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kalims-pessimist-bestie · 1 year

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alright i’m a 22 year old autistic adult that plays twst to heal from my traumatic teen years so

🍃💨 with the twst homies?

this is just for fun. purely self indulgent. this is how i imagine it would be for my yuu, but no pronouns or names are mentioned so do with this info as you please

cw: weed, peer pressure, ace getting punched (he deserves it), cuddling, kissing (aggressively), naps, putting azul in a blender (affectionate), shrooms (guess who…), dealers, a formal apology, epel being a short king, ortho does not smoke, malleus is in love with mc, i punch sebek

tw: trey

Riddle:

-so i don’t think he’s down for this

-actually i think he’d collar me for even asking

-but if he was a little lax with it, i think i’d constantly peer pressure him into trying it (im a menace)

Trey:

-i don’t think he’d smoke, but i think he’d be a good sitter

-also he’s a baker so imagine the edibles 🤤

-i bet he knows how to get the smell out of your clothes

-he’d make sure you’re eating and drinking and staying alive. wraps you in blankets and makes sure you’re happy (i hate trey)

Cater:

-i know he’s smokin

-imagine the high selfies you could take with him

-giggling all night about videos on magicam and taking online quizzes. maybe even get a little cuddly (even just platonically, at least i imagine it could be)

-i’d also gladly cuddle with him romantically too js

Ace:

-it was his idea

-he’s definitely the kinda stoner that gets really close and you’re basically making out by the time the night ends (as long as your chill with it)

-he’s also a huge asshole the whole time and might make you cry

-just punch him if you want him to stop anything

Deuce:

-so i think he’d be totally against it at first, calling ace reckless and stupid

-but with a little bit of loving peer pressure, he’s smoking with y’all

-he prolly used to smoke in his delinquent days

-i think the night would end with really snuggly cuddles if you let him

Leona:

-he’s 20 and in high school. this dude DEFINITELY smokes

-but usually just to go to sleep

-but those would be the best naps you’ve ever had

-i could imagine him lazily flinging himself into your arms, telling you to pet his ears

-yall cannot stay awake it’s too hard

Ruggie:

-he wont buy it but if it’s offered for free he’s all in

-gets the munchies and might share with you

-also enjoys ear scritches and lazy naps, but usually wants to go out and do things (the zoomies)

-i could imagine a lot of late night walks. i think he’d also enjoy stargazing

Jack:

-sorry, jack stans. you know his moral compass is to strong to do that

-plus, he’d mention how it’s bad for your lungs and can effect athletic performance

-he’d also want you to stop, but wouldn’t necessarily be a bitch about it

-he’ll be a sitter every once in a while, but not willingly

Azul:

-i really don’t think he’d be down, but if he was…

-i would have so much fun being a mean sitter. azul is one of my favorites so naturally i kinda wanna put him in a blender

-i also (highly) headcanon that he’d ramble on about his thoughts on jamil his classmates

-jade is supervising him

Jade:

-OH COME ON HES SKIPPED WEED AND JUMPED STRAIGHT TO SHROOMS

-like you’re just trying to relax with a joint and he’s vibrating in the corner telling you about the cool patterns on the wall (it’s a blank wall)

-but if he did smoke with you, you wouldn’t be able to tell. he’s just thinking more, and honestly that should scare you

-he needs a hug

Floyd:

-it was all his idea, and he actually peer pressured you into it

-i think you’d end up dancing to the twst version of kesha

-it would be chaos and crazy but it would be so much fun

-unless you need quiet in which case you shouldn’t have caved when he was peer pressuring you

Kalim:

-i don’t think he’s smoked but he’s been offered a million times at parties

-and he usually tries to say yes cuz “why not” and then jamil intercepts and scolds him because he’s the head of the asim family and all that jazz

-but maybe it would be okay if it were in a controlled environment with jamil supervising

-i think he’d get a case of the rockies and spit out every random thought he has (i’m projecting). he also gets the munchies

-i think he’d be another cuddly one, he’d fall asleep being the little spoon

Jamil:

-this mf smokes daily. it’s the only explanation about how he gets through his day

-his overblot could’ve been prevented if he had a blunt (his dealer went home for the holidays)

-if he ever has a day off and gets to smoke with you, oh gosh would it be a chill sesh

-he’d make food and y’all would just have deep talk for hours before falling asleep on the same couch or something

Vil:

-absolutely not

-some bs about how it ages you and makes lines on your face

-and you know he’s scolding everyone that uses it

-sorry not sorry vil fans, i just know he wouldn’t smoke with us :(

-uses cbd and hemp products tho

Rook:

look, this is my formal apology for not writing about rook. i kept trying to figure out if he would or not, but every scenario came out so aggressively wild and outta pocket that i don’t feel comfortable writing this portion.

im sorry but rook is just too weird for me to understand.

Epel:

-gets caught by vil every weekend for smoking

-no matter where he hides or where he goes, vil finds him (he has rook, duh)

-little man just wants to smoke and feel some sweet relief before facing vil again, but he can’t catch a break

-and he doesn’t have a dealer at home so he’s basically SOL

- but if he was successful, he’d be just the suavest mf in the whole school. what he lacks in height, he makes up for with a bold smoothness that makes him seem taller (the logic checks out trust me)

-he would just be a flirty little dude all night

Idia:

-he reminds me of my ex bf so i think he’d be a hardcore stoner

-prolly collects (or makes?) bongs

-i’m just projecting my ex onto idia it’s why i can’t simp for him easily

Ortho:

-he’s a robot and a child

-but i think he had a setting somewhere like a cart dock

-so idia could just use ortho as his dab pen

-but that’s more of a joke than anything (is it?)

