#she stayed awake with me while I waited for police

[cal-puddies]

Thank fucking god for @kindahoping4forever . She’s a fucking goddess and was awake in my hour of need. 💜🐢💜🦦🦦

Also thanks to Riggins for scaring off the random guy in our SHED.

Dude, it’s been a night.

[wifey-badalee]

Clearly you’d rather be with her

Part 7

Warnings : mentions of suicide, swearing angst

I'll post then part 2 of this tmr.

You were done feeing the way you did, and worse it was done by the one you love the most. You never would have thought in a million years Alexia would think you were capable of believing you could do something like that,it hurt more than anyone could imagine. She had seen you in your most vulnerable moments and yet she could easily give you up for some lousy girl on the block.

You looked at the bottle of pills in front of you and knew it was wrong but you needed all of this to go away, you didn’t care about the court date or anything. You did want to say goodbye to Alexia though, so you texted her, “I loved you and forever will,even though you betrayed me.”

You took the pills and just started shoving them all down your throat choking while doing it but eventually ate them all. You sat on your bathroom floor and cried and just waited till the lights went out.

To say Alexia was confuse by your message was an understatement, why did you send this to her out of nowhere and why, were you asking for forgiveness and sucking up to her or were you being serious. Her mom walked into the kitchen and asked why she was frowning, Alexia showed her the message and her mom immediately knew. She grabbed Alexia and they both ran our the door.

When they arrived at you house they banged on the door calling your name but got no response, luckily Alexia was strong enough so she brook your door down and rushed to your room , she didn’t find you there so she went to your bathroom and found you unconscious, she immediately panicked and grabbed your face trying to shake you awake , her mom called 911 and then told Alexia to calm down , and you would be alright.

Alexia was far from alright she felt so guilty and mad at herself that she pushed you to suicide. She felt like the worst person on earth, she needed you to wake up so she could ask for forgiveness.

The ambulance arrived and tried cpr and then managed to get your heart pumping again then drove you to the hospital to getting the drugs out. Alexia her mom drove right behind the ambulance, they arrived at the hospital and alexia ran behind the paramedics as they pushed you to the emergency room. The doctors stopped her and told them that they couldn’t enter and needed to stay outside while they help you. Eli called Alba to inform her about what was happening and Olga so happened to hear the conversation, she immediately declared that she was going with Alba to the hospital, Alba didn’t think it was a good idea but she couldn’t stop her.

Alexia was a nervous wreck, she needed to know that you were alive and she needed to apologize even though you were wrong…..but she did say some mean things to you. The doctor then came out and to them that they had gotten the drugs out of your system but you would be unconscious for a while. They thanked the doctor and went to see you. You looked small in the bed and you had dark circles around your eyes from the lack of sleep. Eli looked at you and felt bad, she didn’t Iike you very much but she would never want to see anyone in this situation. Just then Alba and Olga barged in , Olga ran straight to Alexia and embraced her , alexia stood frozen though she felt weird hugging Olga in front of you even though you were asleep. Olga kept checking if she was okay and Alexia said yes while moving her away from her. Alba asked what had happened and Eli explained the whole story. Alba was shocked she didn’t think that this whole situation would drive you to suicide. She felt really bad.

At 8 in the evening the police arrived and the hospital and went to your room, everyone was confused but too exhausted to react, alexia asked the police what they were doing here and the polices reply shocked them beyond words. They explained that evidence was turned in by other gang members a recording of Olga’s voice explaining the break in and the threatening , they played it for them to hear , and Alexia lost it, she pushed the chair and stood up and yelled at Olga. “How on earth could you do that, you fooled me and my family and made us look like fools for believing you while you planned to basically murder my girlfriend, what the hell is wrong with you?”, she yelled.

“ Oh please now your acting like you care about your ‘girlfriend’ really , after all you said to her and believed me over her now you wanna act like her savior, please drop the act, your in love with me and you dont even care about her anymore , my plan wasn’t suppose to go like this, I just needed her to get out of the way Ughh why doesn’t anything go my way!”, Olga replied.

The police took Olga away while alexia and her family reflected on what Olga said and how they treated you. Alexia felt like complete shit she didn’t know what to do with herself she felt disgusted. Her family felt the same way, they treated you Iike an outcast the entire time you dated alexia, because they felt like you didn’t fit , but you did they just didn’t want you to, because they always thought that Olga was more fit for alexia.

Alexia sat next to your bad holding your hand tightly counting the hours down till you woke up so she could apologize and earn your forgiveness, she wished she could take back all the bad things she said to you and did to you. The next morning your eyes fluttered open and you fel hopeless, that you even failed to kill yourself , could you do anything right? You felt a strong hold on your arm when you looked to see what it is you found Alexia’s head laying on your hand, you felt weird for some reason, like you didn’t like it , normally you would find it cute but it wasn’t this time. Alexia stirred and found you awake , she immediately checked to see if you were ok and you reassured her that you were and turned away. Alexia knew you didn’t want to see her and you were still mad but she needed to tell you that she knew everything and wanted to say sorry. She told you that the police came and took Olga away and they proved that she was guilty and she planned all of this, then proceeded to beg for you forgiveness but you just kept your head turned away and ignored her. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy but she was willing to try. Just then her mother and sister walked in with coffee, Eli dropped her coffee on the table and rushed to you, she immediately started apologizing and asking for forgiveness as well, she told you that she thought that you were a bad match for Alexis when in fact she didn’t know you at all, because she never tried to. You just ignored all of them and went back to sleep.

To be continued.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi can I request a oneshot with the team x someone's daughter (idm who) who has POTS and has a bad POTS episode (not fainting tho) and just them helping or smt like that?

BAU team X POTS Teen Reader

Request: Hi can I request a oneshot with the team x someone's daughter (idm who) who has POTS and has a bad POTS episode (not fainting tho) and just them helping or smt like that?

I don't have POTS so I've done research and using the NHS website to help lol

The team are interviewing a teenager who witnessed the unsub kidnapping his next victim who the BAU were chasing, the teen has a pots episode.

Third person pov...

It had been a sunny day, in Louisiana

Y/N L/N was on their way home from a day out with friends, as they walked they routinely took breaks as to not have a POTS episode.

On one break they stood under a shaded area drinking some water, as they did they spotted a man dragging a young girl a couple years younger than they were, they watched as the girl struggled in the man's grip.

She and Y/N made eye contact, the desperation in her eyes made Y/N realise she was being kidnapped, they watched as the man forced the young girl into a white van, they stayed hidden.

After that happened they called the police.

Hours later the FBI show up at Y/Ns house, after reassuring their parents the teen was taken in for questioning about what they saw and if they could help them.

The interrogation room was warm, far to warm for Y/Ns liking, they of course knew it was hot outside but inside was unbearable.

Also they forgot to ask for some water, because of their condition the teen had to keep themselves from becoming to hot and to drink enough fluids otherwise they would faint.

As they sit in the room waiting for the agents to come in they begin taking off their button up shirt they had worn over the top of their tank top.

Soon two agents entered the room where Y/N was waiting, they could see the fear and anxiety in the teen eyes. Their hands were shaking and was fidgeting in their chair.

Morgan and Rossi took the lead in the interview, while the rest of the team observed from the other side of the two-way mirror.

"Now Y/N can you tell us what you saw?' Rossi asked gently, trying to make the teenager feel comfortable.

Y/N took a deep breath and began to recount their experience. They had been walking home from hanging out with friends, when he saw the unsub forcing a young girl into his van.

The H/C teen had immediately called the police but stayed hidden, watching the whole ordeal unfold. They manages to describe the unsub in great detail, from the way he looked to the van and the girl he took.

The team was impressed by the teens bravery and their attention to detail. But suddenly, their eyes screwed up in pain and began grabbing their chest.

Fanning themselves pulling the tank top away from their heated skin. The team were shocked not knowing what was happening to the teen.

Rossi and Derek were quick to the teens side. "Episode" mutters the teen slouching forward, this made Derek leap to catch the teen.

"Whoa there" he catches the teen, gently tapping their face to keep them awake. "Water they need fluid" Yelled Spencer, he had recognise the symptoms of POTS when the teen started fanning themselves during their explanation.

"And call and ambulance!" JJ nods her head as she begins calling for an ambulance.

Hotch then runs off for a bottle of water, as he came back he thew it to Rossi who grabbed it and began opening it for Y/N, he then knelt doen next to the teen.

" Ragazzino (kiddo), come on I need you to drink this for me" he coaxed the teen gently as Derek lifted their head to be able to drink the offered drink.

Y/N begins drinking the water, which helped, they needed lots of fluids during an episode. Spencer then walks into the room. "Ambulance is 5 minutes out, I've read up of POTS we should help them stand up and walk around slowly" explains the Genius.

Derek and Rossi look at each other before nodding. "Okay let's get them up" "on 3. 1..2..3.." together they help Y/N stand up.

Holding them up they trio begin walking slowly around the room to get Y/N moving to help the teens flare up, as they did this the ambulance finally arrived.

Y/N was then taken to hospital, Hotch called their Mum to meet them there, the team all pile into the two black SUVs, all wanting to make sure the teen was okay.

The next day, Y/N is back at the police station, their episode wasn't dangerous one, they had probably overexertered themselves yesterday after watching the kidnapping.

As they walk around they find the FBI agents that took so much care of them, their Mother had insisted on bringing them all home made cookies to thank them.

The teen knocked on the door to the conference room the team was using, everyone was there, Rossi and Derek were surprised to see the teen up and looking healthy again.

"Hey everyone" they wave to the team, the teen walked in holding out the box of cookies. "Thank you for helping me yesterday, Mum made cookies as thanks" they explained opening the box.

The team were shocked, they all reached into the box and grabbed a cookie each, Y/N watched as their faces all lit up at the taste. "Thank you and thank you to your Mother for the cookies" Hotch tells the teen.

Y/N gives them a huge smile. "Also I'm here to help you more, I remembered a few more things, when I have an episode I get brain fog and forgot a few pieces of information" they explained, soon the teen was sat at the table with the team.

The ac on high with a bottle of cold water infront of them. Y/N began telling the agents what they remembered, thanks to their memory they were able to catch the Unsub before he could grab another Victim.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for the wait I've had the worse cold literally all weekend felt like I was dying, finally feeling better again so here is a oneshot for you.

Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1100

[rogueddie]

Steve insisted on staying in Eddies hospital room. He'd only left to use the hospital showers, changing into some of the hospital scrubs that a nurse offered him. He refused to leave, even though it was more difficult to sew his sides back together. The nurse had made sure to scold him every time he so much as hissed at the pain.

He hadn't wanted Eddie to be alone.

That was his excuse anyway. It was more that he was terrified the police would try to arrest him, despite the feds or whoever doing everything they can to clear his name. They'd put together a water tight lie, a near perfect alibi.

Steve didn't trust any of them. And after seeing Eddie, eyes glassy, not breathing… after performing CPR for so long, so hard, that he'd broken ribs… Steve couldn't stand the idea of someone coming in and taking him away when no one is there to stop them.

Eddie doesn't wake up for a week. Dustin hadn't been sure how long it had taken for Steve to get to them, or how long it took for the CPR to resuscitate him. The doctors had made sure they all understood that Eddie might still have some brain damage. They had no way of telling with him still unconscious.

Steve is stretching, just woken up to the now familiar ache in his sides that are surely signs of his bites healing wrong, when he looks over to Eddie and sees his eyes open.

"Eddie?" Steve blinks. Then, it hits him. "Eddie! You're awake! Are you ok? What do you remember?"

"Steve?" Eddie's voice is more of a croak.

Steve quickly grabs the cup of water on the side with a straw in that he'd set up just in case. He holds it up, gently pushing Eddies arms down when he tries to reach for it himself. "Don't, let me, you'll pull your stitches."

"What happened?" Eddie asks, once he's drank the whole thing.

"Too much to explain right now, but... when we got back to you and and Dustin, you- you were..." Steve clears his throat, grips the bars on the side of Eddies hospital bed. "Sorry, by the way. I kinda broke your ribs while doing the whole CPR thing."

"Oh. So I did die?"

"Technically. But that's something you'll have to talk to Dustin about. Kids really torn up."

Eddie winces, has the decency to look ashamed. "Sorry. I didn't think it would... doesn't matter now. Uh, how's Max?"

"Complicated. But she's alive, just about."

"So it worked?"

Steve hesitated, hated that Eddie looked so hopeful. But he'd find out sooner or later.

"No. He's still alive, somewhere. The gates are open, a lot of houses and shit around town are destroyed... we don't know how she came back, but Max did die. She's still in a coma. They don't think she'll wake up." His voice cracks, throat tight at the memory of Max in her hospital bed, covered in casts.

"Oh, Steve," Eddie whispers. Horrifyingly, he doesn't look scared- he looks sympathetic. He shifts, best he can, patting his bed. "Sit down, man. How long have you been here?"

"Uh, right," Steve mutters, awkwardly perching on the little space. "I haven't really... left."

"Ok... so, how long have we been here?"

"A week."

Steves glances over when Eddie pulls his hand up, so he can comfortably hold it between both of his own. He eyes Steve, looking a little confused, like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you stay? I'd understand a few days, but... a week?"

Steve looks down to their hands. Eddies hands look wrong without their rings. "I wanted to."

"Why?" Eddie waits a long moment, but Steves throat feels too tight to answer. Eddie huffs, looks a little amused. "Alright, Harrington. Not today. But I expect an answer one day. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Great. I'm going back to sleep." Eddie doesn't let go of his hand though- actually pulls him back when he tried to pull away. "Ah, not so fast. I don't see any beds in here. You look as tired as I feel. Lay down."

"But your stitches-"

"Will be fine. Come on."

Steve glances towards the door, nurses bustling past their room. But, when he looks back to Eddie, he's giving Steve wide, sad, puppy-dog eyes. And Steve only has so much willpower.

He moves slowly, carefully, curling so he isn't pressing up to Eddies lower torso and the worst of his wounds. He rests his cheek on his shoulder, surprised that it isn't as uncomfortable as he thought it'd be.

When he glances up, Eddie is grinning at him, wide and smug.

[staytinyville]

OUTLAW (5)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy / Wild West AU

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Warnings: None

“Sweetie, you already had your night shift turn. Are you sure you want to do it again?” Your father questioned you. 

You gave him a bright smile, trying your best to act the part. “Of course it’s fine. Really. I want to spend the time alone. I’ll be fine.”

Your father squinted his eyes, moving to say something else but your mother stopped him. “I have to go make dinner soon, dear. I’m sure (Y/N) will be just fine.” She gave you a teasing smile over your dad’s shoulders. “Besides there are two nice police officers staying on the first floor should there be trouble.”

You grimace but immediately grinned when both of your parents looked at you. While your mother seemed to be thinking something else, her words eased your father. “Alright. Be careful. We will see you in the morning.”

You gave them both hugs goodbye, waving at them from the door. When they made it out the back and began their trek to your family home, you turned back around and began your night chores. 

You noticed you tried to finish them quickly, wanting to reach a specific room quicker than normal. You were thankful for the patrons not wanting many things which allowed you freetime to get to where you wanted. 

When you had done what you needed to, you waited outside the door for a moment, trying to build up the courage to knock. You raised your hand before you chickened out and rapped your knuckles along the wood. 

Jongho opened up the door, allowing you room to walk in. The other man was sitting in the chair you often occupied while speaking with Yeosang who seemed to be conscious. 

“You’re awake.” You called to him. He gave you a breathtaking smile in return.

“Yes, thanks to the medicine.” He answered. “All I need now is to clean the rest of the wound. The pills left should be enough to aid the healing process for the next few days.”

You nodded your head quickly, moving to unwrap the man from the sheets that were stained red. “I’ll help you with that.” 

“We’re going to go see the others.” The tall officer spoke to you two. “We’ll be back in a moment.”

“If you so much as do anything-”

“I don’t need wanted criminals to be on the hunt for me or my family.” You spoke up, not daring to look at the two. Yeosang had a grin on his face as he listened to your conversation. He just knew each of his friends who would have trouble befriending you. 

Yunho looked to Yeosang, getting a nod in return. “Do be careful.”

