as Dan laughs at Adrian get yelled at.

As Adrian gets in trouble and his father watches his sports, Dan skips up the stairs and tosses his bag next to his door when he enters his room. He closes the door and jumps on his bed. Dan grins at the ceiling for a bit before eating a few crackers from his night stand, probably a few weeks old.

He drinks a bit of water from the night before and strips, laying on his bed with just his underwear. Dan’s giddy, but he’s damn tired. He turns to plug his phone in for the night, but then his eyes land on his night machine and his breath hitches. Dan coughs, loudly, and for a second he forgets how to breath.

He’s never really been good at it anyway.

He finally gets up to turn off the lights, then he sits on the edge of his bed and stares at his machine. Dan picks up the tubes and places them behind his ears, putting the cannula in his nostrils. He flips the switch and oxygen fills his lungs with a relieving and fulfilling feeling, but he doesn’t let it last. Dan takes them out about as quickly as he had put them in, turning it off and flinging himself under his duvet.

And Dan is aware that sleeping without it in is a bad idea, and it’s hard to. But so was stopping his treatments, and so was his parents actually letting him. It was what he wanted though. He just wanted to be independent, live for a bit without control. Or maybe he wanted to have control.

Dan doesn’t really know.

So he turns around, closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe. Soon after his mouth falls open slightly, his body relaxing and his mind shifting off to sleep.

[petertomspidey]

Ablaze -  Peter Parker x Villain!reader Pt. 2

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, anxiety, PTSD, self-hatred, mentions of death, big fluff.

Summary: Peter and reader get closer. (nicknames are cute *wink wonk*)

A/N: bold italics are thoughts. Bold is narration.

“Peter. Peter Parker.” A large smile creeps on your face and you immediately turn around to see the espresso-haired boy from the day before.

“Hey, Peter.” You can’t help but feel a kaleidoscope of butterflies swirl in your stomach as he (not so subtly) looks you up and down.

“You two know each other?” MJ seems genuinely confused as she points a finger between you both.

“Oh, I uh, ran into her yesterday.” Peter plays with his fingers, which you’re now guessing is a nervous twitch of his.

“He physically ran into me. Gotta point that out.” You add, giggling as Peter looks to his feet, smirking at the memory.

“Sounds about right for Pete.” MJ chuckles and Peter jokingly hit her arm and rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. I’m not normally that clumsy-” Peter seems as if he’s going to ramble on before MJ cuts him off.

“No, you are, dork.” Peter scoffs in response and you chortle. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to tour, I’m gonna find Ned and go to homeroom.”

“Alright.” Peter and you jinx, and instantly lock eyes, only for a second, because Peter quickly finds interest in the tiled floor.

“See ya, MJ.” You call after her, and she sends a peace sign your way.

“So, where are you taking me on this tour first?” You turn back to Peter, catching him ogling at you. His cheeks turn scarlet, and of course, it brings on his stutter.

“I- I- I’m gonna, gonna show ya, the um,” He clears his throat as if his stutter was just something lodged in his throat. “The cafeteria. Then I’ll show you to your first class, maybe take a few pit-stops along the way.”

His words hurry out of his mouth, all jumbled together, but you somehow still understood him. You give an accepting smile and link elbows with him.

“Lead the way, Parker.” He seemed to have shut down for half a second- he was probably not expecting you to be this close to him, maybe mentally checking if he remembered deodorant today.

You were guided down the halls of the school, stopping for an occasional, ‘This is the chemistry lab.’ ‘That’s the nurse’s office.’ ‘This is the good drinking fountain.’ Your personal favourite stop, however, was the library. Once he had said the word, you immediately yanked his elbow and dragged him into the room.

“Why are we going in here? I haven’t finished the tour, Y/N.” He was sheepish, especially when the librarian gave in the side-eye.

“Because I love books. Fun fact about me, Peter; I really love writing and reading.” You release his elbow, not giving notice to the huff of air he let out, you were too occupied looking through the shelves for your favourite authors.

“Good to know. We can only stay for a bit longer though, class starts in 10 minutes and I still have to show you my table in the cafeteria. So you know where to find me and don’t need to sit by yourself.” He winces at his forwardness inviting you to lunch with him, mentally kicking himself for assuming you’d be alone, as well. You twist on your heel, walls flying up.

“You must really pity the new girl, huh? You don’t need to invite me to sit with you, I’m pretty comfortable with the idea of being alone.” Your tone was cold, a nice contrast to your overheated body. Not desiring to burst into flames, (especially around books), you take a calming breath and start to walk towards the library’s exit.

Peter goes wide-eyed at your sudden change in mood, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as you walk straight by him.

“Y/N!” He speedwalks (no running in the halls of course) to catch up to your pace, and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, wait.” When you still don’t turn towards him, he brings his hand down to yours. His voice grows worried, his eyes softening when he feels your feverish heat.

“Are you okay? You’re really warm...” You control yourself and lower your temperature, hoping he doesn’t question further.

“I’m fine, Peter. Want to finish the tour?” You take your hand from his and cross your arms over your chest.

“Uhm. Yeah- uh, but I- I...” He looks to the floor, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I don’t pity you, I promise. I actually, um, I think you’re really, really cool. You like books and you laugh at my stupid jokes and you have pretty eyes and you’re funny and nice and smart and are pretty much a ray of sunshine.”

Both of your guys’ cheeks are flamed up, blushing madly from his rambling mess of words. You can’t help but break into a big smile, watching his eyes trail up to yours. He actually keeps eyes contact this time, and you’re the one to break away.

“I’m a ray of sunshine? And you think my eyes are pretty?” You’ve never felt so mushy inside than in this very moment. Peter starts to fiddle his fingers again, watching them twist and turn, praying his hands don’t stick together-because apparently when spiders are nervous, they’re more sticky. You look to his hands before scanning his face again.

Definitely a nervous tick.

“I uhm- yeah, uh, you are, and you do.” Peter’s stutter makes you smile, he’s so awkwardly adorable.