Malleus:

-for MC, he’d try anything

-he’d prolly (carefully) lay his head in your lap so you could play with hair and caress his face gently

-and he’s prolly full of lovesick ramblings and smiles

-if you don’t wanna be MC tho, yeah sorry he’s not gonna smoke with you. he’d only do that for his one true love

-good try tho :)

Lilia:

-he’s the school dealer

-i mean, he’d be able to get in and out of places without being detected no problem

-if y’all were getting lit together, it would be relatively chill

-a lot of weird lilia stories about his adventures

-he’d prolly also talk about his little diasomnia family 🥹

Silver:

-he tried it but fell asleep

-he was snuggly tho :)

Sebek:

-“A KNIGHT OF MALLEUS DRACONIA SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING MARIJUANA! IT WOULD MAKE ME INEFFICIENT IF THERE WERE TO BE AN EMERGENCY! AND AS AN ACQUAINTANCE OF WAKA-SAMA, YOU SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING BECAUSE YOU’RE MAKING IT APPEAR LIKE SOMEONE WITH HIS HIGH TITLE DOTTLES WITH THE UNRESPECTABLE!”

-i punch him :)

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kaimelia · 3 years

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atticus lincoln x reader pls

unworthy of your love

a/n: hi! first of all, a huge thanks and dedication to a ton of people. this fic would not be possible without all of you!

@wordsxstars @hurricanery @herrera-n-hayes @somegreysfics @dakotasgreenkitchen @oboevallis @thedefinitionofendgame @greys-for-days

disclaimer: this is a joke and I am sorry

"Good morning, y/n," Link whispers beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He smiles, and for a moment, the alarm clock blaring beside you seems irrelevant, because he looks so incredible in the dim light peeking through the blinds.

"We have work," you groan, pulling the pillow from under your head and slapping it against his face. He laughs.

"We could call in sick." You shake your head and stand up, pulling the sheet around your body, and walk toward the dresser.

"We were sick last week and the week before. Not believable anymore." Link groans dramatically and flops back on the bed, and you throw a shirt at him. "Get dressed. You have surgery, and Nico's plenty pissed at me for the last time you were late."

"Do I have to?" He pouts his lip out like a begging child and pulls the shirt over his head. You walk to the closet, pulling out a sweater and pairing it with jeans, buttoning them as Link walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. His lips press against your ear, and you both laugh. "There's no way I can convince you to stay home?"

"Link," you turn around to face him, your hands cupping his face and your thumb lightly rubbing against his cheek. "If we leave now, we can stop for coffee on the way."

"Deal." He drops his hands and grabs yours, tugging you to the doorway. You grab your bag from the couch and chase him down the stairs of the apartment complex and to his car, where he holds the door open. "M'lady," he gestures, grinning as you get inside.

"So chivalrous," you mutter as he rounds the car and hops into the driver's seat, reversing the car and placing his hand over yours on the console, your voices both lightly humming along to the songs on the radio as you pass through the drive-through of the coffee shop, where Link recites your order by heart.

"So, I'll find you at lunch?" His hand lingers in yours for a moment in the hallway, and he's smiling as you both tug away from each other and your arms stretch farther.

"Sure." Link drops your hand and blows a kiss before running down the hallway as he usually does, the people around him staring in some mix of horror and shock as he passes.

"Y/n!" Amelia calls out, dropping Richard's hand and throwing her arms around you. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"You're sure it's not awkward? With Link?"

"Y/n, Link, and I are old history," she shakes her head. "I'm with Richard now, and I'm happier than I've ever been."

"I know, it's just, weird?"

"When have our lives ever been normal?" She waves a quick goodbye to Richard, who smiles at her like you've never seen him smile before. "Besides. Going on double dates always makes things less awkward. Link and Richard can watch whatever sports game is on, and you and I don't have to pretend to be interested in it. It's fantastic."

"Okay, okay. You've convinced me."

"Yay!" Amelia nearly squeals, clapping her hands together. "I'm so excited! I'll see you later!" She runs off, and your pager buzzes.

"Seriously?"

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"Okay, so remind me how you two got together?" Amelia smiles, and the dimple on her cheek catches a shadow from the light above.

"We go to A.A. meetings together, and we would talk after, and one day Richard asked me to get coffee," she interlocks their hands, twirling their fingers around, "and that's where it started."

"Turns out we have a lot more in common than we thought," Richard added, quickly leaning over and kissing Amelia's head. "Sometimes, you just need to forget about whatever the world thinks is right."

"I think it's beautiful," Link grins and raises his eyebrows. "I'm glad we could all find the one we're meant to be with." He places his hand on your back, his thumb lightly rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern. "And, we can all be friends through it."

"Sometimes love comes from where you least expect it," Amelia whispers, looking up at Richard and her eyes glimmering with the reflection of the restaurant lights above them. "I mean, y/n, you and Link barely knew each other before this past year."

"Yeah, well, I didn't work at the hospital before this year," you laugh softly, and Link smiles at you.