Yeosang noticed your fingers pause just for a moment before resuming the chore of removing his makeshift gauze. With the man conscious, he was able to move just the tiniest of bits to make the whole thing easier for you. 

You decided on washing his skin before addressing the wound. For now it was best to allow it to breathe some before closing it off once more. There was silence that both of you seemed to find no trouble in enjoying. However Yeosang took a few moments to take a look at you. 

It didn’t seem to bother you much to look at him with the top half of his clothing. You didn’t so much as seem phased with seeing his torso. Most women he had come across seemed to shy away from the advances his comrades gave them, giggling and blushing red. However he figured maybe things weren’t the same when you thought you were going to die. 

“They won’t kill you.” He expressed. 

You stopped wiping the rag along his collarbone, trying to fight off the smile from your face at hearing his deep voice. You could hear the small lisps he had which you found to be adorable. 

“I don’t think anyone would want to risk it.” You answered. “As I told your friend. We’re both walking on eggshells.”

Yeosang sighed, hands moving to the back of his head to give you space. “We’re not like that.”

There it was again, the way he spoke making it seem like everything he said was correct. At least in this case it might have been. He knew what to say to calm you down. He also wasn’t worried about giving away too much about his gang. 

“I believe you.” You told him. 

Yeosang took a moment to glance over your face, titling his head in thought. “Is that why you act the way you do? Because you know we won’t kill you?”

“Oh no. I wholeheartedly thought I would die at one point.” You shook your head. “You just have such sincerity in the way you speak that it calms me down.”

Yeosang pulled his lip into a thin line, his cheeks turning pink from the compliment. 

“Does my attitude bother you?” You asked him, continuing the rag down his chest. 

“I find it entertaining.”

You patted his chest, pursing your lips. There weren't many people who complimented you on the way you acted. Even your family would make jokes about the way you were. They didn’t shun you for it but you were still often the bunt of the jokes when it came to people talking about their children. 

‘Oh yes. It’s (Y/N) we are worried about. She is way too independent for her own good. Who knows if a man would be willing to marry her.’

It didn’t hurt to have them think that way. It’s not like they ever stressed you to go out and find someone. They weren’t people who forced their kids out of the house. Maybe it was because they had hands available to work in the hotel but they never outright expressed their thoughts about you leaving the house. 

“My family has always told me I was too independent. I guess I never grew out of it and it caused me to have a mouth.” You tried to joke. “Glad to know my personality tickles your funny bone.”

“I’ve been with the boys for a long while. Each has their own ways of talking to people. It’s enjoyable to watch them argue with someone else who they won’t beat to a pulp.” The man explained to you.

“Lucky me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m assuming you’re the one who avoids violence?”

“I’m part of a gang; it’s inevitable. I will say I enjoy the medicinal things a bit more.”

“I’ve been told.” You drop your rag into the water bowl, moving to get the medical supplies to clean his wound. “This might sting a little.”

Yeosang sucked in a deep breath when the cold solution of iodine touched his infected wound. It stung but nothing he couldn't handle. When you finished the disinfection, you moved onto the gauze. 

“Bear with me.” You told him, moving his body. He was able to lift his hips just enough to where you could roll the bandage under his torso. You were glad he was looking better at that point. You had no clue if you were going to be able to move him yourself. 

“Thank you.” Yeosang told you once you tightened the gauze. 

“You’re welcome.” You smiled down at him. 

“Yeosang.” He introduced himself. “My name is Yeosang.”

You felt your cheeks heat up with the look he gave you. It was warm, with a small smile playing on his lips. “Nice to meet you, Yeosang. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to see you’re still here, Sweetheart.” Wooyoung stuck his head through the windowsill, grinning at the two of you. 

You sighed in annoyance, rolling your eyes. Turning around in the chair, you noticed all seven of the men climb back through the window, each taking up space in the room once more. 

“I see you’re awake, Yeosang.” You moved out of the way, avoiding coming in contact with the blue haired man. 

While Yeosang told you they wouldn’t hurt you, he seemed to be the most hostile compared to the rest. At least when it came to his members. 

“All thanks to the girl, Captain.” Yeosang spoke up. 

“I brought you some food.” The one who hadn’t spoken to you yesterday grew closer to the bed with a plate in hand. “Jongho brought us a good amount of herbs and spices. Tried a new recipe.”

“Can you sit up?” Hongjoong asked. 

San and Wooyoung moved to either side of Yeosang, helping the man sit up a bit more in bed. You flinched and were about to reach out when you noticed the man’s pained expression. But it quickly was wiped from his face. 

“Thanks, Hwa.” Yeosang told the man as he spooned some food into his mouth. 

You watched as they all seemed to get comfortable, arguing over the order in which the shower was to be used. They all joked together and it brought a smile to your face to notice how close they actually were. There was a lot you were missing to their story, but watching them you wouldn’t think they were criminals. 

“I’ll take my leave.” You spoke up when they all settled down after Mingi had walked into the bathroom. Just as you were going to turn, a voice spoke up from the middle of the room. 

“Thank you.” Hongjoong called out.

“No problem.” You answered. With one last glance at all the men, you moved the door open. Before walking out though, you spoke over your shoulder. “I do hope you know I’m going to charge extra for the stained sheets.

“What!?”

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@thefrog3223 , @iarayara ,

[simpcityy]

Where is My Freedom? (Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You went over to greet your new next-door neighbor only be greeted by a handsome and hunk of a man.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mavel or any of its characters! This is a 3-part series so the first part will feel incomplete because it is.

Word count: Around 2K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), mentions of injuries, abusive husband, physical and mental abuse, Angst if it counts, Hot single dad Miguel 😉, being called wife.

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

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It was early in the morning, and you were up baking some welcoming goodies to your next-door neighbors who were busy moving in their boxes into their new home. You tensed feeling the creek of the stairs, it meant your husband was awake getting ready for work. You slowly calm yourself and continue on baking some chocolate chip cookies. “Look at you up early in the morning” Your husband mutters walking over to you, peering over your shoulder as you continue mixing the batter. You only nod, having no strength to answer back. He walked over to the window glaring at the moving truck “Damn neighbors making too much noise this early in the morning” He mutters while you only kept quiet.  His boots make heavy steps as he walks around the kitchen, each of those steps making you tense more and more. “I’m going to be staying at the police station late tonight so don’t expect me for dinner.” He grabs his cup of coffee and heads to you, “Rex is asleep still” He mentioned your son. Oh, your sweet loving toddler who didn’t deserve this broken family. You only nod again, your mouth too dry to give a response back. He gently grabs your chin making you look at him “I told you if you did what you were told, I wouldn’t have to hurt you.” He whispers, “You know how much it hurts me when you’re in pain” He adds on before pecking your lips and walks to the door. “Make sure to give a great impression to the new neighbors, don’t want them thinking we’re rude or anything” He commands before closing the door. The moment your ears picked up the door being locked you took a deep breath. You wiped your mouth from his kiss and rubbed your chin with your long sleeve from his dirty hands. They were cleaned but you only vision his bloody hands ever since the first day he laid his hands or rather fist on you. 

You resume baking, while the cookies lay on the tray in the oven, you take this moment to go upstairs and check on your boy. Hearing the laughter and sound of toys being thrown made you smile. Forgetting everything that happened not long ago with your husband, “Good morning!” You coo to Rex who only coo back happy to see you. “Let's get you dressed and give these cookies to the new neighbors!” You felt the imaginary shackle around your neck break whenever your husband was away from home, knowing he was the one at the end of the chain pulling you down from reaching the clouds of freedom. Your son only bounces on his crib waiting to start the day with his mashed peas. After getting the toddler ready who never makes it easy with his excitement, you finally placed the cookies into a nice platter and wrapped them with a plastic wrap. “Alright, let’s get this started. Remember to smile” You picked up the boy and grabbed the plate. 

Walking down your front yard you saw a little girl playing with chalk on the sidewalk. Right away, you knew this young girl was your new neighbor. Looking around for her parents, you walked up to her after seeing no adult. “Hello there” You gave her the friendliest smile you could muster to not scare the girl. Once you had her attention you continued, “I’m your neighbor from next door, I’ve been wondering where your parents are so I can give you all a welcoming gift” You have to admit, the kid was adorable with what appears to be a soccer jersey. “My Name is Gabriella! “The girl stands up from the sidewalk before spotting the cookies, gasping “I’ll bring my dad!” She yells before running inside the house trying not to bump into the boxes that were placed outside in the lawn. You patiently waited smiling, finding her more adorable and wanting to pinch her cheek but stopped yourself before she ran off. Shifting your son on your hip you heard Gabriella. “Come on!”, “Ya Voy* Briella. A gruff voice response back to her.  

Looking up you were stunned seeing a handsome man that appeared to be her father. He was much taller than your husband and definitely could tell this man works out a lot compared to your husband. You quickly shook those thoughts away ‘Bad (Y/N), he could be a married man and you are married yourself!’ you scold yourself internally before looking up giving a small smile “ I’m sorry if this is a bad time, I wanted to introduce myself.” You finally found your voice before losing it again when the man literally towers over you. It makes you feel weak in the knees and your mind starts to wander over to some little inappropriate thoughts before scolding yourself again mentally. Finding your voice once again once those thoughts were away, “I’m (Y/N) and my son Rex. We’re your next-door neighbor” You nod over to your house. “I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood” You lifted the tray of cookies to him. “I made cookies as well.” Gabriella held on to her father's leg smiling at the mention of cookies. “Gracias*, thank you.” He gently takes the tray before looking down at you. “I’m Miguel, thank you for the warm welcome. I know Briella appreciates the gift” He looked at his daughter smiling softly at her before a frown returned to his face. The only thing you could think was, ‘Wow. His resting bitch face is even hot.’ 

“Yes, thank you!” Gabriella says before hugging your waist. You only smile feeling free with this interaction with your new neighbors, a feeling you know won’t last that long. Letting out a soft chuckle, you pat her head “I made them this morning, so they are nice and fresh.” You put Rex down and held his hand getting tired from carrying him. “Was that your husband who left not long ago?” You tense hearing Miguel mention about your husband. Your mouth begins to dry up thinking about him. You only nod and let out a quiet yes. You look over hearing Rex giggle as Gabriella plays peek-a-boo with him. You smile at the interaction before calming down “Yeah, that was my husband, He left in a rush to work. He’s a cop so he’s super busy but I promise you…he’s a good guy…” You say the last part more quietly. You were never one to lie but you didn’t need your new neighbors to know how abusive this bastard was. “Policeman? I see, I guess he’s a busy man” He looks at you, his sharp eye making you go weak. You only nod before looking at Rex. “I should get going, I need to feed Rex.” You excuse yourself “I hope the cookies are to your liking.” Picking up your son, you walk to your door looking back waving as Gabriella waves back happily. 

Miguel only stares as you walk in, the door closing behind you. He looked at the cookies, after being spider-man for 2 years now, he knew something was wrong with you. He saw how you tensed up hearing about your husband. He saw the way your husband glared at him when he walked to his car for work. It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together. He sighs before looking at his daughter. “Vamos adentro*, let’s eat the cookies” He smiles at his daughter walking inside. 

Afternoon stroll by and you were in the front yard cleaning up the toys Rex had left outside when you were gardening your flowers. After the busy play time, it knocked the boy out and it left you time to wind down. After putting the toys in the bin, you heard footsteps approaching you. Turning around you were met with Miguel blocking the sun with his height. “Miguel, how can I help?” You were surprised from forming a sentence without stuttering. Miguel lets a small smile that makes your heart jump. “I wanted to return the favor, toma*” You stand up seeing your plate with something in it. “Empanadas” He explains as you take the plate smiling. Thanking him, you smelled them. “They smell so good!” You beamed which made the giant blushed a bit before trying to return to his normal frown. “Fresh so it’s better to enjoy them now.” He looks at you watching the empanadas in amazement. You look up before grabbing his wrist gently. “What are you doing?” He panicked a bit before you gently made him sit down on the step of the porch with you. “I know you made them for me and my family, but I want to enjoy them with you.” You smile finding this courage in you to befriend the stranger, well handsome stranger in a way your husband would disapprove. Miguel lets out a quiet chuckle getting comfortable and grabs one empanada. “Ever had one?” He asked as you shook your head no. He lets out a small smile “I promise you’re going to enjoy them, vecinita*” He assures you. 

Your husband drove into the driveway of your house. He came home earlier as someone else was covering his shift. He looks at the passenger side holding a box that contains a gift for you like he always does whenever he hurts you. He grabs it before crushing the small box seeing you smiling and laughing with Miguel, having a good time together. He frowns and gets out of the car leaving the gift behind. He walked up to the gate and put on a smile “I see you’re our new neighbor!” He waves at Miguel; he watches the color drain from your face as you hear him. You quickly stand up “Miguel, this is my husband” You look away quickly. Miguel looks at you, noticing the change in behavior. He looks back at your husband “Miguel, nice to meet you "His voice gruff as he was peering down at him. Your husband stood his ground shaking hands with him “I wish we could talk but I’m tired from a long shift. I hope to get to know you better.” He looks at Miguels eyes before turning to you, holding you by the waist. “If you excuse us” He guides you back inside. You only look back at Miguel before the door closes, signaling you that freedom is gone once again. 

Midnight rolled and you sat in your backyard after having a heated argument with your husband. You applied some liquid bandage on your arm, he threw a glass at you, nothing new to you. You let out a sigh before hissing as the liquid burned when sprayed on. “This is my fault.” You whisper out loud as your husband's manipulation starts to work on you. He yelled how it was your fault wanting to ruin this family and how he works hard for this family. You only make things worse according to him. 

“ You’re wrong” 

You look up gasping at the voice above you. You hold the liquid bandage spray close ready to spray the intruder. “Easy, I want to be able to see” Miguel holds his hands up. You sigh in relief and put the spray down before looking at him “What are you doing here?” You whisper not wanting your husband to wake up. Miguel sat next to you and looked at the first aid kit, noticing how it’s almost empty. ‘I’m guessing it happens a lot’ He concludes to himself before speaking “I heard…the argument and I wanted to see if you’re okay.” He looks at her mumbling as his fangs get in the way. “So…estas bien*?” He asked. You only sigh “No…I…Yes I'm okay…who am I kidding…no I’m not okay but there is nothing I can do” You whisper, “ I’m stuck with him…I don’t have the money to leave him and…I know I need a stable job and place for my son or…he’ll take him away from me…everything is not okay” You whisper before crying silently having enough. Miguel only watches not knowing what to do before slowly embracing you. “Let it out…you’ve been holding it in” He rubs your back. You felt warm and safe in his arms. “I just want to be happy…I always question myself, where is my freedom?” You sobbed into his arms. Miguel only holds you close as he only met you for one day. He knows you need help, not because he’s spider-man but because he’s your neighbor and you look too sweet to go through this. “You just need the key…the key to that freedom” He whispers looking at you. You slowly calmed down thinking of what he said. Key? The key that unlocks the shackle around your neck. What can it be? You look up at Miguel, the moon shining his face making him breathtaking, “Key…” You whisper before looking at his eyes. 

I think I found my key. 

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Author Notes: Thank you so much for reading and sorry for any grammar mistakes, I hope you all enjoyed it. As you can see...I fell in the Miguel O'hara loophole...I don't want to be save, I want to keep falling in it for a bit longer. Welcome to ask anything! Welcome to the Simp City population: 1 (me so far)

Spanish Translation: 1.Ya Voy - I'm going or I'm coming 2. Gracias - Thank you 3. Vamos Adentro - Let's go inside 4. Toma- Here or take this 5. Vecinita - Little Neighbor 6. Estas Bien- Are you okay or you good?

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“Invisible String” 2/2 (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)

Summary: It’s been three months since you’ve no contact with Rafe. Then one random night he calls you in the middle of the night to tell you that he’s been shot.

Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t beta’d, angst, reader is in love with Rafe

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Rafe hasn’t left your mind since you got back from winter break.

The last few days of winter break was a blur. You had cried the entire ride back to your house where Wheezie and Cane were waiting for you.

So you knew you had to pull yourself together so Wheezie wouldn’t worry, but she already knew. She knew how it was going to end the second you left to go looking for her brother.