“Well, thank you, Pete. I���m sorry for snapping at you earlier, nobody’s ever really had good intentions with wanting me around.” A memory of your third foster family floods your vision for a moment- and you shiver, pushing away the thoughts of the abuse in that household.

Peter suddenly gets a boost of confidence- maybe he wants you to just smile again, maybe he just wants to be closer, but he locks elbows with you again, pulling you to follow him towards the cafeteria.

“I’m showing you our lunch table now, Sunshine.” You look at his face to see him smiling, which, in turn, makes you smile.

Sunshine. He called me Sunshine. He’s fuckin’ adorable.

You follow him into the large cafeteria, the far wall made up of glass, showing off the front lawn. He takes you to the far end of the row of tables on the glass wall side, sighing with contentment as you both reached the destination.

After a moment of silence, Peter decides to gauge your reaction to a Spider-Man story, he’ll see if he will be comfortable, maybe one day, to tell you his secret.

“I have a cool story about this table actually, Ned, my other best friend, claims to have seen Spider-Man on that rooftop there.” He points out a tall brick building across the street, looking to you for a reaction.

You, of course, feel your stomach drop and your hands start to heat again at the thought of that annoying insect (arachnid). But, as the rest of the world sees Spider-Man as the coolest thing ever, you keep your calm and give a neutral response.

“That’s cool, have you seen him?” Peter seems to shy from the question, shifting his weight to his opposite leg.

“Uh, no, not yet- no.” He looks to his feet again, and you decide to pull him from his trance after a moment or two.

“So, next stop is my first class?” He looks to you and nods, pulling you in what you assume the direction of the art studio is in.

“Yeah, and I’ll be outside your class when it’s over, I’ve got the same second period as you, chemistry.” He smiles, stopping by a classroom, unlinking your arms.

“Art room?” Your question is kinda hypothetical, as the door reads ‘Art Studio’ in a cursive font.

“Yep, you’ve officially been given a famous Peter Parker Midtown High tour. How many stars would you rate it? Maybe I can get some feedback to improve?” You can’t help but giggle at his goofiness, he’s definitely got a lovely, but dorky, sense of humour.

“I’m gonna have to give it 4 out of 5 stars, the tour guide wasn’t that professional, he kept making the cheesiest jokes.” You smile widely as Peter chuckles at you, once again causing butterflies to erupt in your abdomen.

“Alright, alright.” He rolls his eyes and takes a step backwards, then smiles sheepishly at you. “I’ll see ya after class, kay, Sunshine?”

Once again, the nickname makes you blush, and you wonder why he’s had this type effect on you when you barely know him.

“See you, Peter, thanks again.” He smirks and looks to his feet, and steals one last glance into your eyes before turning to walk away.

“No problem.” You open the door to your class, just as the bell rings, and find a seat in the back. Meanwhile, Peter meets up with Ned, still smiling like an idiot.

“Dude, what’s got you in this giddy attitude?” Ned is so confused, he hasn’t seen Peter like this- pretty much ever.

“What do you mean?” Peter plays dumb, continuing to their shared class.

“It’s Y/N. Love at first sight.” MJ jumps between the boys, startling both.

“The girl you gave a tour to?” Ned is overly excited, Peter hasn’t had a real crush since Liz.

“And my foster sister,” MJ adds before giving Peter a noogie. “Also his neighbour. We can all have late-night study sessions and movie nights. Operation: Get Peter a Girlfriend, is a-go.” Peter pushes MJ away and laughs with them, but secretly wishes the operation goes smoothly.

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It was two minutes before the bell rang, and Peter was hurriedly walking towards your classroom, replaying a greeting a thousand times over in his head.

Once he arrived, he starts to panic. Okay, okay. How do I stand? What if she doesn't want me to walk her to class? What if she met someone in art and is like- dating them now??

Peter tries to abandon his negative train of thought, leans on the opposite wall to the classroom, and crosses his arms. Too moody. He changes up his stance and stands straight up, hands clasped in front of his abdomen. Too uptight. He stands normally, holds his backpack strap on his left shoulder, and crosses his right ankle over his left.

Just as he is about to fidget again, the bell rings, making his eyes shoot up to look through the suddenly crowded hall. The moment he sees your face, his nerves evaporate and happiness floods his facial features. You, on the other hand, see his face and nervousness begins to rush through you, head to toe. Look at that smile. He's too cute.

"Hi." Your voice is small, and you scold yourself for letting him make you feel this way.

"H-hey. Hi. Uh, how was, how was class?" His stutter makes an appearance again, and you could tell he didn't appreciate it whatsoever. His nose scrunched when he finished the sentence, and he glanced between you and the floor at least three times before choosing to look into your eyes.

"It was good, I guess." You recall the art teacher, a small middle-aged woman, dressed in a paint-smeared smock and mom jeans, while Peter starts walking you both to class.

"The teacher was pretty cool. Didn't talk to anyone, though." Peter felt a little bit of relief, that means you'd still sit with him at lunch, and he might still have a chance at asking you to hang-out or study with him, Michelle, and Ned. He realises he's been in deep thought and only comes back to reality when you poke his forehead.

"Hello, earth to Peter. Anyone alive in there?" You had asked him how his class had been, only to look over and witness him murmuring to himself and staring at his moving feet.

"Yeah, hi, sorry, I got a bit, uh, lost in thought there." He gives you an apologetic look and you shrug your shoulders.

"It's alright, anyway, I asked how class was for you?" You guys had started to ascend the stairs to the science floor, Peter skipping stairs in pairs, making you run to catch up with him.

"Sorry, uhm, it was boring. Math. Ned, MJ, and I have it together. Teacher split us up a week or so ago, he got sick of us always blabbering." You both give a small chuckle, finally reaching the top of the third flight of stairs, and you can't believe Peter isn't out of breath like you are.

After a moment of your heavy breathing, you both walk through the door, finding a lab bench in the back.

"Well, hopefully, this class won't be as boring with me there."

