#i managed to ask one nurse if we could hug (she said yes and it was very nice)

[salamancers]

guess whos just had surgeryyy~~~

technically it was, like, this morning, but i only now came home to my parents place after spending hours in the car so! still counts even if it took around 13 hours from after the surgery was done until i came home heh

i have four brand new holes in my stomach and one less internal organ and for some reason i feel like this is something to *brag about* lmao

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve knew how to stitch, and he knew how to sew. They were all skills his grandparents had taught him. His paternal grandfather, the doctor, his maternal grandmother, the seamstress. Eddie was currently lying in the hospital, moping about his scars. He was no longer wanted for murder but he was still in pain and scarred for life. Steve wanted to cheer him up, so he got him a teddy bear, but it needed something else. He decided to look for clothes for the bear, and he ended up in the children's section where he found a denim jacket along with a white shirt. He managed to find something to use as devil horns. When he got home, he got to work stitching the horns onto the bear and cut the sleeves off of the jacket.

The next day, his last day off, he went straight to the hospital carrying the bear. Shit, should he have gotten him flowers? Do guys get flowers for other guys? Steve spotted one of Eddie's nurses, the one who always gave Eddie the stink eye and talked nasty about him when she thought he was asleep. She was gushing about the flowers her boyfriend had just gotten for her. Steve waited until she left with her friend. He swooped in and took a flower from the bouquet, hiding it behind his back before hurrying off to Eddie's room. He was alone watching Scooby-Doo and singing along with the theme song.

"You know we got a mystery to solve, so, Scooby Doo, be ready for your act. Don't hold back and, Scooby Doo, if you come through, you're gonna have yourself a Scooby Snack. That's a fact," Eddie sang loudly and purposely off key, grinning excitedly at the screen.

Steve grinned fondly from the door. Dear god, this man was cute.

"Hey, Eddie," Steve greeted.

"Stevie!" Eddie exclaimed. "Whatcha got there?"

"It's Teddy Munson!" Steve said, whipping out the bear.

Eddie gasped, making grabby hands for the bear. Steve handed it over.

"Where the hell did you find this?" Eddie asked.

"I found the bear, but I added the other stuff. I cut up a baby's jacket and stitched on the devil horns," Steve shrugged.

"You made this. . .for me?" Eddie asked softly, his eyes wide as he clutched the bear to his chest. "Why?"

"Because you've been kind of mopey being stuck in here, and I thought you could use some cheering up. And I . . . I like you," Steve said.

"You like me?"

"Yes."

"You like me?"

"Yes!" Steve exclaimed and presented the flower to him.

"That tells me nothing!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I stole it from the nurse that's been giving you a hard a hard time," Steve said.

"You stole this from the Mistress of Evil?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Oh, you like like me!"

"Yes!" Steve blushed.

"Come here!" Eddie demanded.

"Why?"

"So I can eat your face," Eddie replied.

Steve laughed but let Eddie pull him in for a kiss. Steve pulled away and leaned his forehead against his.

"You are so cute," Steve said.

"Not as cute as you. Do you want to watch Scooby-Doo with me?" Eddie asked and pulled back the covers.

"I'm not sure I can fit," Steve said.

"I think you can, big boy," Eddie replied.

Steve snorted before gently crawling into bed beside Eddie, who carefully settled against him. Eddie hugged the bear tightly against his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't think to look for pins for his vest," Steve replied.

"Baby, you made me a bear with horns. It's more than perfect. Besides, I've got the perfect pins for our little guy," Eddie cooed.

It wasn't long before Eddie was nodding off in Steve's arms, and before long, Steve was asleep as well with the bear nestled between them.

[russellsppttemplates]

Your mummy is my hero (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N continue their journey into parenthood

Note: english is not my first language. Like the last pieces, this piece is written from experiences I know and not from such a scientific point of view, so it is probable that there are some mistakes as I'm not a doctor. Still, I've tried to treat this as respectfully as possible as this is very close to my heart.

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Tw: mentions endometriosis, fertility issues and treatments and associated topics (needles, blood), pregnancy, baby feeding

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"Hey, darling", Lance greeted, setting the wooden spoon on the counter and wiping his hands on the towell by the cabinets, "how was your day?", he walked up to you, placing his hands on your waist as pulling you to him close enough so he could kiss you, "it was good, but I'm really tired, like, really really tired", you hummed before blushing at your own admission.

Lately, the smallest efforts, both physical and cognitive, were leaving you with a tiredness you couldn't recognise. Pairing that with the fact that Lance had been extra doting on you since the transfer, which meant cosy nights in his chest always available for you to lay on, there hadn't been a night in the last week where you hadn't been in bed by the time the news finished on the TV.

"And you managed to eat lunch?", he asked, walking back to the stove so he could finish plating up the food he just cooked, "yes, it was fine. I think this whole eating and going to bed routine, as lovely as it is, is not agreeing with my stomach", you shrugged.

Approaching him so it would be your turn to hug him, you positioned yourself so you could get close enough to his neck, kissing the thin skin there and whispering in his ear, "am I crazy if I think this means our little bun is making themselves warm and cosy in my uterus?".

"I think it's okay, because I'm hopeful, too", he whispered back, smiling as he kissed your cheek, "tomorrow we will know for sure", Lance offered, "until then, I have one of your favourite dishes and some cuddles that hopefully won't turn your tummy upside down", he smiled, holding your plate out so you could bring it to the table and you could both eat dinner.

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"Dr. Marlin will call you shortly", one of the nurses informed as she escorted you out the the room she had taken your blood in, smiling warmly at Lance.

"Everything okay?", your husband asked, "yes, at this point, I don't even mind it", you reassured him, holding his hand in yours, "whatever happens today, we'll get through it, okay?", he whispered. Even though he cried happy tears when you had the transfer, he had gotten back to be the strong person in the process. He was the one caring for you and making sure you were both standing with your feet on the ground, regulating any emotions and allowing you to breakdown every time you needed to, never failing to bring the smile back to your face.

"I have your results back", Dr. Marlin said once you had sat down and had small talk, "congratulations, Y/N! You're pregnant", she announced.

Lance was quick to pull you to his side, hugging you as best as he could and kissing the side of your head as you cried, "I'm sorry, but these good news are also a lot to take in", you chuckled, wiping the tears with your thumbs before looking at Dr. Marlin, sensing she wanted to carry on.

"It's okay to feel like this, it's completely normal", she offered, "while this is still early, so we have to be careful, your levels looks really good", she pointed the screen so you could see your results and the interval they have to be for successful procedures, "everything is looking good, your HCG levels are very good even. You already know the risks and what you should keep an eye out for, but so far, we are headed in the right direction, congratulations!".

After prescribing you prenatal vitamins and booking the next appointment, Dr. Marlin sent you both on your way to enjoy the rest of the afternoon, "I love you", Lance said once you sat in the passengers seat, kissing your lips passionately, "I love you, too, handsome, so much", you smiled, cupping his cheek softly and rubbing the skin with your thumb quickly before he moved so he could close the door.

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"And then I was like 'wait, I've learnt how to do this in a better way!', so I gathered the things I needed and so far, it's going along well", you said as you walked around the bedroom, grabbing your underwear from the drawer and putting it on, untying your robe's belt as you walked to the head of the bed so you could grab and put your pyjamas on, "and what about you?", you asked your husband, "did they change the shape on the front wing?", you asked, taking off the robe completely.

"Yes, they ran some tests and it looks promising, and I also d- woah", he gasped, adjusting his position onto the bed, "it wasn't there last night", he whispered, rolling on the bed so he could approach you, his head in line with your midsection.

"What wasn't th- oh", you noticed, too. The swell under your boobs was prominent. Not like whenever you had a little bit too much of your mother's cooking or whenever your period left you feeling heavier, but rather like a baby bump.

"It still feels surreal", you whispered, pulling your shorts all the way up so they sat lowly on your hips and sitting on the bed next to Lance, his hand going straight to caress your skin while you pulled the thin material on to rest just under your boobs, "our little one is growing, made themselves cosy and warm inside mummy? You're very clever already", he spoke to the bump as his hands continued their ministrations on your skin, pressing his lips above your belly button and leaving small kisses there, "you still have a long way to grow, but mummy and daddy are here so excited to meet you, love".

.

"She's growing my baby, and I don't mean this to sound so animalistic - maybe it's that instinct though -, but she's growing our baby that we made together and she's the best, she's taking everything like a champion. I know that there are hard days, but she's still doing it 24/7", Lance said.

"Well, it's not something you can tag out or have a break", Chloe retorted despite knowing where her younger brother was getting at.

"I know, but- she's been through a lot, we've been through a lot, and we're finally so close to meeting our daughter", he admitted.

You didn't want to make a big fuss around it, but you insisted on gathering both families for a dinner to celebrate your baby and to spend some time together before your routines changed. You and Lance spoke to a caterer who delivered the food at your place while Chloe, Scotty and your husband set the big table while you played with your nephew, the little boy forever entertained with your games and occasionally kissing your clothed bump like he had seen his uncle do so many times.

When Chloe brought the small box with balloons, her smile was beaming, "open it, open it! I'm very proud of myself for not taking a peak, but please, open it!", your sister in law beamed, clapping her hands as the rest of the family members waited expectantly for you and Lance to rip the tape and lift the lid of the box.

When you did so and it revealed lavender coloured balloons with silver writing announcing "it's a girl!", everyone cheered and clapped, Lance hugging you as one hand travelled to your bump whole the other pulled your closer, "ready to be a girl dad?", you teased, kissing his chin, "I was born ready for this, my love".

Knowing you were carrying his little girl made Lance even more attentive to you, if that was possible, and it brought out an even softer side of him. He tried to be there for all the appointments he could, had organised a list with you so you could both have input in what you'd need to buy for your baby girl, and anytime he saw something he liked and thought "she absolutely needs to have this", he would bring it home along with your favourite dessert in a take out bag.

"I'm back", you announced as you walked back into the living room, "hopefully she'll let me sit for longer than an hour and not use my bladder like a dance floor", you chuckled, seeing Lance open his arms so you could sit next to him as he hugged you sideways.

"Have you thought about names? I remember me and Scotty went back and forth with so many names until we found the one that felt right", Chloe questioned.

"We have a list with a couple of them", you began, "and we're set on one, Addalynn. It's a strong name, we can do Addy for a short nickname", you explained, rubbing your bump as you felt her kick, "and she seems to like it, too! She always wiggles harder whenever we say it!".

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The rumble in the corridor was practically unheard inside your hospital room as Lance exited the bathroom after washing his hands, looking over to you and seeing your sleeping figure. The labour had, as expected, taken a lot of energy from you, so after the medical team made sure you were in good health and after you fed your babygirl, they urged you to rest for a little bit, reassuring you that they'd be around if anything happened.

"Hey, little love", Lance cooed, noticing his daughter give a little scrunch in her bassinet and prompting him to take her out and hold her against his chest, "what a delicious scrunch you've got there, hm?", he complimented as he grabbed a blanket, sitting down and covering her back with the blanket after making sure she was in a good position, "Mummy is resting now, you gave her a hard time to come out here, did you know that?"

"Mummy and I have dreamed of this day for a really long time, and you've made our dreams come true", he cooed, softly touching Addalynn's soft chubby cheeks, "mummy put her body through a lot so we could be a family, and that's why she's my hero", he noted as she made a small noise, meaningless to the conversation and yet Lance felt like she was reacting to what he said.

"I know, right? She's sleeping now, but you probably fell in love with her the minute you were put on her chest, like we did with you. Mummy is kind, selfless and resilient. Sometimes she's stubborn, too", he chuckled, "but that means she loves extra hard, too, and that we just need to keep an eye out when she's taking too much of a burden so we can share it. You and I are going to be a team for that, okay? Always keeping an eye out for mummy", he smiled, kissing her forehead, "your mummy is my hero, and from now on, you are both my priorities", he promised, the sigh from his daughter's lips as she opened and closed her mouth, "are you hungry? Mummy is asleep, isn't- Oh, she isn't, hm?".

You chuckled, rubbing your eyes as you smiled tiredly, "were you two having a chat? Without me?", you feigned offense as you watched your husband get up so he could place your daughter on your chest, "let's have some food, hm? Such a gorgeous girl, you are, and maybe me and you can also have a chat about daddy. I'm sure you've figured it out already", you added as you lowered your top, "but he's the best daddy ever".

[littleskeletonprincessss]

There's been an accident - Swaggersouls x Reader

This a part 2 of a generic blurb I wrote.

"Bye- I love you" Swagger hung up the phone before putting it on the counter in front of him. He rested his head in his hands, foot anxiously bouncing on the barstool he has on just...waiting. His mind played their fight back on repeat. All the nasty things he'd said. Things they'd both said. And the part the hurt the most to watch was watching Y/N walk out. Watching her leave him.

Swagger wasn't one to be religious but he prayed to whoever was listening, whether it was some deity or even just the universe, that she'd come back to him. He couldn't think about life without her, she was his entire world.

His phone vibrating with a call startled him before looking down to see an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Eric Matthews?" A male voice asked.

"Yeah, um, yes that's me." Swaggers mind wandered, wondering who would be calling him by his real name.

"Mr. Matthews my name is Dr. Hilton from Marcella Community Hospital. You were listed as an Emergency Contact for a Y/N L/N?"

Cold washed over Swaggers entire body, his heart dropping in his chest and his voice becoming tight.

"She's my girlfriend. Is- What happened?" me managed to stutter.

"Unfortunately i'm not able to discuss too much over the phone but please come as soon as possible."

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Swagger didn't remember anything about the drive to the hospital and honestly couldn't deny if he ran any red lights. After hanging up with the doctor his only focus was getting to her. His mind raced- what could have happened? This was all his fault. If they hadn't fought she wouldn't have left and she'd be safe at home, snuggling with him on the couch with Bear and Bean.