"Top of her intern class, what can I say? Caught my attention."

"Although, you need to keep your distance because otherwise, everyone's gonna think I'm all for ortho."

"That wouldn't be the worst thing, getting to spend all day with each other, would it?" You shrug and playfully shove his arm away.

"Hey, I'm neuro, and we barely get to work with each other, but I think it's for the best. It makes coming home to each other so much better each evening. Plus, there's no messy work interaction."

"Yeah, well, I'm interested in trauma," you mutter, stirring the straw in your water around. "So, I think we'll see each other a lot."

"You know, when I was an intern," Richard leaned forward, "we weren't allowed to pick a specialty in our first year."

"Yeah, well, things have changed since the 1600s," you shrug, and Amelia bats her hand out towards you.

"Rude."

"I'm not that old," Richard holds his hands up in defense.

"You're old enough to be my Dad," you mutter.

"And mine," Link adds, shrugging. Amelia narrows her gaze at him. "What? It's true!"

"And if you were a teen Dad," she points at Link, "you could be her Dad." She moves her finger to you. "You could call him Daddy."

"Please stop," Link shakes in disgust, and his hand drops away from your back. "New topic. Find your new neuro prodigy yet?"

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"Here, take my coat," Richard speaks quietly, dropping his jacket around his girlfriend's shoulders. She smiles as it hangs over her figure.

"Thank you," she whispers, and their fingers intertwine as the group walks down the sidewalk, Link's hand in yours. "So, y/n, how are you not dead from the intern workload?"

"It helps when you've got an attending who likes you and is nicer on you," you smile and shove Link lightly. "No, but in all honestly, Link helps me study, he helps me with patients, I have no idea what I'd do without him." You can see Link beaming proudly out of the corner of your eye, and he drops your hand to wrap his arm around your waist.

"We've just gotta get Owen to like you so you can stick here for a fellowship," he raises his eyebrows at you.

"I've got plenty of time until then, babe; I'm sure we'll figure it out when the time comes. Besides, who knows if you'll even still be at Grey-Sloan?" He shrugs.

"You never know," Amelia interjects. "Richard been there for how long, exactly?"

"The number doesn't matter. But, my whole life."

"I think the number does matter," you mutter under your breath, and Link squeezes your waist gently.

"Well, this is where we leave you," Link turned to the street beside them. "We should do this again sometime." You smile and lean your head against his shoulder, waving goodbye to Amelia and Richard as they walk away and speak drawn-out goodbyes.

"Well," you sigh, "that wasn't nearly as awkward as I expected."

"Dinner with three of your bosses, one of whom you're dating, another who is your boyfriend's ex, and the last, who is his ex's new boyfriend, but also old enough to be our Dad? Why would that be awkward?" You chuckle, and Link grins. He wraps his arm around your waist tighter and guides you down the street. "But seriously, I'm glad you're getting along with everyone at the hospital."

"Certainly get along with you." He pulls his keys from his pocket.

"You know, I was thinking."

"I do that sometimes."

"Move in with me." You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Link, don't you think it's a bit soon? Plus, is it really the best idea for me to move in with my boss?"

"Y/n," he turns to you, his hands on your waist. "It's not too soon if it's the one thing that feels right."

"Okay," you whisper, feeling your back press against the wall of the staircase. "I'll move in with you." He beams widely and grabs your hands, pulling you up the stairs and into his apartment. No, not his apartment, your apartment. You smile as he pulls out a bottle of champagne, not even bothering to ask why he had it, and pulls out two flutes, clinking your glasses together and celebrating the new start to your life together.

THIS IS A JOKE IM SORRY DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

#this is a joke #please don't block me #but also its 1475 words of a joke #richard x amelia background #daddy webber #daddywebbersgirlypops tag #my fics

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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YES IT STARTED VERY WILD WITH THE KIDNAPING AND ALL (๑•̀д•́๑)

That's exactly my reaction when Idia kidnap our lovely cat and fellow overblot mentally unstable friend, i'm ready to fight with those Styx animatronics ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ

And Rook being Vil's beauty protector is funny and cute for me （｡>‿‿<｡）

And.. I knew something is a little mess up with us, with Yuu/MC. The moment they started to feel useless, and how they blame their self about everythings going on just hurts my feelings.. （；へ：）

And i've been thingking when Idia says about someone triggered the overblots happened in NRC I just think of Yuu Ó╭╮Ò and there is some posibility that Yuu might think that they triggered the overblots and blame then self. (´Д｀。

And some line when Vil asked Yuu to join his team to fight the phantoms there is this new line, "I will try not being a burden" (◞‸◟ㆀ)

Yuu never think of them self as a burden before in their lines.. It just makes me thingking they might think that they're useless because they can't useless magic.. ゜:(つд⊂):゜。

And let's not forget Grim's condition ┌(˵༎ຶ ل͟ ༎ຶ˵)┐

I just can't stop thinking about how if Yuu and Grim overblot? Like a special overblot similiar with Ortho and Idia ones. Oof lots of angst (　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

But chapter 6 is amazing this far, i love how they played games and mocking each other

（￣△￣；）ekhem I mean being playfull each other and having fun. AND DID YOU HEAR VIL'S LAUGH?? CAUSE IT SOUNDS SO (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)❤

