#AND THEN ONE OF MY NIECES WENT THROUGH MY PHONE BC I LET HER CAUSE SHE WANTED TO PLAY SUBWAY SURFERS

[cameronspecial]

how about we go a lil angsty? the reader hadn’t yet told him about her being pregnant bcs she remembers Drew once said he doesnt know if he wants to be a dad and so she tried to bring the topic up with hypothetical questions and his answers not exactly the thing she wanted to hear so she went all silent and pulled herself away and stuff.

I dont wanna give it away, so please you decide the ending..either they communicate and Dad!Rafe rise or…

I Want This

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abortions and Miscommunication

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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Well… She doesn’t know what she expected the results to be, but this is definitely an answer. Y/N doesn’t even think she can focus on the opinion she has of this situation because all she can think about is Drew’s.

———

“Awww, Babe, look at this pic of Lils that Mac sent me,” he gushed, holding his phone up to his fiancée. She looked up from her laptop, “So cute. Ugh, I miss them so much. I mean look at those little baby rolls. I just want to cuddle the cutie.” He smiled and brought her head under the crook of his neck. “I know. We have to visit them soon. I’m so glad I have a niece. It means I can be the fun uncle forever and never have to be a dad,” he mindlessly thought out loud, going back to scrolling on his phone. This caused her to freeze; they never talked about having kids, but he was so good with them that she assumed he would want them. She should’ve asked him about it because she wanted them. She didn’t though. Kids were important to her and so was Drew. She wasn’t ready to cause a rift in their relationship because of something small. 

———

Staring at the positive pregnancy test, she has to figure out a way to gauge how he would feel about it before actually telling him the truth. Once she knows how he feels, it will help her decide how she wants to feel about it seeing that if they are on the opposite page, then she would have to make a difficult decision. She shoves the positive tests into the box and hides them in her makeup drawer. He never goes looking there. She exits the bathroom, lets out a deep breath, and heads to the kitchen to start getting lunch ready. Drew is coming home from filming in Morocco later today. The music blasting through the speakers makes her unaware of the new presence in the house. He smiles at the dancing silhouette cutting potatoes. His hand drops over her eyes and she sets the knife down with a grin. Her arms wrap around her neck to bring him down towards her. This allows her to pepper his face with kisses. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to be back until tonight,” she notices, turning the music off. His hand rests on her hip, “I was, but I was offered an early flight and I couldn’t say no to seeing my girl early. I missed you and I love you.” She sinks into his hold. “I missed and love you too.”

The couple spend the next half an hour cooking together before settling themselves at the dining room table. Since they talked to each other throughout cooking, silence falls over them. A chime comes from his phone and he checks it to see a text from his sister. “Mac is planning on coming down with Lils and my mom soon. They can stay in the guest room, right?” Drew confirms, reading over the text again. She nods, “Yeah, I’ll get it ready over the weekend and buy one of those travelling crib things for Lils. It is going to be fun to have a baby around the house. The guest room would make a nice baby room in the future. It has nice big windows and the closet is the perfect size.” The chuckle that comes out of his mouth drops her stomach into a furnace. 

“What’s so funny?” she questions. He shrugs, “Not the babysitting part. They could both use a break and I will never say no to spending time with my niece. It’s just the thought of having to turn the guest room into a baby room is funny.” 

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a guest room. I mean where would our family stay when they come over?” 

“Yeah, where would they stay?”

She should probably ask if he meant he can’t imagine the room as a baby room right now or if it was a forever thought; however, she is scared of the answer she is going to get so she shuts down the conversation. They sit in a new tension-filled silence that he pretends he can’t feel. 

———

After lunch, Y/N retreats to the backyard to swing in the hammock. This tells him that she needs some space and he knows she is upset when she is still outside at eleven p.m. The friction of the patio door sliding against each other makes her turn to him. She doesn’t acknowledge his presence, waiting for him to say something. He places the plate of pasta he made for dinner onto the side table beside the hammock. “I found the pregnancy tests,” he states, bringing one of the patio chairs close to her. She freezes and sits up. Her legs swing over the fabric to face him, “How?” “Maddie helped me pick out clay pot Moroccan lipstick for you and I wanted to surprise you with it. I was going to hide it in your drawer…” he explains, eyes falling to his fingers and trailing off at the end. Her head moves up and down. Her thoughts are moving around her head a thousand miles a second. He is going to break up with her. He is going to make her have an abortion. Or worse. He is going to make her choose between the baby or him on the spot. 

He grows nervous when she doesn’t say anything and his suspicions are confirmed. He understands why she is unsure about talking to him about this. The way he has spoken about having a baby in the past could’ve given her the wrong idea. He hesitantly reaches to place a hand on hers and does it when she doesn’t shy away. “I want you to know that the decision about what we do with the baby is up to you and I will be at your side during the whole process,” he assures. Her confusion causes tears to crop up in her eyes, “You don’t want the baby though. I know that, so if you are going to break up with me because I do, then just do it. But making me have to choose is kinda cruel.” His heart squeezes, hating that his words aren’t coming out as he means them to be. His head shakes like crazy and he sits beside her. He brings her head against his chest, “Babe, I don’t want to break up with you. I want to have this baby with you too.”

“You want the baby? Then how come you don’t think the guest room would be a good baby room?”

“Because my office would be a better one. The windows aren’t too big so it won’t wake the baby up in the morning and the closet there is even bigger, so when they get older they can have as many clothes as their heart desires.”

“Okay, you are right… What about when you said you want to be an uncle forever and never be a dad?”

“Honestly, I never really thought I would want to be a dad. I was content with being an uncle, but, Babe, when I found that pregnancy test, all I could think about was how happy I was to be bringing a child into the world with the most amazing woman in the world and I couldn’t wait to raise them with you.”

She leans back and rests a warm palm on his cheeks, trying to hold back her tears. “So you want to have this baby?” she verifies. He kisses the tears away, “I want this, Babe. I promise. We are going to do this. Together.”

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[yjwonz]

bro my nephew so cute fr

[hinatas-sunshine]

Synopsis: Babysitting with Kuroo, Kenma, and Kageyama was not something you’d expect to be so...weird?

Genre: Fluff I think yo no se

A/N: I’m trying to fit in as much writing so I don’t seem like a dead account when my online classes start up, but I really appreciate all the love you guys continue to give me thank u KITHES 🥺❤️

Kuroo:

• Kuroo had made plans to study with you earlier last week and you agreed, your boyfriend was a really good tutor after all

• Sadly, you wouldn’t be alone due to your sister showing up with your niece asking you to babysit last minute

• And again, you agreed because you love your niece and didn’t want your sister to struggle having to find a babysitter

• So when Kuroo showed up and you had a toddler in your arms, he melted at the sight

• He greeted you with a kiss after you put your niece down and then he continued to crouch down to your nieces eye level

“Hi there kiddo!”

• Your niece hid behind your leg and peeked out to look at the giant man in front of her

“Yeah I’d hide too.”

“Y/n! :(“

• You slowly stepped aside and your niece moved with you

“Lovebug you can say hi! He’s my boyfriend! He’s nice I promise and if I’m wrong you can have some ice cream.”

• Her eyes widened at the sound of ice cream and slowly waddled up to Kuroo and waved shyly

• He gasped in excitement and waved back

“Can you tell me your name?”

• And she nodded and told him her name before he lead her to the couch and picked her up to sit with him

• Now it was your turn to melt at the sight before you went to the kitchen to grab a snack for the three of you

• You returned with two bowls of ice cream, one for you to share with your niece and one for Kuroo, only to find your boyfriend showing your niece all about Chemisty

“She’s a toddler she doesn’t know how to read yet Kuroo.”

“She likes the pictures!”

• He showed her a bunch of cool things in his chemistry text book and her eyes sparkled with curiosity ignoring the ice cream you brought out

“A-Am I being replaced?”

“Uncle Ku!”

“Yes you are!”

• You giggled slightly as he picked her up and placed her on his shoulders, talking about all her favorite princess and how much she liked the stars

• You snapped a cute picture and ate ice cream feeding her some as she continued holding onto your rooster haired boyfriend

• Soon enough her eyes started closing and her blinking became slower as she fell asleep on your boyfriends shoulders

“Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, you’re so boring you put her to sleep Kuroo.”

• He pouted before placing her on the couch and draping his red Nekoma jacket over her

“She called me uncle ku. 🥺”

“Because you’re old. 🥺”

• You two laughed and whispered trying to let your niece sleep

• Your sister came in to pick up your niece and thanked you and Kuroo as she lifted her child up who woke up lazily due to the sudden movement

“Bye auntie y/n, bye uncle ku, you’re the coolest.” She rubbed her eyes

• Your sister laughed and said her goodbyes saying she PROMISED her daughter will be back soon to which Kuroo was excited to hear

• Once your sister was out the door Kuroo exploded

“She said I’m cool!”

• You giggled, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose

“You are cool!”

“Now I want one-“

“No ❤️”

• He definitely made a PowerPoint to explain why you two should have a kid - slide one: to have someone to call him cool

Kenma:

• You often found yourself babysitting as an side job during summer break

• When Kenma made plans to hang out with you he didn’t expect to see you on the floor with a toddler across from you

• He walked right back out of your house 😃

“Kenma!”

• He sighed and walked back in as you held the toddlers hand and had the other on your hip

• The little boy looked at Kenma with wide eyes and walked over to him

“What’s it doing? Why is it coming over to me?”

• You laughed scooped the little boy in your arms walking over to Kenma who looked scared for his life

“Say hi!”

• The little boy reached out for Kenma who looked at you and then the kid

“He wants you to hold him.”

“I don’t want to hold that.”

“Kenma!”

• He then sighed and took the boy in his arms, you snapped a quick picture at the two, who were looking at each other

The toddler: 😃

Kenma: 😐

• You laughed before sending it to Kuroo who had a field day with it by the way

• After you put your phone in your pocket you looked up to see Kenma trying to talk to the tiny boy

“Do you like video games?”

“....”

“Do you like animal crossing?”

“....”

• Kenma handed him back over and shrugged

“I couldn’t do anything.”

• You laughed and lead your boyfriend to the living room who automatically sat down and pulled out his switch to play animal crossing

• The tiny boy gasped in your arms and reached out for Kenma again who looked up and shrugged taking the tinier boy in his lap

• The two played on the switch for a little, Kenma making commentary about the game

“Yeah I don’t like him either.”