His footsteps felt heavy and the entrance to the front desk seemed to go on forever, the end always moving farther away.

"Hi, my name is Eric. I- I received a call? About my girlfriend, Y/N? I- I don't know- Sorry, I don't know where i'm supposed to go or who i'm supposed to go to-". Swagger rambled.

The receptionists face fell, sadness taking over her pretty features, darkening them.

"Yes, sir. Please have a seat." She said before picking up the phone next to her.

Swagger migrated to the waiting area, but was too stressed and worried to sit. He paced, chewing at his fingernails - a bad habit Y/N had helped him get over. Dark thoughts tried fogging his brain and it was everything he could do to ignore them.

"Mr. Matthews?"

Swagger looked up at the Doctor who'd called his name.

"I'm Dr. Hilton, we spoke on the phone." He said, holding out his hand.

"Please, what happened?" Swagger pleaded, taking his hand.

"There's been an accident. A head on collision."

Swaggers heart stopped. The sound around him faded until the silence screamed in his ears. He couldn't breathe. He felt tears form, hot and clouding his vision, it hurt to swallow.

"Is- I mean- she's- she can't-" he tried saying every thought at once.

Dr. Hilton helped Swagger sit.

"She's alive. Broken arm, a few broken ribs and a concussion, along with a few bruises and cuts. Someone was looking out for her."

Swagger took the deepest breath he'd ever taken.

"Can I see her?"

"Not yet. She's in surgery right now for the broken ribs, one of the nicked her lung so she was taken back immediately. I'll have someone come get you when she's in recovery."

Swagger stood up and hugged the Doctor. Later he'd be embarrassed. Right now though the relief that he felt-he didn't care. Even if she was mad at him when she woke up, she was alive. She'd be okay.

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Hours passed by. And Swagger couldn't do anything but wait and respond to the occasional text he received asking for status updates after he'd updated your friends.

"Y/N L/N?" A nurse finally called your name.

Swagger stood up- almost too quickly, he made himself light headed.

"Please follow me." The nurse said.

Swagger followed the nurse down corridors past rooms full of patients and families before stopping at your room.

His heart broke a little. You looked so fragile, a cast around your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. A bruise puffed up around your eye. IV's delivered a clear fluid through your body while oxygen was wrapped around your ears and into your nose.

"She'll be sleeping for a bit. But you're welcome to wait here until she wakes up." The nurse said before shutting your door, locking away the noises from the hallway and giving you privacy.

Swagger took the chair next to your bed and angled it to hold your hand while he looked at you. Stroking your cheek with his thumb he leaned down and kissed your hand before lying his forehead on the bed next to you, the exhaustion from worry and stress taking over his body now that you were here next to him, safe. He wouldn't sleep, but his body needed to rest.

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"Mmm." your low groan caught Swaggers attention.

Snapping his head up he saw your eyes begin to blink open.

"Hey, hey, shh." He stood, not wanting you push yourself too hard. He started stroking your cheek again, giving you a sense of comfort.

"Swagger?" You croaked out.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What happened?" you tried clearing your throat.

Swagger reached over to pour you a little bit of water before helping you to sit up to drink it.

"They told me you had a head on collision. Sounds like a pretty bad accident" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sipped the cold water feeling it run down your throat, soothing the burning feeling.

"I'm sorry I left." You whispered.

"Hey, don't worry about that right now. That's not important. What's important is you're okay. Alright?"

"I got your voicemail."

Swagger paused.

"I meant everything." He said, looking you in the eyes.

"I know. I was going to turn around. And then-" you trailed off.

"You were?" Swagger looked like he wanted to cry. 'I was going to turn around.' He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss before hiding his face with it.

"I thought- I just thought you'd be gone forever. And then I got the call and thought you'd really be gone.

"Swagger, please just hold me?"

He didn't need another word before scotting next to you and pulling you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest chasing the comfort you both needed.

"I love you." You whispered, feeling sleep take over.

"I love you."

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Little Lady Masterlist

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jackhughes you've been by my side since before we were born (i guess it's a twin thing) and i don't think i would have ever wanted it another way. when we were little and i'd have a nightmare, you'd crawl over from your bed into mine and give me the biggest hug you could muster to calm me down. when i would get a hurt, you'd pull out your little first aid kit, unicorn bandaids and all, and patch me up before mom ever got the chance. i guess it makes sense why you are graduating from nursing school today, read to help others like you did me. i could not be more proud of you mags ❤️

maggie.hughes jack i could not have asked for a better twin ❤️

jackhughes i know, i'm pretty great maggie.hughes i retract my previous statement.

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_quinnhughes i'm going to be honest, i really only wanted a little brother. but the minute you were born, even at a year and a half i knew i would be looking out for you for the rest of your life. and i could not be more proud of the life i have watched, and I can't be more proud of you today as i watched you walk across that stage and get pinned as a nurse. you're an amazing kid and i'm so glad i didn't only get a brother

jackhughes uh, should i be offended?

_quinnhughes not unless you want to be.

maggie.hughes thank you for always being my best friend and giving the best hugs Q ❤️

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lhughes06 you have looked after me since you were 3. when you left for college, i cried for a week. i mean, new jersey was so far away (so is california, by the way). but you were still attending ever game you could, and texting me daily for life updates. so even though you are going away again (i hate you trevorzegras), please keep looking after me. i'll miss you.

maggie.hughes oh lukey, i'll miss you too kiddo

maggie.hughes but i'll be back to visit and you can always come to anaheim! trevorzegras to be discussed maggie.hughes trevor. trevorzegras see you in anaheim lhughes06!

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elhughes we both know i love the boys, but the moment i found out i was going to have a little girl i cried, and i cried, and i cried. you have been my closest friend since you were born, and the biggest help in managing four boys (yes, i'm including your father in that count). your talent, empathy, and joy light up every room you enter and i could not be prouder of everything you're doing with your life. i love you baby❤️ (this is a photo of maggie and baby luke, way back when)

maggie.hughes i learned everything i am from you momma ❤️ love you back!

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trevorzegras i have loved you since we were eighteen. now, i know we met a few years before that, but i knew i wanted to be with you forever when you got comfortable enough with me to ramble about books for 45 minutes. jack had warned me not to get you started, that you would never stop, and you always were shy about how much you read. but one night you just couldn't stop reading this book, and everyone else had already gone to bed so you turned to me and said "can i tell you about my book?" and i wanted listen to jack, but you were so shy, and looked so hopeful. so i said yes, and i couldn't be happier that i had. your nerdy rambling is one of my favorite things about you.

i love everything about you and i couldn't be happier to be able to watch you follow your dreams.

_quinnhughes you made her cry. and if it wasn't because of how much she loves you i'd kick your ass trevorzegras uh thank you?

maggie.hughes i love you to the moon and back trevorzegras i love you to saturn and back

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maggie.hughes they tell you that time flies when you're having fun, and they're not wrong. the thing is, it also flies when you're looking forward to what comes next. no matter why it flew, it did, and i have loved my time as a nursing student, sports medicine nursing assistant for the njdevils, and living down the road from my brother(s) more than anything.

and a moment of appreciation to my boy. since the season ended for the ducks, he has been on load to me from jamiedrysdale (thank you jimmy) and keeping an eye on me during finals and graduation. making sure i'm eating (while teaching himself to cook), making sure i was going to bed at a good hour, and helping me study. i love you Z with my entire heart, and i can't wait to live with you (and you jamie)

trevorzegras i love you more than i do jack lhughes06 oh wow, that's basically a proposal jackhughes Z, how dare you! i thought we were forever! maggie.hughes ... i love you too?

nicohischier beyond proud of you kid! may just have to fly out to anaheim for our movie nights from now on!

jamiedrysdale you can have him any time! it's been so quiet around here! (also, congrats! can't wait for you to officially join apartment movie nights!)

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Theo stopped as he saw Rebekah. Melissa glanced at him and hurried to talk to the nurse heading into your room while Lydia and Malia stood awkwardly behind Theo. he hurried over to Rebekah who blinked tearfully as if she was in shock.

“I… I don’t understand. That giant beast. We killed it. Then. She was on her way home and…” Rebekah let out a sob and covered her mouth. Theo hugged her tightly while Lyda hurried to gather Rebekah’s things. It was obvious she’d been there for a while. “Maybe you need a break.” Lydia offered. Theo nodded slowly. “I’ll stay.” Was all he could get out. She let out a shaky sigh and eyed Lydia before nodding. “I’ll stay too. In case anything happens.” Malia said when there was an awkward silence. Rebekah hurried out while Lydia followed. She gave Malia a gesture that she intended to say, comfort Theo but judging from the look on Malia’s face as Lydia got into the lift, she hadn’t understood. Rebekah got off the lift and before Lydia could step out she was gone. Something wasn’t sitting right with her and she stopped, looking around. Rebekah continued out of the car park, running as fast as she could back to where the fight was earlier in the evening. Elijah and Klaus were already finishing up. They had managed to disguise most of what happened as wild animals. “Rebekah?” Elijah said as he spotted her. “You need to go to the hospital.” She said to Klaus, ignoring Elijah who watched carefully. “Why?” Klaus asked and she sighed slowly, glancing at Elijah who realised what she was going to ask. Before he could remind her that you didn’t want it she spoke, firmly. “I need you to turn (Y/N). I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” Rebekah said. Elijah moved closer but she turned on him, fangs bared. Klaus paused for a moment and watched them both before vanishing into the night. “You know…” Elijah started. “I know exactly what any of us would do for someone that we love.” She said forcefully. Elijah watched her carefully and realised that she would do whatever it took to keep him from interfering and sighed. He wouldn’t be able to stop this. But he could certainly prepare for your transition and make it more comfortable.

Klaus entered the car park beneath the hospital. He could smell the banshee and hear her calling for Rebekah. He almost made it to the top of the stairwell onto your floor when he came across Theo. he was waiting. “Rebekah…” Klaus started, his attitude cold and annoyed. He could make many wrongs right by doing this for her. He didn’t want to live with her through the heartbreak losing you would bring either. “Rebekah knows (Y/N) doesn’t want this… that isn’t why I’m here.” Theo said slowly. Klaus sighed and looked him up and down before nodding slowly, waiting for an explanation. “I need you to turn me too.” Klaus stared at Theo for a few moments before moving forwards. He didn’t flinch at all when Klaus was suddenly so close his body tingled. The kind of tingle you got when a predator was too close for comfort. He held his ground. “You’re sure you want that?” Klaus asked curiously. “Yes. This is the last time I’m not going to be able to protect (Y/N).” Theo said firmly. Klaus tilted his head in amusement. There was no way Theo could have done anything at all. No one could have. Shy of perhaps the Bennett witch and she would have had to know the car crash was going to happen. “If I turn her too… she won't need you to protect her.” Klaus said coldly. Theo stayed frozen to the spot, firm, unmoving and blocking the door he needed to sneak past the banshee and her ever-present coyote. “Fine.” growled out. Perhaps having the boy sired to him would be useful Klaus thought to himself as he bit his wrist and held it out. Klaus left his limp body in the stairwell and continued forward. He could hear the banshee finding him and calling for help. Slipping into your room he could smell his sister. She had been with you since the accident. He smiled at the nurse. She always made him nervous and he could never remember her name. “Melissa.” She said as if she could hear his thoughts. He nodded firmly and glanced out of the door. “There’s some commotion out there. Something about Theo. He’s probably having one of his angry fits.” Klaus said quickly. He was surprised by how worried the woman looked before she got up and left, rushing to see what was wrong. It was all far too easy to get to you. Though if Rebekah had been against him turning you he had no doubt it would take a great deal more work on his part. The rest was easy. A few drops of blood past your lips and a careful eye on the machines that beeped around you. Once he was sure the blood was doing its work, he simply unplugged the machine. As soon as he did he felt something change. A few minutes later a red blur of anger rushed into the room as the banshee hurled herself at him. Klaus fled and decided it would be best to hide out until the group had settled down. “Rebekah shouldn’t have asked you.” Elijah said. He was waiting outside of the hospital, leaning against his car. “You could have intervened.” Klaus pointed out. Elijah sighed and looked up at the room he was listening to. They were hurrying to try and save you. It was far too late for you… or Theo. “Where is our dear sister?” Klaus asked as they got in the car. “With your daughter so she had an alibi.” Elijah answered firmly. Klaus chuckled, sitting back in his seat as he shook his head. “Of course. I am to take the blame for all this.” Klaus answered firmly. “You put (Y/N) in danger in the first place. You called, had her drive wherever she was going. For all I know you were in the car that hit her. Besides, You deserve to take the blame for something.” Elijah glanced at Klaus who couldn’t quite tell if his brother was joking so stayed silent. The wolves wouldn’t be happy. But he had done what Rebekah and Theo asked.

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[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Eleven FINAL

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can’t risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10

I could hear everything, but I was unable to open my eyes. I remember screaming, pain, Neymar's cries, my mom's cries, I could even hear the doctors saying I won't be able to make it. I gather all my strength to open my eyes. I was in a hospital bed and It was dark. The only light was coming from two small lamps on the table in front of me. I felt a hand on top of mine, it was warm. I looked down to see Neymar laying his head next to my hand, holding it loose, indicating he was asleep. I suddenly remembered why I'm here. "MY BABY!" Neymar jumped up and looked at me. He held my arms down while I was trying to get out of bed, panicking. "Y/N, It's okay. Calm down, meu amor. Hey-" "NEY, WHERE IS MY BABY? WHY ISN'T SHE HERE?" I kept yelling and began crying. I was in tremendous pain, but my mother instincts were kicking in, making me forget about the pain. Neymar cupped my cheeks and sat down next to me on the hospital bed. "Bebê, she's okay. She's healthy. The nurses have her, they will bring here in shortly. Calm down, meu amor." Those words worked like an "off" button for me. My baby was okay, she made it. I smiled through the tears, hugging Neymar. He pulled out of the hug quickly to look at me. "Y/N how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" "Yes, a little. What happened, Ney? How did I end up here?" "You had some complications that obligated us to come here. The labor went okay, there's doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you or our daughter, our Y/D/N." after he said that, I felt a rush of happiness. It is finally over. We hear a knock on the door and the nurse comes in holding the most important creature in the world for us. The second she placed her on me, I felt a radiation on my chest. It's like my daughter was speaking to me, saying that everything is okay and she's safe. It felt like life finally had a meaning. Even though she was born a few hours ago, I can already tell she has Ney's features. I hold her close to my face and smell her. It's crazy how yesterday she was inside of me, and now I'm holding her. There's a knock on the door, Davi comes inside and runs towards me. Neymar's family and my family come in after him. Davi gives me a quick hug and I pat the empty spot next to me, letting him know he can sit there. "Hey, honey. This is your brother, Davi. Hii, Davi!!" "She's so little. What's her name?" Davi asks and pets YD/N's blanket wrapped around her. "Her name is Y/D/N. Do you like it, amor?" "Yes, I do. I will take care of her as a big brother." said Davi, making me and Neymar awe, Ney hugs him.

