#woken from a 4 year old nap

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Woken from a 4 year nap

Muriel had to check on Crowley after Aziraphale left to be the Supreme Archangel.

Lost Memories Still Cast Love WIP

Fan fiction

By @kotias @olfactoryventriloquism @erisofdiscord

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Star Patient: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), and possibly more.

Inaccurate canon-timeline (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 8,390 words (I am so sorry for how long the first chapter is).

Chapters: Current chapter, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

         “Can you say ‘aaaaaah?’” (Y/N) drawled out.

        Her patient, little eight-year-old Lou, opened his mouth widely like a lion and ‘aaaaaah’ed for her as she shined her mediscope light down into his throat, checking his tonsils, uvula, throat's lining, gums, and tongue.

        “Mmm, I see. You can close your mouth now. Good job, Lou!” she cheered as the kid beamed. “He has enlarged tonsils. Do you hear him snore at night?” she questioned, turning her attention to the concerned mother.

        “He snores so loud he’s woken us up from across the house.” His mother sighed. “Is that bad?”

        “Does he have problems focusing in school because he’s tired. Taking naps that are over an hour multiple times a week?” (Y/N) asked.

        “Yes. His teacher complained just last week about him sleeping in class during a spelling test.” Lou's mother confirmed.

        “I see. Lou, do you have any problems sleeping? Like do you wake up multiple times a night?” (Y/N) questioned, looking over towards the small boy.

        “Maybe once or twice a night…” Lou muttered as he thought to himself.

        “And does your throat hurt when you wake up?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Sometimes.” He responded.

        “How often do you get sick?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Honestly, we’ve lost count. This past year he’s been sick at least three times.” His mother admitted.

        “And it’s June. I see.” (Y/N) nodded, grabbing her clipboard of papers and a pen. “Lou is experiencing obstructive sleep apnea due to his enlarged tonsils affecting his sleep, which is affecting his daytime behavior and is the cause of why he gets sick so often. I do recommend surgery to remove them. I’ll write down some children hospitals near your area that specialize in pediatric surgery, that way we can get the right surgeon for the job.” She explained, writing down hospitals, where they’re located, and doctor names specializing in tonsil-study.

        “Does this all sound about right, Doctor Ryan?” she questioned, turning her attention to the corner of the room where the doctor and her instructor stood, observing her performance. 

        “Absolutely phenomenal. You got everything right.” He praised, giving her a teethy smile that belonged on a Colgate commercial while a bubble of pride formed in her chest at his praise.

        “Oh thank you, Ms (L/N)!” Lou’s mother smiled as she clutched her hands together.

        “No worries. Here you go.” (Y/N) spoke, handing Lou's mother the papers. “Check out will be on your right when you walk out. There will be some ring pops too, go get yourself a reward for behaving so good today, Lou.” (Y/N) smiled as she rummaged through her cabinet for a sticker.

        She found one and handed it to Lou's open hand. 

        “You were my star patient today, bud! I’ll see you in a few weeks for your next check-up.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Thank you again.” Lou’s mother smiled as she held Lou’s hand. "What do we say, Lou?"

        “Thank you! Bye bye!” Lou cheered.

        “Fantastic work today. We have one more patient before you can head out, okay?” Doctor Ryan spoke.

        “Yes, sir!” (Y/N) smiled, excited of who she'd be working with next.

        She loved kids and she loved helping them. It made her happy to be able to care for them and help them on their recovery to healthiness and happiness, hence why she's studying to become a pediatrician.

        “They’re a bit on the older side, but we’re really short-staffed at the moment so I need you to take care of them.” Doctor Ryan explained.

        “How old?” she questioned, noticing they were leaving the hospital’s pediatric branch and going to the elevators.

        They both entered the elevator and Doctor Ryan pressed the 4th floor button. The doors closed as (Y/N) held the handle, feeling a little nauseous at being in a closed space with a man. She doesn't mind Doctor Ryan, but she doesn't like being trapped in uncomfortable proximity with a male—just a fear that was installed into her when she was young. Th elevator moved up two floors before the ride finally ended.

        “Well… they’re twenty-two.” The doctor sheepishly smiled.

        “Sir, I’m training to be a pediatrician, not a regular nurse.” (Y/N) stated firmly as the elevator doors opened, allowing them to walk out into the psychiatric branch of the hospital (must to her relief). 

        “Yes, but like I said, we’re short staffed. We just need to you re-evaluate his wounds and do a check-up on his physical health. He’s on suicide watch.” Doctor Ryan explained.

        She opened her mouth to complain before hearing his last words.

        Damn it, suicide watch? I don’t want them dying on my watch. Not only that, but I have experience in that field so I’m decent help for it. She thought. 

        “I… Yes, sir. I’ll get him checked out.” (Y/N) sighed, caving in.

        "Thank you! You know it's been with the shortages of nurses and all, especially for the psychiatric branch." Doctor Ryan sighed out, in relief rather than reluctant-acceptance that (Y/N) did.

        "I understand..." She sighed again.

        Yes, I understand that the psychiatric branch is full of unstable patients with crazy-strength if set off. How do they expect me to hold up on my own against a fight with these guys? (Y/N) thought to herself.

        They walked to the branch's help desk, scurrying through papers before Doctor Ryan made a noise of acknowledgment.

        "Ah-ha! Here you go." He smiled, giving the paper packet to (Y/N).

        (Y/N) grabbed a chair with wheels and moved it behind her, sitting down and reading the information. 

        "Like I said, just quickly re-evaluate his wounds and do a check up on his physical health. If he has any information on why he tried to commit suicide, write it down. It can help us with finding a therapist or at least a hotline for him. I'll go and write a report for Lou's visit, get that off your plate." Doctor Ryan explained, turning and walking away. "It's sad how young these kids are when they think all hope is lost..." he sighed.

        Twenty-two? That's a pretty normal age for suicide. Try eleven, Doc. (Y/N) thought sarcastically. Well, no time to mope about. Let's get this over with and hope for the best. (Y/N) thought, dreading the interaction.

        She wanted to be a pediatrician not only because she liked kids, but because they were much easier than adults. Adults live in a world where they're made to believe their pain is insignificant because elders and children are much more vulnerable to pain and suffering, so adults constantly fight their pain and hide it from others. Adults hide their pain to avoid pity, to avoid the expensive medical bill they don't want to pay. (Y/N)'s morals may be questionable, but if there's anything she believes as a nurse and upcoming-pediatrician, it's that you can't put a price on life. Kids have no shame telling someone if they're in pain, adults act as if they're dishonoring their family's reputation and pride if they tell someone they have a cough.

        Not only that, but she doesn't want to work with adult men. It's been proven that some perverted adult men cause injuries to themselves so they can be in the care of gentle women, who they take overpower and advantage of. Of course, women can do the exact same thing too, but it's more prevalent with males. (Y/N) hates working with adults because she doesn't want to be apart of their sexual fetishes or apart of the statistics.

        (Y/N) read through her patient's information, gathering the details she needs to access the situation:

Patient: Andrew Graves, 22. Room 402. Reason for admission: Jumped from a third-story building and ended up landing on his legs. By miracle, no injury to spine other than minor bruises. Both legs and ankles are shattered, needs multiple surgeries. Stitches on ankles, change bandages every 4-8 hours. Minor concussion and possible amnesia.  Precautions: Patient isn't very cooperative. Use restraints if necessary. Has a sister that is extremely uncooperative and violent, has threatened other nurses. Use extreme caution with patient and sister to prevent any pain or stress that would worsen patient's condition. 

        (Y/N) put the paper packet down on the desk and sighed, shoving her hands into her face and groaning.

        Of course! Not only an unruly patient, but an unruly visitor too? God, if you're real, is this your way of telling me it was a mistake being a pediatrician? (Y/N) thought to herself. Let's just get this damn thing over with, after this, I can go home and rest.

        She walked to a medical supply closet in the staff room and took some bandages and anti-septic cream, along with checking to make sure her stethoscope and mediscope was all there. She grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge and shoved it into her bag along with two mini-bags of pretzels from the snack cabinet. 

        She shut the staff room's door and locked it, shoving her key and lanyard under her lilac purple nursing scrubs in case some pocket-picker (or someone stupid enough) tries to steal her key. She made sure her bag's strap was secure against her firmly and walked towards room 402.

        (Y/N) stopped at the patient's door to collect her breath. She heard voices inside, only dreading the next few minutes once she realized how angry the voices sounded.

        "Damn it, Andrew! You just had to fuck shit up like you do with everything else, huh?" a girl's voice rang through the room.

        "Isn't this what you wanted? You make no sense..." a boy's voice, Andrew perhaps, sighed.

        "I didn't expect you to take me seriously, dumbass! What if you actually died? You'd leave me all alone to deal with the shit you caused!" the girl shouted.

        "Keep your voice down! And the shit I caused? You're the one that started it all! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be on the run!" Andrew hissed.

        "Oh, so eating the neighbor was my decision? Is that what you're saying! No, you're the one that fucking said it!" the girl exclaimed.

        "You implied it!" Andrew retorted.

        "I did nothing! But even then, we would've starved in that damn apartment! Is that what you wanted? And you're the one that killed the warden, then the damn lady!" the girl claimed.

        "Hey, the lady was self-defense and you're the one that made me kill the hitman! I killed the warden because you got caught! We would've both been fucked at that point!" Andrew reasoned.

        "WE ARE FUCKED!" the girl screamed.

        "Ashley! Calm down!" Andrew spoke, raising his tone.

        "ME CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I BE CALM AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" the girl, Ashley screamed, sounding crazy enough to potentially be pulling her hair out.

        "Well you're going to have to! Someone might discover we're on the run!" Andrew hissed through his teeth.        

        "Don't you realize, stupid?! If you died, you would've left me all alone in this shitty world. I can't live without you, Andy..." Ashley muttered.

        "My name isn't Andy, Andy is dead. It's Andrew." Andrew stated firmly.

        "Fuck you, Andrew! I hate Andrew! I want Andy back! At least Andy still liked me!" Ashley shouted, her tone sounded like she was close to breaking down in tears.

        "Ashley, come on... We've gone over this. I like you." Andrew sighed.

        "Yeah right! You tried sleeping with that lady at the apartment complex!" Ashley accused.

        "Damn it, Ashley! I already told you, she tried to kill me so I killed her! What part of that involves sex?" Andrew hissed.

        "I don't want to hear it, you bastard! The second you get a girlfriend, I become invisible to you!" Ashley complained.

        "As if! I was always ditching Julia for you! Even then, you fucking convinced her into breaking up with me!" Andrew huffed.

        "I was weeding out the whores that sprout their legs open! She doesn't deserve someone like you, Andy!" Ashley shouted, then took a deep breath. "I'm your sister, Andy. I know what's best for you! I know who's best for you! She wasn't shit!"

         "You're stressing me out, Ashley..." Andrew groaned, his voice muffled (presumably shoving his face into his hands). "I don't want to talk about this... I don't even know how we got on this topic but just shut up about it... We'll leave as soon as I heal up some." 

        "That'll take too long. We can leave now!" Ashley whined.

        "And what? You want me to run on two broken legs? Are you going to carry me?" Andrew spoke, verbally knocking some sense into her. 

        "I-I'll find a damn wheelchair! We'll put you on a wheelchair and run." Ashley spoke, suddenly not sounding as confident and aggressive as she was previously. 

        "Run where? There's no where we can go! Mom doesn't want us and we can't just live on the streets forever. This is a good opportunity for us to rest here and think about our next move." Andrew explained.

        "Says you. You get a nice bed and food provided to you while I'll be stuck outside, cold and alone while I rot away outside." Ashley snapped, exaggerating her voice on the last bit.

        "I'm sure you'll figure something out. You have a way with getting what you want." Andrew huffed.

        "Not all the time..." Ashley muttered. "I still think we should take a wheelchair and-"

        "Leave, Ashley. Visiting time is over." Andrew spoke firmly.

        "But-" Ashley started, but was cut off.

        "No buts, Ashley. Leave... You're just making me feel worse..." Andrew sighed in frustration.

        Good, stand your ground against her. I don't know their full story, but Ashley sounds really manipulative to me, but Andrew definitely doesn't sound like a victim either... (Y/N) thought to herself. 

        "Fine, I'll leave and I'll never come back! You can't live without me, Andy!" Ashley shouted before walking towards the door.

        Sounds like a threat... (Y/N) thought. 

        Damn it, she's infuriating. As expected of her though... Andrew thought to himself.

        (Y/N) realized that Ashley was coming her way. She didn't want to seem nosey so she quickly ran to an open hospital room, making sure to redirect her weight to her legs so her footsteps wouldn't make noise in case it alerted Ashley. She heard Andrew's door open before slamming close, then footsteps walking past the room (Y/N) was in.

        (Y/N) held close to the wall where the door was, hiding herself in case Ashley peeked into the room on her way out. (Y/N) waited a minute after the footsteps vanished, just to be sure that Ashley wasn't on her way back. She walked back to the door before stopping, realizing what the siblings revealed to her.

        They're murderers. Not only that, but cannibals too. They both confessed. I have to be careful about this guy, two broken legs or none, he's dangerous. (Y/N) thought to herself, then held her fist up to the door.

        She gently knocked three times, then opened the door, not caring for a response back. She saw Andrew staring out of the hospital's window (one without bars, (Y/N) believes that's a stupid decision since this is a known suicidal branch on the fourth floor). His reflection showed his eyes closed, his eyebrows pinched in frustration.

        "I said leave, Ash—" Andrew's head turned to look at the nurse and his eyes only hardened, as if seeming more mad at the nurse than at Ashley who ran off.

        Watch it, buddy. I can make your death look like an accident... (Y/N) thought inside of her head, only proving her dislike of caring for adults.

        "Expecting someone else?" (Y/N) spoke, forcing a polite smile on her face. 

        I'd rather not have to try and fight him into restraining him against the bed. She thought. 

        Andrew stayed quiet as he glared at her.

        The previous nurses that entered his room weren't very kind to him, they were old and seemed annoyed to care for their patients. They got an earful from Ashley. Not only that, but they sure were rough with re-doing his bandages, sloppy too. He didn't want to deal with anyone else today, he just wants to go to sleep.

        Maybe a permanent sleep like jumping out of this window... At least I wouldn't hear Ashley complain so much. Andrew thought to himself.

        To be honest, Andrew doesn't exactly remember much. For some reason, he only has memory of the past three months and that's it. All of his memories consisted of being locked in an apartment with little food, to no food, for three months with Ashley, rotting away. Then Ashley had the bright idea to eat the neighbor after breaking into his apartment and seeing him fail a seance to a... demon? As crazy as that sounds.

        Well, she didn't exactly say it, but she placed the thought into Andrew's head then forced Andrew to say it to make it seem like it was his idea. Then she started chopping the neighbor up to eat him, then the warden came and Ashley got caught, which resorted in Andrew having to kill the warden so the warden wouldn't contact any other wardens with his walkie-talkie. Ashley had the bright idea to escape the apartment complex by completing the seance and offering live human. Andrew eventually agreed to it.

        Then they ran from the place and ended up in a lady's apartment. Turns out she whored herself to get food from the wardens, so they used her to escape. While Ashley left to do the seance, Andrew had to hold her hostage so she wouldn't try to call for help from the wardens. He made the mistake of taking his clever away from her neck and letting go of her, but she got ballsy and tried to kill him with a nail gun, resulting in Andrew killing her. Then Ashley came back and started to freak out, saying that Andrew was trying to get in the girls pants (however she came up with that conclusion, Andrew is unsure). 

        They completed the seance by sacrificing a warden and escaped the apartment complex, finding themselves on the run as wanted felons. It was then when Ashley and Andrew got in a fight and Ashley told Andrew to kill himself, to make it easy for her and the police. Andrew was fed up of running and listening to his sister's idiotic (and borderline psychotic) ideas that he actually did jump (to which Ashley brought him here instead of just letting him bleed out, much to his dismay). 

        But before all of those events, everything else is blurry. He has no recollection of himself or his family after all the horrid memories trapped in his head.

        (Y/N) felt a little unsettled under his very judgmental gaze, remembering that he confessed to killing at least two people (possibly even more).

        Is he sizing me up to be his next victim? (Y/N) briefly thought before pushing that thought away. No, he said that they would've starved in their... apartment? What did they mean by that? 

        As much as she wanted to find out, she didn't really feel like wanting to die either. Her college debt would go to her family, and it'd be too bothersome to die. Too much time wasting on dying (she'd be too impatient to die slowly). 

        “I’m a student studying nursing, please call me (Y/N) despite the name tag.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        I'd rather not tell him I'm studying pediatric nursing. I don't want him freaking out or anything since I'm technically out of my field. She thought.

        “They couldn’t bring a real nurse or doctor?” Andrew huffed.

        Great, if she makes any mistakes, he might have to stay here longer than necessary, and Andrew does not want that.

        “Unfortunately, we’re short-staffed at the moment. No one here likes working the night shift.” (Y/N) sighed. “But, luckily for you, I happen to be a very good student. I even dare to say better than some of the other nurses here.” (Y/N) joked, a smile on her face to try and brighten up the murderous aura surrounding Andrew.

        Andrew stared at her in silence, unamused.

        “Tough crowd…” She muttered. “Alright, let’s get this over with first.” (Y/N) spoke, walking closer to Andrew (whose guard only raised even more at this). “How many fingers am I holding up?” she questioned, holding up two fingers.

        “Four.” Andrew huffed, crossing his arms.

        “And now?” she questioned, holding up one.

        “Two.” Andrew answered.

        “Last time.” She commented, holding up two fingers again.

        “Four.” Andrew spoke.

        “Okay, are you thirsty right now?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “I guess…” Andrew muttered.

        “Here.” (Y/N) spoke, digging into her medical bag and grabbing the bottle of water she shoved in there from earlier. “Hungry too?”

        “No.” Andrew answered, resulting in her placing a bag of pretzels and water on his nightstand.

        “They're for later. It’s important not to have them now even though you’re thirsty. Just trust me.” She spoke before continuing her little survey. “Feel any pain anywhere?”

        “My legs.” Andrew spoke, pointing out the obvious in a ‘duh’ tone.

        “Other than there?” (Y/N) added. “Such as a headache? Behind the eyes?” 

        “Both.” Andrew answered.

        “Have you vomited? Do you feel nauseous at the moment?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Haven’t thrown up, but I feel sick” Andrew admitted.        

        “Have you or your sister noticed any gaps in your memory? From today to a few months or even more?” (Y/N) asked.

        “Yeah, actually…” Andrew muttered.

        (Y/N) took a few steps towards him, basically hovering over him.

        “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, but didn’t pull away or shrink from her.

        “Calm down. Are your hands clammy?” she questioned.

        “A little...” Andrew muttered, not breaking eye contact from her.

        She broke the eye contact as her eyes swept through his face, looking at his disheveled black hair and electric green eyes, a beautiful combination, she noted. She also noted how pale his skin was along with the sweat running down it.

        “Andrew, open your eyes wide for me, please.” She spoke, reaching into her bag and pulling out a mediscope.