• You looked over to see the tiny boy slapping the screen and Kenma nodding as if he was agreeing with him

• Kenma slowly warmed up to the smaller boy and let him play with his switch for a few minutes before you brought out some fruit for the baby boy to munch on

• Kenma stole some of his fruit

• The little boy began falling asleep with some strawberry in his mouth and nodding off on the table before you picked him up and wiped his hands and face clean to lay him on the couch to sleep comfortably

Kenma: Must be nice, Y/n doesn’t treat me like that

Y/n: Yeah cause Kuroo does

Kenma: Not the same

• You spent time cuddling Kenma who played animal crossing and you scrolling through social media before joining him on animal crossing too

• When the toddler woke up crying Kenma was the equivalent to the caveman spongebob meme

• He was shook he didn’t think it could do that

“What’s wrong with it?”

“HE is just waking up, it’s okay.”

• You helped the boy calm down, his little sniffles leaving his nose before making you put him down and waddling over to Kenma

• Kenma gave a small smile and picked him up setting him on his lap again and then continuing gaming until the little boys mom came to pick him up

• You two said bye before the little boy ran to Kenma and hugged his leg and running back to his mom

Y/n: Does this mean you’ll babysit with me more?

Kenma: No, but I’ll come over only if it’s that one

• The next time at practice Kuroo wouldn’t stop showing everyone the picture you sent him and now you have to beat Kuroo up Bc Kenma said he won’t babysit with you anymore because he’s embarrassed

Kageyama:

• When you got a call from your boyfriend you realized something was off

• Mainly because he screamed through the phone asking you to hurry and come over

• Worry filled your body as you ran to Kageyama’s house and reaching the door throwing it open and panting

• Kageyama sat criss cross with a baby in his hands, holding it at arms length

“Tobio-Kun I thought you were- d- holy crap I’m out of breath...”

• You took in a deep breath

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING!”

“I am dead if something happens to this thing!”

• Kageyama then explained that his aunt had dropped off his baby cousin and his mom was out at the store so he was in charge

• You scooped the baby into your arms cooing and rubbing noses with her, she happily giggled and Kageyama fell back with a sigh of relief

“Thank god you came, I was ready to just leave it on the couch and let it sit there but it started crying.”

• You glared daggers at your boyfriend and sat next to him

“SHE is a calm baby, she just needs attention.”

• The baby girl babbled and held onto Kageyama’s finger to which he tried to pull back but she had a death grip on

• He started panicking again, but you gave him a kiss and reassured him he’ll be fine

“So... can it- I mean she- play volleyball?”

“Kageyama she can’t even walk yet?”

• he sighed before resting his chin in the palm of his hand

“So what do we do with her?”

“Take care of her? What else would you do with babies?”

“I don’t know I’ve never met one.”

• you spent a few hours taking care of the baby and bouncing her around to keep her entertained

• Kageyama would be lying if he said his stomach wasn’t doing flips and you looked like you could be a perfect mother one day

• You finally handed her to him and taught him how to hold her, and he did his best although he was extremely nervous

• You took a picture to send to his team mates

• Everyone was in aw except Tsukki who went on about how the King looked terrified

• You then prepared to give her, her bottle and he said he wanted to do it and you smiled handing the bottle to him for her have her milk

“So all the do is drink milk, get attention from you and sleep? I want that type of life.”

• You laughed at your boyfriend only to notice the little girl was almost done and you took her to burp her, he just watched and you two played with her a few more minutes before it was her nap time

• You were putting her to sleep when Kageyama’s mom walked in

“Oh thank god he called you, knowing him he would’ve left her on the couch and not looked back.”

• You laughed lightly at your boyfriends face that was now a deep red.

• His mom happily took the baby and continued to care for her while you and Kageyama walked to his room

• He lied down and mumbled something about how exhausting it was and you laughed crawling next to him as he wrapped his arms around you

“You’d be a good mom one day.”

• You smiled and looked at him, his cheeks a deep red and all you did was kiss him softly

• He smiled into the kiss before pulling away and cuddling his face into your neck

• You stroked his hair and kissed the side of his head

“Never call our child an it or I’ll kill you Tobio my love.”

• He laughed and lifted his head up to press another soft kiss on your lips

“Well you’ll for sure kill me multiple times because I can’t care for a kid to save my life.”

• You laughed and he picked up his phone to check it

“Why is everyone calling me Daddyama?”

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[alwaysjonsa]

Okay so I finished Orphan Black today for the first time and all i have to say is

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!

the only real problem i had with the whole show is the clone club not killing the villians when they had the chance. Like Cosima! she had a gun pointed at Yanis but she lowered it and gave it back to PT. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT COSIMA, HE IS YOUR BIG BAD. SHE SHOULD’VE JUST SHOT HIM RIGHT THEN AND GOT HER ASS OFF THAT DAMN ISLAND WITH CHARLOTTE.

SARAH could’ve killed Coady with that gun that Art gave her as soon as the other guy left while they were still at Dyad! but let’s not think about that.

the one thing i’m really pissed about is Mrs. S. SHE KNEW that Ferdinand was going to be at her house and it was so out of character for her to go back ALONE. where was Benjamin? why didn’t she go home with Backup?

I firmly believe with how paranoid Siobhan is that she would’ve had safety measures all around her house. and would have survived that situation had the writers just been consistent with her writing.

Also, again SHE KNEW that Ferdinand was in her house and she knew where he was. Why didn’t she shoot him then? it doesn’t make any sense how she went out.

Sarah admitting that she doesn’t know how to be happy really broke my heart. The fact that she was thinking about selling the house but didn’t really gave me feels.

The Castor boys’ glitching seems to be caused by stress. Case in point: Ira didn’t start glitching until he realized that his family was in danger. and it got worse when he saw that susan had been killed, thus killing him.

Mark never glitched once in the whole show! he was stress free living his life with Gracie.

Felix and Colin are like official now so YAY!

P.S. my personal Headcanon is that Helena took Sarah’s name. She’s a Manning now. The last two CASTOR boys aren’t dead. The LEDA girls accept them into the family, (probably Susan too, idk where i stand with her) Siobhan isn’t dead, (she was true to her previous writing and probably gassed the house when Ferdinand was there or something idk, therefore killing him and then disposing of the body after the house was aired out.) Tony is there as well, somewhere, nobody forgot about him. Cosima became Charlotte’s legal guardian. Hell Wizard has a name - his actor’s name is Calwyn Shurgold so I hc that as his name, but close friends just call him Wyn.

Unanswered Questions:

Where the hell are they getting all these damn phones? every season they have new phones.

Why is Helena living in the Hendrix’s garage? Why doesn’t she live with Sarah, the one she is literally connected to, in Siobhan’s house? there’s an extra room (we know this because that’s where Gracie slept.)

What happened to Beth’s flat? It’s paid through to the end of the year, why doesn’t one of the girls live there? Sarah can cosplay as Beth again and get it signed into someone else’s name. that gives them months to get enough money to save for rent in the future.

Where exactly does Cosima live? Canada or America?

What happened to Cal and Jesse?

If Cal came back does he still have that flat?

Who has Charlotte, permanently? (she was staying with Art’s ex in the last episode)

Does Adele LIVE in Canada now?

Does Helena have a surname at all?

Does Kira call Charlotte cousin or aunt? bc technically shes her niece but like they’re both nine??

Does the Canadian government know about the clones? like all these people just showed up. Helena’s just chillin and eating weird shit. Charlotte is probably enrolled in school with Kira? does she have papers? does canada know that her mother (marion bowles) is probably dead? whaaaaat?

[yeontanismypresident]

Our One and Only | 03

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst (but not really angst bc I suck at angst)

Warning(s): Yoongi crying )): , Hyuk is an asshole, lots of cussing, someone’s fist hits someone’s face, violence, the numbers aren’t real btw, talk about verbal and physical abuse, uhh yeah I think that’s it, OH it’s pretty badly written bc life is tough man but enjoy!

Summary: The members didn’t think they could be any more content than they were at the moment. They were getting to become known worldwide and have inspired a significant amount of other hybrids to follow their aspirations. However, when Y/n strolled into the room, they realized they could turn out to be quite a lot more satisfied.

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Prologue, 01, 02, 03, 04, 

Chapter Three

Hyuk swung the door open, Yuna following behind him. Taking a deep breath in, you followed as well. When you walked in you could see all of the guys glaring at your boyfriend with distaste, tension strong in the air. Yet, as soon as you came into their line of sight, the glares softened, smiles gracing their faces, the air feeling light and happy once again. You nervously smiled back as you stood in between Yuna and Hyuk. Your boyfriend took your hand and the boys all lowly growled and glared at your joined hands. For some strange reason you didn’t want to make them angry. You could pass it off as not wanting to offend them, but you knew you were just insecure of what they thought. So, not wanting to anger them any further, you tried to pull your hand out of Hyuk’s grasp. Though this proved to be difficult as he just kept tightening his grip.

You cleared your throat, trying to lighten the mood, “Hi.” The sound of your voice seemed to calm the stiff hybrids.

The golden retriever, who you remember him introducing himself as ‘Hobi’ stepped forward. “Hello!” he said brightly, his tail wagging back and forth in excitement. It was cute how excited he got when meeting new people and you couldn’t help but to giggle. His ears twitched and his eyes lit up when he heard it.

“Hello, thank you for coming back here,” Namjoon said as he held his hand out to you. Shaking his hand, you smiled politely. As you let go of his hand, his smile somewhat left his face but he was quick to make it return before you could notice. 

Jin grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, “Hello again beautiful.” You could feel your cheeks burning as your eyes widened. Hearing Hyuk scoff, you were reminded of his presence and coughed awkwardly. Feeling his hold on your hand tighten, you glanced at him and saw him glaring with a frown on his face. Feelings of guilt slowly built up inside of you. Here you were allowing some guy to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend.

Namjoon cleared his throat, gesturing to the two couches in the corner of the room, “Why don’t we sit?”

The three of you followed behind them. You let go of your boyfriend’s hand and sat down in the middle. Hyuk was about to sit by you, but Jimin beat him to it with Taehyung sitting on your other side. You looked apologetically to Hyuk as he huffed and sat on the other couch. Hoseok sat in front of you, leaning back on your legs. Jin sat on the other side of Taehyung with Jungkook choosing to sit by Jimin. The two remaining boys, Yoongi and Namjoon, sat on the floor either side of Hoseok. You knew without even looking that Hyuk was glaring at them all.