I interact with all the family members, but I kindly ask them for some quiet time, since the pain was getting worse. Neymar and Davi stayed with me in the room. The doctor came over to check on me and gave me something for the pain. I fell asleep with Ney, Davi and Y/D/N close to me. _____________________________________ "Davi, honey. Can you see from there?" "Yes, Y/N. When does the game start?" "They will come out in a couple of minutes." I was with Davi and Davi's mom and my one year old daughter Y/D/N watching Ney play for Brazil. I sat on the row behind Davi and Carolina. It was a very important game, Brazil was playing for Copa América. It was also my first time bringing our daughter to a game, so I was a bit nervous. "I can't wait for her to grow up and come to watch me play" said Neymar while rocking our baby to sleep. "Me too amor, she will be your biggest fan, after me of course"

The player got on the field, the first thing Neymar did was look for us. When he spotted us, he blew kisses and smiled at us and mouthed " eu te amo". During our conversation before the game, he seemed very nervous about this game, I prayed that this doesn't distract him. Neymar managed to score after 20 minutes. We all jumped on our feet celebrating. During his celebration, Neymar went to the nearest camera and did a heart shape with his hands and kissed his new tattoo.

"Amor, I have a surprise for you, close your eyes"

"Ney, It better not be any of your stupid pranks, don't make me scream because Y/D/N is sleeping" I said to him and followed him to the couch.

"Don't worry, amor. You'll love it, cause I do."

He helped me sit on the couch with my eyes closed and I could feel him sit next to me. He kissed my lips for a second making me jump a little and told me to open my eyes. He had a new tattoo on his arm. There was a pair of eyes, my eyes. He looked at me for my reaction. It made me smile and loved. I kissed his lips and pulled away to look at him. To stare into each other's eyes like we always do. This has to be the most meaningful tattoo. "I love it, Ney. I love you"

I blew a kiss at him and yelled 'I love you' at the top of my lungs, making Y/D/N look at me weirdly but still continue to clap, mimicking everyone's actions. The game went on, until the 120th minute. The other team had managed to score after Ney, tying the score. It all came down to penalties. This has to be the most stressful thing in Neymar's life. I'm not even the one playing and I began to sweat. I know how much this means to him. The other team missed their 5th penalty, Neymar was about to shoot the 5th one. If he scores, we win. The pressure is unreal. He approaches the ball slowly, praying. He kissed the ball before putting it on the ground. And...he scored, Brazil won. I began crying and hugging everyone. Neymar ran to his teammates and celebrated with them. Before the cup ceremony, all the family members of the players went down on the field, including us. Davi took Y/D/N from my arms and ran towards Neymar, me and Carolina followed them. Neymar picked up our daughter kissing her before kissing Davi and hugging both of them tight.

I went to see Neymar play for the first time after I gave birth. I was excited to watch him play after a long pause. Neymar scored a goal a his celebration was the biggest surprise of my life. He untied a white band from his hand, making it flat and showing it to the camera. There was a text, written in black marker saying "Will you be Mrs.Santos?"

"Congratulations, amor. I'm so proud of you" I kissed him and hugged him tightly, Carolina did the same. "Thank you, bebê. I'm so glad you're all here, everyone." "Congratulations, Ney. You did a good job" said Carolina and kissed him on the cheek. Their relationship is so good and healthy, I like that a lot. They never let Davi feel uncomfortable or sad about their situation. "Thank you, honey" said Ney and we let him go back to his teammates to receive the cup after that. During our ride home, it was just me Y/D/N and Ney in the car. Davi and his mom left with his dad. Neymar held my hand during the whole ride, kissing it and we sang at the top of our lungs. I'm so glad I accepted the job. I'm so glad I moved to France. I'm so glad I went to that party. I'm so glad I gave our relationship a second chance. Now, we are the happiest we've ever been. We have our family, our home and a very long future ahead of us. I would've never thought that we would end up here in 3 years, but I wouldn't change a single it about our journey.

I looked at him and smiled. I remembered our first interaction. Even though it's been years, It always managed to make me smile, it always will.

"Hi, I'm Neymar. Nice to meet you!" he says to me, and extends his hand.

"Hello, Neymar. I'm Y/N, the new medical team assistant. Nice to meet you too!" I say back to him and I smile. He can tell my hand is shaking from the emotions, so he gives my hand a light squeeze before he releases it.

"I guess you will be seeing this guy in your office a lot then. Aahahaha!" this other guy says, making everyone laugh and approaches me.

"Hi, I'm Kylian. Nice to meet you, do you speak French?" he shakes my hand and asks.

"Hi, Kylian. Nice to meet you too. Yes, I do." I say the last part in french.

There's one last guy left to meet me from the three of them. As he's reaching to shake my hand. Neymar says to him in a low volume "she's extremely beautiful, oh,my god." in Portuguese. He responds back to him "yes, she is." and then turns his head to me and shakes my hand.

"Hi, I'm Thiago. Nice to meet you" he says to me in a broken English. I shake his hand.

"Hi, Thiago. Nice to meet you too. You can always talk to me in Portuguese." I say back to him and smile, I look at Neymar when I say "Portuguese" because a want to see his reaction of me understanding what he said a few seconds before. He looked shocked and started turning red immediately. Thiago starts laughing and explains the thing to a curious Kylian. The all laugh together aside from Neymar who's still a bit shocked.

A tear rolled down my eye. I didn't even bother to wipe it. It was a tears of joy. Neymar looked at me at smiled, reaching to wipe my tears. I took a hold of his hand again and squeezed it tighter this time. "Ney?" "Yes, amor." "I love you with all my heart, I'm so glad you're a part of my life." "I love you, too, meu amor. I will always be by your side, no matter where, how or when. Thank you for everything you've done for me so far. I promise to always put a smile on your face, even during rainy days, just like in our vows. I will always stare into your eyes, even during my last breath. I love you"

-END-

[daughterofthereaper02]

Being phoenix’s back seater and bestie and maverick’s daughter and during training when they have to eject they’re both stressing because the reader passed out?

A/N: Yes!!! I have an issue, I love to write sick/hurt reader.... I have like two other requests I should be doing before this but I'm going to be real, I need some bestie and fatherly love lol

Title: It's Just A Little Power Nap

Pairing(s): Platonic! Phoenix x f! Mitchell! Reader, Maverick x daughter reader

Call sign: Sunshine

You were checking the systems quickly and keeping an eye out for Phoenix. "We got Maverick on our right" You warned Phoenix. It was a typical training day but today you were all going a lot harder then you normally would. Suddenly, you lost one of the engines, there must have been a single bird that no one could see. You both did everything that could be done but were forced to eject as Phoenix couldn't get control. When you did, the force managed to knock you unconscious, you had been over water so Phoenix held you until the rescue team came to get you both. She kept trying to get you to wake up but you wouldn't. "Sunshine! Open those eyes already! You need to wake up" she kept telling you. Your father was freaking out, he couldn't lose you like he lost Goose, he had no idea if everything had gone okay with the ejecting.

An hour later, Phoenix was sitting with Maverick in the waiting room, wanting to be able to see you. Both of them had their legs bouncing, Phoenix was twiddling her thumbs, and Maverick would get up to pace. They were both stressing as they didn't have any news on what was happening with you.

A doctor came around, "Captain Mitchell, Lt. Trace?" he asked, both of them rushed over "She is awake, you can see her now" he said before the two took off. You were awake and the nurse was asking questions. Your father rushed over and pulled you into a hug "Don't scare me like that again pumpkin" He whispered in your ear. You hugged him tightly "C'mon, it was just a little power nap pops" you joked as he pulled away. Natasha pulled you into a hug right after "Y/N, I am so sorry!" she said and you pulled back "Hey, none of that! There wasn't anything either of us could have done in that moment, you did what you could. I'm happy to be your WSO" you smiled and pulled her into another hug.

"So... When can I get out of here and back in the skies?" You asked excitedly, "As early as tomorrow Lt. Mitchell. I want you to rest tonight but I'll release you now if you promise to take it easy" the doctor said as they came in, "Scouts promise doc" you grinned. You heard your father mutter "You dropped out of girl scouts after a day of arts and crafts" and you scowled at him. You could see how much your best friend and dad worried about you though and you smiled, knowing you had two people who really cared for you.

[lolitystories]

Don't let me down 5 : Your destiny.

A few days later…

"Hello ?"

"Hello ? Um… Sara, it’s Dana.”

“I know, I saw your name come up.”

"...Are you ok ?"

"Yes and you ?"

“I’m fine… But…”

"...Something is wrong ?"

“It's about Miguel, it's been several days since I saw him, he's not at home, has he spent the last few days at work ? He's not answering his phone."

“I saw him at work yes, there was a big incident…”

“Oh, Spider-Man ?”

It had been a week since everyone had been talking about it, a hero appeared out of nowhere.

First of all, Sara and Miguel made people believe it was Aaron, to remove all suspicion from them.

"What is that ?"

Sara asked, looking at the horrible costume Miguel had put on.

“This is a costume I wore for Halloween.”

“Is this a fake spider-man suit ?”

“I’m not a hero, so I might as well keep going…”

“Miguel…”

He was angry, but she understood, he hadn't asked to be in this situation and she felt guilty.

“If you wanted to become Spider-Man so much, all you had to do was get this fusion…”

“...”

Miguel wanted to find a solution to get rid of his powers, but as Sara had said, there was no cure, and even if he wanted to stay in the shadows, he found himself, despite himself, in fight against the city's most dangerous criminals.

He could no longer turn a blind eye to the actions of Tyler Stone and his associates, they were a threat to the world and had to be stopped.

Wanted by the authorities and hero of minorities, he had indeed become Spider-Man.

“Yes, Mr. Stone is on edge and there is a lot of work to do…”

“I see… If you see Miguel, can you tell him that I’m worried ?”

"Of course."

“Thank you, oh, one more thing.”

“Mmm?”

“How come Lyla is at his house? She was the one who told me he wasn’t available.”

“I gave him Lyla’s code, it’s more practical for work, for the rest I don’t know.”

"...All right."

“Goodbye Dana.”

Sara hung up and bit her nails.

She was in the hospital waiting room.

If only she knew...

**

A few hours earlier...

During a clash with public security, Miguel was shot, he was in a flying car, with Sara, they managed to escape but his condition was critical.

“Shit… No, Miguel stay with me!”

“...”

"No no no no no…"

She could no longer drive.

“Lyla!”

she cried desperately.

*What should I do ?*

“Automatic driving, to the hospital, he needs to see a doctor quickly !”

*Right away.*

"I’m in pain…"

“I know Miguel, I know… We’re going to the hospital.”

“No… They’re going to hurt me… Everyone wants to hurt me and I hurt everyone.”

“...”

Sara hugged him tighter to her.

“That’s not true…I’m here Miguel.”

“No…I’m going to hurt you again…”

Again ?

“Sara… It’s dark, where are you?”

“I’m here, Miguel you need to stay awake.”

“I’m exhausted…I…I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

He closed his eyes.

“Miguel ? Miguel !”

**

Arriving at the hospital, they were greeted by a very familiar nurse.

"Mom…"

"Oh no…"

“He tried to… We were…”

Her mother rushed towards them.

“Prepare the room ! NOW !"

Other nurses arrived to take him away.

“We’ll take care of it, stay here okay?”

"Okay…"

She didn't dare say or do anything more... What could she do anyway?

**

During his long sleep, Miguel had dreamed of that night after graduation.

This night which had sealed his destiny.

“...Miguel?”

“Hi Dana, if you’re looking for Gabi he’s just…”

“No, it’s you I was looking for.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I plan to break up with him, to be with you.”

Miguel sighed.

“Dana, I already told you, this won’t work.”

"But why ?"

“Because you don’t want me for the right reasons. And me neither."

“But you like me and I like you too. I understand you, you need me and I care about you.”

“...”

“What more do you need ?”

Suddenly, Miguel's gaze was drawn to something else.

His eyes almost lit up, and Dana followed his gaze, noticing Sara.

Dana laughed nervously.

“Wait… Do you have a crush on Sara ?”

“...”

“But that won’t work. Miguel… I don’t want to see you suffer.”

“How do you know?”

“...Because she doesn’t love you.”

“...”

Dana came and placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at her.

"She's my best friend. That’s why I want to spare you this…”

“Dana I…”

“I know you are alone, that no one can fill this void in your heart, but… I love you Miguel.”

She leaned closer to kiss him.

“I love you Miguel and I only want you.”

**

"What does it matter ?"

"I'm just wondering... Why did you lie ?"

"...Because I love you, and I didn't want to lose you, you would have chosen her back then wouldn't you ?"

"...And now you're scared, because she came back... Tell me, is this what happened with Xina too?"

"...No."

"..."

"But... Now... You love me ? Don't you ?"

“Yes Dana, I love you.”