You elbow his arm playfully and you can't help but notice how shy his laugh is. He looks to his hands on the countertop, playing with a pen, while releasing a breathy chuckle and a lingering smile along with blush paints his face. You catch yourself staring, so you clear your throat and grab your composition book, ready for the teacher to start lecturing.

All throughout the class, you and Peter kept catching eyes, bumping arms or touching hands as either of you wipe away any eraser chunks from your page. No matter what interaction occurred, it always ended in one, or the both of you, awkwardly laughing or it'd send a maddening red to your cheeks.

Class was over sooner than you wanted it to, which meant it was time for lunch. You both speedily packed your things, still silent, tension gradually developing between the two of you. After the two of you had roamed in the halls and made it to the first floor again, you decide to break the silence.

"So was class less boring with me there?" You hope he'll say yes, maybe he could be getting the same type of butterflies you are.

"No, it was sooooo boring!" Peter squints his eyes as he smiles and pushes his shoulder into you, making you laugh while your cheeks blushed- again. He chuckled before adding, "Y/N, you made that class a lot more enjoyable than before."

"Good," You take a deep breath as you walk into the cafeteria, so many people. Before your social anxiety can fully start to develop, a boy with dark hair and a douchey expression on his face swaggers up to you and Peter. Peter is completely tense and you can sense he's uncomfortable.

"Penis Parker! Did ya finally get a girlfriend?" Your mouth drops and you give a death stare to the dickwad. Peter clenches his jaw before the boy turns to you.

"Oh, wow, new girl is actually kinda hot. How'd you get that Parker?" He looks you up and down, and you feel your blood start to boil. This is why you do what you do, people like this. Who think they are better than everyone, people who think they have power and privilege over everyone in the room. Your body starts to heat up and flames beg to burst through your fingertips.

The moment you started to heat up, Peter's hairs stood on end and his senses overwhelmed him, why was his Spidey-Sense triggered? Flash isn't dangerous. Peter decided to speak up before the situation could get any worse- if possible.

"Flash, can you-" That's when you hit him. You slapped 'Flash' across the face, in front of everyone. 'Ooooh's and various swears can be heard throughout the room as you continue your death stare at Flash. He reaches up and touches his cheek, mouth and eyes wide.

"What that hell?" Flash's cheek starts to turn red and you just know Peter is probably standing there in shock.

Shit. I should've cooled down first. Might've burned him. Oh well, he deserves it. Who knows what other shit he's done.

"Bye, bye, Flash. The new girl and Peter are going to go now, hope you've learnt your lesson." Your voice oozed a poisonous tone, hoping to get your point across.

You turn to look at Peter who is just completely ogling at you. His mouth is ajar and his eyes wide. You grab his elbow like before and drag him to his table, ignoring everyone staring. You take a seat with Peter, across from MJ and who you assumed was Ned. They both were wide-eyed and gaping their mouths.

"Dude, that was badass. Nobody's actually had the guts to stand up to Flash like that." Ned is like a fangirl, and you are glad to know someone is okay with your outburst.

"I mean you could've done without slapping him, who knows what he'll say to his parents." MJ looks concerned and you shrug.

"He deserved it. Who was going to do anything about his behaviour anyway?"

You opened your lunch bag and started peeling your orange. Peter was still completely silent and looked as if he was in deep thought.

He was. He was thinking why would you stand up for him and what did this whole situation remind him of? And why the hell had his Spidey-Sense gone off? From you slapping Flash? But you aren't dangerous to him? Were you? The answers were on the tip of his tongue, but fortunately for you, you pulled him from his thoughts.

"You're awfully quiet. In shock or something? Don't worry, I don't think Flash will vex you anymore." You popped an orange slice in your mouth waiting for his response, but all that came from his was jumbled word vomit.

"I just- you- how- why would you- what just..?" Peter couldn't utter a full sentence because he was just so perplexed.

"I just slapped Flash, yeah. I did cuz he seemed like a prick and you were uncomfortable. Plus, he was so misogynistic. People like him piss me off." You took a deep breath, completely cooling down and moving on from the situation. "Anyway, I have a class with you next, Michelle. AP Lit."

"Yeah, if you like writing as much as you say you do, you'll love this class. Lots of writing." MJ scoops her soup into her mouth and you finish off your orange.

"Ned, what class do you have?" You pull out a sandwich and bite off the corner.

"I have Spanish with Peter, actually." Ned gestures to Peter who was silently playing with his school lunch but perked his head up when he heard his name.

"Huh? What? S-sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Ned just was saying that he had Spanish with you." Michelle gives Peter a worried look and continues.

"Are you okay? Is the Y/N slap bugging you?"

"Well, um. I'm just still surprised I guess. I dunno. I'm fine." He looks at his tray, mushing his potatoes with a fork. "Let's talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay..."

You were confused as well, was Peter seriously just surprised you stood up for yourself? Why was he acting so strange? Lunch went on without another hitch, and eventually, Peter went back to his normal self, making terrible jokes and making the conversations flow easily.

MJ quickly pulls you from the lunch table when the bell rang, not even saying goodbye to the boys.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"Do you like Peter?" MJ puts a hand on your backpack, helping guide you through the crowded halls.

"Wha- What?!" You huff, was it that noticeable? "I just met him yesterday!"

"So? Love at first sight remember?" You scoff at her remark.

"Doesn't exist." You roll your eyes.

"I'm not too sure Peter agrees with that statement. I've never seen him being so flirty with someone like that. What do you think of him?"

"Peter's... Peter is sweet, and funny, and smart, and really cute, but I don't know enough about him to have a crush on him." You speak honestly, you miss having girl talk. It's been a while since you've clicked with someone so easily.

"Well, what about if we invite him over for a study session or movie night with Ned? Get to know him better?" She really was playing cupid or something.

"I don't know, MJ. Maybe in like, a week. But I'd like to get a bit more settled and used to having you guys around if that's alright."

You are definitely getting a bit overwhelmed today, just thinking about everything that's happened and all you want is to be in your new room, sleeping off the day.