        Andrew complied with a little bit of hesitancy, allowing her to watch as his pupils shrunk from the light. She looked closely at his retinas to make sure there was no tear along with the hydration in his eyes. They did seem a little blurry, she noted.

        “Open your mouth, please.” She requested.

        Andrew sighed but listened as she did. She checked his tonsils, throat lining, tongue coloring, gums, and uvula. 

        He felt awkward having her do all these procedures and asking all these questions, whether it was her job or not. He wouldn’t deny it, she was pretty, prettier the woman at the apartment complex he murdered.

        Wow, nice thinking… Andrew internally scolded himself as he looked away from the girl. Comparing your nurse to a dead girl you killed really isn't a sign of insanity or detachment.

        At least he was self-aware?

        “And real quick, let me look inside your ears, please.” She requested.

        Andrew stood still as she shined the light in his ear, checking through the tiny camera to see if there was any ear infection or something out of the ordinary. Nothing.

        “Last thing.” She spoke, placing her mediscope in her bag and switching it for her stethoscope. 

        “Can I ask why you’re doing this? All these questions and procedures?” Andrew questioned, adverting his eyes from her as she started listening to his heart.

        There was a moment of silence as she focused, looking at her watch as she listened to his pulse.

        It's 102 beats per minute, a bit quick for his age, but it's not too worrying and it can be easily caused by the stress and trauma of his situation, she noted. 

        “Are you telling me the other nurses didn’t do all of this to you?” (Y/N) asked as she responded his question from earlier surprised and a little concerned.

        “Nope.” Andrew replied lazily. 

        “Ugh… elders.” (Y/N) muttered quietly, earning a small smile from Andrew (one he quickly hid with a cough as he adverted her gaze). “They’re supposed to check you for any possible illnesses or worsen conditions. I know you came in here because you jumped a three-story building, but it can be linked to serious health concerns. You can develop future problems we can identify and fix right now if we take the time to look.” She explained.

        “So what did you discover, doc?” Andrew questioned in a monochrome tone (she wasn’t exactly sure if he was making a joke or being serious or even sarcastic).

        “Well, you have internal bleeding.” (Y/N) spoke, not bothering to even try to sugarcoat it or break it to him lightly.

        “What? How bad?” Andrew grimaced, afraid of the reaction Ashley would give when she hears this. 

        “How much blood did you lose when you fell? Were you conscious when you hit the ground?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        “I mean, I was conscious till I hit the ground. After a couple of minutes I woke up and was in pain, understandably so, until my sister dragged me to a hospital. So I was probably out for five maybe ten minutes.” Andrew explained. 

        That’s not good, along with all the other symptoms he’s experiencing. She thought to herself.

        “How about this. On a scale of 1-10, how much blood did you think you lost?” (Y/N) rephrased.

        “Seven, maybe eight.” Andrew huffed. “I don’t really know.” 

        “No worries. It’s not a big deal. They said you shattered the bones in your legs so you’re going to need surgery for it. Luckily they were able to reposition and place back your ankles.” I explained. “You’ll be bedridden in the hospital for a couple days, then you're going home and being bedridden for six months, minimum.” (Y/N) emphasized the last word to show the most importance to it. 

        “Fuck... What about the internal bleeding?” Andrew sighed, dreading the lecture Ashley would give him.

        "For your severity, you'd need surgery. It'd take a couple weeks for you to heal, but your internal bleeding should be healed by the time you're discharged." (Y/N) explained. “Now, bear with me for a second. I’m going to level your legs and it’s going to hurt.” She spoke as she walked to the tall hospital cabinets, taking three soft and limbless pillows from it.

        “Ugh…” Andrew groaned, already dreading that part as she walked back to him.

        “Take a deep breath.” She instructed.

        She waited for Andrew to audibly breathe in. He did what she requested, his chest and shoulders rising (he ignored the shock of pain that came with it, but she noticed and figured it was due to the internal bleeding).

        “Hold it in.” She spoke, then lifted his heavily bandaged legs with one hand (with a bit of struggle) and placed the pillows under him.

        She gently rested his legs onto the pillows and looked at Andrew face, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and his fists clenches tightly.

        “Breathe, darling. You’re all done.” (Y/N) instructed, letting out a deep breath for him to mimic too in case the pain was too much.

        Andrew let go of his breath, regaining control of his lungs after a few manual breaths. 

        “You did so well, my star! Do you want a sticker?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Andrew adverted his eyes from her smile, his face red from what he wants to be because of holding his breath, but it was instead caused by her praise and pet names (or maybe both).

        “No…?” Andrew muttered.

        “Mm. What color do you want? Gold, pink, blue, red, purple, or gray?” she questioned.

        “Why do you have a gray star?” he questioned.

        “Good choice!” (Y/N) spoke, rummaging through her bag for her stickers. 

        She found them and searched for a gray star, finding one and undoing the paper back. She sticked it on Andrew’s chest, clothed with the blue hospital gown. 

        “Tah-dah! You were my star patient today!” (Y/N) beamed. 

        “Are you done?” Andrew sighed dully, adverting his eyes to hide his blush.

        “Nope! I have to redo your bandages. This’ll also hurt, but I’ll be gentle with you.” (Y/N) explained.

        “Hurry up.” Andrew huffed. 

        “So soon to have me leave, huh?” she sighed jokingly. “Hurts my heart.” 

        She reached into her bag and grabbed bandages, gauze, and anti-septic cream. 

        “So, Andrew. Kinda curious, what made you jump?” (Y/N) questioned, remembering her superior's words as she started undoing Andrew’s bandages on his legs.

        “Why would you need to know that?” Andrew growled, becoming defensive.

        Ah, I pissed him off. But this is important information for his health, murderer or not. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        “You know, I tried killing myself too. I was eleven. Failed multiple times. But you had the courage to jump. I didn’t do that.” She explained.

        “How’d you try?” Andrew questioned, a spark of curiosity in him.

        “I’m not giving you any ideas, mister.” (Y/N) laughed, giving him a playful yet stern expression before switching her gaze to study the stitching on his ankles. “But, I gave up and made an oath to never harm myself in that way again because it really affects the people you care about. Your sister was probably very sad when you jumped.” 

        At least the surgeons did that good, so no worries there. Luckily the swelling is just from the breakage and replacement of bones, so his stitches aren’t infected. She thought to herself. But let’s add anti-septic cream just to be safe.

        "How long ago was that?" Andrew questioned, ignoring her comment about his sister.

        "Ten years ago." She hummed.

        She must be around the same age as me. Andrew thought.

        “Did it get better?” Andrew questioned as (Y/N) applied the cold cream onto his wounds.

        The temperature of the medicine barely even got a reaction from Andrew since he was so focused on the conversation they were having. 

        “At the beginning? Of course not, in fact it spiraled downhill from there. Overtime I started picking myself up and it helped. It helps to surround yourself with people who cared about you. And if you have no one who cares, then learn to care for yourself. Your confidence in yourself will attract others to you.” (Y/N) explained. "We humans need to be there for each other, you know? We're social creatures after all."

        “Hm.” Andrew hummed in acknowledgement, not really paying attention to her optimistic speech.        

        It's not like he had anyone to turn to. He remembers his girlfriend breaking up with him on the phone while he was rotting away in his apartment. Ashley had verbally abused her enough that she didn't want to see him or Ashley anymore. He doesn't have any other family than his parents who rejected him because "he and Ashley were too close and had to learn independence" his mother said on the phone during their last phone calls in quarantine. He's not exactly sure what she meant by it (especially with his memory gone), but so far all Ashley's done is pissed him off these past months he's remembered, so he really doesn't want to see her again anytime soon. He doesn't remember if he has friends or not either.

        “Andrew, what do you like to do? What do you do in your free time?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Andrew thought about her question. The three months that he remembers, all he did was sleep, starve, and watch TV (all with Ashley). He read books from his parents room out of boredom before losing the energy to even try and keep acting like he was actually remembering the plot—it took too much energy remembering the events that happened in the book. 

        When Ashley and Andrew did talk to each other during the time, it was to bicker and complain to each other about food and the other’s company (Ashley always started it).

        “I don’t have any… None that I remember at least.” Andrew admitted.

        “Don’t stress it. Your concussion could be affecting your ability to remember. We’ll find some new hobbies for you.” (Y/N) reassured. “Maybe books, card games, video games? I’ll find something.” She spoke as she redid the bandages on his ankles.

        “Why are you even bothering?” Andrew sighed. “After some months I’ll be gone.” He pointed out.

        “Yeah, but I wouldn’t want you to be bored the entire time. Personally, I would hate being bedridden with nothing to do.” (Y/N) admitted.

        What a sympathetic girl... Andrew thought.

        “Whatever…” Andrew muttered, crossing his arms. 

        “Voilà! Whaddya think?” she questioned.

        “It’s tight…” Andrew admitted, it didn't hurt much, but it did feel a bit annoying.

        “That’s to keep your ankles in place. Your bandages aren’t bleeding much, so you should be ready for casting. I’ll leave a note for that.” She explained. “Any requests before I go?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “You’re leaving?” Andrew questioned, sitting up and straightening his back before cringing at the pain shooting up his legs (and the pathetic tone in his voice).

        “Yeah, my shifts almost over...” She paused and checked her watch. “It’s actually been over for 20 minutes now.” 

        Andrew muttered something under his breath, adverting his eyes as he looked away from her.

        “You’re coming back tomorrow, right?” Andrew questioned.

        “Ah… I don’t know. I don’t work in this branch, I work with kids in the pediatric branch.” (Y/N) smiled nervously.

        I hope I’m not upsetting him. She thought to herself.

        She tolerated Andrew’s company, for a man of course. It was surprisingly refreshing and the atmosphere is much more comfortable than it was when she first entered.

        Andrew huffed, looking back at her.

        “I like you better than the other nurses.” He admitted, crossing his arms and looking away again so she wouldn’t notice his red face.

        “Aw. I’m sure you’ll enjoy Penelope tomorrow, she’s a wonderful nurse!” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll make sure to visit you tomorrow before I leave work and check in on you, make sure you’re still intact and dandy, okay?” she smiled.

        It’s like I’m making a promise to a child. She thought to herself. 

        Her thoughts were backed up by the spark in his eyes as he looked back at the nurse.

        “Okay…” he muttered, pushing down the urge to smile.

        “I’ll see you later, star!” she smiled, referring to his sticker on his chest. “Door open or closed?” she questioned.

        “Closed.” Andrew answered.

        “Alrighty! Click the button on the side of your bed if you need a nurse or need to ask something. In an hour you can drink a little bit of the water, but hold off on the pretzels until tomorrow. Make sure you get good sleep! Body’s natural way of healing.” She explained, flashing him a smile. “Goodnight, Andrew.” 

        She closed the door and took a silent breath in.

        That went surprisingly well… She thought to herself.

        She walked back to the staff room and unlocked the door, opening it to find Ruby, an old and stern nurse who worked day shift.

        “You’re clocking out late.” Ruby gruffed. “Heard they were understaffed tonight.”

        “Ah, yes. I had to go to patient 402’s room.” She smiled politely despite it being very draining to.

        It's hard acting so happy all the time with her patients and coworkers. She liked work, but her face wasn't friendly, so she had to resort to smiling a lot (as annoying as it was for her).

        “The moody patient with the psycho sister? How’d that go?” Ruby questioned.

        “How did you know?” (Y/N) questioned, sparing her a glance.

        Ruby’s day shift, so she comes in at 7 am and leaves at 7 PM. How would she knows about Andrew? she thought to herself.

        “Penelope was in near tears when she clocked out. Told me how closed off the boy was and the sister was screaming and yelling at Penelope, talking about how she’s trying to steal her brother away from her—something like that…” Ruby muttered the last part to herself.

        Psycho sister indeed. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        “The girl wasn’t in there when I entered. The boy is reserved at first, but if you keep talking to him he’ll respond. Just be patient.” She spoke, shoving her leftover medical supplies into the supply closet.

        “I swear, Penelope gets too butt-hurt about these patients. And I don’t understand how you can deal with those kids, snotty and crying all the time.” Ruby complained as (Y/N) snagged a computer seat and sat down, typing up her report on Andrew Graves condition.

        “The kids are just scared. Give them a lollipop and it’s like Christmas.” She laughed, straining a smile. “Good talk rubes, but I’m going to head out.”

        “See you tomorrow.” Ruby responded lazily.

        “See ya. Good luck on your shift.” (Y/N) spoke.

        She walked out of the staff room and locked the door behind her, taking the elevator to the first floor. She exited the elevator and walked out of the hospital lobby, walking to the staff parking lot to her car. She grabbed her keys from her scrubs pockets and unlocked her car, opening the door and buckling her seatbelt before driving off.

        The drive is longer than she likes from her apartment but at least her thoughts plagued her so she didn’t have to be bored.

        A murderer and a cannibal? Not one but two! Should I call the police? I mean, they must have reasons. They were locked in an apartment and resorted to eating their neighbor? Why would they be locked in an apartment? I’m sure if they went to the police they would’ve been understanding, I mean it was life or death and one dead is better than two. What am I thinking? I shouldn’t be thinking that at all, I’m a nurse. (Y/N) thought. 

        “Ugh…” She groaned. 

        She made it to her apartment and unlocked her door, opening it and closing it behind her, making sure it was locked before she walked into the kitchen.

        I don’t feel like cooking, I don’t have the time for it anyways. She thought, opening her freezer. 

        She grabbed a quick microwaveable meal and put it in the microwave, setting it at the box’s desired time before walking away and grabbing her computer.

        She checked her emails then started her medical essay for pneumonia and bronchitis. The microwave ringed and she grabbed her food and some drink, walking back her to computer and continuing her work while eating.

        She finished her dinner and the final touches of her essay before sending it her college professors at her university. She stood up and stretched, walking to the kitchen and cleaning her dirty dishes before going to her room and picking out a nightgown. She walked to her shower and undressed, washing her hair and allowing the water to relax her nerves and sore legs from standing all day.

        Check-ups tomorrow should be Rachael Gardener and Joseph Stall. I'll meet a new patient, Lily Wells, since she's switching healthcare. After that, it's walk-in's from there. I'll pay a visit to Andrew thirty minutes before my shift ends and check up on Hailey. (Y/N) thought in her head. 

        Andrew. He's sure a special case at the moment. Nurses are going to have to keep a watchful eye on him to ensure his condition doesn't worsen or cause any harm to himself or others. (Y/N) thought. Two broken open-fracture ankles and complete fractures in his legs. Just thinking of that pain makes me squirm. She cringed, stopping herself from washing her hair to shake the imaginary chills she created.

        Not to mention his internal bleeding from his brain, his concussion from his fall must've caused that. Luckily he doesn't have any other injuries otherwise I'm pretty sure he would've been dead. She thought as she stepped out of the shower, drying her hair and body.

        I should find some video games and books to keep him from being bored. I need to get some new books for Hailey to read too, my bookshelf is going dry for her. She thought as she started getting dressed. I'll also do a quick google search of Andrew and Ashley, get some information out of their situation (or at least the most of it).

        .

        .

        Andrew woke up and stared out of his window blankly, watching as people walked in and out of the hospital, some in wheelchairs and some in casts. In a while, that'll be him leaving this place.

        Or with the pace Ashley wants, tomorrow. Andrew thought, a frustrated huff escaping his mouth. 

        Who could blame him? He tries to kill himself and all of a sudden he lost basically all of his memory from when he was born to three months ago, that's almost twenty-two years of his life lost in just a flash!

        Ashley told me to jump too. I shouldn't have listened to her and her damn rants, it would've caused so much less trouble, but I was going insane listening to her. Andrew thought. 

        Andrew's been wishing a lot of things lately. He's been wishing he could remember everything about himself, wished he never drank that supposed contaminated water that got him locked in the apartment which got him here in the first place, and wished he could get up and walk out of here.

        Ashley visited him earlier. Something in him was happy to see his sister, but dread filled his stomach at seeing her walk into the room.

        "Thought you said you weren't ever coming back?" Andrew spoke, recalling what Ashley said yesterday.

        "I might've been a bit hasty... and inconsiderate" Ashley huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at Andrew. "I found a hotel nearby. I'm staying there until you get better."

        "How will you pay for it?" Andrew questioned.

        "Easy! I'll just kill people and take their wallets!" Ashley beamed, getting an glare sent her way.

        "Don't do that, idiot. You'll get caught easily without me." Andrew sighed, already finding himself frustrated at their conversation so early in.

        "Well, I could stay here! I'll stay in the bathroom when the nurses are in the room. I can keep you company and sleep in the same bed as you as we used to." Ashley teased.

        "I have two broken legs, remember?" Andrew pointed out.

        "I'll be extra careful." Ashley smiled, as he looked at her unamused. "Hmph! Be that way!" Ashley huffed, giving attitude as she crossed her arms. "Was it lonely without me last night? Did you have any nightmares?" Ashley questioned, her tone teasing with a hint of suggestion.

        Nightmares? About what? Andrew thought. And what's with her damn tone?

        He paused as he thought about anything the past three months.

        "No. Why would I have any nightmares?" Andrew questioned

        "Did you hit your head when you fell?" Ashley teased harshly, poking his cheek roughly. "Your nightmares! About that girl we killed back then? What was her name?" 

        "I don't remember." Andrew admitted. "Wait, we killed someone else?!"

        "Wow, you must've actually hit your head hard." Ashley spoke, a little surprised.

        "A nurse said I had a concussion and internal bleeding, so my memory isn't sharp at the moment." Andrew explained, still worrying about who else he's killed in his past.

        "Ugh. That'll only slow us down..." Ashley sighed. "Would you like to know?"

        "Might as well." Andrew sighed.

        "You killed that girl when we were young! She had an asthma attack in a box and it was hilarious!" she cackled.        

        "That doesn't sound funny. She was a kid, wasn't she...?" Andrew murmured.

        That nurse, (Y/N), she works in the pediatric branch. I don't think she'd be happy if she heard that. Andrew thought to himself. Why am I caring about her all of a sudden? I think I really need my brain checked out... hopefully by her... 

        "She had it coming though! She liked you and she was trying to separate the two of us!" Ashley tried to justify, noticing his reaction.

        "Whatever you say, Ashley." Andrew sighed.

        "I don't like this... I miss you, Andy! We were really close! You didn't need a girlfriend because you had me by your side!" Ashley whined. "It's because of one of these slutty nurses, huh? They're just holes for you to stick your dick into! You don't need them like you need me! I'm all you need!" Ashley started shouting.

        Andrew's really starting to think their sibling-ship is bordering to relationship the way Ashley's been acting and saying. 

        Gross... Andrew thought.

        He remembers the downright suggestive comments Ashley spoke in the apartment (and just a few minutes ago), along with the overprotectiveness he's experienced at times with her. Even if, just a bit, if their relationship was that (incest-like), it hasn't gotten physical since he places money that they would've done something while trapped in that apartment for three months. Andrew let out a sigh of relief, glad their relationship hasn't escalated to that point. 

        So there's still a turning point to get out of that. Andrew thought to himself.

        It's simple really, separate from Ashley. 

        That's all he has to do, but with her co-dependency, it won't make it easy. Unless, all he does is reject Ashley's advances towards stepping-up their relationship and trying to escape the hospital.