She smiled, relieved.

“But no more lies.”

“No more lies.”

She said, before kissing him.

"I'm sorry."

**

"How is he ?"

Sara asked, seeing her mother arrive.

"...He's fine, but he needs to rest."

She sighed in relief.

"You now... Are you hurt ?"

"Just a little, that’s nothing..."

"Where ?"

“My chest, but don’t worry mom it’s nothing.”

“Were you hit !?”

"No...It's...Since Miguel was hit..."

Her mother froze and looked at her more closely.

“Is this the first time this has happened ?”

"No...I think it's just stress."

Her mother had an idea in mind, and she hoped she was wrong.

“Tell me... Can you tell me how all this started ?”

**

Miguel opened his eyes, his whole body hurt.

"Where..."

He stood up suddenly.

"Slowly, your suit absorbed a lot of the attack, but you need to rest."

"You... Mrs. Parker ?"

“Good to see you again Miguel, even if I would have liked it to be in better conditions.”

"..."

She helped him lie down again.

“Don’t worry, my daughter has already told me everything, this last days must not have been easy…”

"...I'm sorry."

"I know. But it's not your fault... Part of me knew... That my husband wouldn't come back. But... I didn't want Sara to lose hope."

She turned her head to look at Sara, asleep in the chair next to the bed.

Miguel was surprised, she seemed exhausted and it was obvious she wasn't sleeping well.

“She stayed there?”

"Yes, no matter what I did, she wanted to wait for you to wake up. She's very sorry for it..."

"For what ?"

"...Since she was little, my husband and I have told her how her grandmother, and her great-grandfather, saved the world, the Avengers, the multiverse... I think. .. That we put a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She was born without powers, her father could still hang on the walls... But she complemented her talents with her knowledge, she wanted to help and was afraid to be useless."

"..."

“Her grandmother died in front of her eyes, to protect her. Believe it or not, but at the time she hated heroes, because they stole her family and the chance to have a normal life. But when my mother-in-law risked her life to protect her, she understood that there was more important."

“More important than what ?”

“Thinking about yourself... The fact that you find yourself with this gift...”

“You call that a gift ?”

"...It all depends on how you use it. In the eyes of some, you will be a monster, like most men in the end. Monsters only exist because of fear. The fear of the unknown. A monster is not born from a simple appearance... We judge a man by his actions. Because even the devil is capable of the most beautiful words."

She took his hand, and despite the claws, he didn't hurt her.

"It's a part of you now. And you won't be able to accept others, to feel love towards those close to you, until you accept yourself."

“I don’t want to hurt them.”

She smiled sadly at him.

“The only person you’re hurting right now is you.”

"..."

“Rest and don’t worry, your secret identity will be well guarded here.”

**

Thanks to his new powers, Miguel healed quickly, he was able to leave the next day. As he was leaving the building, he met a young boy, who was holding a Spider-Man stuffed animal in his hands.

"He's a patient of my mother... He..."

Sara began.

"Yes, I remember... The vulture was going to crash a car into him..."

"..."

They then left, after thanking her mother.

“Lyla…”

*Yes Ms. Parker?*

"Miguel's spider... It's the spider, from which our family gets its powers..."

*Yes, they know that.*

"..."

*Should I tell them something?*

"No... Take care of them."

*That’s already what I do !”

Sara's mother watched them leave with a heavy heart.

Now they were linked by destiny.

**

"Okay, I... I'll let you rest."

“Wait Sarah…”

"..."

"It's not your fault."

"..."

"It's not your fault that... I became like this."

She looked away.

“It’s not your fault that…”

"I know..."

Her voice sounded exhausted, she hadn't slept in a while.

"Do you want to come in ?"

She looked at the building nervously.

"You need some rest."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and she sighed, a few tears were about to fall, but she held them back, as they entered.

She insisted to take the sofa and it was only once she was lying down that she realized how exhausted she was.

“Are you sure you don’t want the bed ?”

She shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.

It was dark in the room, since his eyes couldn't stand normal light anymore, but she didn't mind, at least he couldn't see her tears.

Miguel was sitting at the foot of the sofa, he held out his hand towards the one she had dropped.

“Miguel…”

"Yes ?"

"...I have to go...To my father's grave."

"..."

"I... My mother already..."

"Don't worry. I'll come with you."

"...Thanks."

They remained in silence like before, it wasn't unpleasant, it would take time, but... Little by little, things would end up getting better.

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[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 32

Hayffie Post-mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M Chapter 32 Your hand slipped into mine ”Haymitch? Haymitch? Haymitch?” Her voice reached through his troubled dreams. Haymitch grunted, breathing in the sweet smell of her soap. A lock of hair tickled his neck when she dropped a kiss to his cheek. “Haymitch, wake up.” Still in the No man’s land between sleep and waking he brushed his fingers against the mattress through the rails of the crib but the little hand he’d been holding, Amy’s or Ian’s, wasn’t there and he scooted up, alarmed. ”It’s OK,” Effie was quick to reassure him. “I have them here.” He looked behind her and saw the child safety seats on the floor. The twins, all dressed up, lay inside, sucking contently on their pacifiers. He collapsed back down on the couch, face in the pillow, arms buried underneath it. “No, no, no,” said Effie with a smile. “Don’t go back to sleep.” She was all dolled up in a dress he hadn’t seen before. Since the pregnancy she still had a few pounds to spare – pounds that only flattered her, Haymitch could have said – so most of her old dresses didn’t fit just yet. Either way, ever since they came home from the hospital she wore mostly sweatpants and some of his less shabby shirts anyway. But this one, olive green with a sweetheart neckline that tied into a bow at her bosom and silver patterns on the skirt, hugged her curves in a fucking spectacular way. He peered at her through tousles of dirty blonde hair. “Someplace you need to be?” “Yes,” said Effie. “We do.” “Appointment?” “Only with the outside world.” Haymitch grunted and turned his face to the back of the couch as if she’d tried to give him a spoonful of medicine. “Hell no. They’re only three weeks old, Eff.” “Yes, and we’ve hardly set a foot outside the door since we brought them home. It’s a gorgeous day! A little sunshine will do us all some good.”

“Nope.” The couch dipped when she sat down. She gave his shoulder a soft squeeze. “Haymitch. No one is going to hurt them. And we can’t stay cooped up in here forever.” “I can.” He could almost hear her smile. “How’re you even gonna breastfeed in that thing?” “Why, it’s a maternity dress of course. I’ll just inch it down on one side. Piece of cake, as you would say.” Haymitch rolled his eyes. “Leave it to the Capitol to make cocktail dresses for nursing.” “Get up now,” she said and clapped his shoulder. “I know a place I think they will like.” xXx It was earlier than he thought. You could tell just by the lack of people up and about. He’d always preferred mornings. Especially here. Especially now. They were breathers for outcasts like them. The cab rolled up to the golden gates of a place that read “The Fountains of Youth” in arched letters above the entrance. A park by the look of it, though very different from Cupid’s Garden. “You alright?” Effie asked when he winced, lifting Ian out of the car. “Yeah,” he said and set down his heavy load. He rubbed the small of his back and arched backwards with a painful grunt. “I can take both of them,” she said but he waved off her concerns. “I’ll manage.” He lifted Ian up and together they followed the white brick road into this peculiar-looking park under a clear, blue sky. There were hardly any trees and unlike the ones in Cupid’s Garden these were leaf-less with trunks and branches the color of fresh milk. Like ghost trees on a cemetery. Of course, in a cemetery the trees weren’t adorned with wind chimes and shards of mirror glass, reflecting the morning light. The tinkles moved with the wind, reminding him of stolen moments on the Training Center roof. Intermingled with the sound of running water it was a quiet place, oddly enough. Something you didn’t get a lot of around here. He’d seen fountains before but none so magnificent. Water trickled and poured and splashed from a dozen different sources. Through dragon mouths and gargoyles and horses with wings. Jets of water shot for the sky or showered stockily-built stone men, curvy women and chubby children with flowers in their hair. The white brick road turned left and right, curled and met up like a labyrinth with no hedges. There were even topiary animals. Bunnies and panthers and elephants. Even giraffes. “Very popular among children,” Effie smiled. They’d walked for less than ten minutes before Haymitch set Ian down again. “OK, time-out.” He heaved a sigh, hands on his knees. “That bloody couch.” “Language.” Haymitch threw her a surly glance. “Since when’s ‘bloody’ a bad word?” Ian had spitted out his pacifier. Haymitch crouched before him and touched his cheek. “How you doin’ kid?” Ian yawned and smacked his lips. He placed his hand against his mouth and out, like blowing a kiss. “He wants you, Eff.” They found a bench in the shade. He helped her with the gold-threaded shawl as she settled Ian to her breast, without anything showing. “There you go, my precious darling,” she said and kissed the baby’s hand, clasped in hers. “My sweet boy. Mama’s jewel.” A smile quirked Haymitch’s lips. Effie never ran out of pet names for their children. He didn’t know anyone who loved as hard as Effie did. To hear her tell it there wasn’t anything like them in the history of the world. Amy whined and arched backwards in the child safety seat, as if jealous by her mother’s words. Haymitch peeked inside just as the pacifier dropped from her mouth. “Go to sleep, sleepy-head.” Amy squeaked in protest. Usually after a feeding she fell into a slumber but now she wriggled like a worm in hot ashes, not happy at all about being belted down. “Alright. Come here, little ‘un.” He clicked her loose and carefully lifted her out. She fussed and flailed about, determined to stay up, but he rested her against the side of his chest, head on his shoulder. “I know you’re tired. You know you’re tired. Stop resisting, sweetheart.” He dropped a butterfly kiss to her head, her temple and then back again; careful so as not to scratch the soft, tender skin. It didn’t take long before she settled in, doing nothing but quietly nibble on Haymitch’s shirt. He rocked her the way she liked it. She weighed like nothing. None of them did. With one last kiss, for now anyway, he helped her back into the child safety seat. Her eyelids fluttered open, suspiciously, but then they fell together and she was out, like a rock. Wouldn’t last very long but he took what he could get. He stretched back, arms out. Arched his head to the sides and spotted the red umbrellas of a street cart, further up the road. He couldn’t quite tell what kind, not from this distance but his money would be on pastries. “You want something, Eff?” She looked to where he nodded and her face brightened. “Yes! A Snoball, if they have any.” He rose. He hated coconut. Not the taste. Consistency. It was yet another thing he and Effie couldn’t agree on. “What can I get you, sir?” said the man behind the cart. He had a large mustache, the color of egg yolk. Before him lay rows of frosted cookies, glazed donuts, chocolate marshmallow tea cakes, something called éclairs though he wasn’t sure and ten other things he didn’t even have a name for. “Do you have Twinkies, by any chance?” It was Effie who first introduced him to the golden sponge cake filled with cream. A peace offering after a particularly nasty argument and it was love at first sight. It became one of both his and Chaff’s favorite Capitol pastries. “Oh, thank you,” said Effie a moment later when he handed her the Snoball. She nibbled on it, relished in the taste. They heard talking and giggles further ahead and Haymitch looked up just in time to see three ladies with sun umbrellas – one white, one pink one blue – heading down their path. It wasn’t until they were almost past them that they looked up and saw Effie there, feeding her child. The lady with the white umbrella gasped, hand over her heart. “Scandal!” And they hurried past, speaking in agitated bursts to one another. Haymitch finished his Twinkie in two bites and peered at Effie. He’d be damned if there wasn’t a smile on her face, satisfied over sending those two-faced hypocrites into a state. His chest swelled with pride, over the way she never apologized for her children. Or herself for that matter. He wiped his hands on his pants and when Ian had had his fill he reached his arms out to his son. “Here, let me take him.” He placed him to his left side just like he had Amy. Effie helped him with the burp cloth. Holding him in place he tapped him gently over the back. The first few days after they came home from the hospital Effie got to do all the things that included holding Amy and Ian in some way. Whether it was changing a diaper or feeding them or just give them a cuddle. Just the idea of carrying them made him break into a sweat. He did other things. He cooked and bought groceries, made the beds, warmed Effie endless cups of chicken broth and even gave the house a throughout cleaning. All the things you could think of that didn’t include a baby. Effie never pressured him. And she did her best to care for them both. But then one night, about three days later, Amy and Ian were completely inconsolable at the same time. It was long past midnight and Effie walked back and forth across the room with Ian in her arms, rocking him at the same time as she spoke soft words to Amy crying her eyes out in the crib. Haymitch sat by their baby girl, helplessly patting her and talking to her but nothing worked. Her face was red and there were tears on her cheeks and finally he couldn’t take it anymore. Those cries made him feel physically ill. Truly. Sounds like she was all alone in the world and didn’t understand why. The nurse had shown both him and Effie how to hold an infant and with sweat rolling down his back he finally lifted his crying baby out of her crib and held her to his chest. He looked to Effie for reassurance and she nodded encouragingly. Amy cried and cried and he sat on the bed, frozen like a statue, just making sure not to clutch her too tight. He didn’t dare move or rock her or anything, not that night. Just wanted her to know she wasn’t alone. “Try talking to her,” said Effie and so he did. Afterwards he couldn’t even remember what, he hardly ever did after being in a state of panic. But whatever it was, it worked. She calmed down and he even dared move his hand a bit, up and down her back, caressing her. He still wasn’t quite used to the whole thing. Not yet. “I was the same way,” said Effie, hours later that night when they finally put Amy and Ian to bed. “With Alex. It will get easier.” Thank God, he had Effie. She was his rock through all of this. “How is he?” asked Effie and swallowed the last of her Snoball. “He’s OK. Sleeping I think.” Effie smiled. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” They helped him back into the child safety seat and had no sooner belted him down before another trio crossed their path. He hadn’t seen them since the birthday party when Gloria showed up. Felt like a hundred years now. Dressed in brand new outfits, following the latest trend, and there was no missing the orange corkscrew curls, gold tattoos and pea green skin. Odd to see them up this early in the day. Maybe they hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Arm-in-arm they headed down the road, chatting and waving their hands in the air. But the smiles drained from their faces when they saw Haymitch and Effie sitting there. Octavia’s gaze dropped to the child safety seats and her face turned a deeper shade of green. All three of them huddled together, like lost cheep. Then they hurried on without a word, eyes downcast. “Them too?” Haymitch said when they were gone. He was surprised by how painful the realization was. He always viewed them and Effie as good friends. “Yes,” said Effie with a tight face and all of her gaiety gone. What the stranger ladies couldn’t accomplish, Katniss’s prep team sure had. “Want me to talk to them?” “No, I can’t handle that right now. Not during Amy and Ian’s first day out.” But as they headed on to the next leg of their leisurely journey she seemed unable to keep away from the subject. “I’ve already tried talking to them. About this issue and how it’s affecting people like Lysistrata Vicker’s grandson and his wife. Many times. I don’t know who’s pouring poison into their ears but when my pregnancy happened they just… They couldn’t handle it. I never tried to hide it so everyone noticed very early on. And one day Octavia wanted us to meet up and she cried her eyes out and said we couldn’t be friends anymore. Venia could hardly even look at me and always changed the subject if I tried to talk about it. Flavius just ghosted me.” She switched hands, carrying Ian on her left side. “We need someone like Cinna.” Her voice brimmed with sorrow. “He always knew how to get through to them.” xXx “Time for bed, sweetling,” Effie said and kissed their daughter’s head. “Amy baby. My little angel.” Carefully she lay her down in the crib next to her brother and with the bear book in hand she reclined in the rocking chair. Haymitch stretched out on the couch. Pain shot up his back as he tried to find a comfortable position on this goddamn rock hard furniture. Finally he sighed and just slipped his hand in between the rails of the crib, searching until one of theirs closed around his thumb. Such a strong grip for someone so small. Holding their hands helped him sleep. Worked even better than the knife. Especially after a nightmare. He saw the irony. In a normal household, kids went to their parents’ room when they had bad dreams. Not the other way around. He closed his eyes, listening to Effie as she read in that soft, warm voice he loved. “’Can’t you sleep, Little Bear’, yawned Big Bear, putting down his bear book with just four pages to go to the interesting part and padding over to the bed. ’I’m scared’, said Little Bear. ‘Why are you scared, Little Bear?’ asked Big Bear. ‘I don’t like the dark’, said Little Bear. ‘What dark?’ asked Big Bear. ‘The dark all around us,’ said Little Bear.” When they came home from the hospital, the twins moved into Effie’s room immediately. Haymitch was to keep to his own room with one of the baby monitors on the nightstand, so he’d know when they needed him. What he didn’t anticipate was how much he needed them. If they were too quiet for too long he couldn’t concentrate, much less sleep. He actually preferred it when they were noisy because then at least he knew they were still alive. The first week he hauled himself out of bed every half hour or so to make sure they were still breathing. Finally he and Effie came up with this couch arrangement because even though he tried to be quiet he managed to wake Effie almost every time. ‘But I brought you a lantern,’ said Big Bear. ‘Only a teeny-weeny one,’ said Little Bear. ‘And there’s lots of dark.’ “Big Bear looked and he saw that Little Bear was quite right. There was still lots of dark. So Big Bear went to the lantern cupboard and took out a bigger lantern. Big Bear lit the lantern and put it beside the other one.” xXx They undressed in the dark, both too used to it by now they didn’t feel embarrassed. These past few weeks he’d seen so much of Effie’s breasts it was getting old. By the time she slipped into bed he was still trying to get out of his pants, face scrunched up in pain. Effie smiled and shook her head. “If your back hurts so then why don’t you come to bed? It’s big enough for the both of us. What?” she smiled when he hesitated. “Afraid I’ll steal your virtue?” She puffed up the pillows and lay down. “I thought tomorrow we could go for a picnic. The river Theseus, perhaps. What do you think?” “Sure. Whatever.” Relenting, he crawled in with her. At the end of the day the queen-sized bed was just too good to resist. It was pure heaven after weeks on the hard couch. Effie smiled, facing him. Hand on the pillow. “Have a nice 10 minutes of sleep, dear.” “Yeah. Here’s hoping.” xXx What a good dream. Eyes still closed, he buried his hand in her fragrant strawberry hair. Warm and sleep-soft, her lips moved over his. Haymitch groaned and opened his mouth to welcome her. Cuddled together they kissed and kissed and it was such bliss. No woman outside his dreams ever kissed him in such a way. Like he was a keeper. Not anymore. He gave in. She wasn’t really there, after all. Hadn’t been since they made love that one time all those months ago. She deepened the kiss, so willing despite his endless drunken crusades. Of course she was, this was his dream after all. Oh, Eff. As they kissed, tendrils of reality tugged at him. He fought it with everything he had, sure to wake up facing nothing but the wall. She didn’t disappear. The more he returned to himself, the realer she got. With an almighty effort he forced his eyes opened. Hers were still closed. Her hand cupped his cheek, trying to pull him nearer. “Effs, what’re you doin’?” She didn’t respond. Didn’t seem to hear at all. She’s dreaming too. She searched his mouth, sighed his name with such want and it took everything he had to pull back. “Effie, no.” He clasped her hands with both of his when she tried to close the gap between them. Knew she wouldn’t be doing this if she was lucid. “Just sleep, Eff. It’s OK.” She abandoned her efforts and for a moment she lay still. He released her hands and pulled the cover back over her shoulder. Smoothed a lock of hair from her face. A shadow passed over it and he saw her eyes flutter behind closed eyelids. “Where are my babies?” she murmured, distraught. “Sleeping like angels,” he said. “At least, for the next five minutes or so.” Comforted by these words Effie gave a tremendous sigh and cuddled close. Before he knew it, her head was on his shoulder, her arm slung across his chest. He tried to put some distance between them but it was futile. Every time he tried to get away, Effie clutched him tighter. “No,” she mumbled into his neck. “Mine.” He snorted a laugh. Realized this was a fight he could not win. He eased his arm loose from under her and wrapped it around her shoulder. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Author’s note: Think this is the closest I’ll ever get to writing the trope “There’s only one bed” LMAO! I hope you liked the little “Zombieland” Easter egg. Leave a review and tell me your favorite scene and I’ll see you in the next chapter!