"Yeah, no, I understand. That's fine." She seemed to be okay with it, and you were glad she didn't push further.

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After school.

"Where's Peter? Doesn't he live right next door?" Peter had failed to join you and MJ walking back to the apartment building, which was confusing to you.

"He didn't tell you?" You shake your head no, anticipating MJ's explanation.

"Weird. Well, he has an internship at Stark Industries."

"What?! That's crazy!" MJ was so nonchalant about it, it added to your shock and confusion.

"Peter's a smart, and lucky, kid. He does the internship every day after school. About 3 hours." Your mouth hung, still shocked he had that kind of opportunity.

Damn...

You couldn't help but allow your mind to drift to him. You couldn't stop thinking about the tension during chemistry, when he was patient and kind towards you during your outburst, how he called you sunshine, how you could get lost in his brown eyes for-

"Earth to Y/N!" You snapped from your daydreaming when MJ shook your shoulder. "Where did your mind saunter off to?"

"Sorry, I got lost in thought for a second." Your cheeks started to glow, especially when you pass Peter's apartment door.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Mom and Dad don't get back until dinner time. Mom's a lawyer and Dad's an English professor at the college, so they get back kinda late. I'll be in my room doing some homework if you need me."

"Yeah, cool, I think I'll go out and explore the area a bit."

"Sure, just make sure to have your phone, Mom would lose it if you went without some form of communication." She giggled and you split to your rooms.

You let out a sigh and set your bag down, getting ready for your 'exploration of the area'.

They always buy that.

You grab your phone and make your way to your hideout. Once you arrive and you enter the code, 0522. Joey's birthday. The second the door opens, lights strike on, and Blaze comes to life.

"Hello, Y/N. How was your day?" His surprisingly realistic voice echoes around you, and you smile, finally being alone enough to be your true self.

"Hi, Blaze. It was alright, the family seems nice and the school isn't too bad." You shrug, walking to the case with your suit in it.

"I have an update on the man from yesterday." You nodded, starting to let the flames come to life under your skin.

"He plead guilty, he now has 20 years in prison. Seems your tactics were successful."

"Perfect." You take a deep breath, ready to let out all the pent up energy from the day. You finish putting on your suit, storing your clothes in its place.

"Who's next for tonight?"

"I don't have any explicit target for tonight, but you can patrol."

You let go, flames ruptured from your hands, your hair turns dark, your eyes shift to brown with a hint of red, and your body temperature rises a few hundred degrees.

"Sounds good, Blaze. Notify me around 5 pm to head home." You conceal your face with your mask, Blaze's voice shifting from above you to your ear.

"Affirmative." You walk towards the centre of the room, looking to the tinted sunroof as it starts to open.

"Oh, and let me know if Spider-Man comes around. I'm not too keen on hearing him lecture me tonight."

"Of course."

By now the skylight has opened, and you lift off the floor, your hands and feet propelling you into the sky.

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An hour or so has passed, and you haven’t done too much, to be honest. You saved 3 women from men in dark alleyways, burnt one man for trying to kidnap a girl, and guided a woman away from a suspicious white van.

It was 4:30, and you were about to call it a night when Blaze alerts you.

“Phoenix, traffic camera’s from 2 streets down have spotted Spider-Man. He seems to be headed in your direction.”

“Dammit. What’s the best route around the bug?” You sigh and look around from the rooftop you were on, hoping to not spot the red and blue.

“Arachnid actually.” You roll your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

You’ve gotta be shitting me.

You turn to come face to face with the arachnid and ready flames in your hands.

“Why can’t you just leave me be?” You ball your fists, flames straightening out the sides of your hands.

“Because I can’t let you keep hurting these people.” He keeps his hands at his sides, his masked eyes being the only things moving.

“Please,” You scoff before continuing. “The ‘people’ I hurt, deserve it. Trust me.”

“They deserve to go to jail, not be scarred by your flames or killed by your rage.” Flames start to escape your fists, shooting out in all directions. Spider-Man raises his hands, ready to use his ice webs if necessary.

“The men that I target, they deserve to be scarred. To be marked. Maybe then fewer women, children, and families will be broken.”

“I understand. But the way you are doing things is wrong.” Before he can continue, Blaze reignites in your ear and reminds you of the time.

“Shit.”

The masked spider takes this as an opportunity to make a move. He shoots an ice web at you, extinguishing your flames and sticking you to the wall behind you.  

“What the hell?!” You promptly reignite yourself, making the webs burn off of you.

“I need to bring you to see reason!” His voice is raised, whatever accent he used trying to mask his voice disappeared and you can’t help but do double-take.

I swear I’ve heard his voice before.

“You need to know that there are other ways to get justice!” At this,

You release the flames burning in your hands, directed at him. He dodges and tries to web you. This ‘dance’ continues for a while before you decide you need to really get going.

“Leave. Me. Alone!” You and your surrounding area bursts into flames, making Spider-Man flip backwards, trying to save himself from getting burned. With him more than 15 feet away, you take this as your chance and lift off the ground.

You do one last check, and see Spider-Man slouching against the wall, holding his right thigh. You got away, but you couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Why did you care that he was hurt? You were confused, especially because it hurt more when you realised you were the one to hurt him.

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[hermannsthumb]

i want to read the fic about newts Nurse Lingerie outfit 👀,....

i posted concepts for this on my side twitter and it spawned the unfortunate phrase “dick machine broke” “understandable have a great day” just so you know. i don’t even remember where i referenced the idea of nurse lingerie originally LOL

18+/rated e below cuttttttttttt

Hermann was not entirely on board when Newton originally proposed the idea for a number of reasons, though his largest reserve was in regard to the subject of the roleplay itself. Medical settings are not remotely arousing for Hermann—Hermann, who’d been in-and-out of the doors of specialized clinics and even more specialized doctors since the age of ten, whose earliest childhood memories consist of latex gloves and fluorescent sterility, whose palms still sweat and chest tightens when he has to go in for as much as a yearly check-up—and as much as he loves Newton, he cannot possibly imagine the man having the capacity to inject even the smallest element of eroticism into such a setting.