        "Andy, fucking listen to me!" Ashley shouted into his ear.

        Andrew was snapped out of his thoughts as the world around him spun. Ashley was holding his hair and shaking his head back and forth, creating a headache behind his head and eyes.

        "Ashley, let go! What part of concussion and internal bleeding didn't you understand?!" Andrew shouted, grabbing her hands as he fought them away from his hair.

        He succeeded in pulling her hands away, but she didn't want to let go without locks of hair in her fists.

        "I hate you, Andrew! I hate you! You and this stupid hospital and those stupid damn nurses! I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!" she screamed loudly.

        The hospital door opened and three nurses came in, their hair disheveled and bun's messy from racing down the hallway.

        "Ma'am, calm down. Otherwise I'm going to have to ask you to leave." One of the nurses spoke, their name tag reading Penelope.        

        "DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, BITCH!" Ashley screamed at the poor woman, her finger jabbed into the nurse's chest. "I bet it's you! Yeah, you! You're the bitch manipulating my brother! I'll fucking kill you!"

        "Ashley!" Andrew sternly shouted, catching her attention long enough for the three nurses to tackle the girl.

        Ashley kicked and screamed as they got her, two nurses dragging her by her legs out of the room as the other nurse ran to go call security to escort her out (and keep her out).

        Andrew watched as all the women crowded out of his room, a little surprised.

        Well, she won't be coming back soon... that was surprisingly easy... Andrew thought to himself. Step one, separate Ashley from me. Complete.

        Ten minutes went by and someone stepped into his open-doored hospital room. It was Penelope, the nurse from earlier (and yesterday). 

        "M-Mr. Graves. Would you allow me to check--?" she was harshly cut off.

        "Get the hell out." Andrew growled, glaring at her with his vibrant green eyes.

        She nodded and quickly turned around, about to leave before he spoke up.

        "Wait." he spoke, effectively stopping the nervous girl as she turned around, fiddling with her hands. "When's that nurse coming back? (Y/N) (L/N)?" Andrew questioned.

        "(Y-Y/N)...? I don't know... She's not in our branch." Penelope muttered sheepishly.

        "Well, find out!" Andrew snarled. "I refuse to accept treatment from anyone else but her!"

        "Okay!" Penelope exclaimed all too quickly (glad to no longer be taking care of Andrew) and ran out of the room.

        He really meant it too. Any time a nurse tried to come into his room, he'd shout and throw anything nearby at them. It was a drastic change from yesterday's silence. Some nurses assumed he was scared as potential memories reappeared in his head, or perhaps he needed a higher dose of pain killers. They regretted entering the room after getting hit by pens and notebooks from the nightstands, he even threw his pillow.

        "I hate working in this damn branch! Where the hell is (Y/N)?" Ruby shouted in the employee's only room, the elder asking for her help from her inferior. 

The first chapter for this is done! This series will also be posted on AO3 and Wattpad! This series won the poll after a close tie, and I'm so glad it did because I was internally rooting for this to win! Don't worry, the other series' will be posted too after this one is completely posted for what I have so far.

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Mama's Don't Get Sick Days

whumptober day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader

characters: mickey garcia, wife!reader, genevieve garcia, jayda garcia, sebastian garcia

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, vomiting, mickey is a dad, parenting while sick, fever, neglecting health, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~ 2.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: when your a spouse and a parent, sometimes you forget that you can be taken care of as well

You sighed as you sat on the couch. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning with the whole lot of nothing that was in it.

Running around all morning with three kids, two of them under the age of 5 and one of them was just learning how to walk, was an absolute nightmare with how you were feeling.

Mickey had woken you up with a forehead kiss before going off to work and then your 6 and 4 year old woke you up a little while later with Genevieve crying because she was gonna be late for school.

So, with a splitting headache and sinus pressure, you got her dressed and fed her breakfast before getting all of your kids in the car and taking her to school.

The rest of the day was a blur of chasing Jayda and keeping her occupied and keeping little Sebastian out of things and things out of his mouth. 

Jayda was 4 and pretty good at staying out of trouble, but she was still young and had an independent head on her shoulders – so asking for help was never really an option so you had to make sure she wasn’t climbing on things and getting stuck on the closet's top shelf.

Sebastian was 1 and just learning how to walk. So he was getting into anything he reached and if it was on the floor or the table it most likely was going in his mouth.

So, between keeping Jayda on the ground, Sebastian from eating something he shouldn’t, and you not puking every time you bent over or changed a diaper and going through tissues like you were watching the saddest scene 100 times, you were exhausted. 

But you had to stay awake even if those two were napping, because you had to pick up Gen from school on time.

“Mama?” Gen asked from her bar stool as you make her after school snack of Goldfish, and her dried mangos that you forgot to pack that morning, and turkey cheese rolls. 

You glanced over your shoulder, “What’s up Vieve?” “Are you feeling okay? You look like I feel when I’m feeling icky,” she said, sounding so sweet as she rested her head on the counter. “And I was almost late for school, you always have me up…” “I’m okay baby, just a little frazzled today,” you said before coughing into your arm.

Sniffling, you turned and put the paper plate in front of her, “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should’ve gotten up sooner.” Genevieve took a bite of her turkey cheese roll, “It’s okay I got to school on time.”

You gave her a gentle smile before kissing her head, “Did you have a good day?” She nodded, “I did, Jacie and I played…” You nodded along with her as she proceeded to tell you about her day, listening to her as you took some Cutie slices off of Jayda’s plate and Cheerios off of Sebastian’s tray.

At some point while she was talking you went to check her lunch box to see what she hadn’t eaten. 

But as you opened it you were hit with a pungent reminder of what she had for lunch. Tuna and crackers, something her grandmother introduced her to during the last visit.

The smell churned your stomach that last time and anything you managed to actually eat was crawling up your throat.

Covering your mouth, you managed to make it to the downstairs bathroom before falling to your knees and puking in the toilet.

You rested your head on your arm, groaning miserably as you flushed the toilet before regaining your bearings and standing up.

With your head pounding, you wash your hands and swish your mouthwash before going back to the kitchen.  “Hey, Jay, Vieve?” You said softly as you got Sebastian out of his high chair. “Yes Mama?” “I’m gonna go sit on the couch, Bash is gonna be in his playpen. Finish your snacks and then you can play okay?”

They both nodded before Genevieve stopped you with a hand on your arm as you walked by, “Are you not feeling well?” You sighed, “No, baby, I’m a little under the weather but don’t you worry, I’m gonna be okay.”

You gave her a gentle smile before going to the living room and putting Sebastian in his playpen. You sighed as you sat down. “Oh lordy… just a few more hours and he’ll be home and I can rest.” 

As you curl up under a blanket and move the trash can closer to the couch, you rest your cold hands on your face to try and relieve the pressure in your nose. 

You can make out Jayda and Genevieve arguing in the kitchen. “I can take the Sprite to Mama!” “Jay, you can’t reach them in the fridge! Get the crackers!” “I don’t wanna!”

“Girls! Please don’t yell,” you groaned a little from your spot on the couch. “Sorry Mama!”

You sighed and rubbed your head before you heard more loud noises coming from the kitchen and then a little, “Oopsie.”

“What happened?” 

“Jayda tried to get a can of Sprite and dropped them…” 

Taking a sharp inhale, you look up at the ceiling and let it out before looking at Sebastian, “I’ll be right back Bash. Mama has a mess to clean.” “No! I gots it, Mama! I’ll get a towel,” Jayda said as she ran to the laundry room.

“Okay,” you sighed, at this point it was useless to try and argue. You were tired, you could mop it up later.

“Here Mama, I got you some water,” Genevieve said softly as she brought you a cup. It was over flowing, and you were sure there was a trail of water behind her. But the thought was sweet. “Thank you baby.”

You sipped the water in your glass before sitting it down and leaning back.

“Mama! I brought you crackers!” Jayda shouted, running over with a sleeve of crackers. 

You smiled a little, “Thank you Jay.” You reached for them but she held out a hand, “No, I’ll open it!” “Jayda, don’t yell! Mama has a headache!” “Vieve, you’re yelling,” you said gently. “Sorry Mama.” 

You looked back to Jayda to see her struggling before ripping it open and spilling crackers on the carpet. “Oops…” She looked up at you and handed you what was left, “Here you go.” “Thank you hun.”

“Why don’t you both go play in your room, Gen. Daddy will be home soon and you can go outside.”

They nodded before running up the stairs. 

You sighed and held your head in your hands before sliding to the floor and picking up the crackers and throwing them away. 

But your position change made blood rush to your head and triggered your gag reflex. “Shit,” you muttered before gripping the edges of the trash can and just waiting for it. Apparently it was taking its time until you sat up because it all rushed up at once when you did.

Groaning into the trash can, you spat into it before getting up and going back into the bathroom to wash your mouth out again.

You came back into the living room to hear Sebastian crying. 

“Oh Bash, Mama left you alone didn’t she. I’m sorry,” you said, picking him up and shushing him gently. “Oh I know baby boy, I’m sorry.” 

It took you about 20 minutes of that before he fell asleep in your arms and you laid him down in his playpen. 

“There you go, baby.” You sighed and laid down on the couch. “Just an hour, and Mickey will be home…” You cuddled up with a blanket and turned the TV on, “Just need to relax for a little bit.”

Mickey smiled as he walked in, “Hey, guess who’s home?” “Shhhh, Daddy, Mama’s sleeping,” Genevieve hissed from her spot on the carpet. 

“Oh,” he winced. “Sorry sorry.” 

He put his bag down gently before walking in, seeing tissues on nearly every surface from where you had blown your nose while you chased kids around the house. And then when he got to the living room he noticed the trash can next to the couch.

The girls were coloring in the living room, having come down to watch TV just before Mickey got home, and Sebastian was still napping.

He sighed and went over to you, glancing to see the vomit in the trash can. He knelt down, feeling the saltines break under his weight. 

“Hey, baby?” Mickey gently shook your shoulder, putting the inside of his wrist to your forehead, “Shit… you’re burning up.” He patted your face, “Hey honey.” 

You groaned a little as your eyes fluttered open, “Hey, Mick…”

“How long have you been like this?” 

“What do you mean?” 

He arched his brow, “Um, you’re cuddled up on the couch burning up and sweating like I do on the tarmac? Honey, have you felt icky all day?” He censored himself, remembering little ears were in ear shot. 

“I um,” you said sniffling as you sat up. Mickey watched you close your eyes and groan as you steadied yourself and he frowned. “Sweetheart…” “I’m okay Mick, just a little-” 

Your sentence got interrupted by a sudden rush of sick. “Trash can…” Mickey didn’t even question it and held the trash can up, holding your hair back with his free hand.

“I got you baby, I got ya.” 

“Daddy? Is Mama okay?” Jayda asked, a little worry in her voice. “Yeah, Mama’s gonna be okay. She’s just not feeling well, but she’s okay.” Jayda nodded and quietly went back to coloring. 

Once you’re done throwing up, Mickey helps you stand. “Girls, Mama and I will be right back, be good okay?” “Yes Daddy,” they both said as they continued to color.

Mickey helped you to the bathroom and sat you on the closed toilet as he looked for the thermometer. “Have you felt bad all day?” You opened your mouth but he spoke again. “And don’t lie to me.”

You sighed and nodded as he held the thermometer up and put it in your mouth.

“You’ve felt shitty all day?” You nodded again as the thermometer beeped and he took it out to look at it. “101.3, fuck, Honey. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Mav would under-”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to take you away from work.” “Screw work, you’re sick and you took care of three kids by yourself. Honey, you’re exhausted and you won’t get better if you don’t let yourself rest.”

You shook your head before groaning a little at the headache the action gave you, “Miguel, you can’t-” You blinked as you stopped mid sentence, your lips trembling as you felt sick again. Covering your mouth, you moved to the floor and lifted the lid to throw up in the toilet.

Mickey frowned, feeling awful for not being here today and leaving you to deal with the kids while you miserable. He squatted down and grabbed a ponytail holder, tying your hair back for you, “I’m calling Cyclone and Mav, I’m not going in tomorrow so I can take care of you and the kids.”

“I can’t ask you to do that… You love your job.”

He looked up at you, almost angry, “Not as much as I love you. And you’re not asking, that’s the reason I’m telling you that I’m not going in.”

You stayed quiet and just shook your head, trying not to get sick again, “I need to make dinner…” He shook his head right back, “You’re not serious, you’re actively trying not to throw up again. Y/N, you need to go lay down with a cold rag on your head. I’ll fix dinner for me and the kids and you get soup.”

You perked up a little, sitting up and looking at him, “Your abuela’s soup?” 

He smiled and cupped your cheek, “If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll make. But only if you take a break and let me baby you until you're better.” “But the kids-” “What did I say?” 

You sighed, “Okay, okay fine.” 

“Alright now, let’s get you on the couch and I will get any mess left by our girls.”

You nodded and let him take you back to the couch before he got you a cool, damp rag.

“There you go Honey,” he said, laying it across your forehead. “Thank you Mickey. I love you.” “I love you too.” 

You smiled at him, “Go start dinner so I can have abuela’s soup, go go.” He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen.

“Hey! Who spilled Sprite all over the floor?”

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

hiii!! Could i get a simple one shot where its specer reid x daughter(6) who had woken up with the flu in the middle of the night, and reid is just the best dad ever, if you can throw in a bed wetting scene as well, Lots of comfort i love your writting so much🤍

Request: hiii!! Could i get a simple one shot where its specer reid x daughter(6) who had woken up with the flu in the middle of the night, and reid is just the best dad ever, if you can throw in a bed wetting scene as well, Lots of comfort i love your writting so much🤍

This idea is adorable thank you for requesting!

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid was tired, the last case had been a hard one, in Las Vagas an unsub was kidnapping little children aged 4 to 8 and pretending that they were their parents, if the kid misbehaved or did something the unsub didn't want she would kill them.

She got through 8 children both boys and girls before the last victim little 6 year old esme, she had been kidnapped from the park near the unsubs hunting ground.

She was knocked out and kept the longest, a week later she managed to escape from the house, she had told the team she escaped when the unsub was taking a nap and forgot to lock one of the windows, covered in bruises and blood the little girl was saved and the unsub captured.

On the plane ride home Spencer was anxious to see his daughter, little Esme had remind him of his 6 year old safe home Virginia, the doctor was currently on the phone with the babysitter.

He sat drumming his left hand on the table waiting for the call to go through finally when the called connected he felt less anxious. "Hello Mr Reid" she said, Spencer relaxes slightly.

"Y-yes he-hello Mrs thorn, I'm calling to let you know I will be home by 1am, we have just left Las vagas" he explains to the babysitter, Mrs Thorn had been Y/Ns babysitter ever since she was a baby.

Spencer of course has a very demanding job and it always away on case from 2 days to almost 2 weeks, depending on the Unsub, he doesn't get to see existing daughter must when he does he spends every minute with her.

Only being 6 years old the little girl is very smart like her Daddy, she understood why he left her with Mrs Thorn alot, but I didn't mean he didn't love her just that he was busy saving other people from bad guys.

"Ooh that's great news Mr Reid, little Y/N has been missing you, she will be very happy to have you home" Exclaimed Mrs Thorn, Spencer grinned.

"I've missed her too, can you put her on for me ?" He askes hope in his voice, Mrs Thorn laughed slightly. "Of course I can, here she is- N/N its Daddy" Spencer can hear Mrs thorn say.

Then the unmistakable squeal of his daughter. "Daddy!! Daddy it's you" Exclaimed Y/N the little 6 year old had been given the phone to talk to her Dad.

Spencers smile widened at the sound of his daughters voice. "Hi sweetie, it's Daddy, I'm coming home" he says hearing Y/N squeal loudly in excitement at the news.

"Yayy! Daddy's coming home, you hear that Mrs Thorn!- yes I hear N/N- oh Daddy! I got a new book from the library" Little Y/N then spent the next hour telling her Father what she did the time he was away.

Hours later the plane finally lands, Y/N had fallen asleep telling her Dad what, she did almost two hours ago, throughout the time Spencer had noticed the team watching him with smiles on their faces as he talked tk his daughter.

Soon the group of 6 were walking to the bullpen to grab their stuff. "I cannot wait to get home and sleep I'm my bed" groaned Emily, JJ and Morgan agreeing with her.

Spencer grabbed bus go bag and normal bag and was making his way to the exit. "See you guys tomorrow, late start at 9 so relax a little before coming in" called Hotch from his office.

Soon Spencer was home, Mrs Thorn had left an hour ago after Y/N fell asleep, Spencer quickly opened and locked the door behind him as he walks in.

He tiptoes as silently as possible, taking of his shoes abd walking through the apartment, he puts down his bag, he pulls out the book he bought home for Y/N.

He goes to sit on to sofa but is stopped by crying, tensing Spencer looks to his daughters room. "N/N" he runs to her room and slams open the door. "N/N? Are you okay? It's daddy" he says to the dark room, the only light source being the night light.

"Daddy!" Sobs the little H/C haired girl, the 6 year old was currently kneeling on her bed, hair sticking up, rubbing her teary eyes as she cries.

Spencer walks over to her quickly, he shush the crying girl, picking her up and hugging her rocking back and forth trying to comfort. "Shh Shh it'd okay Baby, daddy's here daddy's right here " he whispers calmly in her ear.

After a while she stops, her sobs turning into sniffles, Spencer child feel his shirt soaked with tears but he didn't care, only comforting hid daughter mattered.

"Daddy" cries Y/N, Spencer shushes her again. "It's okay Baby" as he continues rocking thr 6 year old he finally notices the wet patch on her sheets where she was laying.

He then gently pulled the red eyed girl of his shoulder and infront of him, he then looked at the wet patch on her pj's. 'Oh no' he thinks.

"It'd okay N/N, you didn't mean to" he mutters, holding his daughter in one hand he pulled all the sheets of the bed, and started to run a warm bath for Y/N.

Rubbing her back thr Agent sat on the toilet to watch thr bath, bouncing Y/N as he did. "Daddy hurt" whispers Y/N her voice horse from crying.

Spencer then turned her around. "Where does it hurt N/N?" He asks, Y/N then point to her throat and head. Spencer the checks her forehead she does feel a little warm.

"Guess you got the Flu sweetie, don't worry after a nice warm bath I'll give you some medicine okay" he says to her, Y/N jsut nods as he turns the water off and puts her in it.

15 minutes later, Y/N is dressed in clean pj's and back in her Daddy's arms, idly sucking on her thumb as she waits for her Daddy to change her bed sheets and to get her some medicine.

Soon Spencer comes back, he had some kids medicine to her to take and he had changed thr bed sheets into new ones. "Here you go sweetie" he says and gives the medicine for her to take, once she did he picked her back up again rocking back and forth.

"Feeling better baby?" He asks the sleepy 6 year old, it was almost 3am at this point. Y/N doesn't answer only nods her head falling onto her Dad shoulder thumb still in her mouth.

The man sighs quietly. "She's falling asleep again" he whispers to himself, checking the time he goes to his bedroom knowing she won't be letting go of his now, the two get under the covers.