[pixie88]

Dinner at the Winchesters

Chapter 15 - The Neighbour.

A/N | This will be the last chapter for two weeks as I am away next week.

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Summary | Alana flicked through his year book and baby photos....

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Word count | 1.6k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Fluff & NSFW

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

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"It worked then, Alana got laid! How was it? Wait, don't tell me, I'm gonna put you on speaker phone and pull up a photo of Dean!" the line goes quiet for a few seconds before she speaks again "long nose with a medium flare, so large head and small shaft!"

"What?" Alana's confused, "the nose theory! You can tell what a guys dick is like by their nose! Was it good?" Alana shook her head, "yes, it was amazing and the best sex I've had in a long time! Now can we just talk about last night? He said he loved me!"

"What did you say?" Lola already knew the answer, "I loved him too!" Lola squeaked through the phone, "I knew it!!! Have you spoke to him about it?"

"No, he's still asleep, do I bring it up?" she asks her friend, "I would, but I know you! You won't, you will wait till he does!" she was right....

Saturday...

Dean hadn't mentioned what he said the other night, she didn't want to either just in case he forgot he said it. Right now she was nervous "hey, it's going to be fine. They are going to love you!" he could see she was worried as he knocked on his parents front door.

Like you do? She thought, she smiled as Mary opened the door, "Dean, Alana! Come in," she ushered them in. Alana handed her a couple of bottles of wine, "I didn't know if you drink white or red?" she says, "hey, you two!" John pulls Dean in.

Mary leans towards Alana, "between you and me any alcohol will do!" Mary whispers with a laugh, John turns to Alana, "nice to see you again," he pulls her into a bear hug "and you both" Alana smiles. "Jessica and Sam won't be coming tonight, little Bobby has a stomach bug, so they thought they better stay away." Mary tells Dean, "I'll give him a call tomorrow" Dean tells her.

"Come on through, dinner is nearly ready" the pair follows his parents through to the dining room, "I'll dish up, John, do you want to get Dean a beer?" John and Mary make their way into the kitchen, Alana notices a baby photo of Dean, "is that you?" she points toward a photo on the wall.

Dean blushes, "yeah, it is. I forgot about those"

"Their cute photos," she smiles at him, "of course they are, they're of me!" he teases her, "here we are" they turn as Mary places the plates on the table and John pours the wine. They take their seats, "oooh barbecue, my favourite" Dean says excitedly.

"Alana, what part of England are from?" Mary asks her, "Aston Abbots, it's like an hour away from London"

"The big city, Mary wants to go there," John says before taking a sip of his beer, "I hate London, its busy and it smells. I think being a village girl you notice the difference in the air, but if you've never been you have got to try the ice bar, the whole place is made of ice"

"One more place we need to visit while we're there. Do you visit your family often?" John asks her, "I'm flying over in two weeks to visit them, I didn't manage to see them at Christmas" Alana looks towards Dean realizing she hadn't told him yet, he quickly schools his facial expressions, "that will be nice. I think Dean has said in the past you work for Lawrence daily news?" Mary smiles, "yeah, I've been there three years now. You are nurse, right?" Alana asks.

"Yeah at Lawrence hospital, I've been there for twenty seven years"

"Do you have any funny stories about this one here?" Alana nudges him, "Hmm, funny stories about Dean? What about that time he came home after a night out he ran to the toilet about to puke, but ended up puking before he got to the toilet, then slips in his puke trying to get to the toilet!" Alana chokes on her wine, "you didn't?!" she looks at him.

"I was young and dumb!" he shrugs, "what about that time, Sam was taking a video recording as well as a photo and Dean pulled down the front of his shorts showing off his....you know. We were all stood there smiling while he was at the front doing that" the four of them howl with laughter.

The rest of the evening was a success, Mary got out the photo album showing Alana all Deans baby photos, "Mom, please!" he pleads, she ignores him. "Want another beer?" John asks as he gets up "I can't, I'm driving" Dean says.

"Why don't you two stay over? Yeah, Dean can show you his old bedroom!" Alana looks over to him, "please say it's exactly how he left it?" she smirks, "We have changed it a little, but his year book is up there" Mary winks at her, "c'mon let another drink! John brings another bottle in!" Mary calls out to John.

Later...

"Night Mom!" Dean says as Mary finished putting on clean sheets, "night kids!" Mary winks at the pair. Dean closes the bedroom door, "this is your old bedroom," Alana says, looking round, "yeah, I can't believe she hasn't redecorated it," he chuckles following Alana around the room as she looks around.

"Is this your yearbook?" she picks a book from the shelf, "I forgot about that," he lets out a small laugh, she takes a seat on his bed, "we don't have them in the UK" then he's reminded in a few weeks she flies home.

He takes a seat next to her as she flicks through the yearbook, "so....you are going home soon?" he asks her, she looks up at him, "I should have mentioned it, I just didn't know how to....but after the last few days I-I-I was thinking if you are ok with it....obviously no pressure, will you come with me?" she held her breath waiting for him to answer.

"Come with you to England to meet your parents?" he question her, "Yeah, but if you don't want to I completely understand" she's flustered, he grins at her, "how long are we going for?"

She lets out a sigh of relief as she smiles at him, "a week, do you think you can get time off work?" she can't believe he's coming "my dad will be fine with it," she leans over to peck his lips, she pulls away, "so which girls did you date in high school?" she nods down to the yearbook.

He chuckles before taking the year book from her and closes it, "that many, huh?" she teases, "Dean its fine! I know exactly what you were like before we started dating," she reminds him, "and you love me anyway!" he grins at her. "Errr..." she doesn't know what to say, "I was drifting when I said it, but I meant it and I hope you did too?" he studies her face.

The brightest smile appears on her face, "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it Dean" his lips rush hers, pushing her back onto the bed, the kiss becomes quickly heated. She wraps her arms around his neck, he nudges her legs apart and grinds against her as his hands start to roam her body.

She pulls her lips away from his "Dean, we can't. Your Mum and Dad are next door..." he smiles down at her "I guess we need to be quiet!" he quirks a brow with a smirk before he claims her lips again. He moves to her neck, "hmmm....Dean," he smirks against her skin, his hand slides under her dress to her core, his digits slip into her lace panties.

Her breathing hitches, sending goosebumps over her body, "Dean....please!" she whimpers, the pads of his fingers glide over her "fuck!" he hisses as he finds her soaked apex. He pulls her dress down to get access to her chest before pulling up it up to kiss against her tummy, his lips move further down, she tries to get away, but he stops her, moving her panties to the side his tongue glides over her.

She bites her lip to stop her crying out, he parts her petals making her arch her back, grasping her hips so she can move. "What did you say the other night?" his lips hover over her pearl, "I love you" her words are needy, his tongue light brushes against her "I love you too sweetheart!"

He pushes his tongue inside her once more, she grabs the pillow next to her and moans into it, he sucks against her clit pushing her closer to her high. She pulls him up to her lips, her hands fumble with his buckle of his belt as their lips are fused together, he pushes down his jeans moving his boxers with them.

His hard shaft presses against her before he pushes his full length into her, the kiss muffles out their moans.

Later...

Catching their breath Alana cuddles into Dean, "I hope they didn't hear us!" Alana says, blushing, "I don't think the bed squeaking helped with the whole being quiet!" Dean chuckles, she presses into his side, "I will tell you one thing?" he kisses the top of her head before she looks up, "you are the first girl I had in this bed"

"Why have your parents not long changed it?!" she teases him, he tuts at her "actually it's the same bed, I've just never had a girl stay over in it. You are the third girl I have brought home to meet my parents" she sits up and looks down at him, "really?" her brows pinch together.

He nods, "third time lucky, I guess!" she winks at him, he pulls her to his lips, "best for last!" he says against her lips.