The part with Malleus and Lilia break my heart as well, what kind of rollercoaster is chapter 7 if chapter 6 is already like this (ﾉ_-;)… let's ready for angst shal we

Ohh what's your prediction for chapter 7? (ﾉ´∀｀*) I honestly don't have any idea how chapter 7 will be (*´▽`)ﾉ

YES EMOTICON ANONIE I agreeee 😭🥺

When they FREAKING broke into our home!?!?! and we barely, barely had some of it fixed up. And then they had the audacity to kidnap my friends and cat?!?!? I was ready to 🔪🔪🔪

Then Kalim calling out had me 😭😭😭, rook was so funny in this chapter omg. I’m glad he got more limelight especially after the whole chapter 5 fiasco and hate which I did not understand at all

AND OMG ANONIE I AM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THAT OUT 😭🥺

That broke my heart!!! something is wrong with yuu, we, us, and ljskljadkljaklkladjkl omg my hearrrttt. We/Yuu hasn't had a break at all! It’s one overblot after another and then they hear that its not common, so of course they think its their fault 😭😭😭 Honestly, I would think the same 🥺🥺

(under the cut because long post of rollercoaster emotions)

WHEN IDIA SAID THAT I JUST THOUGH OF BIRD BRAIN AND WENT 🔪🔪🔪 I swear to god! I am going to make you fried chick or whatever bird you are.

Yuu/MC is probably just tired and blames themselves because what else could it be?? and then they probably feel useless because of their lack of magic. EVEM THOUGH THEY ARE THE TACTICIAN?!?!?! PROTECT YUU/US at all cost!!! Honestly, I think after that whole Grim thing it really hurt them alot and made them feel helpless, plus you add onto the fact that everyone is starting to get their UM and Yuu...is just not?? 😭😭😭 makes me tear up sksjkald (god, how I feel the same way though if I was in their situation 😭😭😭)

YOURE NOT A BURDEN SWEETIE AND GRIM YOU STUPID CAT, WE TOLD NOT TO EAT THOSE ROCKS 😭😭😭

YES EMOTICON ANONIE I THINK THE SAME!!! I feel like Grim and Yuu has a chance of OBing together or somehow Yuu gets trapped or something sjdlkklsklk they are the 2-in-1 student so wouldn't an OB with them both also be likely 😭😭😭 just like with idia and the orthos (which was another crazy part of the chapter sdkljkdsjjjflklf)

Them being able to act like teens and play games and rib at each other is so freaking gooooood I love it!!! asjsjddjjkds and they still insult Idia too 😂😂 Vil’s laugh is so great! we are being fed so well with Vil, he even laughed in his union groovy card! That was so cute sjkldkdjkjkla

IM SO SCARED OF CHAPTER 7 I AM NOT READY but at the same time I am so ready for some diasomnia content because our well of content has been so dry in so many ways 😭😭😭

We cant get through the pain anonie! WE CAN 😭🥺🥺

I have a few ideas od how chapter 7 can go but at the same time, I wouldn't put it past Hana to go “HAH! YOURE ALL WRONG 😈”

have you heard of the time loop theory? its a very popular theory that says that twst has been stuck in a time loop and that's why Lilia was so ominous because he thinks the loop with reset soon or break because Yuuis there.

I also have a theory that maybe something happens with Reader? and that leads to Malleus’ OB Like, maybe they get sent home, get hurt, or something happens to them and malleus cant control his emotions.

we saw how he was barely understanding his feelings for MC and I think that inexperience will lead to his OB.

Then, you also have Lilia, and I cant help but wonder if he might too? man went through so many years of living so maybe??

Also, I cant help but wonder about the whole “gold” thing they have going . like Silver and Malleus both mentions gold in their alchemy lessons and I wonder if that plays a role 🤔🤔🤔

What do you think anonie?

#answered #🤗emoticon anon #anonie ask #disney tw spoilers #English twisted wonderland spoilers #twst chaoter 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland

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littletayyswriting · 4 years

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Title: Last Chance Surprise (1/3)

Author: LittleTayy

Rating: Teen

Characters: Addison Montgomery, Mark Sloan, Callie Torres, Derek Shepherd

Summary: The casual sex Mark and Addison had been engaging in before the no sex bet causes some unexpected results. Set during Season 3. AU. Canon Divergence. Maddison.

Read On: AO3 or ff.net

Last Chance Surprise

~in these uncertain times~

It's fourteen days into your no sex bet with Mark when you start to feel sick. You're nauseous and exhausted - you feel so drained you've almost fallen asleep at the nurses station multiple times over the last week. On call rooms have become your best friends as of late; and not for illicit purposes, though Mark wiggles his eyebrows playfully any time he sees you heading for one.

A whiff of Karev's cologne one morning has you turning green, hurtling for the nearest restroom, Callie following you in worriedly. "Addison...you okay?" Callie asks and you feel her pulling back your hair and you can't help but think she's a good friend.

Ten minutes later and you're washing your hands, gazing tiredly at your reflection in the mirror as Callie leans against the sinks. "Can't believe you still look good after throwing up like that," Callie teases, casting her gaze over you.

You can't help but chuckle, shaking your head. "At least I feel a little better now," you tell her when you catch her worried gaze, answering her before she can even ask.

An eyebrow raised. "Really? No more sick feeling? Cause I was gonna suggest you should go home or something…" Callie tells you and you sigh, turning to face her properly; hip resting against the counter.