He’s changed since you left for college and Wheezie definitely noticed. Her and him weren’t close but anyone with eyes could see how you made Rafe better.

“What did he say?” Wheezie had asked you when you walked back through the door. “He uh.. he said he didn’t want to leave. How long has been like this?” You asked. “I think it was sometime after he helped you move to college,”

The conversation echoed through your head. The incessant buzzing from your phone pulled you out of your sleep. You’d hardly call it sleep. All you were doing was closing your eyes while your thoughts went rampid.

Picking up your phone, your eyes widened when Rafe’s picture appeared on your phone. You had immediately answered, not caring if you looked desperate.

You missed him. You missed how things were before you went to Duke. You weren’t sure what you expected when you picked up but anything would have worked for you.

“Rafe?” You whispered, not wanting to wake your roommate. All you heard was Rafe’s heavy breathing. “Hello?”

“Y/N? Y/N, I-“ he choked on a cough, “I need you. I-I’ve been shot,” “Oh my God. Send me your location now, Rafe! I’ll call the police. Just put pressure on the wound.” “Okay, okay,” tears swelled in your eyes when you heard his strained voice. Your phone chimed with his location.

“Is it bad?” You asked, but you were answered with pained groans. “Rafe! Tell me how bad is it?” Your roommate stirred in her bed but you didn’t care at this point.

“I got hit.. in my leg,” Your heart was beating in your ears at this point. You prayed that he wasn’t hit in his femoral artery. He would bleed out in seconds.

“Just apply pressure to the wound okay?” You tell him. Jumping off your bed, you took your roommate’s phone in your hands. Swiping to the emergency screen on her phone, you dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” “Hello? Um my friend was just shot in the leg,” you gave her the address and she deployed the ambulance. She said it was six minutes out. You just hoped that he has that long.

“Okay, thank you so much.” You said to the operator before hanging up. “Rafe, you still there? The ambulance is six minutes away. You have to be awake when they get there, okay?” “Okay,” he says faintly.

“I mean it, Rafe. Do. Not. Close. Your. Eyes.” “I said okay, Y/N.” You let out a shaky sigh. Putting him on speaker, you rushed to put on the nearest sweatpants and sweater.

Slipping on your favorite pair of fuzzy crocs, you grabbed your purse and ran out of the dorm. “Are you running?” He asks once he heard your uneven breathing. “I’m running to my car. Yeah. I’m coming to Outter Banks,” You unlocked the car and tossed your purse in the passenger seat as you slid in.

“No. I’ll be okay, baby. You don’t have to-“ “I’m going. You’re not going to change my mind. Just focus on staying awake, Rafe.” Starting the car, you reversed out of the spot and made your way to the freeway you know very well.

He hums in response. Wait a second, did he just call you baby?

“Rafe?” You croaked, your chest heaved as you tried to control your sobs when you didn’t hear anything. You couldn’t even hear his breathing.

“Please don’t die,” you begged. Not a few moments later, you heard a door burst open and the sound of a radio getting closer.

“Oh Thank God,” you said, wiping away some of your tears. The commotion from tending to his wounds and putting him on a gurney calmed you. At least he was getting the help that he needed.

You heard small clips of information from the EMT saying that the bullet didn’t nick the femoral artery, which was your main concern.

The last thing you heard was the door slamming shut. The sirens sounded further and further from the phone and you took that as a sign to hang up. Once you clicked the red button, your breath caught in your throat from how frantic you were sobbing.

You pressed a hand on your chest to control yourself but your breathing only came in short gasps. You pulled over to the side of the road, your throat scratched raw from the crying.

“Whoa, what’s happening?” Rafe knelt down next to you. His hands cupped your cheeks and lifted up so you were looking at him.

“What’s going on?” “Can’t-can’t breathe,” you choked out. Tears blurred your vision and you could barely feel your hands at this point.

Rafe looked unsure of what to do. He scanned your body for injuries and didn’t see anything. You weren’t even bleeding. “Should I call an ambulance?”

You shook your head no and pushed his hands away from your face as you tried to take a deep breath. “Panic atta..” you lungs contracted and burned from the lack of oxygen.

“Panic attack? You’re having a panic attack? Oh shit, okay.” He took your hands into his and rubbed the back of your hands with his thumb.

“Okay, I need you to follow what I’m saying. Alright? Take some deep breathes with me,” you tried to say that you couldn’t but the words caught in your throat.

“In,” he inhaled deeply, “Out,” he said on the exhale. Your eyes searched his as you subconsciously followed what he was saying. In. Out.

“How did you do that?” “Wheezie used to have panic attacks whenever we tried to take her to school. There was this kid bullying her,” Rafe explains.

“But what’s going on? Why are you panicking?” He adds, squeezing your hands. “I’m scared of boats,” you hesitate and Rafe was quiet for a moment.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me anything?” He snaps. “I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you snapped back. “I wouldn’t do that,” “You did before,” you tried to pull away from his hands but he kept his grip.

“I wouldn’t have teased you for that. You need to promise me that next time you’re nervous about something, you tell me.” “Say it,” he adds.

“I promise,” “Good. I’ll tell the boys to turn the boat around,” your eyes widen when he goes to stand up. “No! No, I’ll be okay. I just have to thug it out,”

“You don’t have to thug anything out. You’re uncomfortable. That’s enough reason for me.” “Rafe, please.”

He stares at you and watched as you wiped away the tears before they dried on your cheeks. “Fine, but I’m staying down here with you,”

“Thank you,” you said after a few moments of silence. “Of course,”

The memory relaxed you the point where your breathing was back to normal. Resting your head against the seat, you take a moment to compose yourself before merging back on the highway.

By the time you got to Outter Banks, the sun had risen and your eyes felt heavy. But you had to see him.

“Hi, I’m here for Rafe Cameron,” you told the nurse at the front desk.

“Are you alright, ma’am? You look like you’re about to pass out,” “Oh, no. I’m fine. I’ve just been driving all night to get here.”

“You should sit down,” “I will. Once I see him, please.” “Are you family?” “Practically, yes.” “Well we can’t allow non-family members back in the rooms, miss. It’s policy.”

“Ma’am, has anyone been in to see him since he’s been here?” You asked. She checked the log on the computer.

“No, they haven’t.” “Well I assure you that’s not going to change. He’s.. separated from his family. They practically disowned him. Please ma’am. I’m all he has and I thought he wasn’t going to make it.” Your voice became shaky over the last few words.

She gives you a sympathetic look. “Of course, sweetie. I’m so sorry to hear that. He’s in room 208.” “Thank you,” you said breathlessly.

Moving to walk down the hall, she calls after you. “I’ll have a nurse come in to check your vitals just in case, alright?”

“Okay,” you gave her an appreciative look before going to find Rafe’s room.

Thankfully it was the third room on the left. For the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again.

Rafe’s eyes snapped from the TV to you and he let out a breath. “Y/N,” Rafe says, attempting to sit up. “You look.. you don’t look good, Rafe.”

You were hesitant in entering the room.

He was in worse shape than you thought. He had a black eye and a busted lip. He had a few bruises littering his left cheek.

His right leg was wrapped and elevated to prevent swelling. If that’s just what his face looked like, you could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

“I know you probably hate me right now,” “I don’t hate you, Rafe.” You finally crossed the threshold and approached his bed side.

“Oh God,” you covered your mouth at when you got a closer look at his injuries. “I’m so sorry,” you croaked, tears staining your cheeks. “It’s not your fault,” “Did you need surgery?”

“Yeah, one of my kidneys ruptured so they went in to fix it.” You let out a sob in your hand as the realization came in front of you.

If you hadn’t called the ambulance when you did, Rafe wouldn’t be alive right now.

“I’m surprised you came,” “Of course I came. You’re my best friend. Just because we had a break from things, doesn’t mean you stopped being my best friend.” You reassured, you watched tears run down his cheeks. He groaned as he tried to sit up once again and reached for you.

You wrapped your arms around him, careful not to apply too much pressure. But he didn’t care as he proceeded to crush you with his arms.

“I fucked up, Y/N. I am so sorry.” He says into your neck. You pulled away and held his face, examining his injuries at a closer look when you felt a weird sensation behind your eyes.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Rafe’s voice sounded like it was a mile away.

Your body felt like you were levitating off the ground and black wisps crept into your vision. You must of fell because you felt the cold tile of the hospital floor against your cheek.

You could feel the blood rushing to your face, the left side of your face felt warm. The last thing you heard was Rafe yelling for a nurse.

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Eight

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 3,093

Summary: Azha gets released from the hospital and gets to show Lando a slice of her home life. She reminisces on the old times as worries about her future sink in.

Warnings: anxieties regarding future, Lando and Azha are so cringe, Lando has no rizz.

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Third Person POV

Azha lay asleep in her hospital bed after being questioned by two detectives about her crash. Although she couldn’t give them much details because all she could remember was that she was home with her family. She didn’t remember the race let alone her argument with Lando or anything else that occurred that night. She didn’t want to believe the things everyone was telling her. If Nova and Sariyah couldn’t fight girls in high school, what makes police think they would be able to pull off attempted murder? She was due to be released from the hospital in the morning after the doctors had seen how much her condition was improving. Boy was she ready, she missed eating real food and missed her actual bed. Ja Khel and the group had returned home during the week to help prepare the house for her return. She would be staying downstairs until her leg had fully healed and she was able to walk again much to her dismay. They had added a wheelchair ramp at the front of the house and the back by the garage after finding out Azha would have to use one for the first six to nine months of her being home. Plus crutches as well. The girl refused to use a wheelchair unless it was an electric scooter, not wanting to have to depend on anyone to help her. 

Knowing the girl she would somehow make the scooter faster than normal. Kiara had visited yesterday after hearing about the accident, the woman was furious to just be finding out but was grateful her friend and client was alive. The two would have a meeting with Formula Drift soon to discuss what would happen now considering the circumstances. Little did she know, Lando would be staying with the group. The man insisted while he boarded his flight that he stay and help with anything, it was the least he could do. Thankfully during the crash, her phone was not damaged although she was due for an upgrade she thought. Soon enough Ja Khel’s phone vibrated with a message from Lando saying he was landing soon. After replying he was on his way to get the Brit, he kissed Giana and his sisters on their heads and he left. 

Azha’s POV

Opening my eyes I see the group was back but Ja Khel was missing. Hopefully he went to go get actual food, I hate hospital food. I need a greasy burger or something fatty. Not whatever the hell they think this so-called stuff is they call “food”. Although the veggies are good I can’t deny that. I would miss my nurses and doctor, I need to give them some gifts after I leave. I grabbed the remote for the tv, clicking through channels until I landed on old WWE matches from the 2000s. God Edge was such a hottie, still is who am I kidding. The long hair, the smirk, everything. He is sex appeal wrapped into one man alongside Shawn Michaels. Settling back into bed with my eyes trained on the screen, the door to my room opened. “Ah you're awake.” my nurse, Layla said. I nodded as she walked in with a cup of water and my meds. I hated taking pill medication, which makes me want to puke every time. Call me childish. I don't care. I take the cup then place the water in my mouth before swallowing the pills. I opened my mouth showing her they were taken and she nodded her head happy I was complying. She left afterwards and I went back to watching my imaginary baby father wrestle. 

Third Person POV

Lando’s plane had landed just a while ago and he was now headed to the baggage claim. Soon after finding his luggage he received a text from Ja Khel letting him know he was outside waiting. He pulled his hoodie around his face hoping to leave the airport without being spotted by paparazzi or fans, not that he was ungrateful for his fans, he just didn't want to waste any more time being away from Azha. He’s done that plenty enough recently. Walking outside he instantly spots Ja Khel’s suburban. Not that it was difficult to ever find. Especially with the bass beating you could hear from the outside of the car. Lando placed his luggage in the trunk before climbing into the passenger seat. Ball w/o you by 21 Savage played through the speakers as they pulled off from the airport. “Have you eaten anything?” Ja Khel asked the younger male. The Brit shook his head no. “Perfect, Azha is getting tired of the food at the hospital so we can stop to get breakfast before heading there. I know just the place” Ja Khel responded. The pair drove and listened to more music before pulling to a quaint spot, ‘Honey Honey Cafe & Crepery’. The pair were in and out after ordering and tipping the staff then on their way to the hospital. Lando began to feel his stomach twist in anticipation, what if Azha didn't want him there? Would she be happy to see him? But the Brit didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts because he had arrived at their destination. Ja Khel stopped Lando before the two excited the vehicle, “You want to surprise her?” He asked. Lando nodded. “Okay so you take yours and her breakfast, you can walk in after me. She’ll ask where her food is and then you walk in. I know she will freak out, but it will be a good reaction.” Ja Khel explained before the two headed into the hospital. Hopefully it’ll be a good reaction, Lando thought.

Azha’s POV

God where is Ja Khel, I doubt it would have taken this long to get my discharge papers. Sighing I pull the blanket closer to me trying to stay warm. Soon enough another knock sounded through the room, I looked at the clock it read, 7:26 am, it couldn’t be my nurses checking on me since one was just here. “Hey, hey it's freedom day for you.” Ja Khel spoke walking in with some to go boxes. Finally, real food. He handed Jirani. Giana, Liana, and Keyani their breakfast before sitting down opening his. “Excuse you motherfucker, where is mine and how dare you?” I scoffed, crossing my arms like a toddler. Then another pair of footsteps walked into my room. I looked and there he stood. Lando. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach twisted. I looked at my brother then back to the Brit as he stood awkwardly shuffling from one foot to the other. Then I noticed he had two of the same boxes everyone else had. “Surprise.” Ja Khel spoke. “I don’t bite you know. You don’t have to stand there.” I whispered. Lando walked over handing me the top box before he sat in the chair next to the bed. 

The group then stood to their feet and walked out deciding to give us privacy to talk. I opened the box and seen two crepes; one with strawberries, bananas, kiwis, cinnamon, and brown sugar. The other had strawberries. bananas, and what I am assuming was Nutella. “I wasn't sure which one you would like more so I got both.” Lando said. I looked at him in shock, “You didn't have to do that Lando.” I whispered, he shook his head. “I know I didn't have to, I did it because I wanted to.” He said. I began to cut them into smaller pieces before looking at his box. “What did you get?” “Nutella. strawberries. chocolate syrup and bananas.” He answered. I nodded before eating a piece of the kiwi one. I hummed in satisfaction, he smiled softly at me “Good?” He questioned after taking a bite of his. I nodded and took another piece holding it out for him. He accepted and began to chew while having a thoughtful look on his face. He nodded and then offered me a piece of his. I accepted, wow was it amazing. We ate in silence for a few more minutes before I spoke, “I’m sorry. For everything that has happened. It should have never gotten as far as it did.” He shook his head, “I should be the one apologizing. I accept yours however but still I was the one who started everything when we argued in Jamaica. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I hope you can forgive me.” He apologized. I felt my heart begin to break seeing him look so vulnerable. “How about we start over? Hi I’m Azha, nice to meet you.” I asked, sticking out my hand. He placed his hand in mine shaking it and nodded, “Hi I’m Lando nice to meet you as well Azha.” We smiled at each other, feeling the weight be lifted off our shoulders.

We had finished our breakfast, stealing bites of the other’s and were now watching Moana, my favorite Disney movie alongside Princess and The Frog, on his phone. My head laid on his chest as the part where Moana said goodbye to her grandmother played. I sniffled feeling the tears well up in my eyes. “Are you crying?” Lando whispered while keeping his attention on the movie. “No.” I sniffled again, I felt him wrap his arms around me pulling us closer together. “It’s alright love, her grandmother knows she's doing the right thing. She’ll be by her side.” He tried to comfort me. I wiped my eyes, “I know but it doesn't make it any less sadder.” I replied as he began to draw random designs comfortingly into my skin. “How long are you staying?” I questioned. “For however long you let me,” he replied. The word ‘Forever’ rang out in my brain. I nodded in response, “You’ll finally see my house.” I told him. He pauses the movie and looks at me, “The house we’ve been at isn’t yours?” He asked, I smiled and shook my head no. “It’s Ja Khel’s house. But we all agreed it would be better if I stayed at my own place while I recovered so I could get some actual rest and not have to worry about hyper kids. Which is understandable, until I’m able to use my leg at least 75% I won’t really see the kids.” I explained. Lando nodded, “So who is taking care of you?” He asked, “Liana will be staying there too. So there's three of us. Jirani and Keyani live down the road.” I shrugged. I hadn’t really had the chance to look at him fully in depth when he walked in my hospital room. He looked beautiful. Albeit dorky with his glasses but they accentuated his beautiful watercolor eyes. “Is there something wrong with my face?” He whispered. I blushed knowing I had been caught, “No. Nothing, perfectly fine.” I say before grabbing his phone and resuming our movie.