“Would you like me to sit by you baby?” you asked him as you went to get up. Having all of them sitting so close to you was becoming a little too overwhelming. Before you could fully stand, Jimin wrapped his tail around your waist and Taehyung put his arm around your shoulders while the rest of the boys growled.

Hyuk raised an eyebrow, “Actually yeah, I would like it if my girlfriend would come sit by me.”

“Aunt Y/n? Where can I sit?” Yuna quietly ask you before a fight could break out. You were grateful she said something because you knew how bad Hyuk’s anger could get and you also knew hybrids had intense instincts.

Before you could answer her, Jimin held his arms out to her, “You can sit on my lap cutie!” You heart skipped a beat as you saw him pull her onto his lap. He looked so adorable interacting with her. Yuna smiled big as she looked at him with admiration. He was her favorite after all.

“Can I pet your ears?” Yuna’s question brought you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes widened, “Yuna! You can’t just ask that!” You turned to Jimin as you apologized, “I’m so sorry Jimin-ssi.” He just smiled at you and allowed Yuna to pet his ears. You smiled as he started purring, the sound relaxing you further.

Everyone broke off into their separate conversations. Jimin and Jungkook were talking to Yuna, while Namjoon and Hoseok were quietly whispering to each other, glancing at Hyuk every once in a while, and Yoongi was just sitting there silently. As you were talking to Jin and Taehyung, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. Thinking it was Hyuk, you looked at him only to find out he was on his phone. Tilting your head to the side, you looked around the room to see who it was. Your breath hitched as soon as you made eye contact with Yoongi. His gaze held so much pain and regret that you had to avert your eyes. He let out a whimper and the noise caused everyone to look at the two of you.

“Jagi..” Yoongi’s voice was quiet and he timidly put his hand on your knee. He let out another whimper when you flinched away from him. When tears gathered in his eyes, Hoseok put his arm around him.

Hyuk cleared his throat and crossed his arms, “I’d like if you wouldn’t call her Jagi. Only I can do that. Besides, she’s afraid of you. Don’t you remember?” A smirk was present on his face as he looked Yoongi in the eyes. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew Yoongi felt bad about what had happened and it angered you that Hyuk was being so inconsiderate.

You expected Yoongi to retaliate and start a fight, but were shocked to see him only tense up before leaving the room quickly, his tail wrapped around his waist and his ears down. It was strange to see him looking so vulnerable. Yuna had told you how he acts like he doesn’t care, but you could also remember him saying how much of a softie he was. You were brought out of your thoughts when Hoseok follow him, sending a heated glare in your boyfriend’s direction. For some strange reason, you felt your chest hurt when they left. Rubbing your chest lightly, you looked back to the rest of the group. The BTS members that remained looked at you knowingly. You were about to ask if Yoongi would be okay, but Hyuk spoke up.

“Is he always such a baby?” he snorted and smugly looked at the guys. They all growled at him, their tails swaying in anger, their eyes staring daggers at him.

Surprisingly it was Jungkook who spoke up, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up?

“Why don’t you make me bunny,” Hyuk spat out at Jungkook and sniggered when all he did was take a deep breath and turn around. He chuckled at Jungkook’s back, “That’s what I thought. Poor little shy bunny can’t do shi-” He was cut off by Jungkook’s fist hitting his jaw. You gasped and covered your mouth as Jungkook fell on top of him, continuing to land punches on his face. Yuna started yelling and crying as the boys grabbed a hold of him and hauled him off of your boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you ran over and helped him up off the floor. Yuna followed behind you and grabbed your hand tightly. Just then, Yoongi and Hoseok walked through the door into the room. The frigid atmosphere made them stop in their tracks and become on guard. Their sharp eyes quickly looked around the room to see what happened.

Hoseok was the one to break the stressful silence, “Uh what happened here?” No one uttered a single word, making you bit your lip anxiously. God, you didn’t know what you would do if they all started fighting again. You especially didn’t know how to feel now that Yoongi was back. On one hand you were excited he came back, but on the other hand you were slightly afraid. Yet somewhere deep down inside of you, you knew he would never intentionally hurt you.

Hyuk wiped his lip, looking up at Jungkook straight in the eyes, “You’re lucky you’re in some famous band or else you’d be dead.” Your eyes became wide as you stared at him in disbelief. Was he stupid? Why was he threatening a famous person? A hybrid at that!

“Y/n, why don’t you take Yuna and go buy some merch? It’s on us,” Namjoon said as he waved over a security guard proceeding to tell him something all the while keeping his eyes locked on Hyuk. Said security guard nodded and led both you and Yuna out of the room. As soon as the door shut behind you, you could hear someone inside start yelling, other voices joining in. You could feel yourself start to panic, not wanting anyone to get hurt anymore.

Looking away from the door, you tightened your grip on Yuna’s hand and followed the guard down a hallway. Once you guys got to the little store they had, you looked down at your niece, “Okay Yuna, choose what you like and I’ll get it for you sweetie.” Yuna gasped and looked at you with shining eyes, excited to be able to get BTS merch. Like she always told you, you could never have too much.

“Ma’am, Mr. Kim said he would pay for it. So you don’t have to worry about money,” the security guard said as he held up a shiny, silver card. From what he had said you could tell it was Namjoon’s credit card.

You put your hands out in front of you, stuttering slightly with eyes opened wide in disbelief, “Oh! No thank you! I can pay for myself. He doesn’t have to worry about paying for me haha..” You trailed off as he tried to hand the credit card to you. Key word being tried as you quickly moved away from him. Walking over to where Yuna was looking at some t-shirts, you heard the man clear his throat. Pretending to not have heard him you stood next to your niece, “So Yuna Tuna, what have you thought of getting?”

“There’s so much I wanna get, but I don’t want to waste your money and Appa only gave me ₩50,000,” Yuna pouted as she put the shirt back. In her arms she already held two shirts and a poster. You were about to reply, telling her she could get whatever and you’d pay for it, but it seems like the security guard, who was starting to get on your nerves by the way, beat you to it.

He picked the t-shirt Yuna had previously put down back up and handed it to her, “You can get this Ms. Yuna. Rm-ssi said he’d buy it for you.”

Okay, now he was really getting on your nerves. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the man. Why didn’t he get the hint you could pay for it? Actually, why did Namjoon think you couldn’t pay for it? Did he pity you?

Yuna gasped and grabbed the piece of clothing from his hands, smiling up at him and then at you. Seeing her so excited made you soften your tight stance. You could always pay Namjoon back. Granted it might take you a while, especially after seeing how much Yuna was getting. So far, she had six shirts, two different tote bags, a headband, and another one of their CD's.

"Yuna, don't get too much okay? It's not nice to spend all of someone's money," you said as you followed behind her.

She looked back at you as she put everything on the counter to be checked out, "But Namjoon said I could get anything." A pout was present on her face as the cashier rang up her merchandise.

"I know he did sweetie, but it's still not polite to spend people's money. It's always a good thing to be independent and not rely on someone," you voiced as pulled your wallet out. Just because Namjoon said they would pay for it didn't mean you weren't going to try and pay for it yourself. You were a strong and independent woman after all.

As you and the little girl had a stare off, the cashier had finished ringing the items up and cleared their throat, "That'll be ₩170,000 please." The security guard handed the lady the credit card before you could whip yours out.

Huffing, you crossed your arms, slightly pouting, not knowing the rest of the boys were standing behind you. Someone coughed, making you turn around in shock. As you turned around, you swore you heard one of the boys mumble out the word 'cute'. You waved awkwardly, completely embarrassed they had seen your small act.

"Namjoon-sii! Thank you for letting me get all of this merch!" Yuna bowed and looked up at him in admiration. You could tell just by looking at her interact with them how much she admired them and the thought made your heart swell. She was too cute for her own good.

While Yuna was talking to the boys, showing them what she got in the process, you walked over to stand next to your angry boyfriend. You leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Hey baby, how are you doing?"

"How am I doing? Really? Are you really asking me that right now?" he scoffed, shaking his head and shifting away from you. He didn’t understand how you could be so idiotic at times. Like right now, how you were just letting them talk about your relationship with him and not even say anything was making his temper rise to dangerous levels. 

Leaning away from him, you tried to hide the hurt shown on your face, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay...”

“This is why she shouldn’t be dating you. You treat her like shit,” Jungkook’s broke into the conversation. Jimin brought Yuna over to look at some of the posters and you silently thanked him. You really didn’t want her to hear them fight. Again.

Hyuk looked the bunny hybrid in the eyes, “Oh you really don’t know when to shut your mouth bunny.”

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” Jungkook spat at Hyuk, the rest of the boys, excluding Yoongi, tried to calm him down. Yoongi was just staring at you intensely.

“Hyuk, you need to calm down,” your voice was soft, trying to calm the agitated man.

He ripped his arm out of your grasp and shifted his glare to you, “Do you not hear what they are saying right now Y/n? Are you really that fucking dumb?” When all you could do was stare at him, he grew unnerved and raised his hand. You flinched, expecting to feel the sting, but was met with growling instead. There, stood in front of you, with Hyuk’s wrist in his own hand, was Yoongi. Your heart skipped a beat. Yoongi. He stopped Hyuk from hitting you.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on her or I’ll fucking break both of your hands,” Yoongi’s words were low, a threatening growl in the back of his throat. Your boyfriend went to raise his other hand, but was stopped by Hoseok grabbing it.

You walked around both Yoongi and Hoseok, voice quiet and a slight tremble to it, “I think it’d be best if we left. Thank you for allowing us backstage to hang out and thank you for buying Yuna things. I greatly appreciate it.” Finishing your words, you bowed low and called Yuna over.

“Wait, Y/n, can we at least get your phone number? We want to hang out some more...” Jimin trailed off as he saw the look Hyuk was giving him. Saying yes meant you would disappoint your boyfriend...but saying no meant you’d be hurting seven people. And you know what they say, majority always wins.

Glancing between both boys, you made up your mind, “Of course you can Jimin-ssi.” Hyuk’s head snapped towards you, but you ignored it. It wasn’t technically your fault. He was the one who got in a fight with them. Not you. Plus, you felt this certain pull making you want to get to know them even more.

Grabbing Jimin’s phone, you typed in your number then handed it back to him. A few seconds later and your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You thought better and decided to take a look at it when Hyuk was asleep. Bidding them goodbye, you left behind Hyuk with Yuna’s hand in your own. She happily skipped next to you, her purchases in her unoccupied hand.

The ride back to your apartment was silent and tense. You had tried to make conversation with Hyuk, but he just tightened his grip on the wheel, knuckles turning white. Taking the hint, you stayed silent and looked out the window. Your phone kept buzzing, so you pulled it out to see several messages from new numbers.