"Honestly, I feel fine Callie. Still tired but it's just one of those weeks, I think," you tell her with a small smile and a shrug. "But hey, at least it's kept my mind off the no sex," you joke, throwing her a playful look.

However, the mention of the no sex bet, triggers something in your mind. You frown as you contemplate everything you've been feeling in the last few weeks and then you're counting back the days and you realise you're late. 22 days late, in fact and you gasp in alarm.

"Addie?"

It's then you remember that Callie is standing in front of you. You look up at her, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.

"Callie, I think...I mean, I need you to take my blood. Right now," you insist, almost desperately.

You watch her brows furrow. "What? Addison...what's going on?" She asks and you grab her hand, dragging her towards the restroom door.

You take a moment, wondering whether to spill your suspicion to the ortho surgeon. But Callie has been a good friend to you so far and you feel like you can trust her. Hell, she already knew about the first baby and the abortion you had.

"I think I might be...pregnant," you whisper to her urgently, glad that the bathroom is empty. You'd be mortified if that little tidbit of gossip somehow made its way out. The nurses have no scruples when it comes to gossip.

"What?!" Callie exclaims, her eyes wide, her expression shocked but somehow delighted. "Sloan?" She questions after a moment, name drawled carefully.

Your face crumples, a pout on your lips as you nod. You glare as she whistles even though you can see she's just trying to lift your mood. "What are you going to do if you are?" She asks as you both make your way as discreetly but quickly as you can towards a deserted exam room.

"I don't know," you tell her, despite the fact you've been thinking about a baby a lot lately. One thing you know almost for certain though, is that you want the baby. If there is one; you won't be getting another abortion.

You step into an exam room, Callie following closely behind and you're glad to see how private it is. You're in a daze as Callie takes your blood and you're grateful when she keeps your name off of them. You're still sitting on the exam table when Callie gets back from dropping the blood test off, wringing your hands as you try to think of what you're going to do.

"You know, we could always just go up to Obs and commandeer an ultrasound machine," Callie jokes, arms crossed as she leans against the door.

You can't help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. "I'm not sure that'd be a good look," you say, though the amusement is clear in your tone.

"You're the Head of Obstetrics!" She exclaims. "You should be able to commandeer anything you want up there," Callie tells you with a grin.

You laugh because she's right. But you'd rather not risk anyone finding out just yet. You're about to say as much when your pager goes off and you're suddenly reminded you're meant to be working; the both of you.

"I have to go deliver a baby," you say, pushing up off the exam table as Callie straightens up too. "Page me when you get the results back. Please?"

Callie nods and then you're both exiting the room and going your separate ways.

. It's close to 6pm when you trudge into the Attendings lounge, intending to grab your stuff quickly and get back to the Archfield. You pause for a moment as you pull out your handbag; if you're really pregnant you're going to have to find a house or an apartment. A hotel is no place to raise a baby.

Of course you try to shake the thought off, you don't even know if you're actually pregnant yet. But the more you thought about it as the day wore on, the more convinced you've become. All the signs are there and you rack your brain to try and figure out a conception date. It is, embarrassingly, harder than you thought it'd be to pinpoint - you and Mark had been sleeping together rather frequently before the sex bet.

By your current symptoms though, you'd estimate you're at least 5 weeks pregnant. And as you make your way out of the attendings lounge, you're glad to see Callie waiting for you; test results in hand. At least if you can see your hCG levels, you know you can figure out just how pregnant you actually are.

It doesn't even surprise you when Callie nods, handing the results over. She knows you well. You need to see them for yourself so you can finally realise your suspicions were right. "Thank you," you murmur to your brunette friend as she falls in step beside you.

"So?" She asks as your eyes take in the results and readings in front of you.

Your hCG levels are higher than you expected them to be and you realise you must be six weeks along. Almost seven weeks in fact.

With that information in hand, one night stands out in your mind. The night after the woman with the toxic blood incident. You remember how worried Mark had been about you and you remember how surprisingly intimate your evening with him had been. The fact you'd been deliciously sore for days after had annoyingly boosted Mark's ego to a ridiculous degree.

It seems fitting, you think, that that's the night he got you pregnant. Again.

Silently, you curse yourself for not using protection. But you had both wanted to feel each other - all of each other and it wasn't like it had never happened before. In fact, thinking back, you realise Mark is the only man you'd ever been so reckless with. Even with Derek you had been careful. Mark just always seems to make you lose all sense.

"Addison?" You hear Callie's voice and you pull your eyes away from the results. You'd completely forgotten she was even there for a moment.

"Sorry," you murmur, tucking the test results into your handbag as you gaze over at your friend. "I guess I'm just trying to process…" you tell her and frankly it's the truth.

Mark has managed to get you pregnant twice in a year. It's ridiculous really. Fourteen years with Derek and not even a scare; two hot albeit one misguided, nights with Mark and you're sufficiently knocked up. He's got to have some kind of super sperm.

You can't help but wonder how many potential illegitimate children Mark Sloan has running around out there. You can't believe you're going to add to the number. It's uncharitable to think, you know it is, Mark is your friend but you can't deny that there's a good chance Mark really does have a child out there he doesn't know about.