Finally at 1:43 pm I am being released! Not that I am ungrateful for being here, I’m just ready to finally be home. And I know that the hospital staff are probably tired of me. I was in the very back with Lando so I could have my leg laid straight out with Jirani, Keyani, and Liana in the row in front of us. And of course, Ja Khel driving with Giana next to him. Once again my head was laid on Lando’s chest as we watched a random movie on Netflix with his arms wrapped around me. 

Skip Car Ride

I felt someone lightly shaking my shoulder, opening my eyes. I see Liana leaning over the seat smirking. I tried to sit up but a force around my waist stopped me. Looking around I see that I was laying on Lando. I felt my face begin to heat up. I didn't even realize we had fallen asleep. Granted it was a six hour drive back home, “You just going to lay in your prince charming’s arms or are you going to get out?” Liana whispered. I told her she could go ahead and then leaned down to Lando’s ear. “Lando, you've got to let go, we're here.” I whispered, he groaned and held me tighter mumbling to himself. I rolled my eyes, “Lando, I will punch you in your dick if you don't let go.” I said. His eyes opened, “I knew you always wanted a piece.” He lazily smirked. I groaned, “Yeah sure whatever helps you sleep. Now come on, I've missed being in my own bed.” I said crawling off his lap to grab my crutches after he let go. “Ah so you’re saying I wasn't comfy enough for you?” He teased opening the door and climbing out of the car. I took a breath before trying to get out as well. I yelped as I misjudged my step, bracing for impact I closed my eyes. After feeling nothing I opened them seeing Lando had caught me. He shook his head, “Falling for me I see? Always so impatient, I was coming to help you if you would’ve waited another second.” He said as he set me down to close the door. “Well for an F1 driver, you took too long.” I replied. He chuckled and shook his head then turned towards my house. His mouth dropped in awe, “This is yours?” He pointed, I smiled softly. “It’s no Monaco styled place but yes, this is my place. Come on, I’ll give you the tour as the others help Liana get her stuff in.” I say as we slowly venture our way inside. 

“And finally here is your room. You can decorate it however you want to make it feel more like home if you'd like.” I speak opening the door to the upstairs guest room. He walked in taking in his surroundings. I hobble in and sit on the small sofa at the end of the bed, “You also have your own bathroom through there.” I pointed to the west side of the room. He looked back at me, “You’re joking right? A walk in closet and my own bathroom?” He questioned, I nodded and he opened the door to the bathroom and I could hear him gasp. “Is this the master bedroom or something?” He asked. I giggled, “No, when I was having this place built I felt that the guest bedrooms should feel like it’s a masters. I want my guests to feel like it’s their home in a sense.” I explained. He came back out and moved his luggage by the closet, “Then I have to see your room. I can’t believe you until you prove that this isn’t your actual room.” He said. I shrugged my shoulders, “Whatever makes you feel better.” I say and we make our way down the hall. 

I sit on my bed as he looks around my room and en suite. “Satisfied yet Norris?” I questioned. He nodded, still having that astonished look on his face, “Just wait until you see the backyard.” I say gesturing to the window. “You hungry?” I asked the Brit, he nodded and we made our way back downstairs. Jirani, Ja Khel, and the girls all stood in the kitchen talking. “About time you two, we figured you had made the poor man get lost.” Jirani said. I smiled and shook my head, “The house is not that big Jirani, you dramatic shithead.” I say and move to the pantry to see what I could fix. “What do you think you’re doing?” Giana asked. I turned towards her, “Cooking?” I stated. She shook her head, “No, you're going to sit down and rest that leg of yours. I’ll cook dinner for you guys.” She said taking the ingredients from my hands. “Giana I am perfectly capable-.” I tried to speak. She waved me off, “I know you are, go outside and enjoy your backyard. How long has it been since you've been here?” She asked and I remained silent. “Exactly.” she spoke. I sighed and looked at Lando, “Want to see the backyard?” I asked. He nodded and we walked off. Lando looked just as shocked seeing the landscape. I decided to head for the fire pit as he explored. I sigh sitting down, it felt good to be home. I’m glad Giannis never had the chance to taint this place. Selling that small place to a lovely family and moving here to the country was the best decision I could make once this house was finally built. My siblings always asked why I'm never here, a huge house gets lonely when you're the only one there. Not that I am ungrateful for this place, it's a dream come true. I just hate being alone.

Interrupting my thoughts Lando had finally joined me, “How much did this place cost?” He questioned. I look at him as the night lights around the pool make his eyes shimmer, “Let’s just say a lot of money. That’s why I street race so I can have the extra money aside from my salary drifting. I don't know what I'm going to do now that I can't do either and Formula starts in April but we are supposed to start training in February.” I reply before looking up at the evening sky. I felt him grab my hand, “It’ll work out, you’ll be able to start your season on time. I know you're a fighter. If I wasn't allowed to give up on myself this season you're not allowed to either. I won’t let you.” He whispered. I squeezed his hand lightly, “Thank you for being here, it really means a lot.” I told him. He nods and stands, “I’ll be here until you tell me to fuck off. Let’s go eat so you can rest. I am taking you to physical therapy tomorrow and some other places. No I’m not telling you because they're surprises.” I raise an eyebrow as he helps me stand and grabs my crutches for me, “And who signed off on this?” I asked as we began our journey to the house. He grinned cheekily, “I did. Do you need a permission slip signed?” He teased. I lift my crutch to smack him but he dodges laughing. “I am two years younger than you Norris, watch it.” I smile as he laughs more. Oh how I missed hearing it. Little did I know the adventures that would happen in the upcoming days.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Fifteen: Dynamic

Barbara met Dick on the roof while Jason slept later that afternoon. "He still sleeping?" Dick asked. Barbara nodded.

"How am I the only one who didn't notice he was tired? Anything could've happened to him—."

"It didn't... He wouldn't have gone through with it. Jason was tired, but he wasn't stupid," Dick reassured her, "Besides, from what Bruce says, he's pretty quick on his feet."

"He told you about that?" Barbara smiled.

"Yeah, he told me. I don't think he's ever had a kid look him in the face and tell him he doesn't answer to him," Dick chuckled, "You've got yourself a good teammate."

"I know, but I don't know... Jason deserves to live a normal life. I don't want this for him—."

"What does he want?" Dick interrupted. Barbara stopped and thought about what Dick said. "Still like pistachio ice cream?"

"Are you paying?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah, sure. Come on, I'll treat everybody," Dick replied as he readied himself to sprint off the roof. Barbara grabbed his wrist.

"You're not in costume, Dick," Barbara whispered.

"I knew that," Dick laughed. They made their way back down to the ground floor and walked to the ice cream parlor. "What does your brother like?"

"Strawberry and vanilla bean," Barbara answered, "He says there's a huge difference between vanilla and vanilla bean, but I have yet to taste it."

"Please tell me you're joking," Dick laughed, and his smile faded. "You really can't taste the difference?"

"I think all that matters is that I can see the difference," Barbara replied as she checked her phone. "I just had the craziest idea."

"How crazy?" Dick asked.

"Let's surprise my brother by finishing what he started," she smiled. Dick nodded.

"But we are gonna get ice cream still, right?" Dick asked.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely... Late tonight," Barbara whispered. They bought their ice cream and walked back to her apartment to put Jim and Jason's ice cream in the freezer. Dick waited out on the fire escape while Barbara checked on Jason. He opened one eye and smiled at her. "I wanna be mad at you. I'm trying to tell you-. Stop smiling at me."

"Love you, Barbara," Jason whispered.

"Don't play the cute card with—. Wait. Are you sick?" Barbara asked. Jason nodded. "Want me to stay home with you? Dick bought you ice cream..."

"Going out?" Jason asked. Barbara nodded. "Is Pop home?"

"Yeah, he's asleep on the couch. Want me to stay home tonight?" Barbara asked.

"No," Jason mumbled as he closed his eyes. Barbara smiled and fixed Jason's blanket.

"Okay... And I love you too. I'll be back early tonight, I promise," Barbara reassured him. Jason mumbled something and went back to sleep.

When Barbara returned home, Jason was awake and sitting on the couch with Jim. Jim was half-asleep, and they were watching a movie in the dark. "What are you two doing up?" Barbara asked, pretending to be drowsy. Jason gave her a wide-eyed look, and she nodded by bouncing her head from side to side.

"Jason woke up sick, and I was already up... So we're watching a movie," Jim replied. Jason lay down on the couch next to Jim, his eyes glued to the screen as he yawned.

"It's old," Barbara mumbled.

"Pop says it's a classic... I can see why," Jason replied, "It's not bad." Jim grinned. Jason pointed at the screen. "He's running from the police, and he joined the circus."

"Sounds thrilling," Barbara replied.

"It's a comedy," Jason whispered. Barbara nodded and went back to her room.

"Jason, I think I'm gonna take you to orientation next week. Now, it's not a promise, and I could let Barbara take you if—."

"I'd like you to take me to orientation," Jason interrupted.

Jim messed up Jason's hair without looking away from the screen. "What's bothering you?" Jim asked. Jason looked up at Jim, craning his neck in an uncomfortable position to catch a glimpse of Jim's expression in the dark. "I know something's bothering you. You never sit up with me unless something's worrying you." Jason lay back down and looked at the tv.

"A couple of things, I guess... Kerry's hurt. I'm starting high school at a school I probably don't belong at... And I keep thinking about my birth mother. She looked so interested in those pictures and in her letters, but she left, and then she stopped writing," Jason explained. Jim didn't say anything for so long that Jason had to look up to make sure he was still awake.

"I wish I could answer that question for you. I had the same thought myself... Maybe one day she'll answer it for you. How do you feel when you think about her?" Jim asked.

"Hurt. I don't know... She never came back for me, she stopped writing me, and she never left a way for me to find her. Maybe she was just trying to make me feel like she wanted me," Jason confessed.

"Well, even if that's true. I doubt it's true, by the way," Jim paused, "I want you, and Barbara wants you." Jason closed his eyes. "You said I'll always be your dad, well, that goes both ways. You'll always be my boy."

Jason curled into himself, and Jim took a deep breath. Neither of them said another word that night. Jason drifted back off to sleep, and the movie came to an end. Jim eventually fell asleep on the couch with his mouth open and his glasses on.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Stupid man

Word count: 1900

Pairing: Batman x fem!reader

Summary: Bruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future

Warning: brief depiction of the fight and sad Alfred and sad Dick

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"..."

"Batman."

"..."

"..."

"Batman!!!"

"...Code 4..."

"Bruce! Bruce, stay with me! Dick, Bruce needs help!"

"On it, Y/n."

Y/n examines the live cam seeing the infinite black ground covering it. Her hands quiver over the control, hoping her man will live to witness another day. Steps crumble toward Batman Y/n, sighing a breath of relief and sitting on the closet chair. 

"Thank god you are here, Dick."

"What?! No, Batcomputer... I am 3 minutes ETA."

Fear poisons her veins as Y/n listens closely.

"What's wrong, Batman!? Scared?"

Y/n's eyes glaze on the computer screen, her voice letting out the villans name, her voice matching with Bruce's

"Scarecrow"

"Scarecrow"

"Do not worry, Batman. You will not die...Not yet, but your veins will pollute themself with my fear of toxins. I cannot wait to see if this will break you or make you into my Scarecrow. "

Another pair of feet grumble down, rushing in while grunts cascade from Scarecrow.

"Move away from him, buttface!" Dick roared, smashing the straw-filled enemy, managing to cuff him down in 4 agonizing minutes for Y/n. The police sirens howled into the Gotham sky, taking the Scarecrow away. 

"Batcomputer, we are coming back."

"Copy."

The Batmobile drove in as Y/n observed anxiously, already preparing an operating table for Bruce. The door opens with a swift movement, Y/n placing herself under Bruce's weight and Dick helping out. Placing the wounded brute on the table, Alfred comprehended what he had to do. His stoic face examined the patient's body, witnessing his sweating going faster, his face painting itself in a heartbreaking expression, eyebrows stitched together, mouth emitting pained groans and vocal no's, eyes rolling back the white canvas painted with tiny green veins. 

To her, it all collided in her mind, he was wounded deeply, and he could die. He is human. He isn't indestructible like he vowed to her when she uncovered his secret. She could wake up tomorrow and find him 6 feet under. His hands could not hug her or console her. His smooth voice could not comfort or call her when she lost her way in the manor.

She was mad to think that there would be this his end. Dying of old age for the Batman?! She was mad to think that... and more so to believe that he would survive this so easily.

Her expression zoned out, looking at Bruce's hands. With an "I could have done what I could, now we wait for it to pass" from Alfred, Y/n walked over to Burce, clutching his hand and sitting next to him, her face blank as ever.

Alfred gave Dick a comforting hug wishing his son would survive this live nightmare. Alfred walked to Y/n as Dick stood at Bruce's other side while Alfred spoke softly to Y/n.

"Mistress Y/n, rest. I will mind him."

With no glance adverting towards the lovely father figure, Y/n spoke, "No. I will stay with him. You two go rest and...and I don't know."

Alfred and Dick exchanged glances between themself, knowing fully well there was no room for discussion, the ambiance feeling incredibly heavy by the moments that let up until now. Moving away from the couple, they let the bat calls echo on the stone walls, encapsulating the worst moment in their lives.

~~~~~

Trying to stay awake after almost 40 hours of torturous silence and stillness, Alfred put his foot down at the utterly tired woman. 

"All right, Mistress Y/n. Sleep now...IN the Master Bedroom."

Y/n responds in a burb of words, "No... He...Wake...Want to see... Blue eyes... no sleep...coffee..."

"You already had your 10th cup, and I pledge that you now have coffee running through your veins. Go rest. Now!"

Alfred pulled her away, dragging her to the much-needed rest letting involuntary Alfred watch over his adoptive son. 

~~~~~

Time passes as it does while Bruce feels the cold ambiance of the Batcave. His eyes open, noticing Alfred's dead pained gaze. Alfred spluttered some words that were more so sounds with no context as he looked at Bruce sitting on the table. Alfred steps in front of his family, hugging him, not feeling the weight that passed his heart, the deadly weight he would drag into the ground with him. Bruce jerks in the hug his cold skin touching against the warm cotton-laced fabric of his butler. 

"How long was I out?"

Alfred brokenly whispers, "Too long. We already thought the worst, Master Bruce. Don't do that again."

Pulling back, Alfred sighed a breath of relief. His brain rolled back all of the fondest memories he had with Bruce, and it was most of his life, but now seeing his blue eyes blinking, his mouth moving with words but Alfred hearing not one, just feeling the alleviation in his heart. 

"...Y/n?" The voices blur seemed to die down for Alfred, bringing him back, hearing Y/n's name.

"She is resting. She needs it. Mistress Y/n was by your side while you were at your most alarming. No sleep, food, just coffee, so many cups of coffee."

Alfred expressed in a tranquil tone seeing Bruce stand up on frail legs. Alfred stood in his spot, judging whether or not to speak and stop Bruce from walking, knowing full well where he was going. But Bruce was stubborn, not more than Y/n but more so than Alfred, leaving Alfred with a slight chuckle leave his lips.

"My goodness."

Bruce staggered step and step up the manor towards his master bedroom, not seeing much around himself, seeing solely stairs, his feet, and his left hand grabbing the rail for dear life. Bruce felt weak, he felt lost and shaken up, his mind filled with the remainder of nightmares, and he felt broken with all this unwanted movement in his body, mind, and soul. Bruce needed help, but he didn't want to ask. Bruce was ashamed to ask; he was a protector, yet there was no protector in him. One step more, he felt stronger, lighter, and more capable. As if...