+820245674823: Hey Y/n-ah! It’s Jimin! ^^

+820257609483: This is Hobi!

+820284763947: Hello, Y/n, it’s Namjoon (:

+820248576930: Jungkookie is here!

+820274539274: Hello worldwide beautiful (;

+820247593294: Y/n!!! It’s Tae ((::

+820284639292: Yoongi...

You smiled and saved their numbers in your contacts, frowning when you saw Yoongi’s message. You could sense he still felt guilty towards what had happened and it made you sad. Opening a new chat, you typed out a message just to Yoongi.

You: Hey Yoongi-ssi, I wanted to tell you that what happened today isn’t a big deal. I forgive you and hope we can be friends in the future! ^.^

Remembering you left the others on read, you quickly answered them.

You: Hey guys! It’s Y/n ;;

Jiminie: Y/n!

Namjoonie: (:

Kookie: Do you play any games?

Hobi Hobi~: Hi cutie!

TaeTae: If you do let’s get together and play!!

Hearing Hyuk scoff, you quickly answered Taehyung and Jungkook. Afterwards you silenced your phone and put it away. As soon as you got home, you picked up a sleeping Yuna and brought her into your guest room. You placed her on the bed, tucking her in, and giving her a light kiss to the forehead. Back in the living room you saw Hyuk sitting there on the couch.

When he saw you come in, he stood up and crossed his arms, “So. Let’s have a talk, shall we?” You gulped and slowly sat down, him joining you although a distance was between you.

“What do you want to talk about?” you quietly spoke, afraid talking too loud would anger him even more and wake Yuna up. As much as you didn’t want to talk about today, you knew you had to. Especially if you didn’t want Hyuk to break up with you. You had spent so much time with him and you did truly love him.

He scoffed and gave you a burning gaze, “Oh I don’t know maybe about how you stayed silent when they were shit talking our relationship?” When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “Or do you wanna talk about how you apparently almost kissed one of them? Hmm?”

“I didn’t mean to. We were just staring at each other and next thing I knew we were both leaning in...” trailing off towards the end, you gazed at the coffee table suddenly imagining what it would have felt like to actually feel Jimin’s lips on your own...

“Damn it Y/n! Stop daydreaming about them!” Hyuk’s loud voice made you jump, not even realizing you had stopped listening to him.

You looked down at your clasped hands, “I don’t get why you’re so mad..”

“Are-Are you fucking serious? Tell me you’re joking,” he was getting louder and louder the more the conversation dragged on. You could tell he was fuming and you really did want to calm him down, but sometimes you just didn’t know what to say. And right now was one of them as all you could get out was a small ‘uhh..’

He stood up abruptly and started pacing, “I swear to God you’re so fucking dumb sometimes! They were blatantly telling us we don’t belong together! And all you did was stand there and act like they weren’t being complete assholes!” He was almost yelling at this point. It was when you were once again not paying him any attention that he finally did yell, “Again! You’re not listening to me again!”

“I’m sorry...” you said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear you. You hated when anyone so much as raised their voice at you, so hearing him yell at you made you extra quiet and cautious. 

He slammed his hand down on your coffee table, causing you to jump. Tears started welling up in your eyes as you thought back to when he was going to hit you. Was he going to try again? And if he did what were you going to do? No one was here to stop him. Sure, he had yelled at you and verbally abused you when he was really fired up, but never has he tried to physically hurt you. Maybe it was best if you never talked to the members of BTS if it meant he wouldn’t hit you… 

“Hyuk,” your voice rang louder and steadier than you anticipated, but it had gained his attention. “I’m sorry for everything that happened tonight. I promise I won’t talk to them at all,” you continued as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket. You blamed it on the guilt you were feeling, but you knew you were in fact just scared of what he could possibly do. Pulling up the groupchat, you typed out two simple sentences. 

Y/n: I’m sorry, but I think it’d be best if we forgot we ever met. Please, never contact me again.

Hyuk sighed as he sat down beside you, “Thank you. That’s all I wanted baby. You’re doing the right thing. Now, let’s go to bed. Okay?” He kissed your head and walked off to your bedroom, with you trailing slowly behind. If you were doing the right thing, why did your heart hurt so much?

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discord II text Jaycee & Aaron

Discord thread featuring: Aaron and @jayceelynd

Mentions: @romanbeckett @wtf-eden @alison-haynes @davieslandon

Where: Aaron is at his house and Jaycee is roaming the streets

When: evening of June 6th, evening of June 8th, morning of June 9th

Description: Aaron apologizes to Jaycee, Jaycee yells at him, then texts him a day later 

Trigger Warnings: angst, brief mention of past sexual assault

6/6/2020:

Aaron:

Hey

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I’m so sorry

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I never meant for this to happen and I especially never meant to hurt you(edited)

Jaycee:

Leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you. You of all people Aaron. Of all fucking people!

Aaron:

I know I’ll probably never be able to make it up to you and I promise you NOTHING is going to happen

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I understand you don’t want to talk to me. But whenever you’re ready to let me have it go for it

Jaycee:

I honestly don’t think there’s more to say, Aaron.

After everything.. I just.. No, I can’t.

Aaron.

I know

You’re so important to me and we’ve been through a lot.

And I really fucked it up

Jaycee:

Just not important enough to walk away when you realized you’re falling for my boyfriend, right?

You didn’t care then, and how can I believe you do now?

Aaron:

I did walk away

At least

I tried to

You don’t have to believe me now. Or ever. You don’t owe me anything but I just need you to know I am so fucking sorry

Jaycee:

I guess in the end I’m the one that looks stupid. Sitting here happy and in love, while my best friend and boyfriend fall for one another. Just great. I was finally happy, Aaron. And you tried to take that from me.

Aaron:

No one thinks you’re stupid

I promise I didn’t try to do this, this wasn’t what I wanted

Jaycee:

Oh, I’m sure they do. I know I feel stupid.

Yeah but these are just words at the end of the day, aren’t they. What holds truth and what doesn’t.

Aaron:

What can I do?

Jaycee:

The thoughts that have curated because of this. I want to be numb, I don’t want to breathe. How am I supposed to be okay? The idea of losing him, literally breaks me. How am I supposed to know he really wants to stay and doesn’t feel trapped. HOW!?

There’s nothing you can do, I don’t want anything from you.

Aaron:

I’m sorry I caused this

Jaycee:

Me too

Aaron:

I will always be here for you

Jaycee:

That’s the hard part. Is I know you will be.

Does your girlfriend know all of this!?

Aaron:

No she doesn’t

Jaycee:

Why?

Aaron:

I just haven’t gotten to it yet

Jaycee:

Wait.. Did this happen before or after you got with her.

Aaron:

After...

Jaycee:

Why be with her if you feel or felt this way.

With the intentions of getting him? With hope you two would run off together? Or was it just to get it off your chest before you went forward with Eden?

Aaron:

wait jaycee I never intended on “getting” Roman or running off with him or anyway

It was just something I needed to get off my chest

It was killing me

Jaycee:

How can I believe that, that wasn't your intentions though..

Do you know how desperately I want to believe that?

Aaron:

It really wasn’t

I knew then and I know now that it’s not going to happen

Jaycee:

I wish I knew it wouldn't. My head is telling me otherwise..

Aaron:

I care about you too much

And Landon

Jaycee:

You have really hurt me

Aaron:

I know

I will never forgive myself

But I’m trying to be more honest

I’ve spent my whole life keeping things in and it always ended in some self destructive breakdown.

Jaycee:

I've been telling you forever to be more honest.. And I'm proud of you for doing that. I just.. Aaron..

Aaron:

You have, Ali has, all the people I care about have....I don’t expect your forgiveness anytime soon or at all even...although my heart breaks at the fact of not having you as a friend

Jaycee:

And my niece.. That's another factor that kills me. What if I can't forgive the one person I trusted since I was 14 years old. But nowI have to deal with the breaking poor Destiny's heart. I love that little girl as if she was my own. I just need time, Right now if we were face to face I don't trust I won't wanna hit you or scream. I'm trying not to act like that anymore.(edited)

Aaron:

You can see Des whenever you want

I’d never keep you from her

I understand

Jaycee06/06/2020

I know you wouldn’t.

And the hardest part who do I cry to over this?

Aaron:

I know

6/8/2020

Jaycee:

I’m sorry I got so rude with you. I realize I am dramatic. But I’m really trying to work on forgiving you. I really miss my friend and could use my friend. But how can I talk to you about my problems, especially with my relationship without worrying. Like I told Roman I’m all about action right now.

Aaron:

Jayc

I miss you

I will show you that you can trust me. I promise. You don’t have to talk to me about Roman if you don’t want to but you can if you want and I’ll listen. I’m moving on.

Jaycee:

I just want my friend back..

Aaron:

I want my friend back too

So bad

Jaycee:

I’m walking around town and I’m a mess. I just can’t stop crying. I hate crying, it’s embarrassing.

Aaron:

It’s late. You should go home

It’s not safe

Jaycee:

I have pepper spray, and know self defense.

I may be short but I can kick some ass

Aaron:

You really can

Jaycee:

It can’t happen again, so I had to learn to fight.

Aaron:

I understand that

Jaycee:

I have the hiccups

Aaron:

I wish I could make you feel safe

Can you at least text me when you get home?

If you have the hiccups you need to take some deep breathes

Jaycee:

I’m on my way home, I’m side eyeing you cause you told me to go home. 

I think I’m looking for danger..

Aaron:

There’s my friend Jaycee

Jaycee:

I want to watch my favorite Disney movie on my projector but it’s up in the addict and that place scares me.

I kinda want to come over but it’s like late.

Aaron:

You should stop by and watch the movie with Des when she wakes up

Jaycee:

I’d like that. I got her some really cute tutus and ballet slippers. I’m actually jealous of her.

Aaron:

she is going to L O V E them

Come! I’d rather you here than wandering alone. Are you drunk? Lol

Jaycee:

I may be, so what. I’m a woman!!!!

I couldn’t find my Tesla

Aaron:

Good thing bc you shouldn’t have been driving that if you’re drunk. Need my driver to scoop you?

Jaycee:

Hey you know she drives me, auto pilot haha. Yeah these heels hurt.

Aaron:

Send me your location and my driver will get you and bring you home!

Jaycee:

Sends Location

Aaron:

He’s on the way

Stay.