Which leads you to realise that you can't keep this child from Mark. From his point of view you've already taken one of his children from him; even if it'd been the right choice at the time. You sigh as you and Callie stop at your car, your mind focused on Mark and the embryo inside you. You need to tell him but you truly don't know how; especially with the current bet between you both.

"Yeah. It's probably a lot to take in. But...it's a good thing isn't it?" Callie asks.

The question freezes you. Is it a good thing? You're not quite sure yet. Your life is nowhere near what you'd thought it would be but you do want a child - even if you hadn't thought it'd happen quite like this. You're not terrified like you were last year and it's still not an ideal situation; but you think it will be a good thing.

"I think so. I suppose I just need to get used to the idea," you tell her with a smile and a slight chuckle. "I-Callie...please don't tell anyone, okay? Especially not George. I don't need the interns knowing because then it'll only be a matter of time before Grey tells Derek and I can't handle that right now. Plus, I need to tell Mark first…"

You let out a sigh of relief as Callie nods and you can see she gets it. "Of course! Addison, my lips are sealed," she assures you and you smile.

"Thank you Callie," you breathe with relief. You truly don't know how you'd get through your days without Callie, she's become one of your closest friends here in Seattle. One of your only friends really; you can't count Mark as a friend anymore, not when he makes you lose all sense and you're pregnant with his child.

"No problem. Go home, rest or whatever. I'll see you tomorrow," Callie tells you with a smile and makes her way towards her own car.

You watch as she leaves before getting into your car and heading for the Archfield. You've got a lot of thinking to do.

It had been over two weeks since you'd found out you were pregnant and Callie is still the only other person to know. You know you should tell Mark but you've still got the whole no sex bet going on; which you realise, is complicating things a bit. You'd told Mark that if he could go 60 days without sex, you'd give him a chance and though you'd never admit it, you want him to pass. Your own part in the no sex bet barely crosses your mind.

The problem is the fear you have at telling him about your pregnancy. He'd be wary but excited and you know that'd push him to take the sex bet even more seriously then he is already. You don't want him to want you just because of the pregnancy. You want to know he wants you for, well, you. It's ridiculous and Callie has told you as much but you can't help it - you've already been hurt too much in the past few years.

You're bringing a child into the world and if you and Mark are to have a relationship; you don't want it to be based purely on the child. You won't subject your child to the kind of upbringing you'd had with Bizzy and the Captain. And though you don't want to admit it, you know Mark would understand that - his own upbringing as empty as yours.

So no, you're not prepared to tell Mark about the baby. Not yet anyway. Callie thinks you're being dumb and you don't know how but she's managed to wrangle a promise out of you; whether Mark lasts the sixty days or not, you have to tell him. You were a little offended when she brought it up but you had to admit, at least to yourself that the younger woman knows you. Apparently well.

You've been feeling like shit for the last few weeks that you've almost forgotten your part in the bet. If Mark wasn't having sex, neither are you. Frankly, the way you've been hugging the toilet morning, noon and night, sex has been the last thing on your mind. You're sure that the surgical wing thinks you've got one persistent flu - you hope so anyway. Callie can only cover for you for so long.

Mark however, has gotten more persistent and considerate in the last week. He's stopped the dirty jokes and suggestions and instead been watching you with worry clear in his eyes. He's started bringing you tea in the mornings and chicken soup to your hotel room at night. If you didn't know better you'd think he knew you're pregnant. Because of course, if he knew that he'd have asked you - there's not a part of him that'd keep silent about that.

You're on your lunch break, a measly hospital salad in front of you because it's light enough not to set off your stomach, when Mark slides into the seat beside you. You're focused on the lettuce, trying to ignore the intense look Mark is giving you. From the corner of your eye you can see he is relaxed back in his seat, dark scrubs setting off his eyes and an amused smirk on his lips. It takes everything in you not to stare, his ego is already big enough.

"You still got that flu?" He drawls and the way he says it, you worry he knows the truth. But you shake it off - there's no way he could possibly know.

You simply roll your eyes in reply, finally lifting the lettuce to your lips. Your lack of a verbal answer doesn't seem to deter him, it never has in fact.

"Cause, I know I'm irresistible. But I didn't think you'd go and get yourself sick just to stop yourself from jumpin' me," he teases and you can't help but laugh at his words.

You realise too late that that was his intention all along. But despite your realisation, you can't help the warmth that spreads through you at the thought of him trying to cheer you up. It's sweet and it doesn't surprise you because Mark's always been that way with you. It's part of the reason your feelings grew from friendship to something a little more for him.

"Oh yes, I just want you that badly," you tease right back, actually enjoying the light banter.

You're both grinning at each other, Mark clearly ready to reply with some kind of innuendo when you realise you've been overheard. Derek is standing not far from you both and by the look on his face, you know he's heard your words. You freeze for a moment before realising that you no longer have to care what Derek thinks; though a part of you still does. You're going to have Mark's child, even if no one else knows that yet, so you figure there's no point worrying about what Derek thinks any longer. You two aren't married and he's been perfectly clear about how he feels for you now.

"Something we can help you with Dr. Shepard?" You ask, the petty part of you enjoying the strained look that flickers over Derek's face at your use of we. Mark, you can tell, is amused.

"I need Dr. Sloan for a consult," Derek replies tightly, gaze flicking between you and Mark before settling on the other man.

"Ah," Mark sighs as he pushes himself up from his seat. "Well, duty calls. I'll see you later Addie," Mark tells you, winking at you playfully.