Hermann ended up being wrong. He didn’t mind it, as he normally might’ve. The opposite, actually.

“Hands to yourself,” Newton scolds, swatting repeatedly at Hermann until Hermann drops his hands from Newton’s hips. Newton’s soft hips, which cheap white fabric clings to, cheap white fabric that flows out into a very short and frilled skirt. 

“I’m sorry,” Hermann says. “You’re simply—” He reaches for Newton’s waist, this time—just as soft, partially exposed by the cut of his dress, belly-button and the rolls of his stomach peeking through—and Newton swats at him again.

“This is the preview,” Newton says, yet even as he does, he preens a bit, inches closer into the vee of Hermann’s legs on his knees, and does not, this time, prevent Hermann from sliding a single hand up one fishnet-stockinged leg. “I just wanted to make sure you were on totally on board.” The next bit, he says teasingly. “Are you?”

Hermann nods. He thinks he may grunt something affirmative out, as well, but it’s lost when Newton leans in and pecks a quick kiss on his lips. “Sit still like a good patient, Dr. Gottlieb,” Newton says, and when he wriggles out of Hermann’s grasp (for Hermann had been unable to prevent himself from digging his fingertips into both of Newton’s thighs at Newton’s kiss) he grins cheekily. He raises his voice into something prim and professional. “We’ll have a nurse in to see you in a few seconds.”

“Newton,” Hermann protests, embarrassed at how his voice’s become little more than a high whine, “Can you not just—” But Newton winks, blows Hermann a kiss (obnoxious), and slips out of their bedroom.

An agonizing five minutes pass.

Then there’s a knock; a half-second later, Newton pushes the door open. He’s in the very same outfit he’d worn as before—the same tight dress (white, with a small cross on the front pocket and red heart buttons), the same fishnet tights (white), the same plastic stethoscope hanging uselessly around his neck and cheap clipboard at his waist—but it somehow has an overwhelming effect on Hermann all over again, subject matter aside. His mouth goes dry. His breath hitches. His trousers get incrementally tighter. He wonders, vaguely, as Newton struts over to him (because Newton truly does strut, though he’s forgone the red heels that came with the costume, perhaps wisely) whether or not he’s wearing anything beneath the skirt. Hermann hopes not.

“Hi, Mr. Gottlieb,” Newton says, still comically professional, and flashes him a smile. “You can call me Newt. How are you feeling today?”

He shifts his weight to one side, hip jutting out cockily, and the skirt shifts so very slightly. Hermann can tell he’s not wearing his usual boxers, at least, and Newton does not own briefs, which means, likely— “Er,” Hermann stammers, eyes glued to Newton’s crotch. “I–”

Newton clears his throat; when Hermann snaps to his attention, guiltily, Newton plasters on a look of mock-offense. “My eyes are up here, Mr. Gottlieb,” he says.

“Apologies,” Hermann says, and then, once he’s overcome his completely irrational, and completely bizarre, embarrassment, adds “I feel fine, er, Newt.”

This makes Newton tsk. He examines his clipboard as though it holds something more involved than a single blank sheet of paper, stolen right out of their home-office printer, and shakes his head. The movement makes his skirt flutter lightly, and as Hermann attempts to discern, once more, what lies beneath Newton’s costume, Newton tsks again. “It doesn’t look very fine,” Newton says. He flashes Hermann the blank piece of paper. “According to your chart,” he says, solemnly, “your dick is broken.”

The arousal that’d been steadily building in Hermann rockets back down into nonexistence. He’s unable to keep himself from wheezing out a startled laugh. “It’s what?”

“Your dick is broken,” Newton repeats, with a tiny, almost nonexistent snicker. He taps at the sheet. “Tragically.”

“Newton,” Hermann says, but Newton casts aside the clipboard and sets a hand on his shoulder. One leg steadily rises to rest on the end of the bed, within easy reach of Hermann. The skirt lifts. Not enough for Hermann to see beneath it.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Newton says, corners of his mouth twitching up. “I’m here to help, Mr. Gottlieb.”

He drags his fingers up the calf of the same leg, then up the thigh, and bites his lower lip (pink) in exaggerated pleasure.

Hermann sobers up quickly. 

Newton taps at Hermann’s chest. “Lie back on the table, please,” he says, tone low. Uncharacteristic of him. “And take your shoes off. I need to examine you properly.”

He stands back as Hermann obeys him just as quickly, following his instructions as methodically as he would a real nurse’s. Left shoe unlaced, right shoe unlaced, both set carefully onto the floor. Sweater off over his head and folded next to the shoes. Oxford cuffs and top button undone. Left leg situated carefully so as not to strain him. Hermann lies down on their bed.

Newton is on him in an instant, scooting up onto the edge of the bed in between his thighs, practiced and clever fingers immediately fumbling with the fastening of his trousers, the elastic waistband of his briefs, and pulling his prick out into the cool air of their bedroom. He wraps his fingers around it contemplatively, as if seeing it for the very first time or studying it, as Hermann shivers. “Yep,” Newton finally declares, as if Hermann isn’t growing hard enough to cut glass, perhaps, if he really put his mind to it, “broken.” 

Then he leans over and sucks the head of Hermann’s prick into his mouth.

Hermann’s hand flies to Newton’s soft hair. “Oh,” he gasps, and Newton hums pleasantly and sucks in a bit more, pink mouth stretched wide and glistening with saliva and precome already, red flush settling over his round cheeks, glasses perched at the very edge of his freckled nose, “oh, oh, Newton–”

“Mmhmm,” Newton agrees.

He does not give Hermann a full blowjob—that is, Hermann does not come in his mouth, as he thinks he would’ve liked to—but rather brings Hermann just to the edge with obscene sucking and furious tonguing before popping off. He wipes saliva from the corner of his mouth off on the back of his hand while fumbling around for the discarded clipboard, then clicks an imaginary pen and jots down some equally imaginary notes. “Very interesting, Mr. Gottlieb,” he says. His voice is a little hoarse.