Jaycee

Don’t be so bossy

Aaron

Yes ma’am

Jaycee:

Rude

Aaron: 

*puppy face emoji*

Jaycee:

Thank you, Sir

Aaron: 

*goofy face emoji*

Jaycee:

Haha omg these hiccups

Aaron:

Water and deep breathes lol

Jaycee:

Aaron, I have nothing but my phone and purse. I’m breathing, I am breathing.

Aaron:

Okay is he there yet?

Jaycee:

Yeah, I thought I saw you know who.. I might be losing my mind. Who knows.

Aaron:

do I need to beat him up I’m itching for a fight

Jaycee:

Can I get a few hits

Aaron:

You can have all the hits you want. I’ll hold him down.

Jaycee:

I’m gonna crush his balls

Sorry if that caused pain

Aaron:

Yessss

I wouldn’t feel sorry for him

Jaycee:

Why can’t he leave me alone, though. Like you have my sister and my mom on your side. Enjoy.

Aaron:

Bc he is a sociopath and that’s what sociopaths do

Jaycee:

He has videos, or claims and threats to release them and ruin me. He’d just incriminate himself. I just don’t want anyone I love to see it. I don’t want to be treated differently and I know I will be.

Aaron:

Do you actually believe him though?

But you’re right he would never.

I could always call another one of my lawyer friends for you too if you ever need legal advice on that stuff...if you were ever interested in taking legal action.

Jaycee:

I have proof for myself, but I was a scared teenage girl that thought I was trapped. I mean until I met you.

I’m ready to put his ass behind bars, I just feel he won’t get much done to him.

And then everyone in the world will know

Aaron:

We can do it

6/9/2020

Jaycee:

Hey thank you for the help last night. I passed out and sobered up at my office and then went home.

Aaron:

Of course! You never had to thank me. that's what friends are for

and if you were serious about putting this dick behind bars let me know

Jaycee:

I don’t know if I can handle it

Aaron:

obviously it's up to you. but just for the record i know you can(edited)

tiny but mighty

Jaycee:

It just will regress me I fear.

Aaron:

that's possible. i heard the whole process is super re-traumatizing

i learned that from SVU

Jaycee:

From SVU huh lol

Aaron:

lmao yes

Jaycee:

Dork alert

Lmao

Aaron:

it's a good show!!! the fuck

Jaycee:

Eh, it’s okayyy

Don’t get your feelers hurt now, I’m just picking on you

Aaron: 

*smiley face emoji*

Jayce:

*laughing face emoji*

Aaron:

I looooove uu

[hqkj]

she’s here · kaia

date & location — wed. feb 5, 2020 / vancouver, bc. tl;dr — the apa’s welcome a new family member featuring — @maiimitchell, charlie mitchell, emma brown (charlie’s gf) trigger warning(s) — NONE

KJ: Emma was due any day. A walking piñata and the prize inside? His soon to be best little friend, his daughter. Her ankles were swollen to double the size and that in itself was enough of an indicator, right? Over the last few weeks, KJ and Maia had tried to spend as much time with Emma and Charlie as they could without coming off as overbearing or smothering. It was a thin line to walk but as the days counted down to the official due date, it became harder and harder to contain their excitement. No matter how excited he was, however, the young actor still had to go to work. At the present, that is where he was: sitting on the floor of his trailer, waiting for the next scene to get set up so they could shoot. HIs phone vibrated beside him but, lost in his script, KJ didn’t bother looking up. It stopped. It started again. He ignored it. It stopped. A short pulse. Another short pulse. A third. Annoyed, he grabbed his phone. Two missed calls from Maia. Three texts: EMMA’S WATER BROKE. IT’S HAPPENING. BABY COMING.

Maia: Maia knew how scared Emma was about having this baby. KJ and her had been able to take some worry away when they decided to adopt the little girl growing in her belly but there was little they could do to ease the stress of having push the baby out. Maia did her best to distract the younger brunette, bringing movies over to watch with her and trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Today was the one day she’d planned to stay home and finish getting the babies nursery stocked up. Everything their friends had sent them had been washed or assembled and was ready to be put away. She’d just started filling the dresser with fresh onesies when her phone rang and Charlie told her Emma had gone into labour. In a panic Maia quickly called KJ. Emma wasn’t due until the weekend and she wasn’t even sure KJ could get off work at this point. Rushing her way to the hospital found herself in an empty waiting room, pacing the floor as she waited for any more news from Charlie and Emma. In all the commotion these past few weeks they never had figured out how this part went. Did they go into the delivery room? Did they wait here until a nurse brought them to meet their daughter? These were the things the parenting books hadn't taught her and the lack of clarity had her getting more anxious by the second.

KJ: “She’s coming...she’s coming!” Scrambling to his feet, KJ grabbed the nearest jacket - Archie’s football letterman jacket - and practically leapt from his trailer, taking off towards the parking lot. “I gotta go--” He ran into (literally ran into, collided with) the episode’s director, stammering his excuses, praying that the plan he’d set up with production would stand...even a week earlier than expected. “My -- my daughter’s coming!” Not slowing down an inch, he only heard the faint calls coming from behind him, assuring him he’d still have a job waiting for him upon his return. The car ride there was a blur and soon, the redhead was bolting through the front doors of Vancouver General. He was all but shouting Maia’s name, unsure where to find them. Of all the talks that had been had in the days before Lilah’s arrival, a step-by-step hospital plan hadn’t been one. Had they all gone into a delivery room already? Looking around, KJ found a familiar head of messy brown hair, pacing. “Hey hey, I’m here.” He wrapped his arms around her, catching her body mid motion. “How’s Emma and Char? Where are they? Did they go in? Are we gonna go in? What’s happening?” His mind and heard and body were going a mile a minute. He needed to breathe. After a deep breath in and out, he looked down at his wife. “Our girl is almost here.”

Maia: Maia continued to pace, wearing a hole in the linoleum floors.  Her mind racing as she wondered if KJ would make it, if Lilah would have a safe delivery, if Emma was okay. While Maia had been unusually calm in the weeks leading up to this it seemed she was falling back into her old worrisome ways. Her thoughts were interrupted by  the sound of a familiar voice behind her. The thick accent was unmistakable and much needed. “Kaje,” she exhaled softly, her arms wrapping around him as he pulled her close. “You made it! I wasn’t sure they’d let you leave.” For a minute she just hugged him tightly, letting some of her stress melt away. “I don’t know, they haven’t told me anything. Charlie said the doctor was checking her out to see how dilated she is. I don’t know—- we never talked about that. The nurse said in these sort of situations they can take the baby from one delivery room into another where we can be waiting and see her right away. That way it’s not traumatic for the birth mum and the baby still gets to bond with a parent and be soothed after being born. Is that okay with you? We wouldn’t be in the delivery room but we’d get to see her right away.” She knew how Emma and Charlie felt and was sure the less time they spent with the baby today the better they’d feel. “I can’t believe she’s almost here.”

KJ: “No one was gonna be able to keep me away,” he murmured into her hair, their bodies swaying slightly as they took a moment to embrace one another. “Go in with her. Be with Emma, she’s gonna need someone to help her through this. Things are rocky between the two of them, Charlie not wanting to be in the room when it happens is understandable and Emma not wanting me in there goes without saying. I’ll stay with Char in the other room, hang with him, but I feel like Lilah Love should have at least one of us there when she rips into the world. Hopefully Emma won’t mind.” While there was very little about this entire pregnancy/adoption that fell into the traditional category, KJ was still very much a traditionalist and his not wanting Lilah to be brought into the world without the people she would know as her parents present was simply his parental instincts beginning to kick in. “And then you can bring her to me whenever you get the green light. Would you do that for me, babes? I’d feel a lot less anxious knowing you were in there in case something goes wrong.” They said it all the time, the two of them, that they were a team; where one ended, the other began and this was just another perfect example to that claim. Maia could represent for the both of them and if hers was the very first face Lilah saw, the kid would start her life off right.

Maia: Maia squeezed him a little tighter as he told her no one could keep him away from their daughter. It was crystal clear to her that he was ready to be a father and would stop at nothing to be the best man he could be. Pulling back Maia met his gaze, wanting to make sure he was really okay with her going in and being with their daughter "Are you sure? I didn't want you to be all alone out here." She appreciated him wanting to stay with Charlie, she knew he didn't want to be in the room. He wanted to separate the thought of this baby being his mistake and focus on it being the little niece he's going to love the hell out of. "I'll do it, I'll go support Emma and help bring our little girl into this world. But you better be ready to cry and fall in love when I bring her to you," she smiled up at KJ before pecking his lips." Time moved slower as she made her way down the hall to Emma's room, hugging her brother and whispering "I got this" in his ear. She'd never forget the look of sheer relief on his face as he realized his sister was coming to the rescue yet again. "KJ is in the waiting room waiting for you. He'll buy you some coffee." Charlie gave Emma a kiss and whispered some motivational words before heading off to meet his brother in law. Maia was sure she heard the sigh of relief as he walked out the door. Now it was time for Maia to be Emma's rock and get her through one of the hardest things she'd ever do.

KJ: “I love you and I promise I’ll be a bonafide basketcase the second I see her. It’s the least I can do. Now go. Be your superwoman self and give some of that badass energy to Ems. Pretty sure she’s gonna need it about now.” With that, he watched his wife disappear behind a set of swinging double doors. Next time he saw her, she’d have their daughter in her arms. Talk about a mindbending thought. Did KJ want to bear witness to the birth of his first child? Of course. But right now, Team Apa needed to be in two places at once and this was the only arrangement that made sense. Maia and her freakish memory would just have to retell the entire experience in a few days time when the sheer chaos of Lilah’s arrival calmed down. Jill wasn’t even set to fly in for two more days, not expecting the baby to come early. By the time KJ rejoined Charlie in the waiting room - the Kiwi actor double fisting hot vending machine coffees - he could hear Jill’s voice echoing, radiating from the facetime call happening on Charlie’s phone. Exhaustion waved over him the second he collapsed on the seat beside his brother in law. He remained silent, simply listening to Charlie and Jill speak in hushed but excited tones, making plans for when Mama Mitchell touched down. “And KJ.” His mother-in-law’s voice directed at him caused his attention to focus back. Charlie tipped the phone until he saw himself in the bottom corner. Jill wore a large smile, her eyes glassed with obvious emotion. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

Maia: Maia always said she couldn't love KJ more than she already did, her heart was full beyond capacity because of him. But in moments like this it was like she could feel her heart grow a little bigger just so she could love him some more. "I love you and the next time I see you I'll be bringing you our little girl." Maia beamed up at him before saying her goodbyes and making her way into the maternity ward. At this point Maia saw Emma in an entirely different light. Over the last month Emma had moved from her brothers girlfriend to her babies birth mother to her friend. They girls had spent enough time together lately that she felt honoured to be in the room next to her, talking her through the painful contractions and fears of child birth. It took hours before Emma was finally dilated enough for the nurse to get the doctor. "Just a little while longer, you're almost there. I can see the baby start to crown so I'm going to page the doctor, okay?" The words coming out of the nurses mouth felt too surreal. Before the doctor could arrive Maia typed out a text to KJ. 'It's showtime!' she text him, butterflies spinning around her stomach as she prepared for their whole life to change.  The sweat and tears it took to bring Lilah into the world left Maia feeling a whole new sense of admiration for the mothers of the world. "Is she okay? Did I do okay? Maia--- is your little girl alright?" Emma asked, breathlessly after passing the after birth. Meanwhile a nurse had moved the baby to the far side of the room to clean her up and clear her lungs and Maia couldn't take her eyes off them. "You did amazing! She's here and she looks perfect. They're just cleaning her up, don't you worry okay? You did. You're okay now. You just breathe and relax!"