"Need help, B-man?" Dick asked with a glint in his blue eye. The evident relief shows on the boy's face as he places himself under braces shoulder and puts Bruce's arm over his broad shoulders. Bruce let the grip of the handrail and leans on his son, letting him guide him up, feeling a tiny bit better now.

"You gave everyone a great scare. Don't do that again. Lost a lot of sleep."

Bruce croaked with a laugh. "And I'm guessing you replaced it with coffee."

"How did you know?" Dick questioned as they reached the top of the steps, a few efforts away from the bedroom. 

"Had a hunch." Bruce responds. Standing tall, Bruce hugs Dick, with the utmost emotion in his heart, towards Dick, a young boy who he gave shelter when he lost his parents, finding a few golden threads that connected them. Giving Bruce a new way to look at life, a moment that told him he wasn't the only one in this position. There were always other people to help, and this small boy, now a proud man, was standing in front of him, proud of helping him grow up in a safe home and letting him define a new generation of justice.

Dick froze in this moment. He felt Bruce's arms around his body, noticing the familial warmth radiating from his father. Hugs weren't rare, and yet they weren't often as well. Well, they were starting to get more often lately, thanks to Y/n influence. 

Communication is complex for Bruce, his primary source of love and communication was cut off a long time ago when he was eight, left only with his butler, who was also mourning, attempting to be a family figure for the boy. Life resumed, and Bruce continued to keep himself and others around him at arm's length, not comprehending what he was doing wrong. Only when he met Y/n. Who told him that communication would build him into a better person and father figure to Dick. Bruce preserved it in his mind, not acting much upon it until this moment, a moment where he felt that the right move would be a hug and the words...

"I love you..son." Bruce spoke clearly enough for Dick to pull back and look a second of puzzled look on his face before taking a chuckle out of it

"You still have a concussion."

Dick stepped away from him down the stairs, his steps seemingly crammed with joy, hearing the words he had heard from Bruce maybe a handful of times. Bruce limped gradually towards his bedroom, opening the heavy door with a slow swoosh, not wishing to wake up his girl. There she was. Sleeping on her side, her back facing him. Her curves were covered by the thick duvet cover that was dubbed an 'expensive heating blanket that could swallow me whole, and I wouldn't mind' by Y/n. His muscular weight dipped the bed slightly as he sat down, looking at Y/n shift towards him, her eyes still shut, laced with sleep. 

"Poor thing... Why didn't you eat anything? Why didn't you drink water like you always tell me to? I feel so stupid to have to put you through this to know how much I love and need you. When I had nightmares, one of my nightmares was seeing you walk past me, not knowing me, not kissing my cheek or holding my hand—just passing me, not even looking at me. And when I wanted to reach your hand, you looked at me with disgust and kept moving. Only for me to yell for you and watch you walk...away. I would never have thought I would see another day where you are in my life, our house, and our future."

Bruce's hand reaches for Y/n kissing her knuckle lightly just enough to stir her awake. Her eyelashes fluttered open, her eyes catching Bruce's figure concealed in the night sky's color. Standing up slowly, Y/n looked at his hand holding hers, examining his hand carefully, caressing her palm, drawing little shapes, tiny invisible hearts, and stars. Y/n looks up into his blue eyes, expressing uncertainty.

"Please, tell me this is real."

Leaning down to her, Bruce kisses her lips softly, answering in a hushed tone.

"I am here, sweetheart."

Y/n eyes twinkle and shake with tears brimming over the edge of her waterline as they begin to cascade down her cheeks. Bruce kisses her cheeks, dabbing away her tears. Y/n drew Bruce to herself, hugging him for dear life, hearing his strong heartbeat beating in a serene rhythm. 

"Don't do that ever again, stupid man. Stupid, stupid man." Y/n cried out to her man, feeling herself ache with the reality of his job and life purpose. 

"I won't, darling. I will never leave you again.'" Bruce promised, caressing her back gently, soothing her as she cried out. Bruce knew what happened to him was life-changing in more ways than one, and it nearly broke his family apart. Bruce was definitely in his peak physical shape, but mentally, he still had to shape himself into a man worthy of being a good son, a great father, and a one-of-a-kind future husband. 

But that will, for now wait, and so will the ring that was hidden in Bruce's drawer for another day.

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think ❤️

[noellesturniolo]

hey! this is kinda random but could you do an angst / fluff fic where the reader gets hit by a car? like it sounds so random, but a car comes by and hits the reader in the leg or smth.

i’ve never requested anything before so sorry if i suck.

Thanks 🥰🥰

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑

summary: ask, I made the car a getaway car!!

a/n: thought the song was fitting BAHAHHA, also I love this request!! My requests are open!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒..𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑

Walking the streets of LA isn’t safe, I know that however I’m going on a shopping spree. Me and Chris have a date set up for tonight, and he told me to get a bunch of things and gave me his card.

Here I am browsing the streets in LA people all around me, searching for good places to shop for clothes. I spot a clothing store and notice it’s across the street.

Getting to the cross walk, I wait with around 4 people as I hear police sirens in the distance. It isn’t unusual, it’s LA. Shit happens, the light turns red and we begin to walk, slightly walking behind. I hear honking, and the police sirens getting closer.

I turn to look where the noises are coming from and see a car zooming towards me, not incredibly fast and as I go to run. I’m launched across the street, pain shoots throughout my body before everything goes black.

———-

As soon as my eyes open, the buzzing of bright fluorescent lights, the beep of the heart machine and and iv hooked up to my arm. Fuck.

The buzzing of the lights are interrupted. “Can you help me? I can’t find my girlfriend..” a panicked voice I knew all to well said down the hallway.

“What’s the patients name?”

“Y/n L/n..please I just got here as soon as I could i’m so worried…” The voice is shaky.

“Room 352, over there.”

“T-thank you.” Footsteps get louder as my door opens. The warm worried smile of my boyfriend is the first thing I see.

“oh honey…I came as fast as possible. do you know anything about what happened? how you feel? any injuries?” He gives me a worried look while crouching down by the bed, I shake my head no.

“I mean i’m sore, my head really hurts. I mean i’m pretty sure a car hit me. But I don’t know anything about if i’m injured but it looks as if it’s just a couple cuts and scrapes. Oh shit…my leg it’s fucking broken.” I laugh while checking my body. I’m met with the warm embrace of my boyfriend. His cologne surrounding my body.

A knock is heard at the door before opening and seeing the doctor, “Well hello y/n, finally awake.” he smiles. “And you are??” he points to Chris.

“Oh uh, Chris. Her boyfriend.”

“Right okay, well we are going to keep her here for a day or two. She did have her appendix rupture but as of right now we quickly fixed that and are monitoring it. Well bad news, she does have a moderate concussion. Luckily not bad enough, to lose her memory but she will have a headache for a couple days. She also did break her leg, it wasn’t necessarily terrible but it’s not very good. Really good news is that insurance covers it.”

“Okay well, is it okay if I stay here while she does too?” Chris asks, “of course, I wouldn’t want to leave her alone especially since we just fixed her appendix.”

Chris nods and the doctor continues talking about the state of my body, “now for the incident part, i’m going to bring the police in to speak about what happened and if you want to press charges.”

The police come in and explain that the car was in a car chase for armed robbery and luckily because I was hit the car had ended up stopping. I ended up not pressing charges. The police leave and it’s just me and chris.

“I’m so happy your okay my love.” he kisses my forehead.

“What about the date?” I ask concerned, he grabs my hand and looks into my eyes.

“hey, we can always do that another night. You just need to rest and get better for me honey. Are you hungry??”

“Yeah, I kinda want a burrito.”

“Hospital date night??” he smiles and we both laugh.

[delicatenightfury]

Glass and Flowers

2022 Month of Writing: Day 16

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader (soulmate AU)

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,601

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work.

Spencer sat in the hallway of the hospital. Everything around him was a blur, and he couldn’t determine if his mind was going a mile a minute or at a snail’s pace. All he knew was that the scene from his morning was playing over and over again in his mind.

He had been on his way home from the BAU, catching a ride with Derek. They had been bantering, nothing new for the two of them, when a truck seemingly came out of nowhere.

Reid watched in shock as the car came speeding toward the intersection. They were showing no signs of slowing. In fact they appeared to be speeding up in an attempt to outrun the police behind them. Reid tried to brace himself.

“Morgan, look out!” he said.

Morgan slammed on the brakes, having also noticed the car. They quickly came to a stop, but the speeding car scraped the front of Derek’s, moving the car several feet and rattling the two. Their relief was short lived when they heard a loud crunching. Both looked up to see that the speeding car had collided with the car next to them. The speeding car kept going, but the other car had been flipped and hit by another oncoming vehicle.

Reid and Morgan shot into action.

They got out of the car and went to the other two, splitting to check on the passengers. Reid hurried to the car that had flipped and ducked down to see the driver. She was hanging upside down, blood running from her temple. Head wounds always looked bad.

“Hey,” Reid said, trying to get her attention. Her head turned slightly to look at him. She looked dazed. “Hey, are you all right?”

“What happened?” she said. 

“You were in an accident. You’re bleeding a little bit. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Reid turned his head to glance at Derek.

“Call an ambulance!” he called. He looked back at the woman and quickly took in the car. He wasn’t going to be able to open the door and get her out safely without proper equipment. He’d have to wait for the first responders. He saw her eyes starting to haze over and reached out to touch her arm. “Ma’am, ma’am I need you to stay with me, okay? You have to stay awake. Can you tell me your name?”

“y/n.”

“All right, y/n, my name is Spencer. Is there anyone else in the car with you?”

She shook her head slightly and winced.

“Hurts,” she mumbled.

“Help is on the way. We’re going to get you out soon, y/n. Just keep talking to me.”

Spencer did his best to keep her conscious, keep her talking about anything while they waited for the paramedics to show up. Luckily, they didn’t take long and a firetruck and two ambulances showed up. The firemen hurried to Spencer and asked him to step back.

“She’s bleeding from the temple,” he informed them. “No one else is in the car, but she’s in pain and has been floating in and out of consciousness.”

“We’ll handle it from here, sir,” one of the firemen said.

Reid nodded and stepped back to let them do their work. He watched them pry the door open and begin to secure y/n to get her out.

Morgan came up behind Reid.

“You all right, kid?”

Spencer nodded slowly. He lifted his hand to run it through his hair, but paused when he noticed something on his skin. He shifted his shirt sleeve out of the way and stared at his arm.

Flowers decorated skin. Flowers that hadn’t been there before.

“Reid?” Morgan looked down at his arm. “Woah. When did that happen?”

“I don’t know.” It was then that Reid felt his arm itch. The sensation went from the back of his hand up almost his entire arm. “It wasn’t there earli-”

His eyes widened and he glanced at the firemen, who were pulling y/n out of the car. Shards of glass were embedded in her arm, running almost the entire length.

Spencer had asked Morgan to follow the ambulance to the hospital. They were directed to a waiting area and were told that a doctor would update them at some point. That had been almost an hour ago, and there had been no news.

Morgan was down the hall, making a phone call to Hotch to update him about the situation. Meanwhile, Spencer wouldn’t take his mind off the crash and y/n. Images of her hanging upside down in her car flashed before his mind. He barely knew her, so he couldn’t explain why he was feeling so anxious.

It mostly likely had to do with the soulmate bond. It was said that when something tragic happened in the life of your soulmate, a flower appeared on your body and you felt ghost pains. That was the only explanation Reid could come up with. The flowers on his arm hadn’t been there before the accident, and now there they were, in the same place the glass had been stuck in y/n.

“Hey.” Spencer glanced up at Mogan as he sat down. “You doing all right?”

Spencer swallowed and nodded a little. 

“I’m just… shocked, I guess. I mean, the chances of meeting your soulmate are about ten thousand to one. A-and there’s about a fifty to sixty percent chance of getting into a car accident at night. So the chances of meeting my soulmate were already slim, but meeting them in the same accident? It’s… it seems impossible.”

Just then, a doctor approached the two of them. The men stood up.

“I understand you came in with Miss l/n?”

Spencer nodded.

“I’m her soulmate,” he said. He shifted his arm to show the flowers in case the doctor didn’t believe him.

But the older man smiled.

“She’s doing well. We removed all the glass from her arm. It most likely will scar, and should be able to fully move it without any problems. I’ve already explained these things to her, and she is awake if you want to see her.”

Spencer nodded again. The doctor led him down the hall, Morgan trailing closely behind him. The hospital was relatively quiet for the night, so their footsteps seemed to echo a little. The doctor stopped in front of a door.

“This is her room,” he said. “She asked about you, by the way. She was happy when we told her you were still here. You can go in whenever you’d like.”

“Thanks, doc,” Morgan said. The doctor nodded and walked away. “You ready?”

“I don’t know.”

“You got this, Reid. You two beat the odds. You said so yourself. Get in there and see your girl.”

“She’s not my girl, Derek.”

He smirked and patted Reid on the shoulder.

“Maybe not right now, but I’ve got a feeling.”

Morgan gave him another encouraging pat and turned back down the hall. Spencer took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” he heard.

He slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes immediately went to y/n, who was sitting up in the hospital bed. Her arm was wrapped in bandages and held in place to prevent further damage. She smiled at him.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi. How- how are you feeling?”

“Sore. But… grateful. Tonight could have been a lot worse. Thanks for helping me.”

“I didn’t do much.”

“You kept me conscious, gave me something to focus on instead of passing out. I appreciate that more than you know, Spencer.” He looked down at his shoes, surprised that she remembered his name through everything that had happened. “Can I ask you a question though?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Why did you stick around? We haven’t met before this?”

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He stepped closer to her bed and slowly started pulling up his sleeve. He watched her eyes widen at the sight of his arm covered in small flowers. Her eyes darted between their arms and his face. A smile worked its way onto her face and she laughed.

“We’re soulmates?” she said.

He nodded.

“I know it seems crazy,” he said. “I mean, there’s just a small chance of ever meeting your soulmate. Like, ten thousand to one chance, even with the flowers as a signifier. So most people go their whole lives without ever meeting or interacting with their soulmate.”

y/n smiled. 

“I guess we were the lucky ones then,” she said. “Would you… If it’s all right with you, I’d love to get to know you more. Maybe talk and hang out? See where this might go?”

Spencer returned her smile.

“I’d like that.”

A knock came from the door, causing the two of them to turn. Derek peeked his head in, smiling at them.

“Hey, just wanted to let you know that Hotch gave you the day off tomorrow. He’ll probably call you or something to tell you himself, but wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thanks, Morgan.”

“No problem. You kids have fun.”

When he disappeared from view again, y/n looked at Spencer in amusement.

“Friend and coworker?”

“Yeah. We work for the BAU here in Quantico.”

Her smile got even wider.

“No way. I just got a job working with the same team.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“I was looking forward to the job before. Now I’m even more excited. I guess some things were just meant to be.”

“I guess so.”

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Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 2

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

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Post Date: January 5th, 2023

Post Time: 2:39 pm

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,208

Summary: When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work, he at first thinks nothing of it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying, scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

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Frankie’s Pov: 

I jump and stir awake as my head falls slightly forward, making me wake up. I rub my eyes tiredly before looking back up at my wife. She stays still in the bed and I rub my face with a sigh before moving forward to grab her hand. 

“Come on, mi vida {my life}. You gotta wake up,” I tell her as I continue to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes.

It’s been a few hours and it’s early into the morning now. The police did come by and I answered all the questions they asked me. As they had left, they told me they’d be back again to talk to y/n when she wakes.

The doctor has been in a time or two so he could run some tests as well as a few nurses here and there to check on her and cast her left arm. One nurse brought me food and gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving. Now it’s all just a waiting game on when she’ll wake up. 

I keep a hold of her hand and pull it up to my lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. I stay leaned over with her hand held up to my cheek as I watch her face. I stare at her for a few minutes, just hoping she’ll give me a sign that she’ll wake soon. Then the door opens and the doctor walks in. 

“Mr. Morales, I have an update,” the doctor tells me as he strides in with a clipboard. 

“So there’s no internal bleeding and everything seems to be fine. She should wake soon, her body just needed some rest after the ordeal she went through,” he explains as he looks down at his clipboard. 