Chest heaving, sweating furiously, bedsheets clutched in a white-knuckled grip, and hard enough that it’s become uncomfortable, Hermann near-growls “Newton.”

Newton casts him an innocent look and clicks the imaginary pen shut. “Let’s try some other stimuli,” he says. “What about—” He bends back over and plants a small kiss at the slick head, allowing it to drag, lazily, down his chin and over his stubbled jaw. It leaves a streak across his skin. Hermann’s hips twitch up minutely; the tension in his gut coils tighter. “Or—” Newton plants another kiss, then another, then another, in quick succession, and they grow increasingly open-mouthed, increasingly sloppy. At the last—Newton’s eyes sparking something mischievous—he flutters his tongue over the slit fully and nuzzles his cheek against it. This time, Hermann keens; his fingers itch to grab hold of the back of Newton’s head, his soft hair, and just—

“What about this?” Newton murmurs. He wraps his fingers around Hermann again and begins to bring him off in slow, steady strokes, eased along by his own spit, and after pumping him twice, sucks gently at the head again.

“Yes,” Hermann gasps, clutching at the sheets in a death grip. His hips rise gradually from the bed as Newton’s clever hand picks up speed, as Newton sucks at Hermann more urgently, all calculated, teasing gracefulness of it lost, and he moans around Hermann in a way that’s almost wanton. (Newton is always terribly affected by the act of giving Hermann blowjobs.) “Ah–!”

Hermann taps at Newton’s shoulder in warning, but rather than just swallow him down, as Hermann’d been expecting, Newton pulls off just in time for Hermann to ejaculate on the low neckline of his little dress. All over the top red heart button and his bare, tattooed skin. “Ah,” Hermann repeats, though in markedly less pleasure.

He makes to cover his eyes in mortification, flushing brilliantly, but Newton—lips swollen and twisted into a grin—grabs his hands fast and presses them to his soft hips instead. Hermann automatically takes handfuls of skin and cheap fabric. “You’ve been very cooperative,” Newton says. “I think you deserve something for that, don’t you?”

“Hm?” Hermann says, panting, because, truthfully, he is still a bit hazy from his orgasm.

Newton’s grin widens a bit. He reaches down and lifts his skirt up: completely without underwear, it turns out, head of his prick flushed red and wet and bobbing against his stomach. It’s a lovely sight. “It’s not exactly a lollipop,” he says, “but…” He waggles his eyebrows ridiculously.

“Come up here,” Hermann orders, and Newton scrambles to obey.

[buckysforeverprincess]

What Do You Want From Me? Ch 21

Lance Tucker X Reader

Words: 3369

Warning: Language

A/N: This is the final chapter. There is a short epilogue, but that’s it. Thanks for reading my Lance fic, and I hope you all enjoyed it!

“Did you hear what I said?” You were standing next to him at the kitchen island, trying to go over his schedule for the day. The man's face was distractedly in his phone.  

“Huh, yeah-sorry! Meeting with my agent at eleven, his office. Then I need to swing by that baby store and pick up the stroller that just arrived. After that I need to go grab the last few items on the Christmas list, and...be to the gym by five for the Christmas party for the kids and families. Did I miss anything?” Lance grins at you, but it slowly fades as the look he's getting in return makes him realize he did in fact miss something very important.  

“I said they've scheduled me for tomorrow.”

Lance looks at you surprised, he obviously doesn't know what to say.

“You ok?” You ask.

Lance still hasn't come out of his shock. “Uh-huh. But-um, when did you find this out?” Lance knows you went to the doctors yesterday and thought he would have been told shortly thereafter.

“Doc told me yesterday, and before you get upset, I was going to tell you, but you got tied up in that photo shoot and I was in bed before you got home.”  

Lance nods and accepts that answer, but it still doesn't make him happy. “You could have text me...I would have answered.” Lance now has his arms wrapped around you.

“Oh, no! You're a total fucking diva when you're at a shoot. I was not setting myself up for the brunt of that shit show!” You laugh, and he smiles. He leans in for a quick kiss, and you gladly welcome it now that you officially could.  

“So, here's what I propose. Today's December twenty first. Let me cancel my meeting, and we go do the other things together. Let's spend this last day together before we welcome our children tomorrow.” Lance still has his arms around you, and you melt even further into his touch.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” You place a quick kiss to his lips and waddle your way into the bathroom getting ready for the day out with Lance.

“Everything ok, baby?”

The two of you had been out for a while and were now having a much needed lunch at your favorite deli. You had been having contractions all morning, but really weren't worried about it. Dr. Tucker said Braxton Hicks was common being this far along, and you were scheduled for delivery tomorrow anyway. All you had to do was make it through the day and be at the hospital at eight am. Nothing to worry about.

“Yeah, just having contractions,” you told him nonchalantly, “I'm good, just hungry and tired.”

Lance scrunched his face, contemplating your answer, but let it go. “Alright. We'll see how you do after you eat. If you're still feeling tired, we're heading home.”

You nod and take a bite of your turkey club. The flavors do not disappoint, and you let out a lewd moan as you swallow it down.  

“Careful, baby,” Lance chuckles, “Those noises are reserved for me in the bedroom. Don't want to make anyone jealous!” He smiles, but you don't. The sandwich suddenly not agreeing with your stomach, and you feel like you could vomit. “You ok?” Lance is a little worried about the look on your face, and he should be. Something just doesn't feel right to you. You may need to go in tonight instead of tomorrow if you keep feeling like this. The pressure in your stomach is too much to handle, and the pain in your back is getting intense.

“Lance...I think-I need to go...to the hospital...now.”

He gets it. Lance jumps up and moves over to your side to help you up. Lance, who under normal circumstances would clean up after himself, but not now he needs to get you to the hospital and lucky for you, his Cadillac is parked right out front.  