Y/N tucked securely under his arm, Spencer kisses her forehead. "Good night baby" he mutters against her still warm head though not as warm as before. "Night Daddy" comes the sluggish voice of thr 6 year old.

Soen soon finds himself following his daughter into the land of dreams.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, I definitely enjoyed writing this, as usual sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1308

[boltupbitches]

Birthday Boy - Justin Herbert

Part 5 of the Layla Herbert series

Part 1 - One Day at a Time

Part 2 - Today's the Day

Part 3 - Cheer's To Us

Part 4 - My Daughter Thinks I'm Ugly

Today was Justin’s 26th birthday and Alex couldn’t be more stressed. Layla had woken up earlier in the morning with a fever and what was likely another ear infection. She was irritable and crying a lot. Alex was mentally drained as she closed the door to Layla’s room, making sure to double-check that the baby monitor was on.

Justin was due back in a few hours from a charity event he was participating in with his younger brother. Alex still didn’t get around to cooking his birthday dinner.

It was hard to believe that this time a year ago she was early in her pregnancy and not on talking terms with Justin at all. She had moved back to Eugene and laid low for a while. Months later she was raising a soon-to-be 5-month-old daughter and living with Justin while being in a committed relationship with him.

Life had changed rapidly for her in a year and she was so happy things worked out the way they did. She couldn’t imagine her life without her beautiful daughter. She couldn’t imagine coming home to anyone else but Justin. Some days were exhausting and tiring more so than others but if it meant she could have her small family to love and to hold on to, it was worth it.

Alex was just finishing up plating the steaks and shrimp skewers she grilled when she heard Justin’s car pull up out front. She shut the lid of the grill, making sure it was off, before she walked quickly to the kitchen from the patio and sat the food down.

Justin had come in quietly and sat his stuff down in the foyer before calling out for Alex, “Babe, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen!” She called back.

Within moments Justin’s tall frame came through the doorway. He grinned at his girlfriend and pulled her into a hug as soon as he reached her. “I missed you guys today.” He mumbled as he pressed his nose to the crown of her head and inhaled the familiar scent of her shampoo.

“We missed you too. Laylay is down for a nap. She likely has an ear infection again,” Alex sighed.

“Did you give her children’s Motrin?” Justin asked with a worried look.

“I did, but she was still crying quite a bit throughout the day. I think she’s teething as well. She’s got a tooth breaking through in the front lower row if you look closely.”

“We’ll call the doctor tomorrow and get her in for a sick appointment.” Justin sighed, “I hate when she gets sick. It feels like there’s not much we can do to fix it.”

“I know. I feel the same.”

Justin finally peered down at the plated food of steak, shrimp skewers, loaded baked potatoes, and grilled asparagus. His stomach growled at the sight of it. “What’s this?”

“Birthday dinner for you.”

Justin blushed and smiled down at Alex who was still in his arms, “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course! You’re my special someone and it is your birthday. Did you think this morning was the only present you were going to get?” Alex teased him.

Justin’s cheeks remained flushed as he remembered the crazy start to his morning that included a blindfold and some handcuffs. He was sure that was going to be one of the most memorable birthday gifts of his life - definitely top 5! 

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, “So much. Thank you for being my number one supporter.”

“Always,” Alex smiled back, “Now help me take this to the dining room before Layla wakes up for her feeding.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Justin followed her command.

He was hoping for a round 2 tonight of the fun they had earlier in the morning. Birthdays were starting to be his favorite celebrations with Alex involved.

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sunflower, chapter twelve

summary: a tale of the first day back after Spencer got shot

warnings: references to 2x15, 5x01, 9x23 and 9x24, injured Spencer, talk of trauma, talk of addiction, anxiety, allusion to being hyper focused

word count: 1301

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The first morning after he came back, the two of you slept in. Or Spencer did actually wake up at his usual early time, but you’d just crawled further into him, successfully lulling him back to sleep.

When 11 came around, you were both wide awake, lying there, cuddling as carefully as you could. Spencer was very insistent on having you pressed up against him, even with you protesting about accidentally hurting him, he wouldn’t let you out of his grasp.

That morning he told you everything that had happened. From the details about the case, to the shooting, to Garcia saving his life. You remembered her. That sweet, colourful lady had saved Spencer’s life? She was the reason he was in your arms at this very moment. You cried a lot, of course. Both of you did, trying to process the shock of it all. But he did his best to reassure you that it was okay. Even if you didn’t fully believe him, he still tried.

Later, when you were chatting about how the healing process was gonna go, he casually just mentioned the fact that he had been shot before and your eyebrows shot up.

“You have what?!” you shouted in disbelief, sitting straight up in the bed.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“When? Where?”

“About 4 years and 276 days ago. The case that it happened during was here in Virginia.”

“No, not where in the country, where on your body!”

“Oh, my left knee.”

Reaching down, you yanked his pant leg up revealing, sure enough, a pale scar. Tracing it with your pointer finger, you asked, still completely stunned, “how did I not know about this?”

“I don’t know, but then again I don’t know about all of your scars either.”

“Well, I think there is a big difference between my unimpressive collection of scars, all acquired during my childhood, compared to a fucking bullet wound. Why would I tell you the dramatic tale of me falling off a swing at the ripe old age of 6?”

“You fell off a swing?” he asked, generally concerned.

Looking down, ignoring his question, “I mean, I know that you work for the FBI, but for some reason, this didn’t occur to me as a possibility of what could happen to you out there.”

Interlocking his fingers with yours, “if it helps, it’s not that often that I go out into the field.”

“Well, it’s clearly often enough!”

“Y/n, look at me,” his thumb danced over yours.

Meeting his eyes, he continued slowly, making sure you absorbed every single word, “I am right here. I’m alive. And yes, I might be a little banged up right now, but that will heal, I’ll get better in no time. I know that the reality of my job is scary but trust me when I say that I’ll do everything in my power to get back in one piece to you. I love you, Y/n. I would do anything for you.”

Sniffling, you whispered, “I love you too.”

The sun had now set, and Spencer had just woken up from his third nap. Keeping his eyes closed, he took long deep breaths.

“How are you?” you asked, timidly.

“Fine,” he replied, a little too fast to be convincing.

“Do you need any painkillers? I don’t think I’ve seen you take any today,” you added, “are they still in your bag?” already on your way out to search for them.

“No thanks, I-, um, no.”

“Spencer, I can see how much pain you’re in right now, you clearly need to take something.”

“No, I don’t need any, I’m fine, can you just drop it?”

“Oh, I-, I’m sorry. I just can go if you want me to?”

“No, Y/n, that’s not what I meant. I just really don’t wanna take any narcotics.”

“Spencer, you’re healing from a gunshot wound, do you really think it’s smart not to take anything for the pain?”

Snapping his eyes open, he stared you down, “Y/n, I’m not gonna take anything. Now stop.”

Chewing on your bottom lip in order to fight the tears that you could feel coming on, you stammered, “I’m sorry if I-, I’m sorry.”

Sighing deeply, he reached a hand out for you to come near, “don’t be sorry, I-… Y/n, 7 years ago I was kidnapped by this man, Tobias Hankel. He had multiple personalities and he drugged and tortured me. I, um… Tobias, he saved my life… gave me CPR…” keeping his head down, struggling with the words, “a-after that, I had a problem, with Dilaudid, still do, that never really went away… but I’ve been clean for many years now.”

Keeping quiet, you didn’t know how to respond. “Spencer, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I blabbered on about painkillers, god I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I wish I could take that away, make it disappear.” Scrambling, trying to find something, anything that could make this just a little bit better, “what can I do? What do need?”

Closing his eyes again, he breathed out, “I don’t know.”

Standing up, you attempted, “okay, what’s your favourite food?”

Chuckling lightly, he replied, “jello, why?”

“I’m gonna go get you some.”

“You are?” he opened his eyes again.

“Yes.”

Knowing you too well, he hesitated, “you really don’t have to-,”

“Spencer, please just let me, I feel absolutely terrible. Can I just do this one thing for you?” you pleated.

Waiting a moment, he agreed slowly, “alright. If you want to, but you really don’t have to.”

Already halfway out the door, “I know, I want to.”

You never really left your apartment. Well, you went to go talk to Anna, but you didn’t really do much else outside your home. It’s not that you couldn’t, it’s just that there were much more important things for you to use your energy on. There were so many things out there that added up and made the whole experience just be too overwhelming, and the aftermath ruined your ability to get anything else done, so most of the time, you stayed inside. That worked. Stevie helped you buy groceries, and honestly, you’d perfected the art of whipping up something edible out of next to nothing.

So going down to the store, at night, was… a lot.

But it actually went surprisingly alright. Or well, alright considering. You were so hyper-focused on the task at hand that it wasn’t that bad. Needless to say, you did stand in the hallway for a good 14 minutes before entering the apartment once more, taking the time to just breathe and let your body react to the chaos of the world. You didn’t want Spencer to see, not tonight, he already had enough on his plate.

Once you felt ready, you flapped and shook your hands a bit to rid yourself of the rest and walked through the door. Heading straight into the kitchen, you procured a spoon and ventured forth into the bedroom.

“I didn’t know what flavour your favourite was,” holing up the crackling plastic bag, “so I just got a bit of everything.”

With a look of utter awe, he muttered, “you got me jello? God, you’re an angel.”

Setting the full bag down at the end of the bed, you pulled a few of the small plastic cups out, “so what do you want? I’ve got strawberry, lemon, green apple, cherry, um, I think there’s a single raspberry one somewhere in here…”

“They all sound great,” he smiled.

“Cherry it is then,” handing him the little container and the spoon you’d procured, “here you are, good sir.”

Grabbing a hold of your hand as he took the items from you, he beamed, “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me. “

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[lemonandlime22]

Idk if your requests are open but if they are, could you do headcanons with [Yuu] just with the overblot people and then for [whatever reason], they scold or make fun of them and they just reply with "Says the one who got beaten by a [12 - 14] year old." (Cuz I think you have to be like 15/16 to be a freshman/first year? Idk, correct me if I'm wrong)

I thought their faces would be funny when the realization of the fact a child stopped their blot

(I did get this from when I was reading your bitey child! [Yuu] and I love the bitey child cuz I was that kid <3)

Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil reaction to a cocky little Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, violence towards yuu

A/N: yeah you got the ages right, all the first years are 16. Btw I have a character limit of 4, so I just did the first 4 overblot guys.

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Riddle

Poor boys pride is already so wounded

give him a break.

Ok, what happened to lead up to this,

you, Grim, and the Adeuce duo were messing around in the heartslabyul gardens when you probably broke something or messed up a rose bush in front of Riddle

and those assholes ended up running away when he confronted you guys

leaving you to face Riddles scolding.

You got p annoyed.

So when the scolding was finally over, you just oh so quietly mumbled,

" says the brat who got his ass kicked by a 13 year old... "

"wHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-"

His face was so fucking red, it rivaled his overblot face.

an let's just say you nearly had your head cut off

and I'm not talking about his unique magic.

You got a hole 'nother few hours of scolding

and quite a tight collar that stayed on for a few days.

Ace and Grim got a good kick out of this btw

Deuce was very apologetic and even tried to help smooth things over with Riddle for you

it didn't work.

Leona

HA!

yes keep insulting the manchild >:D

*cough*

Anyway,

this starts the like most other interactions with him do

you interrupting his nap in some way or another

you can pick which way you did this time.

Now, he was having a p rough day

Ruggie wouldn't let him sleep through classes

so he was extra pissed when he got woken up and put what little energy he had left into threatening you with death or smth

and when there was finally a break in his ranting you snarked back at him,

"HA! like you ever could, your ass got wiped by a magicless kid in less than like 30 minutes!"

....

silence....

man was too stunned to speak.

I don't think I can express enough the absolute WRATH that was radiating from off him

you rly started to regret what you said

especially since he looked like he was going to actually kill you

and he was.

You got really lucky when Jack was able to catch his hand mid air

yeah...

this fucker was literally going strangle you if it wasn't for Jack having been looking for you.

Jack wasted no time dragging you out of there and far away from Leona

and for a long time it's going to be rly fuckin tense between you and Leona...

You also got one hell of a scolding from Jack.

Azul

Same thing I said in Riddle's

his pride is already in shambles

and you and the tweels are not helping one bit.

So on to what happened,

you were bored so you decided to check out the clubs after school

and your first stop was the board game club.

eh? eh? get it? wink wink nudge nudge??

ok ill stop..

Idia basically scurried to the corner of the room to play on his phone when you came in and Azul was more than happy to possibly teach a brat underclassmen.

As you know, Azul can get pretty cocky sometimes

and this was one of those times,

he was talking smack

blabbering on and on about how easy this is for him and how he should prob go as easy on you as he could if he wanted you to have any chance of winning

also kinda giving some hints at giving you lessons for using Ramshackle on the weekends

so naturally you,

being the lil sassy bitch you are <3, snapped back,

"Mhm, sure, says the fish that was outwitted and beaten up by a tween and their rat bastard band of friends!"

there was a moment of silence,,,

that was quickly broken by Idia bursting into a short laugh at Azul.

The poor octopus wasn't expecting such a clap back

epically not one regarding his overblot

he may or may not have teared up a little bit...

He was also p upset obv

so he just grabbed his phone and made a call

"Hey Floyd-"

and you booked it out of there.

Floyd did chase you a little later on at the request of Azul.

Jamil

Jeez-

he's doing best man 😔.

You were going to meet up with Ace and Deuce after their clubs and Ace's was usually finished before Deuce's so you went to go wait for him and then get Deuce together

but you accidentally got there early

and you know that means

more waiting!!

yay!

I hope you can tell this is complete sarcasm

so you were just waiting on the bleachers watching the basketball club members practice when the ball hit you straight in the face

causing you to get a nosebleed...

ouch,,

Ace and Floyd were on the ground laughing their ass's off

Jamil went to go get the ball and make sure your nose wasn't broken

dw I googled it, a nose can bleed without being broken

and even tho he is trying to be a better person he was still a very sassy person

so ofc he made a joking snide remark about you being a little brat or smth

and you ofc snapped back with,

"Well, in case you forgot, this 'little brat' kicked your snake butt with three fish and a cat!"

and he just walked away

you were very stunned, you expected him to at least glare at you

but I guess you really can't compla-

*SMACK*

oop-

spoke too soon I guess....

Now you definitely have a broken nose...

he hit you as hard as he could with the ball btw.

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Ice Cream for Breakfast

Written for @thefreakandthehair Summer Fanworks Challenge 2023

Prompt:  “There’s more ice cream on your face than what’s left in the cone.”

Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Steddie Dads, Modern AU (No Upside Down), OC Female Character (Sienna Wayne Harrington-Munson)

Rating: T, mild physical intimacy

Words: 5047

Divider art by: @saradika

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Summary: Steve and Eddie decide to take their four-year-old daughter, Sienna, to get ice cream. For breakfast.

Steve stood in the doorway of their daughter’s playroom as he watched Eddie twirl dramatically. 

Eddie wore his usual black plaid pajamas and gray tee, but sported their daughter’s princess hat on his head. The gossamer tendril at the end fluttered as it followed Eddie through a series of what Steve was sure was an attempt at a leap and a pirouette. The princess hat was tied with a ribbon under his chin as their daughter, Sienna, watched cross legged on the floor in silent amazement. 

It was almost too precious for his heart to handle.

Sienna giggled as Eddie twirled. “Daddy dancing!” she shouted with glee.

Eddie balanced on his tiptoes and then rhythmically glided through the playroom, stepping over building blocks and plastic pieces of food from the kitchen set and Sienna’s abandoned blankie. He hummed as he went and ended with a dramatic bow before falling playfully to the floor. He fell to his back in feign exhaustion. 

“See? Princesses can definitely dance,” Eddie explained. “But oof, Daddy is completely danced out.” 

Sienna wasted no time at all as she scrambled from her seat to climb onto Eddie’s chest. “Daddy dance!” she shrieked, clapping and bouncing, her small legs bracing Eddie’s torso.

Steve stifled another laugh as he caught Eddie wince as Sienna’s body weight crashed into his sternum before he caught her and cuddled her close to kiss her brown curls. He gently reclipped one of her sparkly barrettes she wore; Robin had gifted them and Sienna had screeched in excitement and demanded to clip them in right away. It’d been weeks and Sienna hadn’t taken them out and even slept with them in. The other pink barrette was in a tangled droop in her hair, proof that she’d slept in them again. 

The pink barrettes matched her pink pajamas that were printed with overlapping blue and purple electric guitar emojis. Eddie had thought them cute and got a few pairs, arguing that they were too cute to pass up.

Sienna caught sight of Steve in the doorway and gasped. “Daddy!” she shouted and climbed off of Eddie and straight into Steve. She fell easily into his awaiting arms and he lifted her up. 

“Morning, my sweet pea,” Steve greeted, tickling her and kissing her forehead and cheeks. “I see someone danced out dad.”

Sienna giggled and pointed at Eddie who was now sitting up. “Daddy dance!” She turned back to Steve with her hazel eyes sparking. She smiled wide enough to show off her tiny teeth. “Daddy dance good.”

“I think someone’s a fan of your dance moves,” Steve smiled as Eddie stood to say good morning.

Steve kissed Eddie softly, pausing to also peck a kiss on his cheek. He could tell there was a heavy tiredness behind Eddie’s brown eyes. 

“What time she’d get up?” he asked.

Steve remembered Sienna crawling in their bed last night and falling asleep between the two of them, her soft feet pressed against his back. She’d woken early and both he and Eddie had switched between whispering encouragement to go back to sleep. After an hour, Eddie gave up and took her downstairs to quietly play. 

Eddie leaned on him and yawned. “4:43am,” he sighed. “Should be primed for a nap at what, like ten?”

Steve nodded as he smiled at Sienna, poking her belly gently. “That’s been your usual, huh?”

Sienna responded by pointing at the table. “Ice cream!” 

“Ice cream?” Steve asked, eying Eddie. He was usually behind Sienna’s sudden want for sugar.

“We were also having an ice cream tea party,” Eddie explained. “She’s been all about the ice cream lately.” Eddie wasn’t lying. Sienna loved ice cream and had been the reason for their near-daily evening walk to Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlour. She loved getting her kiddie scoop of double chocolate chip while demanding a taste of Eddie’s usual Rocky Road and Steve’s Turtle. She’d stick her fingers in the caramel of Steve’s ice cream, marveling at the way it would stick and stretch between her small fingers before licking it off. It only added to the mess that was her eating ice cream, but Steve loved it. And he always made sure to pack extra wipes.

They’d been to the one in town enough times that the owner knew their family personally and had even lent them the keys for one of their late night date nights. It was hard to imagine that years ago Steve had worked one of their locations in Hawkins; it was how he met Robin.  

“Ice cream princess,” Sienna said before giggling and snuggling into Steve’s neck. He hugged her back. 

“Ahh, you want to be an ice cream princess?” Steve asked.

“Daddy princess, Daddy princess,” Sienna giggled. She pointed to Eddie, who still wore the pink princess hat.

“You want me to be the ice cream princess?” Eddie asked her. “Because I’d be honored.” He met Steve’s eyes. “She had me as the tea maker this morning so clearly I’ve moved up a few ranks.”