“Oh, and I’m sure it’ll please you to know the baby is fine as well. She must have protected her stomach area somehow, seeing as there’s no evidence of her being hit there,” he explains and my eyes widen before I fully turn to him. 

“Wait a minute. Did you just say… baby?” I ask in clear shock and his face falls. 

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, then, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. She’s almost seven weeks in. So it’s possible she herself didn’t even know, but that wouldn’t track with her coverage of her stomach…” he continues to explain some more as I try to wrap my head around it. 

“Well, I’ll give you some time to process it, but first we’d like to do one more scan just to make 100% sure the baby is uninjured. Would you like us to do it now or when she’s awake?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I’d like to wait for her, if that’s possible?” I question and he nods. 

“It’s perfectly possible. When she does wake, just press the nurse's button and she’ll page me along with the officers from earlier,” he mentions as he motions to the button and I nod. 

“Ok. Well, I’ll leave you be for now…” he finishes off before walking out. 

Once he’s gone, I let the silence just wash over me before letting out a sigh as I sink down into my seat. It’s only a few minutes later that I jump when my phone goes off. Clicking it so it comes to life, I see that it's Pope calling and with one last sigh, I answer it. 

“Hey, Pope,” I answer with a sigh before rubbing at my tired eyes again. 

“Hey. How’s everything going?” he questions and I sigh again, shaking my head as I lean forward. 

“Well, they say she has no internal bleeding and all should be fine. She should hopefully wake soon,” I inform and decide to keep the baby news quiet until I can tell him with y/n as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good to hear, man. How are you doing?” he inquires about me and I let out a huff. 

“Not so good, but I’ll be better when she wakes up,” I tell him and he lets out a hum. 

“That’s understandable, man. Will said that he was unable to clean up right now. Police have closed the house down for now. He told me to tell you he’ll clean it up as soon as he has access. The best they’d let him do is get a few essentials,” he informs me and I rub my eyes. 

“Ok. Uh, I guess I’ll have to get us a hotel when we get out of here then,” I reply with a sigh and again he tisks me. 

“No. No, hermano, don’t do that. You’ve got a place right here when she gets out if you need it,” he promises me and I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. 

“Gracias, hermano {thank you brother}, How’s Isey doing?” I ask about my daughter as I scratch at my cheek, trying to change the subject. 

“Well, Yovanna just got her to sleep about an hour ago. She didn’t want to sleep until you called her with news on Sweet Pea, but her tired little self just passed out from exhaustion,” he explains and I sigh, shaking my head again.

“Lo siento {I’m sorry}. I’ll come get her as soon as I can. We just have to get y/n to wake up first,” I promise and he gives me a tsk sound. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said, we’re familia {family} and we take care of each other. Plus, I’m sure when your pequeño gremlin {little gremlin} does wake up, she’ll enjoy playing with her primas and primos {cousins}. Take all the time you need, Fish. Get Sweet Pea up and around again,” he almost demands and I could almost cry with all the support he gives. 

“Gracias {thank you}, Pope. Will do,” I promise through a choked tone even when I try my hardest not to let my emotions get the best of me. 

“Anytime, Fish. Call us when you’re on your way home, yeah?” he asks and I nod as I rub at my eyes, trying to will the tears to go away. 

“Definitely. Gracias de nuevo {thanks again} Pope,” I give my thanks for the millionth time and I can only imagine him waving me off. 

“Like I said, familia {family}, so anytime, Fish,” he reiterates and I nod again. 

“Knock, knock. I’ve got breakfast…” The nurse, who’d said her name was Eve earlier, calls out as she comes in with food trays. 

“Hey. I gotta go. Nurse just brought food,” I quickly inform and he gives a small ‘hmm’. 

“Yeah. No hay problema {no problem}. At least someone is there making you eat,” Pope jokes and I give him a small chortle, much to my chagrin. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Adiós, hermano {bye brother},” I rush out before hanging up on him. 

I quickly get up and help Eve with one of the trays. She gives me a small smile of thanks before opening one. 

“You can have this one. I brought the other in case mama wakes up and is hungry. She is eating for two now,” Eve tells me as she puts the other tray into the mini microwave. 

“Oh believe me, I know… this would be my third,” I jokingly inform as I set the tray on the table on wheels before I sit back down. The nurse turns and raises an eyebrow at me. 

“This is yours and your wife’s third? First of all, good luck with three. Two, congratulations! I bet the other two are little angels,” she chirps and I chuckle as I scratch at my cheek again. 

“Thanks. Actually, my first child wasn’t with her. I had Camila with my first wife, then a few years after the divorce we got married and we had Eloise,” I explain and she nods as I lean back and cross my arms over my stomach. 

“Your assumption is only 80% true. Both Eloise and Camila can be little monsters when they want to be. Lord help when they get together after a long time not seeing each other,” I inform her with a chuckle and a shake of my head in indignation as she smiles. 

“Ahh, so this is only your guys' second?” she questions and I nod with a light smile, taking over. 

“Although she’d say Cam was her first baby any day, even without sharing blood,” I tell her and her smile turns into a grin. 

“She sounds like a wonderful mother. I’m sure she’ll be the same with this baby,” she comments and I hum in agreement. 

“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” I agree with her as I look back at y/n for a moment. 

“How old are your other two? If you don’t mind me asking,” she asks and I smile, shaking my head. 

“No. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Eloise is now six, just turned six a few weeks ago, so that makes Camila about eight, almost nine now,” I explain and her eyes widen, making me laugh. 

“Wow, they’re older then I thought they’d be,” she admits and again I laugh. 

“Yeah, Cam was only about five months old when me and her mom got divorced,” I continue to explain and she gives an ‘ahh’ in return. 

“How old was she when you got remarried?” she asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“Probably just about turning 2,” I inform and she nods. 

“Well, good luck again. She’ll be a teenager soon…” she playfully jokes with me and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t remind me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet,” I groan out, rubbing my face and she laughs. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. The main thing you’ll probably worry about is the boys…” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“Well at least I won’t be alone in talking the boys out. I’m sure her Tios {uncles} will help me. All the boys absolutely adore both Cam and Isey,” I joke and she laughs while grinning. 

“Well, she sounds like she’s got an army backing her up. How many uncles?” she asks and I chuckle again while shaking my head. 

“Oh, that she does. They have three uncles who were all special forces, including her and me,” I explain as I point to y/n, then myself. 

“Wow. Definitely got a good backup there. The teenage boys should be scared,” she jokes and I chuckle, nodding. 

“Most definitely. If it was me, I know I’d be scared,” I joke back and she laughs. 

“Anyway, this should keep the food somewhat warm until she wakes up. If it’s too cold, just let me know and I’ll bring something else. The doctor says it shouldn’t be too long now, so it shouldn’t be too bad,” she explains as she walks over and checks all of y/n’s vitals. 

“Doctor’s right, her vitals are looking up. Getting so much stronger,” she informs as she writes it on the chart. 

“Ok. That should be all. Just press the button if you need me, ok? I’ll come back for your tray when you're done eating,” she says as she motions to the button by the bed and I nod at her. 

When she leaves, it's silent again. I slowly pull the rolling table closer before pulling the top of the tray off and sigh when I see the hospital food. I pull out the fork from its plastic wrap and take a few bites before just shoving it to the side. 

The food now just sits on the side table as I sit back and rub a hand over my face. The heart monitor continues to beep and with every beep, a little more weight falls off my shoulders knowing my wife is still here with me. I sigh as I watch her face for any hope of her waking and before I know it, my head is tilting to the side. 

I fight the urge to sleep for a little while before succumbing to it and falling asleep. It’s not till a while later that I’m woken up by some voices. 

“He’ll be so happy you're awake,” I hear Eve's voice inform. 

“Shh, we’ll wake him,” y/n giggles out quietly and my eyes jump open. 

“Dang it! That’s just what we did…” y/n mutters as I look at her. 

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you. She just wanted her food, but you were out cold so she called me, wanting you to sleep a little more,” Eve explains with a shrug as she puts the food on the table in front of y/n. 

“No. No. It’s ok. You should have woken me anyway,” I mumble out as I sit up. 

“Baby, your back must be killing you,” y/n sympathizes with a frown and I smile softly at her. 

“I could care less about my back, mi amor {my love},” I promise, shaking my head before moving over to grab her hand. 

“I’m just glad you're awake,” I inform as I lay a kiss on her hand. 

“Well, aren't you two just adorable? I’ll give you some space. Doc should be in soon,” Eve coos with a light smile and I nod at her before she fully leaves. 

It’s quiet for a moment as I lean over to the bed with her hand in mine. I bring it to my lips and leave a kiss on it. I then pull it up to my cheek and just hold it there with my eyes closed.

“Frankie. Honey, is Eloise ok?” she breaks the silence and I nod with my eyes still closed. 

“She's fine, mi corazón {my heart}. Perfectly ok. I got her out of there,” I promise her still with my eyes closed, afraid this is a dream. 

“Frankie, baby. You can look at me,” she softly whispers as she caresses my cheek. 

“I’m scared it’s a dream, baby,” I tell her and she lets out a small giggle. 

“I promise you it’s not a dream. I'm right here, alive and well,” she promises and I sigh before opening my eyes once again. 

“See, I’m right here,” she coos as she puts her other hand on my cheek and uses both to gently pull my face so I’m looking into her eyes. 

“When Eloise called me… I… I…” I stumble over my words and y/n is quick to calm me. 

“Shhh. Baby, it’s over,” she gently hushes as she rubs my cheek softly with her thumb. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. I shouldn’t have taken that extra shift at the shop,” I choke out as I shake my head and tears start to fall. 

“Hey. No. This isn’t on you. Not one bit, okay? Please, Frankie, don’t blame yourself,” she practically begs me, pleading with her eyes. 

“Come here, babe,” she tells me as she takes her hands away from my face and pats the bed. 

I slowly get up and she moves over a bit as I sit down. I put my arm around her and she leans into me with a sigh as she cuddles into my side. I kiss her forehead as we settle into a comfortable silence as we hold one another. 

“Knock, knock,” the doctor speaks as the door opens and he comes in. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” he jokes as he looks at us while Eve rolls in some equipment and gives us a small smile before leaving again. 

“I’m Doctor Faylor. I’m glad to see you’re awake. I’m just going to take a look over the bruising on your neck and then we can look at the baby, ok?” he introduces himself to y/n before asking, making both me and Y/n nod before I start to get up. 

“Wait… you know?” Y/n asks me with her eyes wide. 

“Yes, querida {dear}. I know,” I tell her as I sit back down in the chair. 

“I told him. I thought he had known, but he didn’t. We weren’t sure if you even knew. Although I am sure you did since the wounds on your arms suggest you had covered your stomach,” Doctor Faylor explains as he puts his gloves on. 

“Yeah… I knew… I was going to tell you after dinner tonight-” she starts to explain and I shake my head. 

“Last night,” I correct with a light chuckle when she pauses and rolls her eyes at me. 

“I thought after I told you we could have decided when to tell Eloise and others together…” she timidly continues to explain and I give her a smile, nodding as she reaches out to me. 

“Ok. Let’s have you sit up,” Doctor Faylor gently commands her and she nods before letting go of my hand to use both of her hands to push herself into a sitting position. 

She then swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits sideways. Doctor Faylor then uses his stethoscope to check her heart and lungs. He nods, pleased as he pulls the earpieces down and places it back around his neck. 

“Ok. Mrs. Morales, I’m going to touch the bruises on your neck and I want you to tell me how much the pain level is from one to ten, ok?” he asks her and she nods timidly. 

I reach my hand out and grab onto hers again, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers. She gives me a small thankful smile before Doctor Faylor is pressing lightly on her neck. He presses into it for a few more minutes and she flinches one or two times as she mutters out a light five. 

“Well, you're talking and you only really flinched twice as well as telling me pain is only at a five. So I think you're better off than we originally thought,” Doctor Faylor explains as he pulls away from her. 

“The bruises should go away sometime soon, so other than that I guess now we should check on baby, yeah?” he asks as he takes his gloves off before washing his hands. 

He rolls the machine Eve brought in over next to the bed. He then rolls his stool over and takes a seat on it. 

“Yes, please,” y/n replies with a grin as she slowly lifts her shirt as she leans back onto her bed again. 

“Warning, this’ll be a little cold,” he warns her and she shrugs. 

“I know. I’ve done this before,” she jokes with a giggle, making me shake my head in disbelief before standing up. 

I walk around to the other side of her bed and she scoots over just a bit as I sit down next to her. She smiles up at me as she holds her non-casted hand out and I can’t help but to smile as I grab onto it. She lays our joined hands just under her breast bone before turning back to the doctor as he finishes setting the machine up. 

He then picks up the gel and squirts it onto her stomach. She flinches just the slightest, squeezing my hand as she giggles. 

“It’s almost hard to believe I was in special forces, huh hon?” she asks me and I give her a confused look. 

“And why is that, Cariño {sweetie}?” I ask her and she giggles again. 

“Well for one, I didn’t fight back with Hector and two, I’m all giddy and happy,” she explains and I shake my head, letting out a chuckle. 

“Cariño, me encanta {Sweetheart I love}, I promise you this is how you’ve always been. Even when you joined the group way back when. Why do ya think your nickname is sweet pea?” I joke with her, making her roll her eyes as a nurse walks in and over to the doctor. 

“Frankie, honey. I’m sure I seemed more serious at one point or another,” she tells me and I playfully roll my eyes, making her scoff as she hits my chest. 

“Oh, of course you did, mi amor {my love}. What was I thinking?” I playfully roll my eyes, making the doctor chuckle as the nurse and him look at us. 

“I know right?” she jokes and I roll my eyes at her. 

“But really, querida {dear}. You’ve been out for almost nine years now. You're bound to forget about some of our old ways. I know I have… I don’t think I’d be able to do it now that I’ve been out so long,” I inform her and she nods, pursing her lips. 

“I suppose you may be right…” she agrees, trailing off. 

“May be? Honey, I’m always right,” I joke and she giggles. 

“Oh, of course…” she playfully agrees and I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I just had to give the doctor some information. Carry on. Congratulations on the baby,” the nurse tells us before she scurries out of the room. 

“Ok… let’s see here,” Doctor Faylor speaks aloud as goes back to looking before turning the screen to us. 

“All looks very well. This right here is the little bean. It’s still a little too early to know much, but baby and mama look very healthy so far,” he explains as he points out the baby:

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” Doctor Faylor asks and y/n’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

“Wait, you can do that this early on?” Y/n asks in shock and Doctor Faylor nods while humming. 

“Yes, we can,” he replies with a smile and y/n nods quickly. 

“Then can we, please?” she asks and he nods at her. 

“Of course. Let me just find it,” he promises as he moves the doppler around. 

“Frankie, we're having another baby…” y/n turns to me with a big smile and for a moment I can’t help but to just forget about the circumstances of why we’re actually in this hospital. 

“That we are, estimado {my dear} and I couldn’t be happier about it. Although this time, it better be a boy,” I joke with her as I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she giggles. 

“I can’t promise you that, honey,” she jokes back and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Ayyy. Dios, ayúdame si conseguimos otra chica… {lord help me if we get another girl…}. That’s when I’ll believe in the curse you were telling me about…” I promise her and she giggles some more. 

“Curse?” Doctor Faylor asks with a raised eyebrow as he starts to take pictures for us. 

“Sí. She was telling me that her family is cursed to only basically have girls. I told her we’d break it cause I’m not getting stuck with all girls,” I joke with a smirk as she slaps my arm. 

“Either way, you’d love it. You love being a father of daughters. Admit it. I know you do,” she tells me and I playfully shrug. 

“Maybe I do…” I coyly agree with her and she giggles, shaking her head before looking back at the screen. 

“Ok. I’ve found it. Here’s your baby’s heartbeat,” Doctor Faylor announces as he turns a dial on the side. 

It goes quiet for a moment before we hear a small thump sound and a smile takes over my face. I involuntarily let out a sniffle and y/n looks at me. 

“Awe, honey. You're crying,” she comments as she lets go of my hand to wipe at my face. 

“I just can’t help it. That’s our child, mi amore {my love},” I say through my tears and she smiles even more. 