KJ: Hours passed. He knew babies sometimes took their sweet time making their grand entrance but this was bordering on ridiculous. He knew Lilah wasn’t biologically his but this whole diva act, making everyone wait on her? That was something he would do. This was something he hoped would eventually stop: his bad habit of constantly searching for things about her that could potentially be attributed to him. It more than likely came from that insecurity he felt deep down in his chest, the one he had tried to convince himself didn’t actually exist, the one that picked at the frays of his heart and reminded him that he wasn’t Lilah’s father and that he never would be. Before he could go too far down this rabbit hole, his phone buzzed with Maia’s update. He hit Charlie on the shoulder and showed his screen, both boys instinctively sitting up a little straighter in their seats. It was such a surreal thought, to think somewhere a few rooms down, Emma was giving birth to the tiny little girl everyone was waiting so eagerly to meet. Him especially. About half an hour later, a nurse came in and escorted them into the maternity ward, guiding them to an unoccupied room that had a rocking chair beside the bed before letting him know Maia and the newborn would join them momentarily. Somewhere down the hall, a baby cried and don’t ask him how but KJ knew. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, so quiet he wasn’t even sure Charlie had heard him. And just like that, any nasty insecurities he had let himself buy into vanished. He was officially a dad, he had a daughter...there was no other truth. 

Maia: Exhausted, and rightfully so, Emma leaned back against the bed and smiled up at Maia. “We did it,” she sighed. Emma had put a lot of stress on herself these last few weeks. So many people were counting on her to deliver this perfect baby to KJ and Maia and she was so worried she’d fall short. What if the baby was ugly? What if it was born with some sort of a disorder? All these thoughts and more ran through her head right until she saw Maia grinning ear to ear at her and telling her the baby was okay. “You’re going to make a great Mum Maia,” she whispered once more before the nurse told her to rest. The doctors escorted Maia out to stitch Emma up and prep her to head over to recovery. Her only request was that she send Charlie to her room when she saw him. In other room a nurse cleared the baby, telling Maia she was breathing on her own and had a strong heart beat. When she passed the baby over to her she felt herself fall in love all over again. Looking down she laid eyes on her daughter in her arms for the first time. Her bottom lip trembling from being in the cold air outside the womb. “Oh you’re just like Mama, you don’t like the cold either.” Her eyes were filling with happy tears as she rocked the baby and tried to keep her warm. “Your husband is in the maternity room down the hall waiting for the two of you. You can take your time heading over and a nurse will meet you both there in about a half hour for her first feeding. We’ll show you both how to help her take the bottle.” The nurses soft and sweet voice was appreciated as they tried to help Maia navigate the day her whole life changed.After spending a few minutes just staring at her daughter and memorizing her little face Maia felt it was finally time for her to meet KJ. “C’mon little bug, I think Daddy’s waiting for us.” Maia only got a few steps into the hall when Lilah began to fuss, reminding her that the baby was probably getting hungry. “I know, baby I know. We’ll get you some milk in just a second okay?” She held her to her chest, kissing the soft hair on the top of her head. Rounding the corner she poked her head into the room, her face lighting up when she saw KJ. “Look who I found Little bug.” Lowering her back down to cradle in her arms she showed KJ Lilah for the first time. “There’s Daddy!” She smiled so wide it almost hurt as she extended her arms out to offer KJ the baby. Once she’d passed her off her hugged Charlie and whispered a thank you in his ear. There was a quick congratulations from him before he went off to find Emma and give them some alone time. “Isn’t she perfect?” she whispered to KJ.

KJ: Soon enough, Maia appeared in the doorway, a tiny pink bundle cradled in her arms. The edges of the blanket peaked high enough that, from his vantage point, he couldn’t see her face until Maia was beside him. But once she was there, once his gaze found Lilah’s little face, his normally steady breathing hitched. Her tiny nose, her tiny closed eyes, her tiny mouth forming a tiny O as she cried. And then Maia was extending her arms, offering him his first opportunity to hold his daughter. “Are you sure?” He whispered, suddenly second guessing everything he knew about childcare. Taking a deep breath, he took Lilah in his arms, mimicking the pose he’d seen Maia sporting moments before. The infant squirmed in his arms and all KJ could think was don’t drop her, don’t drop her, don’t drop her. He watched as Maia and Charlie hugged each other and exchanged hushed words, his gaze quickly returning to Lilah who seemed to be calming herself, snuggling into the crook of his arm. She was so small, it was unreal. He could hold her head in one hand and she fit lengthwise on his forearm. Charlie left and Maia returned to his side as he sat on the edge of the bed, allowing his wife to sit in the rocking chair. “She’s beautiful,” he agreed, his eyes welling up as the gravity of reality finally settled upon him. “This is it,” the young man mused, his eyes never leaving Lilah and her perfect face. “Our very first moment as a family of 3.” Only then did he force himself to look away from his daughter and instead at his wife. His smile beamed as he moved to hand her back before he gave into his deep urge to squeeze her way too tight.

Maia: “Mhm, you got this,” she whispered to him. Once she passed over the baby she traced a circle with her palm along his back. Silent words of encouragement that he would be great with their daughter. Seeing KJ hold Lilah and fall as in love with her as Maia was truly made her heart feel so full. She wished she could stop time and hold onto this moment right here for a while longer. “She’s a little fussy. The nurse said she’s going to bring buy a fresh bottle and help us do her first feeding in a few minutes.” Like an allstar dad KJ seemed to have no problem soothing her and getting her to calm down. Pulling out her phone Maia snapped a photo of Lilah snuggling into KJs arms and sent it to the family group chat with the caption, “I think he’s in love!”. As soon as she saw the tears in his eyes she knew she was a goner. She’d be a sobbing mess if he kept this up! “The Apa family are finally all together.” Slipping into the rocking chair she made herself comfortable before KJ passed their daughter back to her. “It’s scary how much I love something so tiny,” she chuckled softly. “Lilah Love, you the best gift your Daddy ever gave me. I’m so thankful for you both!” With misty eyes she bowed her head down and kissed her soft newborn cheeks.

KJ: He heard the snap sound of Maia taking what would go down in history as the first picture he had with his daughter, a sound that made him smile down at Lilah even bigger. He wanted to memorize every single winkle on her face, the shape of her fingernails, the dip of the bridge on her little nose. “Lilah, it’s Dad. Welcome to the family, sweet girl. We’re so glad you’re finally here.” In an afternoon of firsts, her tiny fist gripping his pinky finger perhaps topped them all. Once Lilah was back in Maia’s arms, KJ took his turn to sit back and soak in the scene before him. As adamant as they’d both been about waiting to start their family, he couldn’t deny how right this all looked and felt. Her whispered words to their daughter brought another wave of tears to his brown eyes. Lowering himself, he pressed a kiss atop Maia’s bowed head, one hand resting lightly on Lilah’s, his thumb brushing gentle strokes against the dark brown fuzz of hair she was already sporting. “This might have started off looking like another one of our off-the-cuff decisions but this is exactly--” His words caught in his throat, choking on a quiet sob. “Exactly how our family was supposed to start, wasn’t it? This is how everything was meant to happen.”

Maia: Happening in front of her was the exact moment that KJ was falling head over heals for their daughter. Fortifying the father daughter bond that they’d have for the rest of her life. After growing up without her Dad for the better part of her life she felt so proud and so honoured to have been able to marry a man like KJ and give their kids a father that they really could look up to and count on. “Daddy’s officially out numbered,” she said softly with a little chuckle. In all honesty she could sit there all day happily listening to KJ babble to their daughter. It just made her so happy to sit back and watch them together. Once she had Lilah back in her arms she soothed her until those little eyes fell closed again. It wasn’t love before KJ hovered over her, kissing the top of her head as he nestled in close to his girls. At his comment she nodded slowly. “You were always meant to find us Little Bug,” Maia whispered back to the baby. “You’re the best decision we ever made.” Turning her head she looked at her husband, grinning as she spotted his misty eyes. “I knew you’d be the crier,” she teased him playfully. “I can’t believe we did it. She’s here! She’s here and she’s all ours! This is our life now!” In her arms, wrapped in a pink blanket, was their entire world. The person they would move mountains for and protect at all costs from here on out. “I’m so happy Kaje. This life with you is all I’ve ever dreamed of. Thank you baby.”

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to all the WIPs i’ve loved before

rules: post your favorite parts of 3-5 fics that have been sitting abandoned in your drafts for ages. (for extra shame, throw in when you last worked on each thing.) tag 5 other writers to reflect on their life choices. 

a pen pals au of sorts in which jake and amy share a desk and communicate via post-it notes (last edited: december 2017)

Amy is going to murder her deskmate.

The literal trash heap that greeted her last Monday was one thing, the sticky orange soda stain from last month was another thing, but this – this blatant disregard of property and boundaries and the sanctity of office supplies – is the Last Straw.

Spread out across her entire desk is a good fourth of the Post-it notes from the brand new assorted set she got from her brother Tony. They’re all arranged to look like various Star Wars icons, and a few of them are filled in with marker for apparent color correction. It’s horrifying.