Two weeks later...

"Why don't you have a whiskey to calm your nerves" she suggests, "Dean, if you are really this scared to fly, I can go on my own. It's fine!" she smiles at him. "Nope, I can do it. Let's go get a drink," he tried to hide it from her, but it didn't take her long to figure it out.

Dean Winchester was scared of flying.....

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Be My Baby Mama Pt 8

Summary: Peter and SIM Tony accidentally end up pregnant when they spend a heat together. They decide to keep the pup but how are a superhero and a supervillain supposed to do this whole parenting thing? And what's everyone else going to say when they find out?

“Umm, Mr. Stark, can I ask you something kind of personal?” Peter asked, not sure if he was going insane or if it was actually possible. Stark raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go on. “Are you on birth control?” Stark just looked at him like he had grown a second head, then paled for a moment before his expression totally locked down behind a blank mask.

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Tags: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Villain Tony Stark, Mafia Typical Violence, no smut guys, It's all fluff, A little angst, Mpreg, Mating, SIM Tony Stark, sorta, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Age Difference, Aged-Up Peter Parker, baby Stark, Crack Treated Seriously, Just a crack taken seriously fic where Peter and Tony get pregnant, have a pup, and fall in love, Tony is very bossy and Peter says Yes Omega all the time

Penelope May Stark came into the world with a bang befitting a Stark, or at least that’s what Tony would tell everyone for years to come. Tony’s labor was short but they at least managed to make it down to medbay first, and the beautiful pup didn’t give her mama any problems other than the short notice. Tony was beyond relieved as Cho looked her over. His age and simply being a male could have made labor more difficult, but it seemed as if fortune favored him again.

Besides him, Peter hovered, quick to offer anything he asked for all the while smiling down at Tony as if he hung the stars and the moon. Then again, to his little alpha, it probably felt like he had. Peter had confessed early on how lonely he felt as a superhero and how hard it was to have relationships. Couple that with genetic mutations and the poor kid had honestly thought no one would ever be willing to risk having children with him.

“Alright, back to mama we go,” Cho said, handing his daughter back to him. “Still a good 45 minutes left on the golden hour even, look at that.”

He took his pup and snuggled her against him while encouraging her to eat. Tony knew skin to skin was important for pups but he and Peter had been more worried about making sure said pup was truly and fully healthy first, so Cho had a whole team that had been on standby to take samples and run the quick tests. The rest would come later.

“Thanks, Dr. Cho,” Peter said, his arm sliding around Tony as he sat next to the bed. “We really appreciate it.”

Tony nodded his own thanks and went back to admiring their little girl, a small purr slipping from him. Already, she had a small head of fluffy hair, and while dark blue eyes currently looked back at him, he had no doubt they would darken into a brown like Peter’s and like his had been before extremis.

“She’s amazing,” Peter whispered, reaching over to gently brush his finger against her cheek as she nursed. “Thank you so much for this, Tony. For everything. You’ve given me the one thing I dreamed about but thought I’d never have.”

Tony turned and kissed his mate gently.

“It was my pleasure, though let’s not repeat this experiment anytime soon, yea?” Tony said with a chuckle. “I have a feeling this one is going to be a handful.”

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“Alright, Pen, you ready to go take over the world with mama?” Tony asked as he wrapped Penny in a swaddle.

“I thought you wanted to be papa,” Peter said, packing away their things to transfer back to the penthouse.

“Nah, I did all the hard work. I’m mama,” Tony cooed at Penny. “And the one that just held my hand and looked pretty was your daddy, huh, baby girl. But it’s ok, he looked very pretty and he gives very good hugs and kisses so it makes up for his lack of mama skills.”

Peter just rolled his eyes and kept packing.

“You’re gonna make her think I’m a trophy husband or something if you keep talking like that,” Peter said. He stepped up behind Tony and slid his arms around them both.

“You’re not? Pretty sure Spider Man is a catch, thank you very much,” Tony said, leaning back into the hug. “Got you right where I want you.”

“Is that right?” Peter asked, leaning around to kiss Tony’s cheek. “Maybe you’re the one caught in my web.”

Tony just snorted and Peter sighed.

“Ok, yeah, no one would believe that,” Peter said. “I just don’t have enough of a presence.”

“Kinda hard to compete with CEO, Mob Boss, and Supervillain, my sweet alpha,” Tony said. “Don’t worry though, you make an excellent house spider.”

“Well, let’s get this house spider and his family home then,” Peter retorted. “I’m looking forward to sleeping in our bed again and being able to cuddle you properly.”

“What, the pull out chair bed not comfortable enough for your sensibilities?” Tony teased and Peter snorted.

Flexible he might be, but even the fancy version of them in the medbay were uncomfortable compared to their bed.

“You’ve spoiled me,” Peter replied with a grin. “Nine months in a fancy bed with everything at our fingertips and our lives run by the smartest AI in existence has completely ruined me for regularly life. I won’t survive if you ever decide you need an upgrade to your trophy husband.”

“Never.”

Peter was startled by the seriousness in Tony’s voice. The omega always joked about everything, but the hard look he was giving Peter had Peter exposing their mating bite and whimpering.

“Don’t ever even joke about such a thing, Alpha mine,” Tony said, stepping into Peter’s space and scruffing him all while holding Penny in his other arm. “You belong to me, and I am never letting you go. And if you ever try to run, I’ll lock you in the tower like a twisted version of Rapunzel.”

“Yours, Omega,” Peter agreed. “Always yours, for as long as you’ll have me and there’s breath in this body.”

Tony drew him in for a searing kiss that left Peter dazed. Then he smirked at the alpha, resettled Penny, and walked out of the room. Peter scrambled to grab the bags and rushed after his family, his chest full to bursting.

**********************

Tony wouldn’t admit it, but he had fully agreed with Peter when they moved back into their rooms for the medbay. His bed was so much better and made things easier for nursing. All of a sudden, he was glad for Peter’s anxious nature that prompted him to read everything in existence on parenting while dragging Tony along for the ride. The beside the bed co-sleeper was a lifesaver because Penny hated being where she couldn’t smell her parents, as were all of the variations of wraps they had.

For the first two weeks, Tony tried to exclusively breast feed, which was exhausting and left him in a fugue as his body struggled to keep up with the odd schedule. Peter took Penny every chance he could to let Tony rest and changed every diaper, but finally, Tony realized this wasn’t going to work.

“Alright, I surrender. Break out the formula,” he told Peter with a groan. “I can’t do this.”

“Hey, you did amazing,” Peter said firmly, pulling Tony into his lap. Tony let the alpha do it, sinking into his warm body and calming scent. “I’m always so in awe of you, you know that?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere apparently,” Tony said dryly.

“You know I mean it,” Peter said, kissing Tony’s cheek softly. “But if you’re ready to add the formula, then I don’t mind at all. It’ll be fun to try feeding her. Just let me know if you want to nurse part time still or if you want to wean her fully off now, alright, love?”

“I know, babe, I know,” Tony said, more tired than he wanted to admit. “And yeah, let’s see how she takes to the bottle. If she does well, let’s just fully wean. I’m going to have to get back to work soon anyway.”

“You don’t have to,” Peter reminded him. “Pepper promised you could take as long as you wanted.”

“She said that, but what that really meant was, we’ll hold the ship together but the longer you’re gone, the bigger the mess when you get back,” Tony said with a huff, though it was half hearted at best. His eyes were drooping without his consent.

“Rest, love,” Peter said, nuzzling Tony’s neck. “If Penny wakes up, we’ll try a bottle. I’ll get you if it doesn’t work.”

Tony nodded and darkness overtook faster than it ever had pre- Penny.

***********************

The next time Tony awoke, it was to Peter cooing over Penny as she drank from a bottle.

“Such a good girl for daddy,” Peter said, booping her nose. “So good for letting mama rest. He was getting pretty tired, you know, and he’s not even chasing off the boys yet. We gotta make sure to take good care of him.”

“J, save that for the baby book, will you?” Tony said softly.

“Already done, sir,” Jarvis responded and Tony grinned as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Mama thinks he’s so sneaky and tough,” Peter told Penny conspiratorially. “But he’s just a big softy. Trust me, you’ll have him wrapped around your pinky and teaching you to take over the world before you’re 12.”

“No takeovers before puberty is done if you please, sir,” Jarvis chimed in. “They’re terribly messy and would be far too much stress on a developing body.”

“Noted, J,” Tony said with a chuckle. Then they all fell silent as they watched Penny eat.

“It’s actually her second bottle,” Peter said. “She took the first like a champ, so when she got hungry again Jarvis made another so you could get some more sleep. She went three hours between bottles too.”

“Honestly, I probably wasn’t producing enough,” Tony said, finally able to think clearer with the sleep. “Should have had J monitoring for us or something.”

“She wasn’t screaming or anything, just eating more often, so I’m sure it was plenty,” Peter said, giving Tony a pointed look. “You know breast milk is digested easier so they drink more often too.”

“Don’t give me that look, I’m not upset. Just would have switched sooner,” Tony said. He appreciated his mate’s concern though. The alpha was always so gentle and warm, making sure Tony, and now their pup, were taken care of.

“Hey, you know I love you, right?” Tony said suddenly. “I know I don’t say it enough, but I do.”

“Of course I do, and you tell me all the time,” Peter said with a smile. “Every time you say I’m yours and that you’re never letting me go, you’re saying I love you.”

Tony would never admit it in a million years, but when Peter came and sat next to him, handing their daughter back to him, a few tears may have leaked out. He had never been so content or felt so loved.

*******************

The first big surprise of parenthood came when they took Penny for her four week check up with Dr. Cho.

“Well, she appears to be growing at approximately the normal rate, though maybe a little fast,” Cho said after taking her measurements. “However, I’m already starting to see signs of the hairs Peter has from his spider DNA, and she definitely had some abnormalities when we did a sequencing. It’s too soon to know how it will manifest though, so just keep an eye on things and make sure you don’t leave her outside of Jarvis’ watchful care.”

As Cho spoke, Penny reached out and grabbed her stethoscope.

“Penny, don’t go grabbing people’s things,” Peter said gently, trying to pull it off. However, Penny refused to let it go.

“Yeah, there’s the sticky,” Tony said as he watched Peter try to get it back. “Or is that the super strength?”

“Pretty sure it’s the sticky,” Peter muttered, his fingers dancing along her belly trying to get her to giggle so she would release her hold. “Even if she’s got my strength, proportionately I would be stronger and she wouldn’t have the motor skills required to not let go.”

Cho didn’t even bother to hide her amusement as Peter tried everything to get Penny to release the stethoscope before finally giving up.

“Sorry, doctor, I think we’re just going to owe you a new stethoscope,” Peter said with a huff. “Since apparently sticky fingers here won’t relinquish it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cho said, grabbing a spare from a drawer. “We’ll just make sure to have a decoy next time.”

“At least we won’t have to worry about her dropping her bottles as much,” Tony pointed out. He would swear Penny must have inherited his mischievous streak when she chose that moment to drop the stethoscope. Luckily, Peter’s reflexes allowed him to catch it and hand it off to Cho while Tony quickly grabbed a different one of Penny’s toys. “Here you go, baby girl, mama’s got your Bun Bun, isn’t that much more fun to hold?”

Penny grabbed the small stuffed rabbit and held tight before flailing her arms. Tony and Peter both groaned as they realized she had stuck Bun Bun to herself.

“She’s already figuring out how to do it intentionally,” Cho said, somewhat dazed.

“Oh yeah, genius baby,” Tony said with a sigh. “Apparently, I was a handful.”

“I’m going to remind you of that when she hits the terrible twos, because I was an absolute pleasure as a kid,” Peter said, already dreading chasing around a super powered child.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Tony said with a shrug. “I gave my mom hell so I can’t complain too much, can I, baby girl? It’s ok if you take after your mama though, I turned out alright and snagged your dad too while I was at it.”

Peter didn’t say anything, and Tony glanced over to see Peter making the sappiest face he had ever seen.

“Alright, stop melting over the cuteness,” Tony huffed. “I thought you were supposed to be the big bad alpha here?”

“I am comfortable with my alphaness and admitting you are so fucking cute around our daughter does not threaten my masculinity,” Peter said with a bland look. His eyes were dancing with amusement though. Tony let it be, because really he loved seeing Peter finally happy and feeling more confident in his place.

*****************

The days seemed to fly and yet, there were moments Peter would swear he would remember as if they were frozen in time. Like the first time he fed his daughter or when she smiled and giggled at them, a sound that would become commonplace and yet that first one would always be tucked safe in his memory. Today was another one of those days, he was sure. It was Penny’s first experiment after all.

“Alright Penny, ready?” Peter asked.

The three month old giggled and flailed in her bouncer.

“Great. Ok, my little scientist, today we are going to extract our DNA and run a comparison gel the old fashioned way,” Peter said, grabbing swabs for himself and Penny. “And while we wait for them to run, we’re going to learn about engineering by playing with our catapults.”

Calling the popsicle sticks and bottle lids catapults might have been pushing it a little, but they did a surprisingly good job of flinging all matter of food wherever they wanted it to go, and even at 3 months, their girl had an uncanny accuracy which they could only attribute to her slightly quirky genetics.

Penny flailed some more until the catapults were set before her with a selection of marshmallows, cheerios, and other small dry food she could use as ammunition. Then Peter set out a bunch of target bowls and baskets in varying lengths. Once she was distracted, Peter grabbed his samples and started the extraction.

If he was quick, he could get it done before Tony woke up and chided him for worrying again. Still, it was hard not to as Penny seemed to show new oddities weekly. From her uncanny aim and too alert eyes, to the stickiness and what was clearly an early form of enhanced strength, Peter couldn’t help but wonder how something hadn’t gone wrong. Toying with genetics was no mean feat and he had been incredibly lucky to survive his own transformation. Tony’s experience with extremis hadn’t been much better, or at least that’s what Peter had gathered from what little he spoke of it.