You can't help but smile at the gesture. You wonder if it means he'll turn up at your door with dinner because despite your vomiting jaunts, you've enjoyed him bringing or sending you meals. Maybe you'll even let him convince you to eat together tonight.

Watching him leave with Derek you can't believe how easily he can turn your mood around. You're still worried over everything, of course. Whether to tell him now or after the bet is over is constantly weighing on your mind. It's not that you're planning to keep it from him forever but you just don't know when the right time is. Nausea swirls in your stomach and you give up on the lousy salad; you move to stand up, the nausea strong and feel a wave of dizziness wash over you.

Black spots dance before your eyes and as you move to pick up your tray, your body feels heavy. You take a few deep breaths before darkness crashes in on you.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you feel sick. It's not a good combination and you want to throw up but you want to at least wait until you can open your eyes. You groan, feeling downright icky and no it's not a medical diagnosis but it's the accurate way to describe how you feel.

Slowly, you open your eyes as you hear people talking around you. You grimace as the bright lights of a hospital room greet you and you wonder how you got from the courtyard to here. Miranda Bailey and two of her damn interns are there, so is Richard and to your surprise, so are Derek and Mark. All look worried but it's Mark you direct a soft smile towards.

"Welcome back sleeping beauty," Mark says, the first to speak and you can see Derek's eyes roll. Miranda and Richard don't look particularly impressed either.

"What happened?" You ask, choosing to ignore him for the moment, gaze flitting to Miranda's. This is clearly not a surgical case but she's checking you over anyway.

"You fainted Montgomery. In the courtyard," Miranda tells you and you can already feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Fainting in public is bad enough, it's even worse in your book considering you're an Attending. You can only imagine what people are saying about it.

"Oh," is all you murmur, your embarrassment clear. "I'm feeling fine now though," you announce, pushing yourself up into a better position. "I can get back to work," you insist but already you know that won't work.

"Not going to happen Addison," and this time it's Richard answering. You turn your eyes to the man and though you see him as a sort of father figure, you know you won't be able to talk your way out of this. "You've been sick for over a week and now you've fainted. You need to lay there and rest. I have half a mind to send you home until you're not throwing up or passing out on us," Richard continues, arms crossed as he gazes at you worriedly.

You sigh, nodding in acceptance. You know there's no use in arguing with him. "Fine."

Two sets of eyebrows raise in surprise and you know it's because they've never heard you accept being sidelined so easily. You glance at Mark and Derek out of the corner of your eye and can't help the little grin on your lips as you realise how worried both look. It amuses you, if only because you know they are probably both confused by your behavior.

It's Miranda's voice now that cuts through your amusement. "Alright. She's awake now. I'm sure she's enjoying the gawking but let her rest. Don't you have patients to see?" Miranda says sharply, her shrewd gaze on Mark and Derek. Mark looks amused and Derek looks alarmed as they nod and head for the door.

"I'll spring ya outta here soon Red, don't worry," Mark throws over his shoulder as he exits and you can't help but giggle a little. A giggle that dies down at the knowing gaze of Miranda. She's ushered her interns out the door too and Richard's not far behind.

"Rest, Addison. I can't have one of my star surgeons ill," he tells you but you know he too is worried.

You expect Miranda to leave too but instead she shuts the door behind the Chief and turns to look at you. You try not to squirm under her scrutiny but you can't help it.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong Montgomery? Or should I wait for the blood results?" Miranda starts and you sigh a little. It's clear she knows something and you trust her, especially after she helped you with your poison oak situation.

"I'm pregnant," you say eventually, letting a hand stray low on your stomach and a small smile settle on your lips.

You watch Miranda and you're not surprised when she doesn't seem all that surprised. "Didn't think it was a three week flu you had," she scoffs, shaking her head a little. Her gaze settles back on you then and you're surprised by the spark of curiosity you can see in her eyes. "Do you know how far along you are?" She asks and you grin.

"Nine weeks and a day," you tell her softly. You're happy about this and you hope if you can convey that, Miranda will be happy for you too.

"Nine weeks… Do you...uh," and she stutters here, waving a hand around in front of her. It's clear to you what she's trying to ask and you feel your cheeks flush once again.

"It's Mark's," you tell her softly.

Miranda scoffs then, shaking her head. "Couldn't keep ya knees closed around him, hm?" She teases, harkening back to an early conversation you'd had with Miranda when Mark had first started working at Seattle Grace. That seemed so long ago in comparison.

"I told you I lose sense around him!" You spout, huffing a little though there's no weight to it. You can't convince yourself any longer that you're as opposed to Mark as you'd like people, him included, to believe.

Miranda simply gazes at you, lips pursed in the way she's wont to do. You simply look at each other for a moment before she shakes her head. And you know that will be the end of that conversation. You're grateful that Miranda is choosing not to question your decisions too much regarding Mark.

"You're probably dehydrated and got low blood sugar. I've seen the way you've been vomiting all week. You need to start eating better or more at least," Miranda advises though you both know you know all this already. In fact, you're usually the one giving this advice; it's odd to be on the other side receiving it. "I'm going to get you hooked up with an IV and get some more fluid in you. You've gotta do better Montgomery," Miranda admonishes and you can't help but grimace sheepishly.