Grumbling, she begins taking apart Post-It Yoda, keeping the salvageable pieces in a stack and throwing out the rest. When she’s cleared her entire table, she grabs her favorite pen and a fresh sheet then writes:

Hi, Please refrain from wasting my Post-its in the future. Thank you. - Det. Amy Santiago

She stares at it for a moment and decides, since this is probably the only passive aggressive note she’s going to write her deskmate, she might as well add:

PS: I would appreciate it if you would leave our desk clean at the end of your weekend shifts.

After checking it over once more, she places it in the center of her desk, ready to be read the following Saturday.

a dianetti cake shop au in which rosa owns and runs a store called arlo’s (last edited: june 2017)

Gina takes a moment to look over some of the cakes on display before clearing her throat and leaning over the counter. “’Scuse me, can you help me get a custom cake order started?”

“Sure.” The baker wipes her hands on a dish towel before grabbing a small notebook and pen from one of her pockets. “What’s the occasion?”

“Some old geezer’s leaving our precinct to enjoy retired life, or something like that.”

“Retirement party? Cool. Tell me about this guy.”

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t know or care about him. I’m just here cause my boss told me to order a cake.”

A smirk forms on the baker’s lips. “Ha. Do you wanna just do a standard cake order then? I usually do the custom cakes for more personalized, special events.”

“That’s probably smart. Which one of your standard cakes say: ‘Congrats on being old and rich enough to never work another day in your life, but sorry you’re almost dead’?”

She snickers. “I don’t know about that first part, but how ‘bout an angel food cake as a ‘hope you go to heaven when you die’ sort of thing?”

Gina grins and fishes through her purse for her wallet. “Oh, you should know my expectations on this cake are out of this world high. I’m only here because Yelp told me you’re the Beyonce of baking.” (Actually, she’s here because at least three reviews claimed the baker-slash-owner was “terrifying” and “gorgeous.” – They were right, on both accounts.)

a sequel to i could listen to you all day // the “after ever after” story in which jake and amy navigate their first year together as soulmates (last edited: march 2017)

Jake’s phone buzzed on his desk, breaking him out of his happy daydream. He picked it up and opened a new message from Gina.

“god, quit making heart eyes at the new girl!! your conscience would be v disappointed, kiddo.”

Gina, who had been watching him like a hawk from her desk, expected him to get all flustered and to text or yell back something overly defensive. She raised a single eyebrow when his face instead broke into a goofy grin and he straight up giggled.

Across from him, Amy looked up from her case files. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head and mumbled something about memes and the internet.

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled up into a smile. After he redirected his attention to his computer screen, her expression morphed into the same openly adoring look he had on his face the entire morning.

And then it all clicked.

If Gina had stopped to think about it, she would have recognized the new disappointment she felt in both herself (for taking this long to put two and two together) and her childhood best friend (for not keeping her in the loop). As she had not stopped to process anything, she instead yelled across the bullpen: “OH MY GOD. JAKE AND AMY ARE SOULMATES!”

All work stopped, and everyone fell silent. For a good minute, all that could be heard was the faint snoring from Captain McGintley’s office.

“Gina,” Rosa half-snarled, half-whispered. “You can’t just say that.”

“Oops, my b. Y’all know I have no conscience now so…” She giggled, winked at the leather-clad detective, and went back to her game of Kwazy Cupcakes.

Jake let out an awkward laugh. “Well, uh, that was -”

Out of nowhere, Charles appeared right in front of their desks. “Is it true, Jakey? Was Amy the voice in your head all this time?”

“I -” He glanced at Amy for help.

She bit her lip and shrugged.

This wasn’t at all how he envisioned making the announcement, but there was no use denying it. Still looking straight at her, his face softened into a smile. “Yeah… We’re soulmates.”

Charles squealed loudly. “You said the S word! Does that mean it’s official?” He gasped. “Have you said ‘I love you’? Have you met each other’s parents? When’s the wedding? What are you naming your first child?”

pretty much a crack fic inspired by the media’s post-olympics obsession with tessa and scott // my spin on a vm au bc i still refuse to write jake and amy as ice dancers (last edited: may 2018)

Like many of the other bizarre situations he’s found himself in, this all started with Gina. Over the last year or so, she’d been posting random photos and videos of all of them at the precinct. (“I’m devoting my energy to my new project, Ginazon,” she’d declared to the entire bullpen. “It’s a one-stop online portal for my legions of followers. I’m just giving the people what they want!”) Given that this was Gina of all people, Jake wasn’t at all surprised to find out that each post garnered hundreds of likes, but he’d never bothered to venture into the comments section. He’d never known about the apparent niche following that had formed, the group of fans – for lack of a better word – waiting with bated breath for him and Amy to get together.

Charles had only spurred them on, what with all the various Easter eggs on his culinary blog. (“This place has everything,” he’d written once. “My co-workers Jake and Amy even gave it their stamp of approval after they’d shared a quick lunch there before a long stakeout. Make sure to ask for the winter salsa; it’s wonderful!”) He’d sworn that none of it was intentional and that he would never do anything to sell them out, but everything he’d written had still been catalogued and analyzed by the pseudo-experts of the fandom. At this point, Jake’s main regret is not reading Charles’ weekly email blasts.

Their downfall – or rise to viral glory – came when someone from the so-called G-Hive happened to be in just the right place at just the right time, catching their (second) completely-platonic, spur-of-the-moment, done-in-the-name-of-justice kiss on camera. By the next morning, “Undercover Cops Lock Lips Before Locking Up Wanted Criminal” had been viewed on YouTube over a million times.

With everything about the entire situation already being so weird, they’d decided to just ignore their newfound fame in the same way they’d pretended the kisses never happened. (“We’re a great team. We work great together. Nothing should mess that up,” he’d said, repeating nearly his exact words from the night before.)

Evidently, there was no escaping this though. A formal press conference was set up, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary for cases that caught the general public’s attention, except they’d ended up having to say more about their dating lives than the investigation or arrest. He can still feel his heart lurching in his chest at the first relationship-related question, still hear Amy loudly stammering out some vague answer about being “very professional.”

a smutty soulmate au in which jake and amy unknowingly share dreams every now and then (last edited: november 2017)

At this moment in time, Amy Santiago is undeniably, incomparably, drop dead gorgeous.

More specifically: she’s in the hot red dress Kylie convinced her to buy on their last post-trivia night celebratory shopping spree; she’s wearing a matching killer shade of lipstick picked out by her fashion-forward, shockingly sexual 13-year-old niece; and she’s got her hair swept into that one elegant yet fun side ponytail that caught her eye in a magazine a few weeks back.

Normally, she’d be proud of herself for managing to pull off such a look, except–

It’s been a good several hours since she tossed her dress into the hamper, wiped the makeup off her face, and tugged the elastic tie from her hair. She’d buried her head into her pillow and wheeze-cried herself to sleep shortly after changing into her pajamas, so overwhelmed with shame and disappointment over the night’s party-gone-wrong.

The thick haze shrouding her current surroundings tells her she’s in another one of her soulmate’s dreams, which helps a tiny bit in explaining her current appearance but really opens up more questions than answers.

tagging: @santiagoswagger​ @three-drink-amy​ @do-me-decimalsystem​ @arnie-santiago​ @sergeant-santiago

for the record, this was inspired by @disruptedvice​ and @elsaclack​’s responses [x,x] to the writing meme!! i thought it was super clever of them to feature little snippets from various works and felt this would be a good way to give unfinished/abandoned fics some love! 

[thelastspeecher]

So yesterday I wrote two Lute-oriented things in the Reverse Portal Stanley McGucket AU.  Here’s the more angsty one of the two, without a title bc I couldn’t think of one.  Enjoy the angst.

              Lute wasn’t expecting a phone call from Ford.

              He’d tucked in his nieces and nephew for the night, lying through his teeth when they asked for reassurance, offering empty platitudes that tasted bitter on his tongue.

              We won’t be able to keep things a secret fer much longer.  He closed the door to the room the children were sleeping and made his way to the kitchen for a much-needed drink.  Every day that we don’t hear from Stan, they get more suspicious.  He looked at the phone on the counter next to the liquor cabinet, willing it to ring. It stayed silent.  Dammit, Stanley, please just let us know yer all right.  And Fidds is all right.  And Stanford.  Lute shook his head and opened the liquor cabinet.  The phone rang.  He snatched the phone off the hook.

              “Hello, McGucket residence, this is Lute speakin’,” he said into the receiver, speaking so fast his words tripped over themselves.

              “Lute…I…”  Lute recognized the voice.

              “Stanford?” he asked cautiously.

              “Yes.  It’s me, I-” Ford was breathing heavily, like he had just done physical exercise.  

              Or finished cryin’ or screamin’. Lute’s heart sank.

              “What happened?” he asked.

              “I- it’s-”

              “If ya can’t answer that, put Stan on the phone, okay?  It’s been ages since we heard from y’all and we’re gettin’ worried.”

              “I can’t.”

              “Can’t what?”

              “Put Stan on the phone.”

              “Why not?”

              “He- he’s gone.”

              “He’s gone?” Lute yelped.  “What does that mean?”

              “It means he’s gone.  He’s not- he’s not here.”

              “Then where is he?”

              “I- I don’t-”

              “Stanford, what happened?” Lute hissed.  Ford let out a sob.  Lute’s chest tightened.

              I’ve never heard him cry before.

              “It’s a long story,” Ford said, seemingly gathering himself enough to speak. “I can’t tell it over the phone.”

              “Well, yer goin’ to have to, ‘cause-”

              “I need you to come here,” Ford interrupted.  Lute’s eyes narrowed.

              “I ain’t goin’ anywhere until I get more information.”

              “I told you, I can’t tell you over the phone.  I need to tell you in person.  Please, just come here.”

              “And I told you.  I need more information ‘fore I go bail you out of whatever trouble you got yourself into.”

              “Look,” Ford said desperately.  “I know we aren’t close.  And your decidedly mixed opinion of me is going to get much worse when I tell you what I’ve done and what happened to Stan.  But don’t think of it as coming for me.  Think of it as coming for your sister.  Fiddleford is still- I don’t know where he is.  Stan is- is gone.  Angie’s all alone in Gravity Falls.  She deserves to see a friendly face when she wakes up.”

              “…Fine,” Lute whispered.  “I’ll do it fer Angie.  But the second I get there, you best tell me what happened to Stan, or so help me-”

              “Yes, I’ll- I’ll explain everything.”

              “Good.  I’ll get there as soon as I can.”  Lute hung up. He stared at the phone for a moment before someone spoke behind him.

              “Lute, I heard ya shout, is somethin’ wrong?”  Lute spun around.  His parents stood in the kitchen, looking concerned.  Lute ran a hand through his hair.