So he couldn’t help but worry something would go wrong at a level they couldn’t easily see before it was too late. And when he worried, he made plans to try to fix things. Like running genetic checks and comparisons.

He had the DNA extracted and the tests running when Tony finally joined the land of the living.

“What’s this? A battlefield in the kitchen?” Tony asked as he scooped Penny up. “Are you winning, sugarplum?”

Penny giggled and babbled, clearly telling Tony all about her epic fight with enemy siege forces.

“And what’s daddy doing?”

“We’re learning about DNA extraction,” Peter said, pointing to the equipment. “She gets engineering and physics exposure from you, so figured I’d get her started on the other sciences.”

“Blasphemy! As if she needs those,” Tony said, pulling Penny in close. “She’s gonna be a tech genius like her mama, aren’t you, little bug.”

“Tony, she’s going to be whatever she wants to be, which means letting her try everything,” Peter said with a laugh.

“Exactly,” Tony said, pulling Peter in with one arm for a hug. “She’s going to grow up just fine and do amazing things, just like her mama and daddy. So stop worrying. Cho knows her work better than anyone and she is watching like a hawk for any signs of issues.”

“I know,” Peter said, his shoulders slumping. “But I still don’t know how I even survived so I have to make sure she does, Tony, I have to. It would kill me to lose her.”

“Nope, we’re not even going to go there,” Tony said firmly, putting Penny between them. “Focus here, on her right now. I’m not going to let you miss any of this because you’re too busy worrying about what if.”

“You’re right,” Peter whispered. “I’m sorry, Omega.”

“It’s ok,” Tony said, bumping their noses together. “If anything happens, you know I’ll do whatever we have to in order to save her. Even burn the whole fucking world down.”

“I know, and as a superhero, I probably shouldn’t be saying this but I actually find that very relieving,” Peter said with a chuckle. “I’m glad she’s got you in her corner.”

[carewyncromwell]

“When we grow up, will I be a lady? Will you be an engineer? Will I have to wear things like perfume and gloves? I can still pull the whistle while you steer. Well, I don't care if I'm pretty at all, And I don't care if you never get tall... I like what I look like, and you're nice small -- We don't have to change at all...”

~“When We Grow Up” by Diana Ross

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inspired in part by this absolutely precious Youtube video, because honestly that articulate little metal princess is baby!Carewyn in a nutshell 😂💚 // more information on Carewyn’s childhood bully Bobbie Mathis can be found here

x~x~x~x

It was always a joy, whenever Jacob Cromwell returned home during any holiday break. As much as Jacob loved learning at Hogwarts and as much as he was determined to use all of his time at school to his advantage so he and his friends could deal with the Cursed Vaults, he still couldn’t contain the flood of relieved, exuberant emotions that came from being reunited with his mother Lane and his little sister Carewyn. And considering that the last time he’d come home for winter break, Carewyn had managed to charm the driver of the Knight Bus enough that he actually took her to the train station to meet him and then drove them home free of charge, Jacob was so looking forward to surprising his little sister just as much in return when he came home with a chocolate Easter Egg full of salted caramel he’d picked up at Honeydukes especially for her. 

One can imagine, therefore, that Jacob's enthusiasm was tempered significantly, seeing several fresh-looking bruises on his little sister’s pale, but smiling face. 

They didn’t hurt, Carewyn had reassured both Lane and Jacob with her bravest attempt at a smile. Everyone had been playing a game of kickball at recess that day, and she hadn’t been paying attention. The nurse said she’d be fine, though. Jacob could tell Lane didn’t entirely believe this, but true to form, she was reluctant to force her children to tell her anything they didn’t want to. 

Jacob, however, knew for a fact his little sister was lying, and he wasn’t going to keep quiet about it. So that evening, while Lane cleaned up the dishes, Jacob took the opportunity to confront the matter while tucking his nearly-eight-year-old sister into bed.

“Pip,” he said lowly, looking Carewyn straight-on in the eye. “Where did you get those bruises?”

Carewyn blinked twice. Then, her smile fading from her face at once, she looked down at her blankets, visibly uncomfortable.

“...From playing kickball,” she said again, much more quietly. 

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. “Come off it, Pip -- I know those didn’t come from any kickball. Bruises don’t come in clusters like that unless someone’s purposefully hitting the same spot multiple times.”

He knew that full well, after all the times he’d gotten into fights, back when he was in Muggle primary school. 

Carewyn didn’t answer. Her small hands clutched at her blankets in front of her.

Her posture made Jacob’s expression melt a bit, gaining a gentler, more concerned glint.

“Come on, Pip,” he coaxed her, “you know you can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

Carewyn was quiet for another long moment. She brought her knees up in front of her, hugging them tightly under the covers. 

"...You won’t tell Mum?” she asked at last. 

Jacob tilted his head to the left, confused. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t.”

Carewyn’s blue eyes grew a little smaller and more miserable. 

“...I...I know Mum was upset...seeing how my face looked. I don’t want to upset her anymore.”

Jacob’s eyes -- the same shape and size as his sister’s -- gained a more empathetic look. 

Although yes, Lane had always been unilaterally supportive of her children, both Jacob and Carewyn had still always felt a sense of protectiveness over her. They knew how hard she worked to try to keep them afloat financially all on her own...and with how uncomfortable she often was dealing with other people, there’d been more than a few times when Jacob had decided to deal with problems on his own rather than go to Lane asking for help.

“I won’t tell Mum a thing,” Jacob murmured. “I promise.”

The promise should’ve reassured Carewyn -- and yet even now, she seemed unable to look her brother in the face. She rested her head on top of her knees, her gaze locked on the far corner of her bed instead. 

“...I...I hurt somebody,” she admitted softly. 

Jacob cocked his eyebrows. “If it was the somebody who hurt you, I’d say they probably had it coming.”

Carewyn shook her head, clearly upset. “No! I mean, yes, it was -- but it was my fault! I hurt him! I...”

Her eyes overflowed with tears.

“...I was awful. I lost my temper, and...and I hurt him. I was terrible, to him.”

Jacob’s expression softened further, gaining the slightest hint of a sad smile as he brought a hand up to rest on the top of Carewyn’s ginger head. 

“Hey...it’s okay,” he said softly, as Carewyn began to cry. “We all lose our heads sometimes. I’ve done it a bit more than ‘sometimes’...”

He brought his hand through her short pixie cut gently, to try to comfort her.

“You know I won’t care about that, don’t you? You’re my little sister. No matter what you did to that bloke, I don’t care. I know you didn’t mean to hurt him...”

This sentiment only served to make Carewyn look more upset. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head harder. 

“But I did hurt him!” she burst out through her still rushing tears. “I know I did! That’s why he hit me -- because I said those awful things!”

Jacob’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“Who?” he demanded. 

“Bobbie Mathis,” sniffed Carewyn. “I -- I hadn’t wanted to hurt him, at first -- I just wanted him to leave me alone! I was already running late, and -- and if I didn’t get home soon, I wouldn’t get there in time...”

“Before I got home,” Jacob surmised. His lips had drawn more tightly together.

Carewyn was crying harder than ever as she nodded, clutching her knees.

“But -- but Bobbie just wouldn’t let go! And his friends were all laughing, and he kept calling me names, and making fun of my clothes, and calling me a freak, and -- I just wanted to run away! That’s all! But -- but I was just so mad, and sad, and...and he’d ripped my dress in front of all of his friends, and I was so embarrassed -- ”

Jacob felt like his vision was being overtaken with red as he took in all of this.

“He did what?”

His eyes shot around Carewyn’s room. After surveying the space critically, he zeroed in on a slightly open drawer of her dresser drawer. He strode across the room to the dresser, opening up the slightly ajar drawer, to find one of his sister’s only three dresses folded neatly inside. When Jacob unfolded it, he found that the skirt of the old-fashioned red gingham dress had a long, jagged tear that stretched from the hemline almost all the way up to the waist -- clearly high enough to show off some little girl’s underwear.

Jacob felt like someone had sparked two gigantic fireballs to life behind his eyes. Seeing the rage in her brother’s face, and perhaps even feeling it, Carewyn’s voice grew more strangled than ever.

“It wasn’t his fault, Jacob!” she insisted. “I know Bobbie didn’t mean it -- I knew it then too, but -- but I was just so upset! Because I like that dress, even if it is old and people say it’s ugly, Mum still bought it for me, and -- and I was hurt, and -- and I took it out on him! ...I said such awful things...”

Jacob whirled on Carewyn, his face contorted with righteous anger and disbelief. “You? Pip, what could you have possibly said, to deserve getting punched in the face? What could you have possibly said, to deserve getting your dress torn?”

But Carewyn looked too ashamed to articulate an explanation. Instead, she hid her face under her arms as she tried in vain to hold in her tears. 

Chucking the torn red dress haphazardly back in her drawer, Jacob immediately swept back over to his little sister, bringing an arm around her and inhaling her in a suffocating hug. It was like he was trying to squeeze all of the remaining tears leaking out of her, just with his arms. 

“Oh, Pip,” Jacob muttered beside the top of her head. “You really are a saint, aren’t you? Even after getting beat up and getting your dress ripped, you still can’t even hate the guy who did it, can you?”

Carewyn choked.

“I hurt him worse,” she mumbled almost incoherently. “I know I did.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to hit you,” Jacob said fiercely. 

“No, but...he was ready to say sorry,” Carewyn mumbled. “He knew he’d done wrong -- they all did. But I lost my temper, and I was wrong, and I was mean. I know what I said hurt him. It hurt him bad -- really bad...”

“What is it you said to this prat that was so terrible?” asked Jacob disbelievingly.

But Carewyn once again seemed to have difficulty articulating that. She looked too ashamed -- she instead buried her face in her brother’s shirt, trying in vain to bite back more tears. 

His jaw clenching that bit more tightly, Jacob ran his hand through his sister’s short hair and along her back, trying to comfort her. 

“Now you listen to me, Carewyn,” Jacob said very lowly and firmly in her ear, “I don’t care what you said to that crotch-goblin, or how much he might’ve been hurt by it. You were hurt and angry, and from the sound of things, I’d say you were thoroughly right to be. I reckon for you to have lost your temper that bad with that rotten little gremlin, you must’ve been bottling up those feelings for a good long while. Probably trying not to worry Mum, or me, or anybody else. Is that it?”

Carewyn gave a loud sniff. 

“...But...I made you worry anyway,” she mumbled after a moment in shame, “didn’t I?”

Jacob gave a dry smile. “You didn’t make me do anything, Pip. You’re my little sister -- I’m always gonna worry about you.”

He gave her a tight squeeze. 

“Fortunately, though...I’m always gonna be proud of you, too. No matter what you might do or say, or what anyone else might think. Because I know you’re absolutely stellar, just the way you are...and anyone who can’t see that isn’t worthy of being a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.”

Carewyn gave a choke that sounded a bit more like a suppressed giggle. It made Jacob smile that bit more widely and softly down at his little sister as she pulled away at last, rubbing her still tear-stained eyes. Picking up on how sniffly she was, Jacob immediately reached over to grab a box of tissues Lane had left at Carewyn’s bedside and brought it over so Carewyn could grab a couple and blow her nose. Then, just as smoothly, he’d put down the box of tissues and picked up her wastebasket so she could throw them away.

“There we go,” Jacob said with a smile, “feels better once it’s all out, eh?”

Carewyn nodded with another loud sniff, her lips being tugged up in a weak smile. “...Uh-huh.”

She wiped the last few tears out of her eyes with a smile. 

“...Hey...Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Mum got me a new record.”

Jacob’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? Who’s it for?”

“Alice Cooper,” said a wispy, yet still rather amused voice.

Lane had quietly opened the door to her daughter’s room and now came inside to stand at the foot of her daughter’s bed, her arms crossed and her eyes sparkling with something not unlike mischief. 

Jacob raised his eyebrows with interest. “Oh yeah? What’s she known for?”

Both Lane and Carewyn covered their mouths to try to hold in their laughter.

“They were an American band from a couple of years ago that was led by a singer who now solely goes by that stage name,” Lane said, her soft, understated voice full of fondness. “A lesser-known act, really...but Winnie heard one of their songs passing by the record store, and she was just determined to save up for it.”

“That’s because the song is awesome, Mum!” Carewyn’s face had unfurled into a very, very big grin, and she bounced up and down on the bed almost despite herself, headbanging as she sang at the top of her lungs -- 

“No more pencils! No more books~! No more teacher's...dirty looks~! Out for summer -- out 'til fall~... We might not come back at all~!”

Now it was Jacob’s turn to burst out laughing. 

“Hold up now,” he said, his face full of both delight and teasing, “did my wee little sister become a rebel, all of a sudden?” 

He pretended to wipe a tear of joy from his eye. 

“Oh! I’m so proud!” he said in an over-the-top choke. “My little Pippa, all set to ‘stick it to the Man!’”

He gave Carewyn a more playful hug from behind, plopping down on top of her in such a way that she could feel his weight lightly crushing her.

“Hey!” Carewyn yelped through her giggling. “Jacob, get off!”

But Jacob merely leaned against her more, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat. 

“Oh, Merlin, just wait -- just wait ‘til you get to Hogwarts, Pip! There’s so much to learn, so much to do -- so much to explore! Then you can really get up to some trouble...” 

“Jacob!” Carewyn said in a rather petulant, huffy voice, as she tried and failed to push her older brother off of her. “I don’t want to get in trouble!”

“And you won’t! You’ll be way too smart to actually get caught.”

“That’s not what I meant, Jacob!”

Jacob cackled with laughter as he eased himself off of Carewyn. Lane was still smiling fondly at her two children as she came over to sit on Carewyn’s bed next to Jacob. 

“All right, now -- settle down,” she said. “It’s high time you went to sleep, Winnie.”

“Yes, Mum,” said Carewyn. 

