#The car shut down in the middle of me driving I had another panic attack my dad was a piece of shit to me ab the entire thing (NOT MY FAULT)

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Would love to see a leah x alessia x reader one where they are expecting their first baby but reader goes into labour a couple weeks early while Leah and alessia are away at a match either for arsenal or they are at England camp. Just them all rushing around and then trying to get back for the birth while reader is just hoping she has them their while she gives birth.

Just a cute but emotional one of them becoming a family and the drama leading up to the moment

Labour

Leah x reader x Alessia

You go into labour a few weeks early while your wives are at England camp.

Thanks for the request :)

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The pain started mid-morning, a dull ache low in your abdomen that you tried to ignore. You told yourself they were just Braxton Hicks. You were only 35 weeks along, and first babies were rarely early—or so everyone had told you. But by lunchtime, when the pain started to come in waves, you realized this wasn’t false labor. This was the real thing.

Leah and Alessia were away at England camp, just two hours away, but they weren’t answering their phones. You’d already called Leah who hadn't picked up, then called Alessia twice, your breathing growing more labored as the contractions intensified.

“Come on,” you whispered desperately, clutching your stomach as you sat on the edge of the bed, the hospital bag already packed and ready by your feet. “Pick up, Less. Pick up, Leah.”

Still no answer.

Your hand trembled as you scrolled through your contacts and landed on a name you hadn’t expected to call in such a moment: Sarina.

She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” Sarina’s calm, no-nonsense voice brought a flicker of relief.

“Sarina,” you said, your voice tight with pain and panic, “I—I think I’m in labor. The baby’s coming early, and I can’t reach Leah or Alessia.”

There was a pause, then, “You’re in labour?” she repeated, her tone instantly urgent. “Where are you?”

“I’m at home on the couch, but I need to go to the hospital,” you managed, squeezing your eyes shut against another contraction.

“Okay, listen to me,” Sarina said firmly. “I’ll get them. Do you have someone else who can drive you?”

“I—I’ll figure it out,” you stammered, the pain making it hard to think.

“Good. Get to the hospital safely, and I’ll make sure Leah and Alessia are there as soon as possible,” Sarina promised.

~~~

At camp, the atmosphere on the pitch was intense. The Lionesses were in the middle of a scrimmage, with Leah on the backline and Alessia pressing high in attack. Sarina approached the sideline, waving over one of her assistants before stepping onto the field, her expression unusually serious.

“Stop play!” she called, her voice cutting through the noise.

The players paused, confused, as Sarina walked briskly toward Leah and Alessia.

“Coach?” Leah asked, frowning as Sarina gestured for them to step aside.

“I need to speak with both of you,” Sarina said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“What’s wrong?” Alessia asked immediately, worry flashing across her face.

“Its y/n,” Sarina said, lowering her voice. “She’s in labour. She couldn’t reach you, so she called me.”

Leah’s eyes widened, her face paling. “What? She’s—she’s in labour? Now?”

“Is she okay?” Alessia asked, panic rising in her voice.

“She’s on her way to the hospital,” Sarina said. “You two need to go. Now.”

Leah didn’t need to be told twice. “We’ll take my car,” she said, already jogging toward the locker room to grab her keys. Alessia was hot on her heels, her boots barely hitting the ground as she ran.

~~~

By the time you arrived at the hospital, the contractions were coming hard and fast, and you could barely think through the pain. The nurses helped you into a gown, hooked you up to monitors, and assured you that everything looked good for the baby, even though it was early.

“Have your wives arrived yet?” one nurse asked as she checked on your vitals.

“No,” you said, tears spilling down your cheeks. “They’re on their way, but they’re two hours away. I just—I need them here.”

Leah drove like she was in a race, Alessia clutching her phone in the passenger seat, her leg bouncing with nervous energy.

“Why didn’t she call us earlier?” Alessia asked, her voice tight with guilt.

“She tried,” Leah said, her hands gripping the wheel. “We didn’t pick up. God, I can’t believe we didn’t pick up.”

“She must be so scared,” Alessia murmured, tears brimming in her eyes.