              “I- I ain’t quite sure.  That was Stanford.  He wanted me to come to Gravity Falls.”

              “Stan got through to him, then?” Pa McGucket asked.

              “I don’t rightly know.  He didn’t say.”

              “You asked about Stan, right?” Ma McGucket said.  Lute nodded.  “And?”

              “He wouldn’t elaborate.  But I think somethin’ bad happened.  Somethin’ real bad.”  Ma and Pa McGucket exchanged a worried look.

              “Go pack yourself a bag,” Ma McGucket said softly.  “We’ll find ya a plane ticket so’s ya can get there faster.”

              “Thanks, Ma.”  Lute kissed his mother on the cheek.  “When I leave, don’t tell the kidlets where I am.  I don’t want to raise their hopes.”

              “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of ‘em,” Pa McGucket said.  “Find out what’s goin’ on.”  Lute nodded firmly.

              “I’ll do that.”

----- 

              “I don’t understand anything that’s goin’ on,” Lute croaked, staring at the machine in Ford’s basement.  He rubbed his eyes.  “What- how-”

              “It’s an interdimensional portal,” Ford said.  When Lute had arrived less than an hour ago, he’d found the front door unlocked and Ford passed out on the stairs, visibly disheveled. But immediately after waking up, Ford had insisted on taking Lute to the basement, and Lute had reluctantly followed.

              Not my brightest moment.

              “An interdimensional portal,” Lute repeated.  Ford nodded.  His eyes were bloodshot, his face unshaven.  It was difficult to take anything Ford said at face value at the moment. “And Stan went through it.”

              “Yes.”

              “So he’s in a dif’rent dimension.”

              “Yes.”

              “And Fiddleford went partially through it, and that’s why he ran off?”

              “Yes.”

              “Good Lord.”  Lute groaned. “I don’t know how much of this I can believe, Stanford.”

              “When we find Fiddleford, he’ll verify what I’m saying,” Ford said.  Lute sighed.

              “Okay, fine.  If he backs ya up, I’ll believe ya.  But he’s missing.”

              “…Yes.  He is. We need to find him.”  Ford looked down at the ground.  “I don’t want anyone else to suffer for what I’ve done.”

              “Findin’ him is goin’ to be easier said than done.”

              “I know.”  Ford looked Lute in the eyes.  “But I need to fix things.”

              “I agree.”  Lute glanced at the machine again.  “And since there aren’t exactly a lot of people ‘round to help ya with that, I’ll do it.”

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              Lute paced anxiously at the foot of Angie’s hospital bed.  Fiddleford was dozing fitfully in the chair by her bed.

              Got to figure out what we’ll be tellin’ the fam’ly.  Lute chewed on his lip.  Got to find a way to phrase it without it soundin’ like Stan left on purpose.  One of the few things Lute and Ford had been able to agree upon was that the rest of the McGucket family wouldn’t be told the truth of where Stan had gone, deciding that it wouldn’t be right to drag them into the weirdness of Gravity Falls. ‘Course, I got dragged into it… There was a small groan from the hospital bed.  Lute’s head whipped around.  Angie was moving.  His mouth went dry.

              “Angie?” he whispered.  Angie opened her eyes.  Lute raced to the door of the hospital room and flung it open.  “Could I get a doctor or nurse in here?” he called.  “My sister’s wakin’ up!”  He turned around to face Angie.  She was staring up at the ceiling blankly.  Lute shook Fiddleford’s shoulder.  Fiddleford awoke with a snort.

              “What?” Fiddleford asked irritably.  Lute nodded at the hospital bed.

              “She’s up.”

              “She’s- oh goodness!”  Fiddleford jumped up from his chair and rushed to Angie’s side.  He took a hold of her hand.  “Banjey?”

              “…Fidds?” Angie asked quietly.  “Where- what-”

              “Try to stay calm,” Fiddleford said soothingly.  “Yer in the hospital.”

              “Why?”

              “There was an accident.”

              “Accident?”

              “Yes.”  Fiddleford squeezed Angie’s hand.  “But don’t worry, yer daughters are safe.  And Lute’s here.”

              “Lute?” Angie asked, confused.  Lute joined Fiddleford at their sister’s bedside.  “What are ya doin’ here?”

              “Stanford called me ‘n asked me to come,” Lute explained.  Angie’s brow furrowed.

              “Why would he ask ya to do that?”

              “…It’s complicated.”

              “Where’s Stan?”

              “He’s…”  Lute trailed off, uncertain of what to say.

              “He’s not here right now, but don’t worry,” Fiddleford interjected. Angie frowned at him.

              “That’s the second time you’ve told me not to worry.  What’s goin’ on?”

              “We’ll explain later, just try to stay calm right now.  Yer in a delicate state, and we’d hate fer ya to lose the baby after all you’ve been through.”  Angie’s eyes widened.

              “The- what baby?”

              “Yer pregnant.”

              “I’m-”

              “The doctors found out when you were brought in after yer fall,” Lute said. Tears welled in Angie’s eyes. “Is- are ya upset?”

              “No, I’m- we wanted another kid.  I’m happy.  I’m assumin’ Stan knows?”

              “Yes.  He does.”

              “Good.”  Angie swallowed.  “And- and Lute, I didn’t fall.  I was pushed.”

              “Pushed?  Whattaya-” A doctor entered the room.

              “Excuse me, I need to take her vitals,” the doctor said, pushing Fiddleford and Lute to the side.

              “But-”

              “We can talk about it later,” Angie said quietly.  “When Stan’s around.”  A tight feeling formed in Lute’s chest.

              “Right,” he said quietly.  “When Stan’s around.”

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              Crying came over the baby monitor.  Lute sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

              Prob’ly Emmett.  He’s the fussiest one.  He got up with a small groan.  The way he screams all the time, ya wouldn’t know he has bad lungs.  He exited the guest room that was rapidly becoming his bedroom and made his way to the nursery.  Footsteps sounded behind him.

              “I can get him,” Angie’s voice said.  Lute turned.  Angie stood in the hallway, her hair in disarray and skin pale as a sheet.  She rubbed her eyes.  “He’s my son, after all.”

              “You need yer sleep,” Lute said gently.  He put a hand on her shoulder.  “Go back to bed.  I’m surprised ya managed to wake up as it is.  The nursery’s pretty far from yer room.  How did ya hear?”  Angie looked away.  Lute sighed. “Hand it over.”

              “…No.”

              “Angie, I know you grabbed another monitor.  Give it to me.”

              “No!”  Angie shook Lute’s hand from her shoulder.

              “Banjolina Quinn McGucket, you need yer sleep.  You can’t get the sleep ya need if ya wake up in the middle of the night all the time.”

              “They’re my sons,” Angie snapped.  “What kind of- what kind of-”  Her eyes welled with tears.  “What kind of mother am I if- if I can’t even take care of ‘em when- when they’re cryin’?”

              “Banjey…”

              “I haven’t been able to do anything lately,” she sobbed.  “I can’t help bring Stan back.  I can’t- I can’t do my research.  I can’t take care of my children.  I’m- I’m useless.”

              “Yer not useless,” Lute said firmly.  Angie shook her head.  “You aren’t.”

              “All right.  If I’m not useless, what can I do?” Angie asked.  Tears still stood in her eyes, but the stubbornness she’d had her whole life shone through in her voice.  “What can I do, Lute?  Tell me.”

              “Get better,” Lute replied.  Angie straightened her back and brushed past Lute into the nursery.  “Angie, don’t-”

              “C’mere, honey,” Angie said quietly, taking Emmett from his crib. His crying died down.  “You just wanted yer ma, huh?  Don’t worry, I’m here.  Yer ma is here.”  Emmett began to cough loudly.  “What is it, baby?”  Emmett’s coughing grew more ragged.  “Emmett-”

              “He’s having an asthma attack, Banjey,” Lute said.  Angie stared at him.  “Please, give him to me, I’ll give him his medicine.”

              “I- I can give him his medicine.”

              “You’ve never given him his medicine ‘fore, ya don’t know how.  Give him to me ‘fore he gets worse.”

              “But-”

              “There ain’t time fer this,” Lute said roughly.  He grabbed the nebulizer off the shelf baby supplies were kept in and plugged it in.  “He’ll get hurt if he don’t get his medicine.”

              “…Okay.”  Angie handed Emmett over.  She slumped against Emory’s crib, watching silently as Lute placed the nebulizer’s mask over Emmett’s face.  Emmett’s breathing steadied.  Lute removed the mask.

              “He’s goin’ to be fine.”  Lute looked up at Angie.  Tears streamed down her face.  “Here, take yer lil boy.”

              “Why?  It’s better if I don’t.”

              “He needs his ma.”

              “He clearly doesn’t.”  Angie wiped the tears off her cheeks.  “I can’t protect him.”

              “All we have to do is show ya how to use the nebulizer.  It’s easy.”

              “He’s three months old.  I should already know how to use it.”

              “You’ve been busy gettin’ better.”

              “But three months-”

              “You haven’t been gettin’ enough sleep to properly recuperate,” Lute pointed out.  Angie was silent.  “Once ya start sleepin’, you’ll bounce back.  And you can take on more responsibilities, includin’ Emmett’s medicine.”

              “…Maybe.”  Angie looked into Emory’s crib.  She reached into the crib to stroke Emory’s cheek.  “Emory looks so much like Stan.”  She let out a shuddering breath.  “He’s always wanted a son.”

              “They’re good kids.”

              “Yeah.”  Angie bit her lip.  “We can’t teach ‘em how to throw footballs.  Stan ‘ll be sad if he doesn’t get the chance.”

              “I don’t think we know anyone who can throw a football anyways,” Lute said. Angie managed a weak smile.

              “Good point.”

              “Go back to bed.  I’ll handle things from here.”

              “Okay.”  Angie walked over to Lute, kissed Emmett on the forehead, and then exited the nursery. Lute looked at his nephew, surprised.

              “She didn’t try to fight it,” he remarked.  Emmett yawned widely.  “Good point, you need sleep, too.”  Lute carefully put Emmett in his crib, then went back to the shelf to put away the nebulizer. He paused.

              Is this…  He picked up a baby monitor that hadn’t been there before.  This must be the one Angie hid in her room.

              “Thank the Lord,” he whispered.  “She can fin’ly sleep.”  Crying emanated from Emory’s crib.  Upset by his twin’s crying, Emmett also began to fuss.  Lute rubbed his forehead.

              Well, at least one of us ‘ll get some sleep.