“I queen,” Sienna explained, squirming in Steve’s arms and he set her down. She went straight to her small play table and held out a plastic piece of cake from her playset. “I queen, you princess.”

Eddie nodded seriously. “Sit here,” she instructed and then reached for a piece of plastic cake.

She handed it to him as Steve joined them. “Eat?”

“Oh, this looks delicious,” Eddie smiled. He straightened the tipping princess hat on his head before he took a pretend bite of cake.

Steve sat obediently at the table and Sienna gave him a plastic mug. “Ice cream tea!” she laughed. She pretended to blow on it. “It hot.”

“Is it made of melted ice cream?” Steve asked. He took a pretend sip. “Because that tastes just like ice cream.”

“Not melted,” Sienna shook her head and her curls bounced. “It just hot ice cream.”  

Steve nodded knowingly as she handed a mug to Eddie.  

“Oh, we’re having ice cream for breakfast?” Eddie inquired, taking the mug. 

Sienna nodded. “Ice cream for everyone.”

 “Ooo, it’s yummy,” Eddie mused. “Do you have any pancakes or cereal? I would love to have it to go with my ice cream.”

Sienna shook her head. “Only ice cream!” she shouted gleefully.

Steve smiled and took an invisible bite of his cake. “Well, I’m loving this ice cream, even if it is for breakfast.”

“What if we did have ice cream for breakfast?” Eddie suggested, his voice holding the lilt of an idea in motion.

“We are having ice cream for breakfast,” Steve replied, gesturing to his plastic cake.

Sienna had moved on to play in her play kitchen, busying herself with the play pans and skillets. She put a pile of peas in a pan as she hummed.

“I mean having ice cream for breakfast for real,” Eddie explained. “It’s a Saturday morning and we can go to the park after, run off all the sugar, and be home for naptime.”

Steve grimaced as he remembered the way Sienna had refused her afternoon nap after sneaking one too many pieces of Halloween candy. It had ended in a meltdown and a very late nap that had thrown off the entire day.  

“I’m not sure having that much sugar will bode well for naptime.”

“We’ve also got nothing in the calendar tomorrow,” Eddie went on. 

 Steve glanced at his watch. “It’s barely seven. Nothing’s open.”

“Says the man with the keys to Scoops,” Eddie countered. “And just think of the adventure ice cream for breakfast could lead to. Maybe we could have ice cream for breakfast and breakfast for dinner tonight. Start a whole tradition.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled with the idea.

“I dunno,” Steve resisted. He glanced at his daughter who was carrying the pan with the peas in it to serve him.

“Ice cream,” Sienna said confidently. “Yummy!”

She reached her arms out to Steve and he took her in his. As she burrowed into his neck, Steve found his excuses starting to melt. Eddie was right. It was a weekend and what was the worst thing that could happen? She got hopped up on sugar and ran it off at the park? And they had other foods they could have her eat later in the day. Healthy ones, like peas and carrots. 

He inwardly cringed. He sounded like such a dad.

“I can see you thinking,” Eddie smiled. “Does that mean that I should get her shoes?”

Steve took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it. And maybe we can make it a tradition.”

Eddie’s face broke into a wide smile. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” 

Steve planted a kiss against Sienna’s small birthmark at her ear. “Well, what do you say, Sienna? Want to go to Scoops to get ice cream for breakfast?”

Sienna’s face went wide with excitement. “Ice cream!!!” She scrambled out of Steve’s arms and jumped around. “Ice cream, ice cream, Scoops! Ice cream, ice cream, Scoops,” she cheered. Her small feet bounced her around happily and she grabbed her blankie. “Blankie too?”

“Yep, we’re all going to Scoops,” Steve smiled. “Daddy’ll help you put on your shoes.” He turned back to Eddie. “And her bag’s still upstairs from when we came back from the library storytime yesterday?”

Eddie nodded as Sienna wiggled happily in his arms. “Yeah, I left it up there to remind me to add more wipes.”

“Okay, I’ll get us packed and meet you at the car.” Steve stood to head upstairs but Eddie grabbed his wrist to pull him close.

Eddie kissed his lips softly and smiled. “I love mornings with you,” he murmured. “Even if they sometimes start before sunrise.”

“Mornings with you are nothing in comparison to how much I love watching the two of you eat ice cream,” Steve teased. “The extra wipes will be for the both of you.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Sienna’s cheek. “Like father, like daughter.” He pecked another kiss on Steve’s cheek. “See you in the car.”

Steve headed to the kitchen, smiling as the house was filled with the sound of Sienna’s laughs as Eddie put on her shoes. Before Steve made it to the kitchen, he heard her tell-tale whines as Eddie convinced her that they couldn’t take every single toy in the car with them. 

Since Eddie still wore his pajama pants, Steve stayed in his, but chose to slip on a different shirt that had less holes in it. Then he found the diaper bag and thumbed through its contents. 

He’d packed her diaper bag enough times to do it with his eyes closed, but when he noticed her extra pair of clothes missing (the spilled juice at the library yesterday, he remembered), he went to grab another pair from her dresser. When he opened the drawer, his heart squeezed at the neatly folded pants and shirts organized in sets. He took a pair with flowers printed on the shirt and pants, looking at how much they like clothes for a tiny person. Which is what Sienna was now.

When had she gotten so big? 

He remembered how nervous he was the day she was born, and it wasn’t until her little body was placed in his arms when it all was suddenly real. He was a dad. A father. He’d held her close as her tiny body snuggled against him. Steve’s jangled nerves had calmed as his love for her poured over any anxiety he had. Whatever the future held, he’d be there by her side.

Steve smiled at the memory and packed her extra blankie and before he let himself think too hard about it, her pacifier. She’d mostly outgrown it, but in dire cases, she still found comfort from it. He zipped up the bag and shouldered it, and then closed the shades before leaving the room. 

Downstairs was quiet when he returned to the first floor, and Steve adjusted the bag on his shoulder before reaching up to the shelf next to the fridge. He patted his hand around on the third shelf, feeling for the brass key to Scoops. Sure enough, he felt the cold metal meet his hand and he grabbed it and pocketed it before leaving the house. The front door lock clicked and Steve turned to see the door to their van open and Eddie leaning in as Sienna ran around on the inside.

“So that’s a negative on getting her buckled in?” Steve joked as he approached the car. “I’m surprised she even made it in the car at all.”

“Me too,” Eddie huffed. He had one knee in the car as he tried to reach her. “I’m about two seconds away from letting her get an extra topping if she can just buckle in.”

“Sienna,” Steve called as he dropped her diaper bag in the backseat. She stood in the middle aisle of the car looking like she was contemplating hiding under the seat in the back. “We can’t get ice cream unless you buckle in.”

“I know it’s your least favorite part of the car,” Eddie added. “And we’ve got to drive because we’re going to the park after ice cream.”

Sienna still stood with her arms crossed, but had inched toward her seat the mention of both ice cream and the park.

Eddie managed to reach her before she made the climb into the front seat and lifted her into her car seat.

Immediately, the flurry of kicking began, followed by whiny tears.

“It’s your least favorite, I know,” Eddie sympathized. “And you can kick and scream, but we’ve still gotta buckle you in. It helps keep you safe.”

Sienna writhed, pushing her small body up into a stiff board as she flat-out refused to bend into her car seat.

Eddie kept nodding in sympathy and Steve helped him catch when she finally went lax, snapping the top buckle together as Eddie clicked in her other buckle.

Sienna squirmed and cried, her face pinched and red.

“I know, baby,” Steve soothed. “I know it’s uncomfortable.” And they’d done everything they could to help the process be better, from seatbelt covers and toy distractions, but it was a simple fact: Sienna hated being buckled in. 

“I can drive,” Eddie offered. “You want Daddy to sit back here with you?” he asked his daughter. 

Sienna nodded pitifully.

“And he can read some stories?” Eddie asked, nodding to the pile of books next to her car seat. 

Steve was already pulling out a book and handed Eddie the car keys. “I think the ride’s long enough for The Little Engine That Could,” he mentioned to her.

Sienna’s teary face pouted but she reached for the book. “Story?”

“Absolutely, sweetie, I’ll read to you,” Steve said as Eddie started the car and started to drive. 

Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor wasn’t anything fancy. It was white and wooden and had a simple nautical theme to it. It had a few stairs in front, and a ramp on the side, both painted white with the railings wrapped in thick rope. There were two doors to go in and out, and each had half a helm on it. They were bronze but golden with use, and they gleamed in the morning sun.

Steve used the long brass key to click open the lock and stepped to the side to punch in the code to disable the alarm. Once it was disabled, he took a minute to take in the empty, eerily quiet parlor. It was a complete opposite to how he usually saw the place; in the evenings, the counter was bustling with people placing orders or waiting on their order, and kids of all heights peered into the ice cream display freezer with excitement and awe. 

But now the parlor stood still. The chairs were stacked on tables and there was only the low hum of the running freezers. The oddly harsh white lights of the ice cream display freezers gave the parlor a soft glow, almost as if it was bathed in quiet magic. But the quietness was shattered as Sienna ran in behind him, weaving through the small aisles between the tables and climbing into one of the booths. 

“It’s crazy to be here in the morning,” Eddie mentioned as he looked around for the lights. “It almost seems too quiet.”

Steve braced himself for the brightness of the fluorescents, but instead, Eddie had turned on the ambience lights over the ice cream, giving the whole place an even softer glow. The ice cream looked welcoming under the lights, and Steve was suddenly hit with memories of endless evenings and shifts spent slinging ice cream with Robin. Steve made a mental note to give her a call later.

The freezers were cold to the touch. Flavors upon flavors of ice cream lined the double freezer including everything from sherbert and bubblegum to fruity gelato and cookie dough. 

He made his way behind the counter, already looking for where the scoops were kept. Sure enough, they hung next to the freezer and he grabbed one, flipping it in his hand. He caught it easily and smiled. Some things you just didn’t forget. 

 “Ahoy there,” Steve called. “Would you like to sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain.”

Eddie face flashed with something like want as Sienna ran up to the counter.

 “What would you like, sweet pea?” Steve asked her. Eddie lifted her so she could see the freezers and she pointed with a wondered gaze at all the flavors. “Try? I try?” she asked.

“You can try a three,” Steve instructed. 

“I’m tempted to ask you to make me that banana split sail boat,” Eddie laughed as he browsed the flavors.

Steve made a face. “I swore on my last shift that I’d never make one again.”

“Was it really that horrible?” 

“No, no, it’s not the ice cream that’s the issue with it. It’s the stupid sails that go on top of it.” Steve rolled his eyes at the memory. “Do you know how hard it was to get that sail shape out of a waffle cone? During a busy shift?” Steve shook his head. “Never again.”

Eddie pondered that for a second before nodding with understanding. He adjusted Sienna in his arms so that she could press her small hands against the glass.

“So what do you think, kiddo?” he asked her. “Anything looking good?”

“All of them!” Sienna rocked excitedly in Eddie’s arms, pointing at all the flavors trying to decide. 

It took three samples for Sienna to settle on double chocolate chip, and it took Eddie seven samples before realizing he wanted one scoop of Rocky Road and one scoop of Moose Tracks. 

Steve pulled the ice cream scooper out from the hot water and started scooping. His arm remembered the ‘S’ motion to scoop, and he watched the small scooper yield a perfectly round scoop of ice cream. He added it easily to the small cup he held in his other hand. 

“That’s for Sienna,” he said before pulling out another clean ice cream scoop for Eddie’s.

“Mm, my man still got it,” Eddie purred, watching Steve add his scoop into a cup. 

“Never lost it,” Steve replied. The scoop made its way easily through the ice cream, and as Steve added into the cup, he looked up to watch Eddie as he monitored their daughter as she ran between the tables

The sight was almost too much. 

He’d gotten used to looking up from behind the counter to see a line of customers, but now, looking up to see his husband chasing their daughter made his heart skip. And most of all, he got to watch as he did one of the things he did best: scoop ice cream. 

He was tempted to pinch himself; this was beyond any life he could have dreamed for himself.

“You want to add the fudge?” Steve called to Eddie as he finished his order. 

Eddie had gone crazy at the sight of the hot fudge sundae faucet when they’d first visited and each time after.

“Oh absolutely.” Eddie rushed out excitedly. He grabbed his cup of ice cream off the top of the freezer and then held it under the faucet to coat it in hot fudge. 

Steve snickered. “I see you take your hot fudge with your ice cream instead of the other way around.”

“You know it,” Eddie winked. He took a lick of the hot fudge sauce and nodded appreciatively. “They know what they’re doing with their hot fudge.”

Steve didn’t bother trying to hide his stare at the peek of Eddie’s tongue. 

Sienna shrieked as she ran back towards them and Eddie scooped her up with one arm. “You having fun?” he asked, giving her an open smile.

“Playing tag!” Sienna wiggled as she fought to be put down. Eddie complied and she took off again. 

Steve focused on scooping his own ice cream, glad when Eddie was working to get Sienna in a seat. Once Steve came with her cup and spoon, she wasted no time digging in. 

Eddie studied his pool of hot fudge before digging in. “Okay, that’s delicious,” he smiled, ice cream already on his lips and face. 

Steve was tempted to lick it off.

Sienna waved her spoon, sprinkling Steve’s face with chocolate specks. “Oops,” he gasped. “Here, spoon goes here. You can wave the napkin around if you want, though,” he tried, guiding Sienna’s spoon through the ice cream for another bite

Sienna just smiled her toothy grin and took another bite of ice cream. The cone stood in her melting ice cream and she grabbed it to happily crunch on it.

“Is it good?”

She nodded happily. “Yummy!” Her focus was on the cup and spoon in front of her and how to get another successful spoonful. 

“You’re doing really well with that,” Steve commented. 

“Like you,” she pointed at Steve and his spoon. “I like you.”

Steve’s heart threatened to burst. “Yeah, you’re using your spoon just like me, kiddo.” 

He snuggled closer to Eddie. 

“I can’t believe it,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder. 

“What?” Eddie asked. He offered Steve a bite of his and Steve ate easily off his spoon. 

Steve swallowed before answering. “Ugh, I always forget how good Rocky Road is,” he laughed.

“Glad I’m always here to share,” Eddie smiled sweetly. “What can’t you believe?” “That we did this. And that I get to feed you ice cream on a Saturday morning.” Steve smiled.  Steve fed Eddie a bite of his, being sure to add a little extra fudge to the bite before he ate it. 

Eddie nudged his knee. “And I’m thoroughly enjoying it,” he said with his mouth full of ice cream. 

In the end, Sienna’s small hands were covered in sticky chocolate ice cream and most of the cone was already broken and soggy in the melting pool of ice cream. Still, Sienna continued dipping her fingers in the chocolate pool before taking a piece of cone and sucking on it happily. Her face was smeared with chocolate and bits of ice cream cone. One small piece had even gotten stuck on above her eyebrow.

“There’s more ice cream on your face than what’s left in the cone,” Steve laughed. 

But Sienna was perfectly content to dip her fingers into her cup of now-melted ice cream and lick them gleefully.

Eddie didn’t fare much better and when Steve looked over, Eddie had a ring of chocolate around his lips and cheeks. 

“You match our daughter,” Steve laughed. He leaned into Eddie and kissed him, choosing at the last second to lick the corner of Eddie’s mouth. It was the best tasting chocolate Steve had ever had. 

Eddie kissed him back but when he went to stroke Steve’s cheek, he remembered his hands were covered in ice cream. “I’ll get the napkins,” he smiled. “We can pick up all this later.”

“Holding you to that, by the way,” Steve replied as Eddie returned with another stack of napkins. He reached for one to clean Sienna’s face.

“Here, sweet pea, let me see your face,” Steve guided. Sienna obediently looked up at him. Her hazel eyes looked up at the ceiling as he dabbed her mouth and cheeks with the clean napkin. 

The napkin did nothing but stick to her face and hands and Steve grimaced. Everything had gotten stickier.

“Calling an SOS,” Steve requested, thankful that Eddie was already grabbing the wipes from the diaper bag. “Hand me a few,” he added. “She’s definitely going to need more than one.”

The wipes were better and once Sienna’s cheeks and lips were clean, Steve moved on to her hands. He played This Little Piggy as he cleaned each finger, his own face breaking into a smile at her giggles as he tickled her.

Steve finished his ice cream and once Sienna started climbing off the booth to start pulling down chairs, they figured it was time to go.

The drive from the mall to the small park wasn’t far and Sienna ran towards the park as soon as they’d arrived. 

“Bet she’ll be tired once we hit the swings,” Eddie said, giving Steve a nudge.

Sure enough, Sienna spent the first twenty minutes running around making silly faces at her dads and then found her way to the slide. She was more than happy to climb up again and again to slide down to either of her father’s waiting arms. 

“Again, again!” she clapped each time she fell into their arms. 

And they went again and again before Sienna pointed towards the swings. “Sings? she asked, pointing at them and looking at her dads. 

“You want to swing?” Eddie asked. “I can push you.”

It took Eddie a second to get her legs through the swing holes, but once she was in place, he pushed her.

Steve came up behind him and hugged him from behind as he pushed Sienna.

“She loves the swings,” he sighed. 

“Just like you,” Eddie nudged. “Now come on, show her how you swing.” He turned to Sienna, who now had a permanent smile on her face as the world swung by. “Sisi, watch Daddy,” Eddie encouraged her.

Steve climbed on the swing and kicked off the ground, letting himself swing back and forth slowly to start. He hadn’t done this in years and once he was sure the swing was sturdy, he pumped his legs then leaned his head back. The sudden rush made him gasp in surprise, then laugh as he righted himself and kept swinging.  His continued laughs echoing around the park with his daughter’s.

Sienna was already copying Steve and putting her head back. And she screamed at the rush of it all as she held on tightly to the side of the swing but her face was a wide toothy smile. This continued until she grew more pensive, glancing around at the world as Eddie gently pushed her.

It was another few minutes before Sienna was rubbing her eyes and Eddie slowed the swing to hand her her blankie from the diaper bag. She took it and buried her face in it.  Then she reached her hands towards Eddie.

“Mm, I think someone’s getting tired,” Eddie mentioned as he stopped the swing to lift her out of it. She snuggled into his shoulder. 

Steve was already grabbing her bag and took the keys from Eddie as they headed back to the car. It was time to go home.

The car ride home was quiet and although Sienna had nearly had a tantrum as she was unfairly buckled in again, it took Steve’s calming reading voice to distract her. She’d quieted as she listened and it took until they pulled up the driveway for her to start dozing off. 

Eddie nodded to him. “I can get her stuff,” he offered. 

Steve nodded and carefully unbuckled Sienna. She shifted and opened her eyes as Steve got her from the carseat. But once she was in his arms, she used his shoulder as a pillow and her other arm curled loosely around his neck in comfort.  

“She sleepin’?” Steve stage-whispered to Eddie. He wanted to make sure before he took her upstairs. 

Eddie nodded. “I’ll meet you in her room.”

Steve made his way into the house, feeling his daughter snuggle deeper into his arms. It was times like these when he wished she could sleep in his arms. They’d tried it once, but Steve found that Sienna slept better when she was in her own bed. 