“Honey, I know. It’s quite an amazing thing, isn’t it,” she tells me and I nod vigorously, making her laugh. 

“Ok. Baby’s heart beats seem to be staying at an even 156,” Doctor Faylor tells us and I shake my head. 

“Is that a good thing? They didn’t tell us that the last two times,” I ask and he nods while chuckling. 

“Yes. It’s very good. Perfect actually. A good healthy range is between 140 and 170, so your little peanut is right in the middle range. She sounds healthy and strong,” the Doctor explains and y/n turns, grinning at me. 

“Frankie…” y/n says in a tearful tone and I chuckle before hugging her. 

“I know, mi vida {my life}, I know,” I softly tell her and she sniffles into my chest. 

“Ok. Well everything looks ok with mama and baby. I took some photos and I wrote down measurements. They'll be in your file ready to go home with you when you sign out,” Doctor Faylor explains as he turns the machine off and hands y/n a towel. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, Doctor,” I agree with a light smile as y/n wipes her stomach off. 

“Now. I hate to ruin the happy happy moment…” the doctor speaks again, making me frown and shake my head. 

“You didn’t ruin anything at all,” y/n speaks up before I can as she smiles at him. 

“You actually made this so nice,” she continues and he chuckles before shaking his head. 

“No. I know. I’m glad I could make your day a little better, but uhh, the police are here for your statement,” the doctor hesitantly tells us and my smile falls as silence takes over. 

“They're out front. I told the nurse not to let them in until you're ready for them,” Doctor Faylor quickly explains and y/n nods lightly. 

“Ok. Go ahead and send them in,” she tells him as she straightens up just a bit as she squeezes my hand. 

“Ok. I’ll bring them right in. Just a moment,” Doctor Faylor tells us with a final nod before he walks out. 

I squeeze her hand back before standing up from the bed. I let go of her hand just to walk around back to my chair, before grabbing back onto it. It’s quiet now as we wait and y/n sighs. 

“Hey. You’ll be ok. I’ll be here the whole time,” I promise her and she nods just as the door opens. 

“Hi, Mrs. Morales, I’m Athena. I’m here to take your statement,” the officer introduces herself as she walks in and comes to a stop next to me. 

The officer then stays for maybe twenty to thirty minutes talking with y/n. She tells them what happened and I stay silent as she explains. As she recounts everything, I rub my thumb over the back of her hand, trying to keep her calm as well as myself. 

Hearing all that happened makes my blood boil and I have to restrain myself from rushing out of the hospital to hunt Hector down. I’d use my past training as best as I possibly could to take him on for trying to lay a hand on my family. I’m quickly broken out of my thoughts when the officer hums as she puts her pen away. 

She tells us she has all she needs and that she promises to put him away for good before leaving. Once the door closes behind her, y/n sighs and it gets silent again. I let it stay quiet so y/n can work though her thoughts before anything else happens. 

“Frankie… can we go home soon?” she soon whispers out her question and my heart hurts for her. 

“Por supuesto {of course}, mi amor. I’ll go talk with the nurses and hopefully get you signed out,” I tell her and she nods before sinking down into the bed. 

I shake my head lightly before walking out of the room. Once the door closes behind me, I let out a puff of air before heading to the nurses station down the hall. 

“Hi, sir. How can I help you?” the nurse sitting at the desk asks as she looks up at me. 

“Umm, I was wondering if I could get the paperwork to sign my wife out?” I ask and she nods before quickly getting up. 

“Of course, sir. One moment and I’ll have them ready for you. Would you like me to bring them to her room or are you wanting to wait here?” she asks me as she looks through a filing cabinet. 

“Um, here if I could. She just needs a moment to herself, I think,” I inform her and she nods before walking back over to me. 

She puts the papers in front of me before she grabs a stack of arrow sticky notes. She goes through and puts one next to every spot I need to sign before putting the sticky notes down. She hands a pen to me before taking a seat back at her computer. 

I take it and make quick work of signing it all. When I’m done, I close the pen and pick up the paperwork. 

“Here you go,” I tell the nurse as I hand it to her. 

“Whoa, you’re quick,” she chuckles out as she stands back up. 

“Yeah, well, my wife is ready to leave. I don’t want to make her stay longer than she has to,” I inform her and she smiles softly in understanding as she takes the papers. 

“Ok. All looks good. You're good to head out whenever you’re ready to go now,” she tells me as she takes a quick look over it all. 

“Ok. Thank you,” I respond before pushing myself off the counter and starting to walk back to her room. 

I walk back, but take a moment to take a deep breath before opening the door. Once I feel a little more calm, I open the door and walk back in. 

“Hey. We’re good to go whenever you want to, mi amor {my heart},” I tell her and she nods with a light smile. 

“Thank goodness. I’m ready to be home with my baby,” she groans out and I shake my head, chuckling. 

“Actually, miel {honey}, unfortunately we can not go home,” I break it to her and she looks at me confused. 

“Why not?” she asks and I sigh. 

“The police don’t want us back. They’ve closed it off as a crime scene. So I have plans for us to stay with Pope,” I inform her and she sighs before nodding. 

“Ok. Let’s go there then, I guess,” she agrees and I nod. 

“Ok. Let’s go then, if you’re ready?” I agree before questioning her and she nods. 

“Do I have clothes to change into?” she asks and I shake my head. 

“No. Sorry. I can have one of the boys bring you some. They have to pick us up anyway and I believe Will said he got some of our stuff from the house,” I tell her and she sighs before just agreeing with a nod. 

“I guess that’ll work. All I know is I just want a normal bed,” she groans and I nod. 

“Of course, baby, that makes total sense. I’ll go call Pope right now,” I inform her and she nods before sinking down on her bed while closing her eyes. 

To Be Continued…

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All Together or Not At All 6

Previously, before anything else, my vision went black.  

“Y/n!?”  

“Yazawa?!” 

NOW 

(Author’s Pov) 

Midoria, Todoroki, Iida and Yazawa were all in the Hosu Hospital. The fellas were awake but poor Y/n was still unconscious. 

“Did you sleep, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked the green haired boy, while looking at his unconscious soulmate. 

“No. Not really, I kept worrying about her.” Midoriya looked over at his soulmate. Wanting her to wake up. 

“I figured. Me neither.” 

Both gazes then met. 

“Thinking about that fight, we did pretty amazing.” Midoriya looked up at the ceiling. 

“Yea, I agree. But I wish she did not get hurt.” Todoroki kept looking at his other soulmate. He was smart enough to put the pieces together. 

“After everything that happened back there, it kind of feels like a miracle we’re even alive. With my leg messed up, I was an easy target. He probably could’ve killed me if he really wanted to.” Midoriya looked down at his leg. 

“Yea. Seems to me he let us both live on purpose. I’m impressed by you though, Iida. He was trying to murder you, but you stood tall.” Todoroki looked over at Iida. 

Iida shook his head. 

“That’s not true. I was-” 

Iida was cut off by the door opening. 

Manual and Gran Torino walked in.  

“Oh, so you youngins are awake.” Gran Torino looked at the students. 

“Gran Torino!” 

“And Manual, too.”  

Gran Torino walked to Midoriya. 

“You! I could yell at you for hours right not.”  

Midoriya started to sweat. 

“Yea. I’m sorry.” Midoriya looked down. 

“But before I do, you have a visitor.” 

All the students, who were awake, were confused. 

“This is Hosu’s chief of police.” 

The students tried to stand up and bow but were stopped. 

“No, please stay seated. Woof. So, you are the U.A students that brought the hero killer down.” The Chief of police looked down at the students. 

“We are.” Todoroki spoke. 

“Stain has some serious injuries. Several burns and several broken bones. Right now, he’s in the hospital under strict guards, woof. Here’s a lesson you should have already learned. When quirks became the normal, the police sought out to maintain the status quo. They decided we wouldn’t use quirks as weapons. That’s when heroes came in. They could do what we couldn’t. If they were licensed of course, woof. It would be impossible for the police to condone the use of deadly quirks. After all, we’re here to stop such harm from being done. The only reason pros can use their power is because of the strict code of ethics that the heroes chose to abide by. That's why it’s against the law for uncertified people to use their quirks to cause inquiry. Whether you were up against the hero killer or not, none of you have the authority to harm the villain. That means the four of you and your sponsors, should receive harsh punishment for this gross abuse of your powers.”  

Todoroki did not like what he was hearing. 

“Now wait a minute. If Iida did not step in, then Native would have been killed. And not for Midoriya, both of them would have been killed. No one else even realized that the hero killer was in Hosu. Are you saying should’ve stood by and watched people die?” 

They continued their conversation. The students were relieved to know that they weren’t going to be in trouble. That Endeavor would take the spotlight. 

All the students were sent home.  

But Y/n was still there, alone.  

Until a certain blonde, forced his way into her hospital room. 

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A Bering & Wells Gift Exchange comic story for @lady-adventuress. Happy Palentines Day, friend! There are typos and drawos, even after my very extensive, not-at-all rushed, proof-reading, so, many advance apologies. Thank you for the ideas, I tried to stay in line with mistaken identity/long lost theme. Hope it is enjoyable!

Myka was seventeen when Emily Lake, her best friend, disappeared. Whisked away into the night by Mrs. Frederic, crying and inconsolable, cursing her father’s name. It was unreal, all of it, from first kiss to final goodbye. But whatever disbelief Myka had held onto, wide awake in her bed most of that night, shattered entirely on her walk to school the next morning.

She remembers hearing the sirens as she’d finally drifted into sleep but there were always sirens. Sirens were never unusual.

She should have known. She should have known.

Emily Lake’s house was burned to the ground. A smoldering pile of charred rubble, surrounded by crime scene tape, police vehicles, and a white Coroner's Office van.

She could only get so close but she could see all she needed to see.

She doesn't remember losing consciousness, though she supposes no one does when they come to. She remembers the spinning. She remembers the falling.

And she remembers waking up in the back of an ambulance with Mrs. Frederic by her side.

//

Myka sees Mrs. Frederic a lot over the years. Not by choice or chance. Not by want for that woman to be in her life. Just by the mere fact that she loves a ghost. A girl that's supposed to be dead.

Burned up in a house fire.

Buried in the ground.

They'd pulled two bodies from the rubble of Emily Lake's house, too badly burned for an open casket. Too unknown and unrelated to anyone of means to have a proper burial.

Myka went to Emily's memorial at the high school. She listened as others spoke about a girl they knew nothing about. And while she grew angry at their forced tears and fabricated associations to a dead girl they never knew, she, herself, had absolutely nothing to say about it.

Her best friend, Emily Lake, had died in a fire.

Some girl she loves, called Helena, arose from her ashes.

//

Myka sees Mrs. Frederic once when she's nineteen. This time she hasn't passed out. She's at a cafe on her college campus, listening to music through a set of headphones, and drawing in her sketchbook.

Mrs. Frederic sets a flyer down on the table in front of Myka and takes a seat in the chair across from her.

She doesn't wait for Myka to remove her headphones or even acknowledge her presence.

"This is not cute," the older woman tells her while gesturing down at the paper. "This is too close."

Myka eyes the flyer. It isn't hers per se but she'd been hired by someone on campus to draw it for an upcoming event. It's a very simple drawing of two women holding hands, but one of those women looks a lot like herself and the other looks a lot like someone she used to know.

"You don't like my art?" Myka sighs, turning her attention back to her sketchbook.

"She's dead," Mrs. Frederic recites, not at all for the first time.

Myka puffs out a soft laugh, glances up at Mrs. Frederic, and says, "And yet here you are. Again."

"It isn't safe yet, Myka."

Myka drops her pencil. "When will it be?"

Mrs. Frederic looks away from Myka, over her shoulder, out of a window. She says, without ever turning back, "I told you to forget her. She told you to forget her. You know the consequences of not doing that. You've seen what they're capable of."

"I don't know anything. I certainly don't know the consequences or who they are."

"And believe me when I tell you that you do not want to."

"Is it witness protection?"

"Do I look like I work for the Marshal's office, Ms. Bering? Do our interactions scream Federal Government to you?"

Myka eyes Mrs. Frederic up and down but says nothing at all. In response, she receives a huff of annoyance from the older woman across from her.

"The amount of time I have spent running interference between you and that girl is both baffling and exhausting."

That makes Myka smile. Just a little.

"Finish school, Ms. Bering. Keep your head down. Stop this," Mrs. Frederic taps the paper on the table, "and forget her." She stands and turns then adds, just over her shoulder, "I won't be repeating myself."

Myka sits back in her chair, smiles softly up at the other woman, and says, "Let's do this again sometime, hm?"

Mrs. Frederic rolls her eyes up and sighs. Then turns and walks away.

//

When Myka graduates college at twenty-two, she catches a glimpse of Mrs. Frederic in the hallway of the auditorium where her commencement ceremony is to take place. She is mentally and emotionally preparing herself to fend off all of that woman's criticisms, about what she should and shouldn't be drawing, about how she should and should not be living her life, about who she should and should not be remembering.

But Mrs. Frederic never approaches her. She disappears into the crowd.

Myka has always just assumed that she is being watched, that Mrs. Frederic is watching her. But Mrs. Frederic has never, before now, allowed herself to be seen in return.

//

Myka starts dating a boy named Sam when she is twenty-five years old. Sam doesn't remind her of Helena and it's the thing she likes most about him. It's easy. He's nice. They have fun together.

Myka doesn't see Mrs. Frederic the entire two years they are dating. And somehow, somewhere inside of her, she's a little sad about that.

//

Sam is killed in an accident when Myka is twenty-eight.

They had been broken up for a year at that point but they were still close. Still really good friends with a shared love of art and creating, still collaborating to make what dreams they may have into reality.

A lot of Myka's art shifts back into dark places and in those dark places comes reminders of dark histories. Of grief and sadness. Of love and loss. Of all the pain suffered and endured and, mostly, overcome when the perfect person comes along and holds your hand through it all.

For years, that had been Emily.

Helena.

They'd suffered and endured. They'd held hands through it all. Comforted each other, whenever the other needed it most. Together, they'd imagine themselves on fantastic journeys. The innumerable marks on their skin, souvenirs from their mishaps and adventures.

Myka hasn't cried in so long but she cries the night Sam dies. She cries hard and long, for hours and hours. And when she's all cried out over Sam, she starts crying all over again for Emily Lake.

For the girl named Helena whose last name she doesn't even know. She cries until she falls asleep, then wakes up and does it all over again the next day. She does this for a whole week until the day of Sam's funeral and she doesn't know who she cries for more, Sam, Helena, or herself.

It's been nearly four years since their last encounter but Myka isn't surprised when Mrs. Frederic appears. After the casket is lowered and the crowd dispersed, she steps to Myka's side and stands there just beside her for several moments in silence.

And when Mrs. Frederic has decided she's had enough of the quiet, she says, "You did try. I'll give you that."

Myka doesn't know why but this comment, a simple and useless recognition from the woman who gives almost nothing at all, makes her full belly laugh, crying tears of laughter until she can cry no more.

//

Myka is almost thirty when she almost dies of a heart attack. And then, immediately after that, almost dies by large-toe bludgeoning.

"I'm glad to see you attempting to move on with your life."

"Oh, fuck!" Myka drops a mixing bowl of cooke dough and the very thin, suddenly sharp lip of that bowl lands square on her big toe. When she turns to Mrs. Frederic, in her kitchen somehow, she swears that woman is smiling.

Even if just barely.

"That's a new trick." Myka growls, calming her racing heart.

"New to whom? You seem to be an expert in the field of accidental self-inflicted wounds."

"I mean you. In my kitchen. Inside of my apartment." Myka sighs. "How did you get in here?"

"Certainly not by working at the Marshal's office." Mrs. Frederic quirks a singular brow in Myka's direction.

"Certainly not." Myka mimics, lowering herself to the ground, to clean the cookie dough from tile floor. "What have I done now?"

"I've seen the draft of your very telling graphic memoir. I thought we were clear on the lines that should not be crossed."

Myka stops cleaning. "Speaking of lines that should not be crossed, I won't bother asking how you've seen something that exists solely on my computer." She stands and crosses her arms and tells Mrs. Frederic, "It doesn't mean anything to anyone except me. Nobody else would know it's her and it's not like it's going to bring her back."