"I know, I know," you murmur. "I've been trying but I can't keep anything down. What'd you do about morning sickness?" You ask her, slumping back a little in the hospital bed and hoping she'll have some good advice.

"My morning sickness wasn't too bad. But you can never go wrong with saltines and ginger ale," she tells you and you chuckle. It's the same thing you've said to your patients thousands of times.

"I'll try it," you say, giving her a smile. She seems to be done now and is heading for the door. "Oh, Miranda. Could you not mention...my situation to anyone? I haven't told Mark yet and I don't want him to hear it from anyone else," you call out to her softly.

You can see her considering you and your words before nodding. "Not a word from me. Don't worry. But tell him soon, I'm sure there's already bets going around about what's wrong with you," she informs you and you can't help but shake your head. Mostly because you know she's probably right.

One minute you were glaring at the nurse hooking up your IV and the next you're waking up to Mark Sloan lounging around in the seat next to your bed. You weren't officially admitted but you'd cleared your patients for the day considering Miranda and Richard didn't think you could even stand on your own. You hate being confined to a bed but you can't deny how well rested you feel now that you've woken up.

"Mark?" You call out to him as you watch him so focused on his phone. You have a sneaking suspicion he's got a game of Snake going on. You smirk as he startles, he'd clearly been engrossed.

"Red!" He grins at you, seeming happy to see you awake. His wide smile and caring eyes send warmth shooting through you. "You're awake. Was worried you were gonna sleep through the night and I was gonna have to sleep in this chair," he continues, complaining playfully as he sits up straight and stretches a little.

You shake your head. "You wouldn't have to stay with me," you tell him, stretching a little yourself.

Mark simply smiles and shakes his head. "I know that. But I want to Addie. I've been worried about you. You've been very sick lately…" he trails off then and you can see clearly just how worried he's actually been. It surprises you but you know it shouldn't. Mark cares about you, he always has.

You sigh, frowning a little as you realise you need to tell him. As touching as it is that he's so worried for you; you don't want him to worry anymore. Knowing Mark he's probably deduced your recent bout of illness to some kind of incurable cancer. You'd rather not have him thinking you're dying.

"I have been very sick lately," you agree with a nod, wrapping your hands around each other nervously. "But I'm not sick per se…" you continue, hesitating for a moment. Your eyes meet his and you can see the worry and confusion mix. "I'm pregnant Mark. Nine weeks."

You exhale. You've finally told him and the weight you've been carrying around has finally lifted. But the anxiety rears its head as you watch Mark, trying to figure out what he's thinking.

His eyes flit between your face and your stomach and you see he's processing. "Nine weeks," he murmurs, brows furrowing a little. "When you went in to put that girl with the toxic blood under again?"

"Yeah," you say with a nod, eyes still focused on the man. And you can see he's thinking about that intimate night you'd spent together. You'd both been exhausted the next day and the fact you couldn't walk properly the next day had made him unbearably smug.

"So it's...mine?" He asks almost cautiously and you can't really blame him. The last time you'd been pregnant with his child you'd terminated it after all.

"Yes," you reply firmly. You seek out his gaze and can see the unasked question in them. "I'm keeping the baby. I want this child Mark."

You hadn't expected the sigh of relief but you had expected the grin. "Really?"

"Really," you echo back to him and you've barely got the word out before his lips are on yours.

You grin into the kiss despite yourself, hands coming up to cup his cheeks as you kiss him back. It's a quick kiss though and he pulls back quickly, sitting on the edge of his seat. One of his hands has found yours and he's squeezing enthusiastically.

"We're going to have a baby Red. I want to be involved. Anything you need… I want to be a Dad, Addison. I know you think I'd be a terrible father but please, give me the chance to show you differently-"

"Mark," you interrupt because you can see where he's going with this. "I-I'm sorry for saying that. Our situation back then was very different to our situation now though. I want this baby to have both their parents but that being said...there's still a lot we need to figure out," you tell him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

He sighs but nods. "You're right, of course. But I just...I want you to know I'm in Addison. You know I love you and I want this to work out. I want to be a family with you."

You can't help but smile at his words. This was the kind of love you'd thought you wanted with Derek. You never expected this from Mark and somehow, that makes it feel better for you. Mark wants you, Mark's been choosing you for so long now and you think it's about time you let yourself choose him too.

"I know you do. I want that too Mark," you tell him softly, your smile wide as you gaze into each other's eyes.

"You do?" He questions and you can't fault him for asking, for making sure.

You nod, reaching out your hand to take one of his, entwining your hands together. "Yes. You're changing Mark and I suppose I haven't ever really given you enough credit for that. The Mark from New York wouldn't have agreed to a no sex bet…" you shrug then, lips pressing together as you try to think of what to say next. "We're going to have a child together. I have to see you for the man you are now. And that's...well, that's my issue. Not yours," you admit sheepishly.

Mark is simply watching you with a grin on his face. It's slightly unnerving. "Thank you," he murmurs after a moment and you don't even know what for. It must be clear on your face because he continues. "For giving me a chance. To be with you and to be in the baby's life. And just so you know...I think we should both stick to the bet. As much as I enjoy sex, especially with you Red, we need a foundation that isn't built on it. Especially with a baby coming," Mark tells you and you're surprised by the maturity and can't agree more with his assessment.

Thus begins the start of your dating life with Mark.

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