He unlocked the house one-handed and slipped off his shoes before heading upstairs. Sienna was warm against him and she smelled like chocolate. He kissed her gently as he climbed the stairs and was glad when the shades in her room were still drawn from last night. Carefully, he laid her in her bed and covered her before pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Eddie came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder. “She’s out.” He knelt down to stroke her temple and kiss it.

Steve nodded as he placed her blankie next to her. “Out like a light,” he whispered. He clicked on the baby monitor. He nodded his head to the door and Eddie followed him out.

Once they were downstairs, Steve fell into the couch and Eddie fell on top of him.

“Well, I’d say that was the first successful ice cream for breakfast adventure,” Eddie smiled.

“It was,” Steve agreed. He met Eddie’s eyes after clicking the baby monitor on. Sienna slept soundly upstairs. “And I think we could make it a semi-annual tradition.”

“And maybe a monthly one during the summer?” Steve rolled his eyes. “Leave it to you to want more ice cream. You sound like our daughter.”

Eddie smiled at that. “She is pretty smart. And I have a feeling she’s going to love doing breakfast for dinner.”

“I think so too,” Steve agreed.

They went on talking for a bit before words turned to touches that turned to kisses. And Steve welcomed it all, loving all of Eddie and his adventures, and looking forward to more.

[queenmiarys]

A/N 1: hello everyone I would like to wish all a happy New Year, I hope everyone started off okay.

A/N 2: my and my husband both were under the weather a while, due to our 4 year old

A/N 3 I would like to thank all who read and like this story, been working on a few things and hope to have out soon.

Book:The Royal Romance

Series; ENVY

Title: Brand New Year and New Us

Summary:Liam and Mia spend New Year's Eve and New Year's day in Dubai

Pairing: Liam and Mia

Warning: Lemons

Most characters belong to pixelberry, Mia Ramos belongs to me

Catch up here

Song inspiration

Liam and Mia arrived in Dubai, after dropping off their things, they went on a desert Safari,  they had many activities but for Mia Dune Bashing and 

Sand Boarding was her favorite.

At the end of their Safari they enjoyed BBQ. Up

The activities made them quite tired. Once they got back to the hotel they took a nap, Liam had woken up an hour ahead of Mia, he made a few calls and took a few all their friends had called to check and see how things were going. 

After the call he just sat watching Mia sleeping, after about an hour he noticed her staring to stir. 

Mia's eyes slowly flutter open, it was still day but the black out curtains made the room fairly dark, but she could see Liam seated in the chair across from the bed.

“Babe what are you up to over there?

Liam had reached over and turned on the side lamp at this time

“Just watching the most beautiful woman in the world get her beauty rest.” He winked with a small smile. 

She could see the hunger in his eyes.but Liam grabbed her hand and pulled her up. “I have planed the rest of our evening out, come on let's get ready

After they got ready, they drove to the Aq@uarium and underwater zoo

Liam had rented out the aquarium for just the two of them.They toured the underwater zoo, they then went for dinner at Krasota.

Mia admired the beauty of this restaurant and the show the stuff put on throughout their 8 course meal

Liam watched as Mia interacted with her desert he could see she was truly happy with him and if he was honest he felt for the first time in his life he actually found love and happiness rolled into one

He sat thinking he'd put her through so much in the 7 months they had been dating, now she wanted to go back to the states and he couldn't send her back to the states without trying to make her his forever..

Liam was snapped out of his daze by her voice. “Babe are you alright over there?”

“Of course my love, I was just watching you enjoy yourself, I like seeing you worry free and so carefree.”

“I can say the same about you, I think besides when we first met you are more carefree this trip.”

“I'm always carefree with you.” He winked and smiled.” 

“Hmmm, it's 11pm one hour before the countdown.” 

“Yes, did you enjoy your last day of 2023? 

“Oh very much so, you have given me an experience I'll never forget, thank you so much for bringing me. It's so beautiful here.” 

He kissed her then they went to the spot where they were to watch the fireworks. The day was much hotter than the night. It was a good thing Mia brought a lite jacket along, they had a glass of champagne close to midnight. As they counted down Liam grabbed Mia's hand and asked her what type of life she wished for in 2024

“To keep being happy and loved, and my business to grow and prosper, and my family and friends old and new all the happiness and prosperity, I love you Liam and you have changed my entire world and experiences in life. 

At the stroke of Midnight, they kissed and cheered, but for both they were glad it was after Midnight

Again she could see desire in his eyes, but this time Liam could see the same in her eyes. 

He picked her up and rushed to the hotel elevators, once on the elevator they couldn't get enough of each other.

Once they got to the penthouse they were nearly out of all their clothing.

Liam unhooked her bra, once he managed to get it off he throw it across the room, he put her breast in his mouth, and placed a hand between her legs, she was dripping wet for him, he pulled her underwear the side and got down on his knees pulling her down to him on the bed, he licked and sucked her till she came a few times.

After the second time Mia stopped Liam and asked if she could taste him, she ran her tongue along his harden member then put it halfway down her throat, Liam loved but felt if she kept doing it he wouldn't last long

He flipped her over, she looked at him and smiled. “I want to try that thing you asked me about.” She said in a low sexy voice. 

His eye went wide in  realization of what she meant, without saying anything he got up quickly 

Liam went to the bathroom and found the baby oil and sat it on the side table, this was new to both of them. Liam licked her a few times, licking her ass wasn't at all like he thought, he actually  it was enjoyable more than he thought it would be. 

He grabbed the baby oil and entered her slowly. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes I'm fine.” He was gentle and slow it felt good to her, she could remember when she tried with Chad her ex who didn't have a clue how be gentle or have patience, she found out later Chad had a boyfriend who let him do all those rough things that he tried to do to her, but Liam was so different so loving.

When Liam reached around and again and started playing with her clitoris it made her come both anal and vaginal it was an experience she would never forget. 

After they laid tangled in each other 's arms. It was now after 3 am, they both finally drifted off to sleep without even showering. 

Liam was surprised that he woke up at 7am, usually he wakes up 2 hours before but after all he didn't get to sleep till after 3.

It was 5 am in Cordonia he called Maxwell.

“Hey how's everything coming along?”

“It's good and I'm keeping everyone on schedule as usual, we'll be there.

“Good see you all later. 

@kingliam2019 @choicesfanatic86 @choicesficwriterscreations @hanaleeappreciationweek @honey358luv @alj4890 @ao719 @harleybeaumont @tessa-liam @yolandawalker @yaniradolton @katurrade @mom2000aggie @luvquit @lolablackwrites @aussiegurl1234 @alj4890 @queenjilian @queenrileyrose @kingliam-rys @shewillreadyou @dcbbw @bebepac @bertrandbeaumontfan @burnsoslow

“

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[blorbologist]

Cat’s Cradle - Chapter 5

Ch 1 … Ch 4

[AN: Changing up the weights of the kittens, I realized I made them a bit too big for neonates, especially from a small momma cat! Will go back and edit the weighing chapter accordingly.]

Vex needs her sleep.

He doesn’t need his.

It’s that thought that gets him up the third time of the night. Stars, stragglers slow to escape dawn, blink back at him as he stares out the window. There’s an awful crick in his neck from sleeping on the couch, dog hair sneaking into his mouth time again. Coffee, soon. Once Vex wakes - the machine screams and gurgles in his experience, and he’d rather not bother her with that.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Percy doesn’t bother to get his glasses until the bottle of formula is warming in the microwave. 

It’s not long at all until he’s peeking into the basket. All the kittens are sound asleep, piled loosely together. With none clamoring for breakfast he chooses the one on top - one of the grey tabbies - to avoid disturbing them.

To no avail - two little heads jerk up with whimpers, searching for warmth, and a third cries, wiggling into the space vacated by its stolen sibling.

“Morning, darlings,” says Percy, for his benefit more than theirs. The bundle of fur in hand answers with a mewl - mostly because it has protested with every exhale. 

Exhausted as he is, Percy cracks a smile. It’s hard not to, the little creature is so opinionated. “Really, now? I’ll take it under advisement. Your usual, sir?”

The bottlefeeding thing is pretty easy, after some practice. Potty, feed, weigh. It’s incredibly satisfying to watch the numbers tick up, even compared to those first ones scrawled not even a day ago. 

One is inconsistent, however - nigh a twin to the first to feed, its gains have been slower than its siblings. It does not latch quite right, either - after a minute of futile suckling he gently lifts it up. That little mouth is plastered with milk, opening pink in a wail.

“You’re troublesome,” he mutters, dabbing at the mess. It jerks its head away, offended. “Hold still-”

“Percy? You could have woken me.”

Years of practice working on delicate projects with noisy siblings around the bend keep him from jabbing the washcloth into the kitten’s face. He fishes for the last of the milk on its face before angling his head back to see - Vex is haloed by an ancient yellow lamp, clothes for the day slung over one arm. If he were more religious a man he’d call her an angel in sweatpants. Or maybe not - it sounds stupid and unbefitting of her. Gods, he’s tired.

“You’re up early,” he murmurs, resting the kitten on the towel-laden scale. His hands hover, just in case, as it settles. “I thought your shift started at eight?”

Vex cracks a grin. “I take Trinket for a-” she mouths walk, reminding Percy the dog is likely still sleeping on her bed “- before starting the day. Unlike some people, I don’t groan and grumble about early mornings like a teenager. How did you make it through the night?”

He yawns, smothering it against the back of his hand. 114.2 grams, better. As he notes it down, Vex’s hands appear, scooping up the day-old scrap of fur. She indulges in a nuzzle before returning it to the nest. 

“Take a nap, darling. A longer one - it’s three, three and a half hours before I’m due to leave. I’ll cover their last feed before I go.”

Percy is not one to argue. “If those are your orders. They’ll be at the shelter once their doors are open - I will keep you” - another yawn, one she echoes this time - “informed of their verdict.”

Still kneeling beside the basket of kittens, she watches him stretch. He thinks he catches the hint of a frown before she rewrites it to be a smirk. “You can steal Vax’s bed - I won’t tattle, darling.” A wink accentuates her point.

“You’re a blessing, Vex’ahlia.”

--

“Oh, aren’t you precious,” coos the vet, pulling back the blanket to unveil the kittens. “They certainly are fresh, aren’t they?”

“Roughly twenty-four hours by this point. They still have their umbilicals attached,” Percy points out. “I thought that made it obvious?”

Tabby in hand, the woman - older, with pale hair in a lazy bun and some fish-patterned shirt beneath her labcoat - shakes her head. “Takes just under a week for them to lose it. They look pretty good, though.”

Percy nods and settles back against the wall, letting her and her tech give the kittens their checkup. Resisting the urge to hover is surprisingly difficult, so he looks at the pet obesity diagrams instead.

There’s no one available to take the kittens.

He had expected as much, given their correspondence the night before. Emails to other shelters nearby, even some rescue groups, likewise either received no response or a similar answer. 

Apparently keeping the litter alive overnight is grounds for them to remain under Percy’s care. At least the shelter is kind enough to give them a once-over, a carrier and another bag of formula.

Vex is the only person he knows with experience raising small animals and she’s working two jobs to make ends meet. His own schedule has more leeway - mostly coasting off his past machine learning breakthroughs and his inheritance, Percy makes sure to keep busy to maintain a steady income. It also allows him to set his own schedule - the engineering projects can be put off for a few weeks if needed. 

He could just sit, code and tend to the kittens on coffee breaks. Haul them to the workshop when he needs a change of scenery and poke away at simple mechanisms. Though the drive would be too long to make often, he could manage without tinkering. It would be perfectly doable.

Could he, though?

“Hm,” says the vet tech. He hums, again, deeper, and Percy looks up.

They’re crowded around the pale kitten, watching her wobble in gloved hands with interest. The vet catches Percy’s eye and waves him over. ”How is the point’s motor control? Compared to her siblings.”

“Point?”

She clicks her tongue. “Oh, like a Siamese. White for now, but the extremities will get dark.”

Delicately, she puts the kitten on the cold metal of the exam table. It - she - squeaks in protest, head rocking around in an attempt to keep upright. She tries to crawl away, her claw-prickled paws wiggling. 

The vet puts another kitten down to demonstrate - this one, the loud grey one, is able to drag itself a fair ways before the vet stops it with a hand. Its sister has made no progress, almost falling over multiple times.

“That’s not normal, is it?” Percy asks. When she lets out a particularly heart-wrenching wail he scoops her up, one hand pressing gently into her fur. Her fussing dies down to whines.

“She might have some neurological issues,” says the vet. “Cerebellar Hypoplasia, potentially. Nothing life-threatening, thankfully, but she will be special needs.”

They’re still going over the details when Percy’s phone buzzes. He unlocks the screen to spy three texts from Keyleth (asking for pictures and names and how are things with -), one from Grog (how do you send a video over text). This newest was from Vex, a short and sweet any updates? 

Many. Call me when on break?

--

“It’s not that complicated,” Vex says over the phone. 

Percy scoffs, affectionately. One of the shelter volunteers glances at him - not heading out until he’s ready to drive, so the kittens remain warm as long as possible. The live trap is already loaded into the bed of his truck. “How is any of this not complicated, Vex?”

“Simple: you and the litter stay with me.”

[myhauntedsalem]

19 Parents Share The Creepiest Things Their Kids Have Ever Said

Kids say the darnedest things, but they also come out with ridiculously creepy things as well. When Reddit asked ‘what is the creepiest thing your child has ever said?’ Parents of the internet came forward with their stories and boy, they didn’t disappoint.

Here are nineteen of the most disturbing, chill inducing stories shared.  All we ask is for you to try and suppress the urge to lock your children in a cupboard after reading these.

1. “Daddy Its A Monster… We Should Bury It.”

My 3 year old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for awhile then turned and looked at me and said, “Daddy its a monster… we should bury it.”

2. “The Man Who Crawls On The Floor And Stands By My Bed.”

My co-worker’s four year old daughter always thought that the rattling of the water pipes in the kitchen cupboards were “white wolves” and the sound always scared her. One day she was sitting at the kitchen table and she said, “Mom. The white wolves aren’t bad… they’re our friends!”

Her mom encouraged the idea by saying, “Yes! The white wolves are protecting us. They are our friends.” Then her daughter added in, “They’re our friends, but not the man who crawls on the floor and stands by my bed”.

3. “Good Bye Dad.”

I was tucking in my two year old. He said “Good bye dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said “I know. But this time its good bye.”

Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still there.

4. “It’s The Closest I Can Get To Seeing Her Dead.”

He’s not my kid, but my godson is extremely creepy. He likes to stand in his little sister’s doorway while she naps and watches her sleep. I ask him why and he says, “it’s the closest I can get to seeing her dead.” He also likes to shove her fist in his mouth as far as it can go because he wants to “know what suffocating is like, just in case.” I’m pretty sure he’d be a serial killer if it wasn’t for Mario Kart.

5. “The Man With The Snake Neck.”

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, “the man.” To which I replied, “what man?” She then pointed at the closet and said, “the man with the snake neck.” I turn around and nothing was there.

I’m afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn’t scared.

6. You Will Die Soon

Not to me, but to his grandmother.

He was cuddling with her and being very sweet (he was about 3 at the time). He takes her face in his hands, and brings his face close to hers, then tells her that she’s very old, and will die soon.

Then he makes a point of looking at the clock.

7. “I Want To Peel All Your Skin Off.”

I was sound asleep, and at around 6am I was woken up by my 4 year old daughters face inches from mine. She looked right into my eyes and whispered, “I want to peel all your skin off”.

The backstory here is I had been sunburned the previous week, and was starting to peel. In my sleep addled state however, it was pretty terrifying for a few seconds. I didn’t know if I was dreaming, or what was going on.

8. “When You Die, I’m Going To Eat You.”

My sons were about 2 and 4 when their pet goldfish died. I attempted to use the situation as an opportunity to discuss death and mortality. After I finished my explanation, my four year looked up at me with his big, blue eyes and asked, “Mommy, someday, will you die?” My heart filled with love and a little sadness, knowing this was one of those pivotal moments when the first bit of childhood innocence was lost,and I told him yes, someday, mommy will die.

“Good,” he said with a totally deadpan expression, and walked out of the room.

Later when we were about to flush the fish, he asked if we could eat him instead. I said no, we don’t eat pets because we love them, and he said, “When you die, I’m going to eat you.”

9. “Carson Is Gone, I Am Rick.”

When my son was little he, maybe 3, he used to do this weird crawl where he would slide his forehead along the floor. That was pretty creepy in itself. Then one night he crawled across the hallway into my room like that and stood up a few inches from my face and made a weird meow sound. He got into bed with me and went to sleep.

Another time he was freaking out about a monster in the basement so we went down and saw nothing, of course, and as I turned out the light and headed upstairs and he said “Hes right behind us now.” I might have peed a little.

Possibly the creepiest thing he did was one day I scolded him for misbehaving so he hid his head under his blanket. I pretended I couldn’t find him by saying “Where is my little Carson?” He slowly lowered the blanket and with a dead evil stare said, “Carson is gone, I am Rick.” I’m certain he’s possessed. We never knew any Ricks, as far I can remember. Still don’t. Never figured out where he picked up the name.

10. “I Died And Now I’m Here.”

Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing.

My wife and I were catatonic.

11. Baby Brother

“So I shouldn’t throw him in the fire?”

3 year old daughter holding her baby brother for the first time.

12. The Pretty Girl At The Cottage

My 3 year old nephew was at my cottage. He’s asked me numerous times about the “girl over there” while pointing at one of the back bedrooms. The place is small, and there is definitely nobody there so I just dismiss it as a really active imagination (he has lots of imaginary friends).

Then some friends are visiting and they have a daughter around the same age. She has never met my nephew. Twice in the one day she asked about the “pretty girl” while pointing at the exact same room. Definitely caught me out and I didn’t know what to think.

Then at Christmas my family was over at my place and my nephew points at a picture of my wife and asks if she is coming to visit us here or does she just stay at the cottage. My wife died ten years ago. Personally I don’t really believe in paranormal stuff so it’s probably just my logical brain putting together a bunch of kids ramblings but it definitely got my attention.

13. “He’s Behind You Now.”

“Go back to sleep, there isn’t anything under your bed”.

“He’s behind you now”.

Still haven’t gotten over that one and shiver at the memory.

14. “He’s Coming For You. You Better Hide.”

While not something my own child has said, my younger cousin (around 5 at the time) once drew a picture of a a black monster, looked up at me, and said “He told me to draw this. He’s coming for you. You better hide.”

15. “You Will Put Me Down, Down, Down In The Hole.”

I have a three year old who says some pretty strange stuff….

Last night: “Mommy.. the man, the very big man with big yellow eyes is looking at you.”

I look.. nothing. I tell him there is no man and he is make-believe. My son laughs, “Oh he is hiding now.” — 2 minutes later, “Oh no Mommy, you made him very mad. Now he says he will come when you are sleeping.”

Few weeks ago he tells me, “I’m not going to be four. I’m going to die. And you will put me down, down, down in the hole.” I tell him that isn’t true, and who told him that. He gets quiet and goes, “The man told me. But I will be scared, so after three night-nights you die too and come with me.”

Sheesh. As if I didn’t have bad dreams already.