Getting you to the hospital is easier said than done. The streets are littered with last minute shoppers and cars everywhere. Lance is loudly cussing, and you start to count how many times he could say ‘fuck’ on the way to your destination. You lost count when the contractions became more intense and shorter, signaling to you that this was active labor and not Braxton Hicks. It looks like Team Tucker was ready to make their debut today.  

You know Lance got you to the hospital. You also know you were taken to labor and delivery. What you don't recall is getting on the gown and onto the bed that would serve as the place you would bring these twins into the world. However, you do know when Lance finally made his way up and into the room, strutting in like he owned the damn place.

“Fucking finally! Where the fuck’ve you been?”

Lance looks at you with a sense of shock and awe. “What the fuck, Y/N! I had to park the car. By the time I was done they’d already brought you up here. Chill out, I got here as fast as I could!” Lance was standing with his hands on his hips, defending himself to you.

“How many phone numbers did ya’ get along the way?” You had no idea where any of this was coming from, but the words were already flowing out like hot lava from a volcano.

“None! See, I'm in love with this crazy woman, who is in labor and even though she's having contractions, she's still using this moment to yell at me for my past issues!” He lets out a sigh, hoping you drop the subject.  

There wasn't time to say anything else before another contraction hit and you were trying to breathe through the pain. You really wanted it to stop but you knew this was a natural part of labor and in the end, everything would be worth it.  

Lance looked at the monitors and back at you with a look of confusion. “Where's her doctor? Are you guys giving her anything for the pain?” He questioned the nurse who was busy preparing the room.

“Anesthesia is on their way, and so is her physician. I expect them both here soon.” The nurse answered as calmly as possible, most likely having dealt with panicked new parents regularly.

Lucky for you, anesthesia came before your doctor, and once that epidural kicked in, you were in an entirely different world. So what if you couldn't feel the bottom half of your body. It greatly reduced the pain, and the irritation of your boyfriend at your side. Lance was becoming increasingly antsy and your contractions were speeding up. You just wanted him to stop being him until these babies made their appearance. After that, you'd take his assholery in spades.

“Sorry I'm late!” You recognized the voice of your very attractive doctor coming into the room and announcing his presence.

“What the fuck?!” Lance stands up, looking directly at the man who's just walked in.

“I could say the same thing!” The two look like they’re about to have a pissing contest right there in the delivery room.

“What are you doing here Drew?” Lance has immediately gone into defensive mode. You're sure his asshole side is about to make an appearance.

“I know you're lacking some very important brain cells, but I thought it'd be obvious given my profession that I'm about to deliver a couple of babies!”

Yep, pissing match has commenced. Dr. Drew successfully throws out the first punch.

“Typical Drew. Always need to have your hands in someone's vagina! Clearly some things never change. This one's off limits, so back the fuck off!” Lance’s arms are now on his chest, dominance strongly asserted.

“I think you got the wrong guy...last time I checked, you're the one who can't keep his dick in his pants. I'm surprised that thing hasn't fallen off yet!”

Ouch burn! Second point goes to the hot as fuck doctor. He obviously came to the gun fight with a fucking AR-15, decimating Lance Tucker.

Lance looks like he's about to go bat shit crazy on the doctor, and all you can do is lay there and watch, fighting through each new contraction as they come closer and closer. Even the nurse is highly entertained by the drama unfolding in the room and shows no signs of interrupting the ongoing cock fight between them. Eventually something has to give, but you're not sure who's going to be the one to stop it.

“Ya know, I'm tired of the self-righteous act you got going on here! Admit it...The only reason you went into this field was because you couldn't get a pussy to save your life. That's the only way you'll ever get your face in one!” Lance yells at the man, and boy, that does not look like the right thing to say.

Dr. Drew gives him a smirk and looks over in your direction. Oh, shit! He looks like the devil and is about to sin twice on Sunday. Something tells you he's about give it to Lance Tucker really good, and fuck all if you're in any position to stop it!

“Is that your girl, Tucker?” The Doctor asks him with all the fuckery and swag he can muster, “Because I just want you to know…I've been all up in her vagina, nice and deep like; showing it no mercy, touching it...like man starved!”

Your mouth dropped open wide, contractions long since forgotten. Dr. Drew just annihilated Lance Tucker, and after doing so, just stood there smiling like a cat that caught the canary.  

Lance looked like he was going to full on punch the man in the face, and you’re pretty sure that's what the balled up fist was going to do, but right as the catastrophic event was about to take place, you were hit with an epic contraction and let out a moan so monstrous, the devil himself would weep at your feet.  

The noise was enough to bring both men out of whatever the hell had been going on between them and shift their focus back on you. You'd been having contractions the entire time these two were at it, so you were almost relieved to not have to hear the two of them duke it out anymore.  

“You want...to tell me... what...the fuck...is going on Tucker?!” You pant out, the pain becoming too much for you to handle.

“Baby,”

“Ms. Y/L/N…” they both say at the exact same time, and you just look at them slightly confused.

“She was talking to me, asshole!” Lance bites back at the doctor, rolling his eyes at him before looking in your direction.  

“Honey….” Lance starts out trying to be as calm as he possibly can through gritted teeth. “This…,” he points to the man standing next to him, “is my older brother, Drew. Drew and his twin brother Dillon are the bane of my existence, and part of the reason I have nothing to do with my family.”

Dr. Tucker scoffs at the younger Tucker, “You're such a drama queen, Lance. You just hate the fact that we don't kiss your rosy red ass! Maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time and didn't spend your entire life moving from one vagina to the next, you'd actually see we just want what's best for you!” The doctor looks pissed off, having yet again gone off on his brother.

Lance looks as though he has a rebuttal coming, but you seriously have had enough. These two have been arguing nonstop, clearly forgetting why they're here in the first place. Everyone, including the nurse has ignored you on the bed in labor, contractions becoming worse and your cervix fully dilated.  