With a small smile, she lowered herself down under her covers. Bending down, Lane brought a hand gently through her daughter’s ginger bangs and kissed her forehead. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Mum.”

Lane eased herself up off the bed and headed for the door. She paused in the doorframe to look back at Jacob.

“You should get yourself off to bed too, Jay,” she said in a very soft, but reproving voice. “You had a long day, getting home.”

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be right there -- just let me say goodnight too.”

Lane smiled at her son, before heading out of the room. Jacob turned his focus down to Carewyn in bed.

“Don’t worry about your dress,” he said under his breath. “I can always mend it with Reparo, while Mum’s asleep.”

Carewyn’s brow creased with concern. “But won’t you get in trouble? Using magic outside of school?”

“Nah,” Jacob said with a wry grin. “The Trace can only detect magic as being an anomaly in certain areas...you know, sensing magic’s been used somewhere where it shouldn’t be used, like in a Muggle neighborhood. It can’t sense who cast it, just where the magic was cast. And Mum’s a full-grown witch! So no one from the Ministry would even know it was me using magic, if I do it while Mum’s here too.”

Carewyn relaxed, clearly relieved to hear this. “...Okay.” 

She paused. Then, impulsively, she got up and threw herself forward -- Jacob, having sensed the move long before she made it, caught his little sister in another big bear hug. 

“Jacob?” 

“Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you too.”

Jacob cocked an eyebrow. “What prompted that?”

“Nothing, really,” she mumbled into his shirt with a smile. “I just...I feel like you don’t hear people say that enough. So I wanted you to know.”

Jacob considered his tiny sister for a moment. Her words had prompted some gears to shift in his brain. 

“What you have is a rare gift, Jacob,” Dumbledore’s words echoed in his mind. “To be able to traverse the space within another’s mind well enough to predict one’s actions before they happen is a talent many have fought hard to cultivate. To do it with no training, as you can...I would hazard to say you may be the only wizard in your generation, to have inherited such potential.” 

If what I can do is so special, Jacob couldn’t help but think with something of a smug smile, just wait ‘til you see what my little sister is capable of...

Despite the arrogance in his expression, he gave Carewyn another affectionate squeeze. 

“...Thanks, Pippa.”

After a moment, he let go of Carewyn, pulling the covers up and over her as she settled back down. He then crossed over to her dresser to fetch her torn red dress, tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans, before he headed to the open door, turned off the light, and closed the door behind him.

~*~

Not long later, while doing some errands for his mother, Jacob came across eleven-year-old Bobbie Mathis and his buddies, meeting at their usual stomping grounds by the playground next to their secondary school and Carewyn’s primary school. As soon as Jacob put two and two together about who the leader of this little middle-school gang was, the newly-sixteen-year-old wizard immediately strode right up to the rather tall boy and punched Bobbie in the face so hard that he broke his nose.

“That was for beating up my little sister,” Jacob snarled. His blue eyes shone like a mad dog’s as he looked from the stunned Bobbie to his trembling friends. “And if I ever hear of any of you laying a hand on Carewyn again, I can and will do a helluva lot worse than that.” 

Sure enough, Bobbie and his gang were so terrified of both “freak Cromwells” that he never so much as spoke to Carewyn again.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Angsty KiriBaku

Bakugou sat in the lobby of the hospital. He was curled up in a ball in a waiting room chair. He was terrified. Reality felt fake as a green haired boy sat next to him.

The boy smiled- he could be more than twelve Bakugou told himself. He looked so familiar but so not. He was small and covered in band aids. His eyes were an emerald green as he said something.

"What," Bakugou asked, awestruck.

"I asked if you were okay," the kid said softly, his eyes holding deep sympathy.

"Ya, ya I'm fine. My husband is… he got hurt," Bakugou mumbled, his voice cracking.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hell definitely be fine though. The best of the best work here," the boy smiled. "They can save anyone."

"I guess," Bakugou muttered, bad memories of sitting in the same place years ago filling his head.

"I'm Midoriya, by the way," the boy said and Bakugou looked like he'd seen a ghost. "What's your name?"

"Bakugou…"

"That's a cool name. Can I call you Kacchan," Midoriya asked and Bakugou nodded.

"Ok Freckles," Bakugou said, swallowing hard.

Memories of green hair falling from view, of rushing to the edge, of following an ambulance, of crying in the very waiting room he sat in now, filled his mind.

"Ya, the doctors here have it tough. First responders bring a lot of serious cases here," the boy said, crossing his legs in the chair and Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut. "A lot of suicide cases too…"

It was quiet for a moment and Bakugou was sure that if he opened his eyes, Midoriya would be gone. He wished that had been the truth.

"That's why I was here," the boy said in a sad voice. "I jumped off the top of my school… If they could save me, they can save your partner."

Bakugou started bawling. It was too much. His guilty conscious was using the past against him and fuck did it hurt. Ten stories. Fifteen years ago Midoriya Izuku had jumped ten stories from the top of their middle school. He jumped and it was Bakugou's fault.

"Tetsuya, please leave Bakugou-San alone," a kind and familiar woman's voice said and Bakugou looked up.

He expected his brain to keep playing tricks, to put him eye to eye with Inko, but instead he saw his old classmate.

"Uh, hi Uraraka-San," Bakugou said, surprised.

"Actually, it's Ochako Midoriya now," she said happily. "This is our son, Tetsuya."

"You're… Where's Deku," Bakugou asked, looking around.

"Hero work. You know how hard it is to get time off," Ochako said with a sigh. "We saw them wheel in Eijirou. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help on patrol today. Maybe I could have helped…"

"There was nothing you could have done," Bakugou grumbled, suppressing the tears. "Take care of your kid, okay?"

Ochako hugged Bakugou tightly. They were never close but Bakugou had tried to help them where he could and had saved her and Deku's asses more than a few times and so had Kirishima. Ochako let go of Bakugou and took Tetsuya's hand. Bakugou watched them leave and he balled up in his chair again, talking to Eijirou in his head.

"Things really got fucked up this time. I was too far away. I should have been with you, I could have helped," Bakugou wiped his eyes. "Pretty shitty husband I am, can't even keep you safe. I don't deserve you. You're sunshine and I'm a thunderstorm. All I'll ever do is hide you from the world like the selfish bastard I am. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone perfect like you."

"Bakugou-San," one of the surgeons said and Bakugou's head popped up. "Eijirou is out of surgery. The damage was pretty extensive but we managed to repair everything we could for the day. Your husband is still asleep but you may come to sit in his room if you wish."

"Yes! God, yes please," Bakugou said quickly, standing up. "I need to see him."

A nurse walked Bakugou to Kirishima's room and he felt frozen. He had a cast over most of his body and patches covering stitches on his face. He was intubated too. It was scary to see. Bakugou walked to the side of his bed slowly. He let his fingers trail lightly over Kirishima's cheek and his heart broke more.

"I love you, Eijirou. I'm right here and I'll be right here till you wake up, okay?" Bakugou said and looked back at the nurse. "How long will he be asleep?"

"Right now, his body is still processing the anesthesia. It may take a few hours for it to wear off but he should wake up then. The doctor will be in later to inform you further."

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

An old friend periodically keeps trying to approach me, especially any time I mention that I am thinking of moving back north and she's SOOOOO excited, yes please do move back! But I have no idea how to explain to her that I will never, ever trust her again and so we can't be friends.

I didn't know it back then, but I had panic attacks. They just started as rage, before turning into hyperventilation and then disassociation. Also, the therapist that my school nurse referred me to said it was just a normal part of being a teenager so I had no way of knowing. It was just normal.

But the first time I had one when someone from my close friend circle was there was the time that destroyed big part of my trust to that friend circle. The friend who was with me at that time told everyone and said I was a "fuckin psycho."

Fortunately I did manage to talk it out with a couple of people, who were willing to listen to me, but then the witness friend and one other made that circle an ex-circle for me because this other person called me, starting to hurl abuse at me the moment I picked up the phone.

So now, 25 years later, I still know that she saw me as a person who would do that. Like, all someone had to do was to say I did it out of malice and for how I am and she would believe it 100% before asking me anything.

So no, we can't be friends, ever again. I keep you on my FB because you're on the organizing part if something happens with my old class but that's that.

And the funniest thing is, I had one previously, on a trip, sharing my room with the biggest assholes my 14 year old self could think of. And they were super cool about it, even tho objectively that one was way worse, I ended up breaking things and hurting myself too. They didn't call me a fucking psycho. The worst person in my life gave me a fucking hug afterwards lmao.

[skygazer0516]

Titanic: A New Life Pt. 7

Lara was not like most First Class people. She was sweet woman who had married quite wealthy. Her husband, Jacque St. Du Bois, was a doctor from a very well-off family. They had made their wealth in the diamond mines of Africa a century ago but had never forgotten their humble beginnings. Jacque would one day take over his family’s wealth and empire but enjoyed practicing medicine. Lara was a nurse that was working with Jacque not long after he had graduated from Oxford Medical School. Claire had met Lara in the library one day by accident. They were both reaching for the only copy of “Little Women.” They began a conversation about how it was their favorite book. The rest was history after that. 

Before Claire knew it, she was wrapped in a hug so tight that it hurt so immensely that it took her breath away. Lara released her at the sound of a faint cry that had managed to escape Claire’s lips.  

“Fallen down the stairs! How simply tragic!” Lara said, dabbing the tear from her eye from her handkerchief. “I thought I had lost you!” 

“No, I am still alive.” Claire responded trying to comfort her still crying friend. “How did you find out? Bradley was with me the whole time.” 

“Oh dear, don’t you remember? We were supposed to meet up to discuss ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’ last night.” Claire had forgotten they it was their book night. “When I came upon your house, I found Bradly loading you into an ambulance. He told me you had fallen down the stairs. He gave me your guest key and asked me to lock up the house for him.” Lara explained. “I brought a couple of my servants today to help clean up the mess.” Claire looked around; she had not noticed the people busy cleaning the house. “Come, let us sit in living room.”  

“Lara, you did not have to do this. I would have started cleaning after a spot of tea.” Claira said as they walked to the living room. The house is clean! She thought with mental alarm. Claire looked at the floor beside the coffee table and the remains of the antique vase were gone.  

Lara noticed Claire’s gaze. “Dreadfully sorry about the vase. Bradley said he hit the table and knocked it over in all the fuss.’’ She explained as they sat down on the couch. “Now, what did the doctor say?”  

“I paid and tipped the coachman Claire. What in the Devil is all of this?!” Bradley proclaimed. He did not like a lot of people in the house at the best of times and this was definitely not a “best of times.” “Who are all these people? What are they doing in my house?” Claire could tell that Bradley was about to lose his temper. 

“Honey, is it not sweet?” Claire said trying to take command of the situation. “Lara brought by a couple of her servants to help clean up the house.”  

“Ah, yes. Well, thank you Lara.” His voice lowered and Claire was instantly relieved. 

Laura looked Bradley up and down trying to hide her disgust. She was not Bradley’s biggest fan and always felt off whenever he was in the room. “Not a problem Bradley.” She said with a smile. Her voice going up an octave. “Anything for Claire! Now, please, tell me what the doctor said about your injuries.” 

“I will go fetch some tea shall I, Miss Du Bois?” A woman dressed in black asked quickly.  

“Yes Lily, that would be lovely. Thank you.” Claire said, dismissing her.  

“I would like some biscuits with that.” Bradley said. Lara shot him a look as if to say he had forgotten something. “Please.” Bradley said as he sat in his armchair.  

“Now, the doctor?” Lara asked, hoping this time she would get an answer. 

“Yes, well I have a black eye from hitting the cannonball at the bottom of the stairs. The ribs on my right are bruised and fractured and my head hurts terribly.” Claire said. 

“Well, no wonder you let out a slight cry when I hugged you. I do apologize. I would not have hugged you if I had known.” Lara said. 

“You are perfectly alright Lara. The hug hurt but I could feel how much you cared for me.” Claire said. 

Lily came back into the room carrying the tray of tea and biscuits.  She placed it where the vase used to be. 

“Thank you, Lily.” Lara said. “If you would please gather everyone. We shall be leaving here shortly.” Lara looked back at Claire. “Well Darling, you must be positively tired after everything. Let me take my leave.” She said grasping Claires hands. 

“Oh, but must you go?” Claire was saddened at the thought of her friend leaving. Of leaving her here alone with Bradley. Not knowing what would happen in the hours to come. 

“You need...” Claire started to say. 

“Now Claire, Lara has a house to maintain herself. If she needs to go let her.” Bradley interrupted Laura as he stood up to get to the door.  

“Right, of course.” Claire said. 

“No. my dear, it is not that.” Lara said, eyeing Bradley. “You truly need your rest. How about we pick everything up tomorrow at my place? Bradley, will you walk her on your way to work?”  

“I’m not sure. She needs her rest after all.” Bradley said. 

“Oh, well then. I guess I could come back here tomorrow!” Lara suggested. 

“No!” Bradley said too sharply. “I, eh mean, um, no. I will walk her to your house on my way to work tomorrow.” His voice trying to play off his sharp no.  

“Then it’s settled then.” Lara ecstatically proclaimed as she rose from the couch. We will see you tomorrow morning then! And if you feel like you can, bring your copy of ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’ and we can make up our book night.” She said while making her way to the front door. “Lily, please gather everyone. We are leaving.” 

“Yes, Miss Du Bois!” A feminine voice called from up the stairs. “We shall be down in a tick.” And like that the slew of people came down the stairs in an orderly manner marching out the front door.  

Claire stood up to see her friend out the door but was quickly shut down by Lara. 

“Stay seated Claire.” Lara’s voice was firm. “Rest. Drink your tea and have some biscuits. You will start to feel better in no time.” The concern for Claire was evident in Lara’s tone and Claire knew that when Lara used that first tone that you had better listen. “I will see you tomorrow morning, Cheerio!” And just like that Lara disappeared through the front door.