16. “Daddy, I Love You So Much That I Want To Cut Your Head Off.”

A friend of mine’s child told him “Daddy, I love you so much that I want to cut your head off and carry it around so I can see your face whenever I want.”

17. The Bad Man

Why are you crying?

“Bad man”

What bad man?

“There.” Points behind me at a dark corner of the room

Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look.

She slept in our bed that night

18. Ham Can’t Scream

When I was a waitress, I watched a little girl (4ish) stab her plastic fork into her sandwich repeatedly, saying “die die die die die die”. When I asked her what she was doing (her mom was in the bathroom for a minute), she replied with a straight face, “I like to kill things, but mom says I shouldn’t. So I picked the ham because it can’t scream.”

19. Satan Wants To Meet You

A few months ago I asked me brother and his wife if their kids ever did any creepy. They both immediately looked at each other and seemed surprised that I had asked.

Apparently the last few couple of weeks they would hear my niece talking to herself in her bedroom. They assumed it was just her playful imagination so they didn’t give it much thought. One day however my brother asked her who she kept talking to, she said it was her new best friend Satan who visits her at her window every day. Her window is close to the ground so they were seriously concerned that there was someone actually going up to her window and kept a closer eye on her for the next few days.

Every single time they would hear her talking he would go outside to her windows but never found anyone. They began asking her more about his new friend and apart from his name being Satan she mentioned that he follows her everywhere she goes and that he promised her he will bring her a cake one day.

At a late cookout at my parents a week before they mentioned that, she took her mom outside to the backyard and pointed at the pitch black backyard and told her that her friend Satan was there and he wanted to meet her also. That made chills run down my spine since I was at that cookout also. After that they made her promise she wouldn’t talk to Satan anymore.

[livealittleoc-cb]

“I might be a pretty kitty but the minute you piss me off we’re having issues, so be careful.~ Unless you want claw marks.~”

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Bastet [Bassel Ibrahim]

⋆｡°✩ Norse God of the Home && Cats

⋆｡°✩ Works as the CEO of a Makeup Company [is a Sugar Daddy on the side]

⋆｡°✩ Has an Orange Tabby Cat named Orange

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form he's from Luxor, Egypt, in Astria he's from Otreau

⋆｡°✩ He/They/ She [has a prefrence for He/They] | Bisexual [heavy male lean], Poly | 31 [Human Years], is as old as Homes && Domesticated Cats | 10/24 [Scorpio] | 6'1"

⋆｡°✩ He is:

a bitch

is only nice to Set

will talk about you behind your back

hard to get close to

untrusting of others

has a soft spot deep deep down

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ he feeds off of domestic energy to keep his strength

⋆｡°✩ they aren’t a sex god but having sex && act of sex gives him energy

⋆｡°✩ they live in his office basically

⋆｡°✩ when he feeds his eyes turn mustard yellow

⋆｡°✩ as a god he can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of calm/peace is the strongest he can depict

⋆｡°✩ he has a bit more of strength then a normal human and greater strength then most gods

⋆｡°✩ he can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Bassel

⋆｡°✩ in his god form he is a lot taller...even though he's already really tall-

⋆｡°✩ he can get up to around 7’1”

⋆｡°✩ in his god form he has bright yellow cat like eyes, his orange/yellow ears && tail are always out, his hair is straight && blonde && his nails are permanently painted yellow && orange, he has tattoos on his right arm && chest

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm he resides in the egyptian realm [ancient egypt]

⋆｡°✩ in his half && half form he is his normal 6'1", has his tattoos && piercings, his eyes are either their bright yellow or hazel [his eyes have a cat shape && slit], straighter short blond hair with orange highlights

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: bright yellow

⋆｡°✩ eyes might turn orange when angered

⋆｡°✩ has a tattoo sleeve on his right arm && on his chest

⋆｡°✩ has regular earrings but wants more

⋆｡°✩ can shift between genders [can go from male to female]

⋆｡°✩ has a full cat form [orange Maine Coon]

⋆｡°✩ he has a very high sex drive so they tend to get confused for a sex god

⋆｡°✩ likes: yellows, oranges, napping, honey, orange juice, sex, his sugar babies, smoking vape, sweets, spicy

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: water, moving around when tired, mornings, being woken up from his naps, being pet without permission, people that aren’t set

⋆｡°✩ languages: arabic && english

⋆｡°✩ has a tiny accent but it’s barely noticeable

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ switch, heavy dom lean, [hard dom / lazy dom / power bottom / bratty sub]; some of his kinks are names of empowerment / nicknames [daddy, master, etc.] [giving && receiving], oral [receiving], pet play [he’s your kitten, you’re his puppy / bunny], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [giving && receiving], size kink, squirting [giving], public, voyeurism, exhibitionist, impact play [giving && receiving], praise [giving && receiving], degradation [giving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [giving], auralism, bondage [giving], sensory play [giving]; open to having an fuck buddy [buddies] // sugar babies if his partners are okay with it

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ tends to be really lazy && tends to dom && take control from the bottom && is a pleasure dom

⋆｡°✩ if his partner wants him on top he will gladly do it for them

⋆｡°✩ he's open to all kinks, soft && hard but might dom drop/sub drop

⋆｡°✩ both his eyes glow a orange when he is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: purr

⋆｡°✩ uses 🐈 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ at his office && fake happy

⋆｡°✩ single [0/4]; uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends: Set [baby pup 💞]

⋆｡°✩ sugar babies: [*cough* Set *cough*]

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s):

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⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

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faceclaim: @/7ince7

[softsnzstuff]

Holly Jolly

Hey hey! I had an idea late at night the other day and just had to write it. Have some Future Canon Jopper! It’s short but I hope you guys like it! 🤍-KB

Jim Hopper was excited. For the longest time after his daughter’s passing and his divorce from his ex, he hated Christmas. Now that he was married to Joyce and had El, he felt like he was living in his own Hallmark Christmas special.

Jonathan and Will were both away for college, but he was finally getting to re-experience Christmas with a daughter. He’d spent the past month watching joyously as he took El out to chop down a tree, watched her bake cookies with Joyce, and while she snuck around trying to hide the gifts she’d bought.

Christmas was usually Joyce’s favorite holiday. Despite already having such an emotional connection to the Christmas lights, it reminded her of family and love and bringing everyone together.

This year, however, she was upset. Will had called a few days prior telling her that due to finals and bad weather, they were unable to make the trip back home for Christmas. That information alone had put her out of the holiday spirits, but if that wasn’t enough, she’d woken up with the beginnings of a terrible cold too.

El was up bright and early, ready to decorate the Byers/Hopper household. She tugged on the blue hair tie on her wrist while she sat at the breakfast table with her dad.

“Good morning.” El smiled, announcing Joyce’s presence.

The normally energetic woman looked drained as she sulked into the kitchen in an old robe, crumpled tissue pressed against her nose.

“Morning, El… eyyISH’yue!”

Hopper looked up from his newspaper to greet her, his smile fading when he caught sight of her.

“Bless you!” He stood up and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, “You are burning up, sweetheart. Why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll bring you some breakfast?”

She gently pushed his hand down, still looking upset.

“What’s wrong Joyce?”

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas, Hop! The house is a mess, the boys aren’t coming home, I feel sick. I just want it to be over.”

El made eye contact with Hopper and then looked down, upset that she was so sad.

Hopper pulled Joyce into a hug. While it seemed trivial on the surface, he knew that not having the boys here was really taking a toll on her.

“I’m sorry. I’ll bring you some eggs and you can go back to sleep, yeah?”

Joyce nodded, sulking back off to their bedroom. While he whipped up some quick eggs, El came up to him.

“I think we should tell her about the surprise.”

“I think so too.”

*****

El ran to the front door as soon as she saw the van pull up outside. She swung the door open and ran outside, hugging her brothers.

“Jonathan! Will!”

“Hey El! Merry Christmas!”

They hauled some duffels inside, Hopper leaning on the door frame, waiting to hug them.

“Hey kid, I need your help with one more thing.” Hopper shot a glance towards the box of Christmas supplies that El had brought in from the garage.

This was not Jonathan’s first rodeo. He nodded and looked at Will, who understood.

Quickly (and quietly), they all got to work. Hopper string some lights on the outside of the house while Jonathan, Will and El took care of the lights, tree ornaments, and small decor items inside.

The house wasn’t big and most of the decorations were warm, but minimalistic. Between the four of them, it had only taken about an hour to get everything set up.

The boys were on the sofa sipping hot chocolate and waiting for lunch when some soft coughs rang out from the bedroom. Hopper shot them a look and they quickly sprinted down the hall to Jonathan’s old room behind the master bedroom.

Joyce emerged, looking disheveled but slightly more rested. She’d napped for probably 4 hours.

“Hi honey, El was just getting ready for lunch if you want to join us.” Hopper smiled.

The woman nodded, making her way towards the dining room.

“El sweetie, why did you set the table for five?” She asked, still a little out of it.

El just looked up and smiled as Jonathan and Will had snuck up behind her.

“Hi Mom.” Will grinned ear to ear as she whipped around, tears starting to form already.

“Oh my gosh!” She pulled both boys into the tightest hug, making everyone laugh. She leaned back to look at them, “I can’t believe you’re both really here!! Hop???”

Hopper smiled, his arm around El, “We may have lied to surprise you this Christmas.”

“We would never miss Christmas with you, mom.” Jonathan smiled.

“And we decorated!” Will added, Joyce just now being able to take in their hard work.

“Enough water works, you’re going to make your mom all stuffy again.” Hopper teased, “Now that we’re all here, how about I pick us up some lunch?”

[ravelights]

I posted 453 times in 2022

That's 403 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (28%)

328 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 276 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#bnha - 164 posts

#all for one - 133 posts

#boku no hero academia - 57 posts

#midoriya izuku - 57 posts

#dad for one - 56 posts

#mha - 38 posts

#my hero academia - 32 posts

#yoichi shigaraki - 23 posts

#izuku midoriya - 22 posts

#bnha spoilers - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i actually didn’t look at the original while i was drawing i just remembered it from my head and was shocked to se how much i had changed

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So is the little villain au DFO? If so, it's hilarious to imagine AFO's reaction when he tracks down this new upstart villain who's been making a nightmare for the HPSC (good) but hasn't paid proper homage to him (bad), only to find out its his adorable five year old, founding a new criminal empire already! They grow up so fast! Now he can have all sorts of new daddy son experiences!

Yeah this is basically what happened, at first All for One thought someone was using Izuku because his son was five, but nope, Izuku did it all on his own. You can imagine the whiplash All for One got from finding this out, for a man that has seen everything that was a first. Although how I imagined them meeting changed this was originally the prompt for it:

All for One had been struggling through a unnecessarily hard process of meeting the boss of a growing villainess organisation, that seems to know how everything goes before it happens. But no matter how much All for One tried, the members refuse to let him have any contact with their leader. It isn't until after he forces his way into one of the organisations strong holds and finally come face to face with their mysterious leader did he realise why they been so relucted.

"What's wrong?" A four year old with green curly hair, and freckles yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Having just woken up from his afternoon nap, something he couldn't escape from these days.

All for One stared down at his four old son, sleepily tumble off his bed, blanket still in hand. "Oh" All for One whispered, not quite sure if he should be proud or angry, so he chose surprised instead.

582 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

I know it's not official so grain of salt; but this is really sus that AFO knows that A) Bakugou grew up watching All might winning and wanting to be just like him (to win). B) The fact that he also knows that Bakugou was blinded by his ego, instead of what Tomura though of before was that Bakugou was oppressed in hero society. And C) AFO knows that Bakugou feared being in Izuku shadow no matter how hard he tried to be stronger then Izuku.

it's disturbing that AFO knows so much about Bakugou fears that have stemmed from his childhood, and considering that Bakugou was friends with the doctors grandson, I have a feeling AFO been keeping an eye on Bakugou for a lot longer then realises.

674 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

Please tell us more about tiny villain, time-traveller, Izuku. It’s a delightful au

Sure!

Some more funny facts over this:

-Despite being a five year old boy who looks like a cinnamon roll that could kill you, Nagant find Izuku miles better then her old employees and becomes the wine aunt group.

-She convinces Hawks to join them via hot gossip, chicken wings and the joint power of flipping off the commission together.

-All for One follows around Izuku when the boy is doing his jobs, so you have little pre-school Izuku running around trying to set up an organisation with All for One chilling in the background, occasionally helping Izuku reach tall places.

-This backfires one day when they run into All Might at the shops.

-Izuku stops Toya from exploding into flames by spraying water on him every time he burst into flames.

-Toya follows Izuku soon after, he say it's because of the fire resistance quirk he got, but Toya also set Izuku up to play with Shoto every now and again, so yeah.

-When AFO finds out Izuku ate the replica of his quirk to get it, he never lets the child live it down.

-Izuku also takes quirks from AFO, but never anyone else, he get's them ethically, like a good kid, AFO the exception.

-Izuku meets Tomura and humbles him real fast, but then Tomura also basically adopts Izuku as his little brother

-Inko is has an interesting backstory in this AU.

-Izuku doesn't know All for One is his dad, everyone else guess it five minutes into seeing them together.

-Doctor Ujiro and Izuku hate each others guts, but unfortunately the Doc is the only one who can treat the All for One quirk and Izuku injuries.

-Izuku lowkey ditches bakugou because there are more pressing matters and bakugou actually misses Izuku.

-Izuku really underestimates learning to control All for One the quirk.

730 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

Izuku travels back in time fix it AU...with a twist.

11 pm idea that hit me one night (might have been done before but hey, here's my turn at the idea) Izuku is transported back into his Five year old self, and has the chance to do everything all over again; and makes things right this time...

But there are several problems getting in the way of saving everyone, namely that he's a quirkless five year old, that has none of his friends, allies or strength he had in his teens. All of them don't know he exist, plus half of them are toddlers. There's also a lot of stuff that won't happen until much later, not to mention he isn't sure how a lot of stuff came to be. He has no idea how Dabi survived were toga grew up, and Tomura has already killed his family four years prior and is living somewhere with All for One.

He knows won't get OFA until he's fifteen, and he's not even sure he might this time around. Because changing history means that All Might won't get injured and never have a reason to pass it on. Getting it when he's four would be impossible since he's young, and because people might not believe him when he say's he from the future, and can he blame them?

So after thinking over all the options, Izuku decides that if he can't be a hero, then he's going to be a villain...or at least pretend to be one so that he can stop the villains before they become huge threats. Basically Izuku decides to fight fire with fire, which he cranks up to 100 because he know a way to get a strong power that could go toe to toe with All for One and the person to go to get it from.

So Izuku sneaks into All for One doctors office and get's a hold of the replica of All for One quirk, with added hijinks. Now Izuku my have the replica nicely stored away in a glass tube, but he doesn't know how to acquire it... so he just decides to eat it because it worked the first time.

It's not meant to work like that, but for Izuku it does, after falling sick for like three days. Because eating a quirk wasn't the best idea. But who cares Izuku now got All for One, foresight on future events and his New villain career to kick off at the ripe old age of five.

And boy does he go off with a bang, by breaking Nagant out of Tartarus (Izuku needed a body guard, and Nagant was innocent), convincing hawks to run away from the HC (it was Nagant idea really) and recruiting the number two hero eldest son (Well Toya more recruited himself) among other things.

This unsurprisingly, this get's All for One's attention, but Izuku sure that he won't get caught because who would expect "quirkless five year old Deku" to the the next be up and coming villain? Apparently All for One, because the guy awkwardly walks in to his preschool one day, picks him up and is both quite shocked and amused to find this villain, that's been causing the Hero commission so much strife, is just a four year old boy.

Izuku thinks this might be the end, but instead of snipping of this bud before it grow, All for One decides he'll let Izuku keep doing what he's doing, because the whole things amusing. Except Izuku still "only a baby, not quite a big bad villain yet" so All for One will be "probably supervising" Izuku growth into villainy.

Izuku doesn't know weather to yell in joy at getting a one up on All for One or scream in anguish that now he's got the worst villain in the world making him his personal pet project.

Izuku decides to burn that bridge when he get's there.

I have more of this AU if anyone wants to know about it, but just baby toddler villain Izuku getting followed around by his older villain father, during his first errands. All dress up in his preschool uniform carry several books on "how to commit crimes and get away with it" well telling AFO to buzz off.

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[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #5 adapting to change .( warning descriptions of stress induced vomiting and blood )

taiga having been woken from his nap sighs and chuckles seeing what the growl was fro

taiga--- you having trouble adjusting to your evolution

valdederon---muzzle it old fart..why do you even care any way im just an outsider.

taiga chuckles--- regardless its not uncomon for newly evolved pokemon to struggle gaining ballance after evolving especialy in yoru case going from walking on 4 paws to walking up right on 2 paws. youl gain your ballance back in time just dont rush it.

valdederon--- seriously.. how am i suposed to learn anything if i cant bloody well walk strait. this sucks.. all i did was spar with a dewott.

taiga-- ah you mean neegan how did it go he doesnt much like fire types.. he came here to this guild few years back to the south west of us the silva islands guild a fire type caused his team to become crippled during a dungeon raid.. not only that 4 other teams were badly injured. though the fire type didnt do it on purpose neegan was beyond upset and is strugling with his emotions. at night i can some times hear him crying and regretting the fight he had with the fire type i believe he said that the pansear was his best friend.

valdederon sits up and sighs hearing the story

taiga---im glad you and him were able to get along

valdederon--- what ever old fart i just want to learn about this world so i can survive im not raly looking for friends

with in moments of that statment both valdederon and taiga begin to argure and fuss about valdederons constant shrugging off of othersfeelings and distrust. untill vall throws an ember attack at teh wall and stumbles offto the training room to try and cool off. after a few hours of relentless flame attacks the training room lay scorched piles of ash were wood training dumbies once stood kleo comes in sighing and begins to in a loving maner as valdederons mother once did skolds him for destorying the training room witch inadvertanly both touches valdederons heart but sets him off like a thermo baric bomb.

valdederon---- WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME.. SINCE THE DAY I ARIVED YOUVE ALL DOTED OVER ME PAMPERED AND SWADDLED ME WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME WHAT ARE YOU DIGGING FOR.. IVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A NUSINCE SINCE I ARIVE AND NO ONE ONCE HAS EVER INSULTED ME . ITS NOT NORMAL WHY DO YOU DO IT WHAT DO…….

…… the room falls silent after a particularly loud smack and a crash following after and then silent sobs . kleo growls and sighs slithering over and wrapping he boddy softly around the now sobbing braixen.

kleo--- my husband and i both love you.. your like a son to us..even neegan vented to me that while you can be rude and un characteristicly cold for a fire type the sparking match he had with you made him happy and missing his old friends, . he likes you we all do. taiga and i love you and want you to be part of our family,

she kisses his fore head gently as he tries to weakly push away only causing her to tightn her coils lika a snake trying to squease its prey.