"Myka."

Myka laughs softly, "Wow. First name basis? I have definitely crossed a line."

"The problem is, that is exactly what could happen. It could bring her back. Give her no choice but to return."

"She has a choice now? Because that's not what it looked like when you dragged her away."

"I did not drag her. I simply urged her to move forward, faster. You saw, with your own eyes, what the result would have been had she lingered with you. Two homes might have burned that night and your family--"

"I have a lot of respect for you, Mrs. Frederic, despite your constant intrusions. But please, do not talk about my family."

"Fair enough," Mrs. Frederic concedes after a sigh.

"You know, I thought I'd have more hope over time. That she was alive. That she'd one day come back. That I could go to her. Or that holding on to her the way I do would eventually mean something. Anything.

"But after all this time, I find myself more often grieving Emily's death. Because it's the only thing that's real in my mind, it's the only thing that happened.

"Helena is just... she's an old memory that I struggle to keep alive. Ten minutes in one night in the entirety of my life. And I don't even know if anything about those ten minutes is real. If it even means anything. If it's worth holding on to."

Mrs. Frederic watches Myka in thoughtful silence.

"I do know that I never want to forget the way she makes me feel. They way she always made me feel. As Emily, before Helena. She taught me so much. She helped me open up. She opened up to me.

"If I can't talk about her, in a book about my life, there is no book.

"She was my best friend and I loved her. I do what I love because of her and having known her and loved her, for the little time that I was able to, still impacts my life today. Every single day."

Myka gestures to Mrs. Frederic and smiles.

"You, Mrs. Frederic, are living proof of that." She pauses to laugh and adds, "Or the most prolific stalker the world has ever seen."

The older woman remains quiet, pensive. And for a second, one tiny fraction of a second, Myka thinks she's going to show some kind of emotion. Sympathy. Sadness. Contentedness. Amusement? At this point, Myka would even take her usual dose of exhaustion. But Mrs. Frederic's face remains a facade of unconvinced underwhelm and boredom.

Her words, however, belie genuine emotion.

"I have a story for you."

Myka arches a brow. "How suspicious."

"Two little girls grew up together, lived similar lives with similar fathers, who mistreated them in very similar ways. In a single night, they had the nerve to fall in love, right in front of my eyes. A youthful, foolish love that should have ended a decade ago. And yet, here I stand, an intermediary between two foolish girls who refuse to let each other go. Even as they risk their very ends.

"One of those girls is the daughter of a dangerous man who once had the power to demand ungodly things be done to the families of even more dangerous people.

"And the other girl, Ms. Bering, is you."

Myka breathes in slowly. Breathes out one long steady breath.

"I have... so much work to do. And yet, for some reason, I spend, have spent, most of my time intervening in various shenanigans between the two of you."

"Me, living my life like a normal human being, not constantly under threat by some faceless boogie man, is not shenanigans."

Mrs. Frederic ignores Myka's interjection and goes on.

"Intercepting every little whim of the heart you two decide to try and throw out into the world, in order to find each other without blatantly finding each other, when you both know, very well, that is the last thing you should be doing."

"She's... she's trying to find me?"

"Not the point," Mrs. Frederic cuts in. "The point is that she should not be. She knows that. Nor should you be and you know that. Because they could leverage you to get to her to get to her father. They have tried and they will continue to try. And I will continue exhausting myself to keep you two safe because that is what I am, unfortunately, obligated to do.

"No matter how hard you make the task. No matter how many times you want to laugh in the face of it, believe me when I say that he is not worth either of you dying."

Myka remains quiet. She stills. When Mrs. Frederic says no more, Myka takes in another steadying breath and says, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually care about me."

"I care to keep you alive. And her. Until such a time that I no longer have to care about keeping either of you anything for the foreseeable future."

"I do appreciate what you supposedly do, Mrs. Frederic, but in all of our time together, I have never, at any point, felt unsafe or watched by anyone but you."

"And you are welcome for that."

That, to Myka, is the most unnerving thing she has ever heard Mrs. Frederic say to her. In all of their time.

"So what, her dad was some sort of mob boss's hit man?"

"That's a close enough analogy."

"Why didn't you just tell me all of that from the beginning?"

"You were a child. You're no longer a child. I've seen what you've survived. Even if I myself don't find it amusing, I do understand why you laugh when threatened. Now, do you understand the gravity of this ongoing situation?"

Myka nods, "I do."

"I don't believe you."

Myka rolls her eyes. "I understand that I'm supposed to stop doing what I love to do most, drawing and telling stories about my own life, because you want this to end, sooner rather than later."

"No," Mrs. Frederic corrects, "because your life could end, sooner rather than later. You would not have a life to draw or tell stories about."

Myka breathes in deep.

"I am not asking you to give up your passion, Myka, I'm simply reminding you to be mindful, as your passion influences art that grows in popularity, about how much personal information you impress upon it.

"Or one day you'll turn around and it won't be me standing behind you."

//

Myka is thirty-two years old when Mrs. Frederic appears in a bookstore for one of Myka's book signings and, for whatever reason, that woman chooses to stand in line. Myka catches sight of her when she's at least eight people back, and after three more signings, she motions for Mrs. Frederic to come forward.

To Myka's surprise, the woman does.

Nothing about the way she looks has changed, except that she seems a little less baffled, a little less exhausted. Her visits had slowed, once more, as Myka's preoccupation with Helena's absence continued to wane over time.

"I could have waited," the woman tells Myka.

"The looming anticipation of your next threat was too much for me to handle." Myka smiles. "How is our girl?"

The older woman sighs heavily. All of that exhaustion and bafflement returning to her expression. But Myka is surprised, more than that, when Mrs. Frederic answers her genuinely.

"Insistent. Stubborn."

Myka smiles at the thought of Emily/Helena interacting with Mrs. Frederic in these little ways she occasionally interacts with Mrs. Frederic. A thing she used to think about often but doesn't think about so much anymore.

"Thank you," Myka says softly, lowering her head to face the table below and wiping away a stray tear. When she looks back up to Mrs. Frederic, she adds, "I appreciate knowing she hasn't changed one bit."

Mrs. Frederic reaches into her purse and pulls out a copy of Myka's book. She sets it on the table in front of Myka, who smiles wide.

"You bought my book."

"A birthday gift," Mrs. Frederic says, "for our very insistent friend."

//

Myka is thirty-four when Mrs. Frederic unexpectedly sits beside her on a park bench then holds an envelope out in front of her. And for the first time, in a long time, Myka isn't startled. She almost expects that other woman's arrival.

She says to the older woman, without ever looking at her, "I don't know what they're paying you but I'm sure it's not enough."

Myka doesn't immediately take that envelope but she can see that her name is on the front. She can see that the handwriting is Emily's. Recognizable in comparison to all of the old notes she has stashed away from high school.

Still, she straightens in her seat and asks, "We're on writing terms now?"

"Proof of life."

"Seventeen years ago, you told me she died." Myka cautiously takes the envelope. "You told me to forget about her."

"And nearly two decades later, look where that has gotten us."

"You've suggested on several occasions that I'd be murdered."

"I resisted the urge myself on many of those occasions."

"A joke?"

Mrs. Frederic arches a brow. The playfulness of that expression, Myka finds, is unnerving at best.

"You said they are dangerous people."

"They were."

"They were?"

"We're on the cusp of a resolution."

"A resolution? With very dangerous people? More dangerous than the man who committed heinous crimes against them?"

Mrs. Frederic nods and simply says, "Even dangerous people grow old."

"Then I guess I feel comforted that you haven't aged a day since we met."

Myka can see Mrs. Frederic suppressing a smile.

"You know, in all these years that I've come to know you, Mrs. Frederic, you don't strike me as the type to negotiate with, much less protect, a man who has done ungodly things to anyone. Dangerous people included."

"You refer to her father as a man, which is something I haven't done in over three decades." A pause follows a thoughtful sigh as Mrs. Frederic turns away from Myka and says. "Still, I find even calling him the monster that he is to be too generous."

Myka gives a subtle, understanding nod.

"The thing you may or may not have come to understand, without the proper context, is that some very terrible people are more valuable to when they are alive, worthless when they are dead, when the survival of many more good people depends on what they know. My employers find value in his living, so he remains alive and, by default, protected."

"And Helena? Where does she come into all of this talk of value and worth?"

"She is her father's collateral damage." Mrs. Frederic turns to Myka. "From the moment she was born, he has been using her existence to further his malintent. Without her, he would already be dead."

Myka can feel her blood rising.

"He had money. He had custody. He had power. He doesn't have any of those things now and I promise you, Myka Bering, that he is not worth the energy you will burn being angry at him."

Myka doesn't quite let the anger go. But she breathes a little steadier now.

//

Weeks later, Myka finds a Post-It note on her refrigerator door that she didn't place there and doesn't recall seeing the night before.

It reads: Answer the call. - F

Within the hour, Myka's cell phone rings. No name or number appears on the screen. And when she answers, it's with a tease. She says, "It only took you twenty years to realize you could threaten me over the phone instead of constantly sneaking up on me in public?"

"I told Irene," a soft, distantly familiar voice starts, "you'd tire of her appearing act sooner than most."

The voice hits her hard. Harder than the combined weight of every moment in her past that she has felt sorrow or grief or loneliness beyond measure. She has to steady her hands to not drop the phone. She has to steady her breathing to not fall to the floor.

"Helena?"

Soft breathing turns to soft laughter which turns to soft crying, on both ends of that line.

"Is that really you?"

"It really is."

Myka sits before she falls, carefully lowering herself to the kitchen floor. Clutching that phone in her hands. Her back to the cabinet doors. Her legs folded up before her.

She decides to start off small and easy.

"Hi."

And is rewarded beyond measure.

"Hello again, my love."

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Squish 2

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long! I ended up with a case of the writers block and then I got a new job so I’ve been stressing, trying to make sure I have everything ready and that I, myself, am ready to start my job. I hope y’all like this one, I’m not too sure how I feel about it yet. 

Pairing: Jake Sersein x Femreader

Warning: My usual shitting writing, Sexual references, Drinking, probably some misspelled words. 

I never would have thought I would find myself on the beach at almost two in the morning, drunk off my ass with what seems to be the brightest pink face mask known to man with three girls I just met about two weeks ago but here I am.

I had "officially" met Phoenix, Penny, and Lina, Bob's wife, a few days after I had picked up a drunken Jake from The Hard Deck. I guess everyone kept bugging Jake so he finally introduced me to everyone and the girls and I clicked instantly. We had talked the night away as if we had known each other for years.

"Girl are you even awake?"

I slowly lift my head off my fist, nodding, giving Phoenix a tired smile, "Wide awake."

Phoenix lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head at me, "Hangman was right, you are a tired drunk."

I wave her off with my hand before resting my head back on my fist.

Phoenix had texted me, talking about how it was just going to be a girl's night, we'd do some drinking, eat junk food, and gossip. What she neglected to tell me is that we would be drinking like we were twenty-one. I have always been a tired drunk but now that I'm older I just can't hang like I used to. I am struggling to keep my eyes open and find myself beginning to pray that it's almost time for Jake to come get me.

Lina clears her throat before turning to face Penny, "So Pen, we've all been wondering, what's Mav like in the sheets?"

My tired eyes widen as I almost break my neck to look at Penny. Lina wasn't wrong, I know that in the short time I've known the ladies, and been around The Hard Deck, there have been many conversations about the pilot.

Penny's cheeks turn a bit pink before she offers a little smirk, "Let's just say he knows what he's doing."

Lina and Phoenix boo Penny at her lack of response while I laugh, "What about Bob, Lina?"

"I'll have you know while he may be quiet on the outside, my little Bobby is quite the freak in the sheets. We broke our bed the other night because Bob wanted to try this new position where-"

Phoenix cuts Lina off before she could go any further,  making gagging noises, "I cannot, emphasis on CANNOT, hear about my WSO doing kinky shit. I'll never be able to look at him the same."

Penny turns her body towards me, an eyebrow raised, "And what about Mr. Bagman?"

Both Lina and Phoenix nod their heads, leaning forward in their chairs a little, "Yeah, is he as good as he says he is?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I wouldn't know, we haven't slept together."

"Wait for a second, so you're telling us that you two look at each other like that but haven't slept together?"

Even in my drunken state I could tell how sad that sounded. There was no denying that we were hopelessly in love with each other. I've seen the way he looks at me and I'm sure he's seen the loveydovey gazes I shoot in his direction. I truly have no idea why we haven't crossed that line, god knows that I've thought about it.

"Don't get me wrong, there have been many times were we could have but it just never happened."

While the girls start plotting ways to get Jake and I into bed, I let my head lull back. I was struggling to stay awake, the longer I fought it the more the alcohol seemed to be winning. My eyes were on fire the more I held them open.

As my head rolls to the side, I squint my eyes as my gaze lands on the parking lot where I immediately spot Jake's truck.

Phoenix let's out a groan, shoulders slumping as she spot Rooster make his way over with Jake, "The fun police are here."

Jake nodded his head towards the other girls before setting his gaze on me, giving me one of lopsided grins, "Hi Squish."

"Hi Jakey."

I watch as he bends down to grab my discarded shoes, slinging my bag over his should before he turns to look at me, "Ready to go home?"

Slowly nodding, I use his shoulder to push myself up from the chair; my other hand shooting to his head as I found myself stumbling a little bit.

Jake chuckles as he stands up, letting one of his hands fall to the backs of my thighs with his other going to my back and slowly lifts me up, "Ladies, I think it's time that I get this one home. We will see y'all later."

I give everyone a lazy wave goodbye before letting my head fall to Jake’s shoulder, completely forgetting that I had a pink face mask on and it would completely stain his black shirt. I bring one of my hands up to his face, "I missed you Jakey."

"I missed you too Squish."

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My eyes shoot open as I feel a hand on my thigh, "It's just me Squish, come on, we're home."

I slowly step down from his truck, letting out a little groan as my headache begins to set in

We slowly begin to make our way inside, Jake having me make my way up the stairs while he locked everything up. I didn't even make it up halfway before Jake had caught up with me.

Just like I did with him, Jake helped me the rest of the way up the stairs and into my bathroom.

Jake places his hands on my hips, which causes what feels like fire to course through my whole body, "Let's get the pink goo off your face, yeah?"

I nod and watch as he shuffles around my bathroom, grabbing a washcloth before turning the tap on and letting the warm water run onto the cloth, "You know, the girls and I talked about you tonight?"

Jake raises an eyebrow, briefly glancing at me before turning his attention back to ringing out the washcloth, "Oh yeah?"

I close my eyes and tilt my head back as Jake brings the cloth up to start washing my face, "They asked if we had ever had sex and if you were as good as you say you are."

I peak one eye open as I feel Jake’s actions halt, his eyes were trained on me.

"While I said no, what I wanted to say was that no we hadn't but I want you to completely rearrange my insides."

Jakes jaw falls as he slowly blinks at me, "Just how drunk are you?"

I hold my index finger and thumb, closing the space between them, "A little, the nap in the car really did me good."

Jake clears his throat before going back to wiping my face, "You can't say things like that to me, Squish. Especially when you're drunk and might not mean it."

"Oh I mean it Jakey."

Once he was finished with my face, he throws the washcloth to the side before placing his palms flat on the counter on either side of me, "I'm not going to have sex with you when you're drunk."

Take a deep breath in, praying for some confidence, I throw my arms around his shoulders and let my forehead fall against his, "Well if you;re not going to rearrange my insides, then the least you could do is kiss me."

Jake lets his eyes fall to my lips for a brief second before he pushes forward, lips colliding with mine with such force that it almost had me crashing into the mirror. His hands slide up my sides before he locks them around my jaw while my legs wrap around his waist and my hands travel from his shoulders to grip his shirt in my fists.

After what seems like forever, he pulls away but keeps his forehead attached to mine,"Do you know how long I have wanted to do that for?"

I dig my heels into his butt, bringing him closer to me, "Probably as long as I have. Now, can we go cuddle?"

He nods, hands sliding under my butt before picking me up off the counter and carrying me to my bedroom.