“Fucking stop!” You were able to yell out before another contraction started. “Whatever the fuck your problem is with each other can be put in a tiny little balloon and shoved so far up both of your asses, a full body cavity search wouldn't find it!” You bellowed from the depths of hell inside you. “Seriously, fuck you both! I'm laying here on a bed with my vagina exposed, which both of you have seen; thanks Dr. Drew for letting me know my children's uncle has been ‘all up in my vagina’…not a fucking picture I need to live with, but you and your brother are good at reminding people just how fucked up their life choices are! Now if the two of you can put your monster cock ass egos to the side for the duration of this labor, I’d like to get out the spawns of Satan that have taken up residence in my body…now!” You we're looking at the men with a new level of intensity, hoping to get on with the matter at hand.

“Yep!”  

“Sorry!” Both men said at the same time, and now it was back to business at hand.

The fight between brothers forgotten and everything prepared and ready to go, you were finally able to push out the babies inside you. Lance was by your side, holding your hand giving you words of encouragement and praise as you pushed out first your daughter, followed by your son, looking identical to the man standing next to you.

“Oh my god!” Lance excitedly exclaimed when his brother placed his son on your belly, “Even through all the gunk, he looks like me!”

You only smiled and looked down at the precious babies you had carried inside of you.

“Just what the world needs, another fucking Tucker!” His brother says sarcastically still between your legs, his job far from over. “However, they're both perfect...and I'm honestly a pretty proud doctor right now. I got to deliver my niece and nephew. Best life moment ever!”  

You look up at Lance giving him a threatening stare, and he rolls his eyes at you. “Uh-Drew?”

The Doctor looks up from his position, “Yeah?” The man looks suspiciously at his younger brother.

“Thanks...and I'm sorry. You-uh, there's no one else I would've wanted to do this.”

“You’re welcome, little brother.”

“So, do we have names?”

Oh yeah! There's a nurse in here and she's taking your daughter to get cleaned up.

“Yes…” You looked up at Lance, who had no idea you had chosen anything for them yet. “London Noelle and Landon Joseph.”

Lance nods in acceptance of the names of his twins. “You giving all our kids names beginning with the letter ‘L’?” He joked.

“Oh, you think this is happening again?” You challenge him. “There is absolutely no way you get in my vagina again, unless there's a ring on my finger and a change in my last name!” Lance gave you a smile and Dr. Tucker gave a laugh.

“Sounds like you better wife her, Lance. Someone needs to keep your ass in check!”

That was so true, he needed someone that wouldn’t put up with his antics. You were probably the only one that would ever be able to handle this man.

“I plan on it, but first…” Lance pulls out his phone and hands it over to his brother who has finished his job in your lady parts, “can you get a picture?”

Drew smiles and takes the phone from his younger brother, “Just so you know, I'm sending it to mom and Dillon.” Lance doesn't put up a fight, just shrugs his shoulders at the older Tucker.  

The nurse had brought London back over all wrapped up and cleaned off, and the both of you decided Landon looked decent enough for a picture. Lance got in close to you and was holding his son while you held your daughter. Drew got a couple of pictures of the four of you and was happy when Lance asked the nurse if she'd mind getting a couple with Drew in them as well. Lance decided those ones would be the ones sent to his family. The pictures of the four of you would be kept private.  

Once everyone was cleaned up, you and the children were taken to another room to rest. Dr. Tucker had said his goodbyes but told you he'd be back to check on you before discharge. It didn't escape your notice how Lance had gone into the hall with his brother and came back some time later, a happy smile across his face.

“He likes you. Matter of fact…,” Lance pulls out his phone, “looks like my mom and Dillon are excited about the additions to the family. They'd like to come see you in the morning, but only if you're feeling up to it.”

You scoff at your boyfriend, “Lance Tucker! You suddenly have a change in heart? Are you welcoming your family back into your life? Are you officially a changed man?” There was sarcasm in your voice with a hint of teasing.

“Yeah, guess the right woman and two amazing children will do that to you,” he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on each of the sleeping twins heads.

“Good, cause I ain't got time for your ego or bull shit. We do this right or not at all, understood?” You question him, and he gives you a nod. “I'm not waiting for you to have an epiphany moment. I've waited too damn long as it is. I want a proposal and a ring, and an actual wedding, real soon! This is a package deal Lance, and it better-”  

You stopped the second Lance pulled out the ring box. “Oh, this was all I had to do to get you to stop talking. All these years and this is all it takes. Guess I should have done this sooner!” You knew he was joking, but oh my god...Lance Tucker was officially taking himself off the market!

He opens the box and there before you, is the most beautiful gold ring you'd ever seen, diamonds sparkling like the night sky.

“Just-yes-now!” He didn't even have to ask, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. Lance hurriedly placed the ring on your finger and leans in for a tender kiss.  

“Merry early Christmas, and happy birthday to our beautiful babies!” Lance wraps you up in a hug, careful not to squish the twins.

“Merry Christmas, Lance. This is the most perfect gift I could have ever asked for. Thank you.” You melted into his embrace.

Lance takes his son from your arms and sits down on the bed with you. “Thank you, Y/N. None of this would have been possible if you hadn't walked into my life. I'll never be able to show you just how much you mean to me. I love you and them, so fucking much and this is only the beginning of our story. There's so much more to come.” You know he sounds ridiculously corny, but you'll take it nonetheless.

Sitting on the bed, you could feel sleep approaching fast, but you could help but look back in your life. Three years ago, you answered a job ad, having no idea you'd be working for Lance Tucker. So much has happened in those years, and many times you had wanted to walk away from his fuckery in hopes of finding something less stressful. But sitting here now, you knew everything you endured was well worth it.  

You finally had the man you had been in love with for years, and the two of you had created the most beautifully, perfect babies. This time there would be a wedding, and you'd celebrate this new beginning with Lance’s mother and brothers, inviting them to all share in your happiness.  

This new chapter in your life was filled with so much hope and promise, and even though there were going to be a few kinks in the road ahead, it would all be worth it.

“I love you, Lance.” You let out, right before you closed your eyes and went to sleep, exhausted from delivering your twins.

It only took three years, but you think you finally figured it out. The only thing Lance had ever really wanted from you…was you, all along.