5 HOURS PASS,.

valdederon settles into hiccups and sniffles like a toddler having had a tantrum before he leans his head into kleos warm coiled body before passing out exausted. only muttering love you half unconcious before grasping her scales when a grovyle comes to train only to see the utter carnage a single beam comicly falling the moment he sees the now sleeping braixen

( at this point valdederon human age 40 his pokemon body is only 5 years old and rebirth is effecting him as if he is his bodies age even if he is mentaly a full adult)

kleo--- sorry about the mess verny.. our little tott had a bit of a tantrum as you can see.

verny face palming-- a bit.. abit of a tantrum.. mam with all due respect the kid fuking trashed this place… its unusable in its state.. my dads gona be royaly pissed when he has to fix this.. ugh.. kids lucky you and the guild master are his parrents cause my dad would defintaly give his butt a thourough spanking……did you atleast get him to calm down with out a fuss.

kleo---i may be a water type but this cranky flame thrower didnt realy need much effort to settle. he he he but he is in big trouble dont you fret on that moma aint happy about any of this damage.

verny--- mother mew help that kid ha ha ha ha… good luck guild mistress

he heads out chuckling .

the next day valdederon wakes up and begins vomiting from stress and wimpers inbetween bouts of vomiting . the stress having phisicaly damaged his tomach as some blood can be seen in the mess he chuked up onto his nest after a full 40 minutes taiga comes in to the sight and sighs knowing what the cause is and grabs a bottle and mixes in a specialised stomach medicine with oran berries and pokeformula meant for sick newborn pokemons and puts it in valdederons mouth knowing any thing other then that would be rejected from his body.

taiga--- dont worry about this beeing common its only a 1 time thing… theres medicine in there to stop you from throwing up and the oranberries and formula will help you relax and heal. by lunch time youl be free to eat what ever you want ok… though you realy made kleo mad.. please be careful.

[or-something-better]

July 8, 2022

(Nigthly RP Part 4 of Charlie’s Baal Saga)

((Sam lays on the bed sleeping, bandages covering his wounds, breathing evenly))

Dean

walk into med bay to check in on him

Patience

I'm really worried about Sam

Henry

has been sitting on the chair the whole time

Charlie

in the main room working away on my laptop

Dean

Its Sammy he will be up moving around back to himself any time now

Ruby

I lay my hand on his shoulder, looking down at him, so still. “Whatever magic Imhotep used is very powerful. It’s certainly done a number on Sam, but he’s strong. He’ll survive.” I say, more to convince myself.

Henry

gets up to put a extra blanket over Sam

Dean

walk back out of med bay and join Charlie in the map room

Charlie

as the others enter the room I look up at them, hopeful how is he? Any change?

Henry

walks out with Dean

Ruby

I head out with the others to see Charlie in the map room “Not so far, but I’m sure he’ll come through this.”

Patience

I really hope so I hope Gabe can help

Charlie

hitting the table dammit! What else can these guys do? I mean its Sam! He’s literally been to hell and back …. If they can take him out… what about the rest of us?

Henry

Better be prepared for worse

Patience

No no he's got to pull through

Dean

But that’s it, it is Sammy and he’s been through everything he will come out of this

Henry

For people coming after us

Patience

What are we going to do

Charlie

sighing in frustration well before Sam passed out, he told us what Baal wanted, it looks like Imhotep is just a piece in a bigger game, he’s got Sam’s blood, Lucifer’s feather, the book of the dead, and now the key—if he gets the book of the damned he’s got a way to make himself more powerful than Gabe…. We need to make sure he doesn’t get his hands on it…

Dean

Oh I will be damned if he thinks he’s gonna get the book. I want a piece of his ass for Sammy

Henry

Agree I don’t want another Apocalypse

Dean

We should probably try to get ahold of Gabe and see if he is around to help..

Ruby

“It certainly would help if we had the extra power on our side for this.”

Charlie

nodding Dean, why don’t you try reaching out?

Gabe

appearing with Donna

Dean

Alright jumps as Gabe appears well that was fast I didn’t even think it yet....

Gabe

I’ve never wanted ihop so bad in all of my existence

Gabe

Dean no time for what the ladies tell you I want that ass hat and I want him NOW !! eyes glowing he ground shaking all around us as lightning pierced the sky and the moon turns blood red

Henry

Dad, Sam won’t wake up. There’s something wrong with him

Gabe

He’s in Winchester there’s something wrong with all of them

Henry

But he won’t wake up

Gabe

Becky uses industrial chloroform

Donna

placing my hands on my archangels’ shoulders you’ll get your chance, I promise. Just calm down for now…. Please

Gabe

You’re me damn right I’ll get my chance, I’m going to take it right before I take his life and the lives of everyone he’s ever known

Donna

a look of concern across my face I look at my archangel maybe we should check on him…. It’s been a long time since he passed out….

Ruby

Following Gabe and Donna to the med lab, I tell them my thoughts. “I’m certain that what happened to Sam is some sort of very old magic.”

Donna

heading into med bay I gasp as I see Sam laying there lifeless

Gabe

walking in putting my hand on Sam’s forehead  I think ihop took more than blood from your boy here, took a few years off his life to boot

Ruby

I’m shocked at Gabe’s words. Humans live such short lives as it is!

Patience

How's that even possible

Donna

What??? confused look on my face! how???? I look to my love head tilted

Gabe

Listen Sam will be ok but as of right this second, there’s no way for him to woken . If I had to guess I’d say hey are going to revive another…..

Ruby

With a heavy sigh, I ask, “Can you do anything? Do you have a plan?”

Gabe

Yes I can go home, have a few drinks and take a nap. Seriously? looking at you like you grew a third eyeball  when do I not have a plan?

Gabe

You know what my plan is now ? Leaving this room the Sammy corpse is kind unnerving heading out

Charlie

having overheard the conversation nope…. Gabe always has something up his sleeve…. Even if he comes up with it on the spot

Gabe

I never said it was a GOOD plan

Charlie

grins

Gabe

We could sacrifice Dean

Dean

I grab a beer and walk back in what if we...what? Really Gabe?

Gabe SPN: Maybe ihop will show

Henry

plays with my dagger

Gabe

I like this plan

Donna

Did you just corpse?!?! I hurry out of the room with my beloved!

Gabe

About 6ft below normal at the moment. Too soon?

Ruby

I smile wanly as Gabe's gallows humor

Dean

Dude I want this guy as bad as you do there has to be other ideas. I want a hand in killing these bastards to damnit. Without being dead

Alex

Walk into the bunker how is Sam doing? Look over to Donna and Gabe hi Gabe and Donna

Dean

What about whoever that douchebag thought ruby was? Could ruby pretend to be her to get to him?

Donna

Hey Alex!! 🥰

Gabe

How’s my favorite ware chicken ?

Charlie

still looking intently at my laptop screen and scrolling

Alex

Hey Donna walk over hugs

Donna

hugs Alex back

Alex

Look around me? Lol doing good Walk over and hugs

Gabe

That’s a good idea too. We could turn Sam into a marionette and make him think his plan didn’t work

Gabe

Wait ….. was he in love with whoever he thought Ruby was??

Donna

👀

Gabe

Yes?

Donna

I look from love to Ruby and eyes get big and back to my love! the Queen?

Charlie

suddenly my eyes light up and I run down the hall to the artifact room, within a few minutes I come out holding a medium sized black box but I’m struggling with the weight as I come out and sit it on the map table with a thud

Dean

Not Unless love involves death threats now?

Gabe

watching you run char you ok?

Alex

Charlie? What in the box?? Rise her eyebrows and went to help Charlie

Donna

Lifeless body to marionette … doesn’t sound gross at all!!! bluck!

Gabe

Well lately with you and Becky

Ruby

I'm curious what Charlie has in mind

Donna

watches Charlie and box! the heck???

Gabe

You know last time I saw Charlie run like that it involved a blonde in a tight black mini skirt

Henry

stops playing with my dagger and looks at the box

Dean

There wasn’t any death threats we just aren’t on the same page yet

Gabe

Yes you don’t know what no means

Charlie

opening the box, I remove some paper revealing a gold book with hieroglyphs on the front

Dean

What the hell is that?

Donna

my eye get huge know exactly what that is!

Alex

Rise her eyebrows what is that?

Donna

I asked about it last night!!!!!! It’s been here????!!!!!

Gabe

sitting I watch char wondering what she’s up to now

Charlie

The Amun-ra…. The exact opposite of the book of the dead…. The book of life

Donna

standing near you!

Charlie

Whatever imhotep can bring out of their book…. We can eliminate with ours!

Gabe

What if we just end him and reverse it then?

Donna

taps nose! I like that idea!

Dean

I grab the book looking at it, feeling how heavy it is damn its heavier than it looks

Henry

It’s shiny  staring at it

Donna

What’s your plan Charlie????

Ruby

“Do you think messing with another ancient book is really a good idea?”

Gabe

watching I snap myself a drink

Charlie

holding my finger up to my lips I ask for silence   I got to thinking when I heard about his reaction to ruby and the name he said so I did some research…. Ankhesenamun was his wife…. They started with the book of the dead together… to gain immortality. She betrayed him. She was able to use the book of life against him… but he killed her too….

Ruby

That's love

Gabe

Why am I seeing Becky’s future here. If we don’t learn from history…..

Charlie

She might know what they’re up to… Baal likely wants more than immortality… he already has that

Alex

How is that help?

Charlie

She may distract him long enough for us to do the spells we need….

Dean

So bring the exwife/wife who’s also clearly a psychopath to help find and kill another psycho that makes sense

Gabe

Speaking of black miniskirts

Charlie

Ruby… will you do it? Awaken Ankhesenamun?

Ruby

Understanding what Charlie wants to do, but still a little reluctant, I have no other suggestions. “I’ll do it”, I say, nodding.

Charlie

I take the amun-ra back from dean and with effort, pass it to Ruby

Ruby

Taking the book, surprised by how much it weighs, I lay it out on the table.

Gabe

Well then, I guess I’ll stand by to bind her if shit goes sideways  finishing my drink I set it on the table and head towards Ruby

Dean

This will be fun....not

Charlie

Donna, we should set up a place to hold her right?

Alex

What can I do?

Charlie

Want to grab some restraints?

Alex

Yes ma’am chain

Ruby

Finding what I need in the book, I hope I'm ready for this

Donna

10-4 starts to scoot one of the large metal chairs to middle of the room

Alex

Went the armory and look for a chain and she see chain bingo

Gabe

Charlie’s phone goes off

Charlie

reading my phone I look up at the group shit! Worst timing ever!

Donna

What?

Charlie

It’s my medical supplier… they have a delivery, I’m supposed to go get them. They’re a day late

Gabe

nodding at the door  go we got this

Charlie

sighing reluctantly text me if you need me….. leaving the room I head outside and get in my car to drive away

Dean

I walk over beside Donna ready to help restraint this whatever we are getting ready to summon

Ruby

My Arabic is a bit rusty, but I am hoping my sincerity in performing the spell is worthy of Anubis.

(In Arabic) ‘Oh great God Anubis, Master of the afterlife, I call upon your wisdom and holiness. I beseech that you find me worthy and grant my plea and allow the one called Ankhesenamun time upon the Earth.’

I feel a shift in the air. Looking up I see a woman step through a kind of rift, a woman that looks…..like me!

Ankhesenamun

blinking I look around to a room lit without torches and to faces I don’t know….

Alex

Run zoom I got chain

Dean

I step forward grabbing onto you ALEX CHAINS QUICK! Trying to race you to sit in the chair

Ankhesenamun

shocked at the instant violence Hey!!

Donna

doing the same!

Dean

holding you the best that I can

Donna

I pull her back with force to sit

Dean

Alex hurry up and chain her!Alex be um nice..... We just need to talk to her

Ruby

I watch in silence, still shocked at the resemblance

Alex

chain her up UH AH! We got you

Ankhesenamun

What is happening??

Gabe

looking at you apologetically  sorry about that it seems to be the only way my friend can get a girl lately, we’ve tried changing him but  shrugs old dogs and all that. Listen, we just need to know if you have any idea what lover boy is up to?

Alex

Make sure super tight there it super tight now Look over Dean

Ankhesenamun

Imhotep? He’s dead…. I made sure….

Gabe

Well Doc you didn’t look close enough, apparently it didn’t stick

Ankhesenamun

shaking head he told me that his plan was to use the book of the dead to make us immortal. So they couldn’t entomb us… he lied…. He was going to sacrafice me for his own immortality…. So I used the book of life to bind us… when I died… so did he…. But his soul—-they attached it to the book of the dead…. It ruined him. He was so kind before that. But then he became desperate for power, at any cost. That’s why I was able to do what I did….. tearing up

Gabe

While I’m sorry that happens to you we really don’t have time for a CW moment, we need to find him , NOW . Lives hang in the balance

Ankhesenamun*

I truly don’t know… I was in the underworld, but not in the same violent place he was. I have no idea what he’s up to….

Gabe

Well if you can’t be helpful we can just send you back …

Donna

Welll I have an idea! I look to my love and team And having her maybe helpful. and back to Noxie maybe you could help!

Dean

laughs how the hell could she possibly help us??

Donna

Imhotep may want revenge on her, we could use that to our advantage!!

Henry

He is too smart this time and he has Baal

Patience

What can we do to defeat him

Alex

Ankhesenamun have them

Gabe

Maybe guys instead of running head long into a trap, this time we set our own

Donna

Exactly!

Alex

Ohhh

Dean

extremely hesitant not sure if she can really be trusted, trusting Gabe and Donna’s judgment, I unlock the chains

Ankhesenamun

rubbing my wrists

Donna

I help you up out of the chair and lead you to the main room /map room

Ruby

Following Donna and Ankhesenamun, I still can’t get over the mirror image I see in front of me. Imhotep’s comment makes perfect sense now. I wonder…can we exploit that?

Dean

Hey henry lets go lock the artifact room and armory. I can get the art room if you wanna lock the armory? heads to the artifact room making sure everything is locked and secure and return to the main room

Henry

helps Dean with locking up

Ankhesenamun

taking a deep breath I share my past  Imhotep didn’t want eternal afterlife. He wanted to live forever. The book of the dead promises that, only it comes at a cost. The more he used the book, the more of his soul he lost. He went from a kind loving husband to someone I didn’t recognize….he ruled the kingdom with brutality…. I didn’t want my people to suffer forevermore…. So I stopped him. But I never saw him in the afterlife. He lost too much of himself…..

Dean

I grab another beer before sitting at the table

Henry

grabs a cookie and sits on a arm of the chair

Patience

Are you sure we can stop him

Ankhesenamun

I have accomplished it before….

Alex

If he would like you her much now

Dean

I seriously doubt he’d be her best friend at this point if she helped kill his ass

Gabe

Listen Ankajankaju can you tell us what ihop was like before the book ?

Ankhesenamun

Before the book he was a kind and fair ruler, a great husband and father… nothing like what you see now…. a tear rolls down my cheek

Charlie

But I do not like who he is now so I will help stop him again….

Gabe

Yeah welllll we aren’t exactly his biggest fans either

Dean

Definitely NOT A FAN

Alex

Oh no

Henry

What will we do?

***To Be Continued…

……………………………

1. Sam is now passed out from his experience and lays sleeping in med bay. Patience says she is worried he’s been asleep a long time. Dean says it’s Sammy and he will come through this. Ruby lays her hand on him, and says whatever magic Imhotep had used had certainly done a number, but Sam would survive. Henry covers Sam with an extra blanket and they join Charlie in the main room. Charlie asks if there’s been any change and ruby says not so far. Charlie is angered by this and makes a comment on what these guys can do, especially if they can take out Sam.  Henry agrees and Charlie lays out what they know so far.

2. Dean says they should probably see if Donna and Gabe are around to help, these guys were strong. Ruby says it would likely be helpful if we had some power on our side for this. Charlie asks dean to reach out but before he can, Gabe appears in the bunker with Donna, still infuriated that Imhotep got away from him. Donna assured him that he will get another chance and Gabe tells her he will because he’s taking it. Henry tells Gabe about Sam in med bay and how he won’t wake up.  Donna gets concerned and suggests they check on him. Gabe and Donna head into med bay, with ruby close on their heels telling them that some kind of magic or power has struck him down. Gabe places his hand on Sam’s head, and says that Imhotep took more than blood. He took a few years off of Sam’s life. Patience asks how that's possible. Donna and Ruby are confused and he explains that they must have plans to revive another…. Sam would be ok, but there was no way to wake him. He had to do it on his own.

3. Ruby sighs and asks Donna if she and Gabe have a plan.  Donna looks to Gabe for answers. Gabe gives a grin and asks if he’s ever without a plan, Charlie answers as they enter the map room with nope, even if you come up with it on the spot. Dean gets a beer and is coming up with ideas and Henry is playing with his daggers when Alex walks in asking how Sam is doing, and greets Donna and Gabe. Patience tells Alex he will be fine but its gonna be awhile. Charlie is still doing some research on her laptop and jumps up from the table when she finds something. Gabe asks her if she’s ok and Charlie runs down to the artifact room and grabs a box. Donna says nothing good ever comes out of there, Henry says he’s scared of that room. And Alex asks what she is carrying. Struggling under the weight of the box Charlie sits it on the table and opens it, revealing what she’s come up with.

4. Dean grabs the book, surprised at its weight. Henry comments on how shiny it is. Patience asks what the book is. Donna asks Charlie what she’s planning. Ruby asks if risking another ancient text was really a good idea. (They’re all speaking at once) Charlie silences the team and shares the story of Imhotep and Ankhesenamun  and how she betrayed him before their death. Alex asks how that will help and Charlie explains further, the team comments as they begin to understand. Charlie asks Ruby if she will perform the spell to awaken Ankhesenamun, Ruby is skeptical but agrees.  Gabe says he will stand by to bind her, in case this goes the other way. Ruby sets up and Charlie hands her the book so she can begin the incantation.

5. Charlie and Donna set up a chair while Alex grabs some chains as they weren’t sure what they were going to be up against. Charlie gets a text and says her supply order has come in, Gabe tells her to go so she does. Dean comes to stand by Donna to help detain whatever they brought back. Ruby does her thing and a woman that looks just like ruby but in Egyptian dress appears in the Center of the room looking confused. Dean and Donna grab her while Alex chain her. She protests and asks what is going on. Gabe asks her if she has any idea what her husband is up to. She shares a tale and Donna has an idea. She tells Gabe that maybe she could help. Dean snorts and asks how she was going to be helpful. Donna says Imhotep would want revenge since she helped beat him last time. Henry says he may be too smart this time and he has Baal. Patience asks if there is a way to outsmart him.  Alex comments that Ankhesenamun had them now too. Gabe begins to follow and remarks that maybe it’s time they set a trap of their own.

6. Reluctantly dean unchains Ankhesenamun, Donna helps her up and leads her to the map room. Ruby follows-she’s shocked at how much this new person looks like her current vessel and now understands Imhotep’s comment. Dean and Henry lock up the artifact room and the armory before joining at the table. Ankhesenamun explains how the book of the dead claims your soul as you use it, her husband had used it a lot and became someone evil so she betrayed him and had him killed before he could complete the immortality spell. Understanding now Alex asks if he would like her much now. Dean pipes in with probably not, Gabe asks Ankhesenamun what Imhotep was like before the book and can see how much she loved him. But she didn’t like who he had become so she was willing to stop him. Patience asks if she’s sure they will be able to stop him and what will happen if they fail.