Leah reached over, squeezing Alessia’s hand briefly before returning her focus to the road. “We’ll get there. We’ll be there for her. We have to be.”

~~~

Back in the delivery room, the pain was overwhelming, and you struggled to focus on the midwife’s calming instructions. The room felt too bright, too loud, too empty without Leah and Alessia.

“I don’t think I can do this without them,” you choked out between sobs.

“Yes, you can,” the midwife said gently, her voice steady. “You’re already doing it. They’ll be here soon, but right now, your baby needs you to be strong.”

Leah and Alessia burst through the hospital doors, breathless and frantic. After a few wrong turns and a lot of urgent questions at the front desk, they finally found your room.

When they stepped inside, you were in the middle of a contraction, your face contorted in pain, tears streaking your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” Alessia said, rushing to your side and taking your hand. “We’re here. We’re here.”

Leah was right behind her, her hand landing gently on your shoulder as she leaned down to kiss your temple. “I’m so sorry we weren’t here sooner,” she said.

“You made it,” you gasped out, gripping their hands like lifelines.

“Of course we did,” Alessia said, tears streaming down her face. “We wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

Alessia whispered words of encouragement, her voice soft and steady, while Leah rubbed your back and counted through your breaths as you practically broke their hands.

When the baby finally arrived—a healthy, squalling little girl—all three of you were overcome with emotion.

“She’s perfect,” Leah whispered, her voice breaking as she stared at your daughter in awe.

Alessia leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You were incredible,” she said, her tears falling freely.

“You both made it,” you said, your own tears mingling with laughter as you cradled your daughter against your chest.

“We’re never leaving you again,” Leah said firmly, wrapping her arms around you both.

And in that moment, as the three of you stared down at the tiny miracle you’d created, the chaos and panic of the day melted away, leaving only love and the overwhelming joy of becoming a family.

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CHAPTER ONE: sneaking out

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present time

Sneaking out through the bathroom window wasn’t uncommon. She had done this on more occasions than she can count whenever things just weren’t going so great. Bad dates, her high school reunion, family gatherings, and now she was currently shimmering through a window to avoid her ex boyfriend and best friend.

It was ungraceful, to say the least. Her dress had gotten ripped in the process and y/n silently prayed that she could fix it later. Trudding back to her car, she stopped dead in her tracks to see that it was getting hooked to the back of a tow truck.

oh, fuck.

“Hey!” She sprinted and attempted to get the attention of the large vehicle. The driver came to a stop and rolled down his window, a cigar in his mouth and looked every bit of uninterested in what she had to say.

“Listen pretty lady, your clown car was parked infront of a fire hydrant.”

“Cl-clown car?” She spuddered, completely taken aback. “It’s a Volkswagen Beetle.”

“Yeah, well you can come pick up your beetle tomorrow at the shop.” Y/n cautiously looked around the dark street and back to the trucker. It was the middle of autumn and she had just become aware of the goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. A gust of wind blew passed her and she shivered from the contact.

“Well—” She took another look at her surroundings. There weren’t many people around this part of the city which was a bad sign. Walking home in an empty area like this she would surely get grabbed or followed. Shooting a helpless look at the man she asks, “How am I suppose to get home?”

“You can’t call nobody?” Oh, right.

She embarrassingly pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Yamaguchi was a no-go since his car wasn’t working right now and Tsukishima always has his phone on vibrate. Fucking asshole. The only person left was…”Kuroo.” She could feel the life being sucked out of her as her thumb hovered over the call button. The thought of doing the walk of shame back to the party didn’t seem so bad compared to hitching a ride with her pesky boss.

Unfortunately, her prayers were heard because the screen turned black before she even got the chance to call him. She mentally cursed herself.

The trucker grew impatient at this point, putting the vehicle in drive and moving forward. Y/n pleaded with him to at least let her hitch a ride but he stubbornly refused. And then, he was gone.

Y/n was slowly making her way down the sidewalk, ocassionally looking behind her. She wearily watched each car that rolled passed her and made sure to keep a safe distance between her and the street. She continued this for a good minute before she noticed a car slowly trailing behind her. Her pace sped up and the car followed suit. She began to panic now. Y/n didn't know whether to run or act as if she didn't see them. It wasn't until the car began getting closer that she bolted.

The car chased after her. Y/n made beeline for a nearby alleyway, hoping the lose the stalker. She ducked behind a dumpster and waited, heels in each hand, and ready to attack. A car had stopped at that moment and the sound of a car door shutting caused her to be on high alert.

They’re coming.

She listened patiently as the footsteps drew closer. Her grip tightened, hands trembling with fear. 

Tut!

Closer.

Tut!

Closer.

Tut!

NOW!

“Hello, is anyone there—OW!” Y/n stood from her hiding spot and threw her pumps at the perpetrator. He stumbled back, broken glasses falling to the ground. “Fuck, Y/n.” The stranger grumbled in pain.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” She probed, pointing her other heel at the fallen man. She did her best to be intimidating but the not subtle quiver in her voice betrayed her.

He felt around for his lost frames before staggering to his feet, putting them back to where they belonged and faced her.

He held his hands up in surrender. “It’s me. Keiji.”

"O-oh." Surprised but also relieved, she dropped her shoe and let out a ragged breath. She didn't know how long she had been holding it in. Her legs almost gave out from the adrenaline wearing away, leaving her a shaking mess. Akaashi attempted to reach out and help but Y/n braced herself on the brick wall instead.

Keiji couldn’t do much except collect her scattered shoes from the dirty cement. Akaashi was aware that he had frightened her so he didn’t dare move an inch when he asked, “How about I take you home, hm?”

The car ride was quiet and Y/n stared out the window at the passing buildings. New York was always so much prettier at night. Despite its downsides, the city was just more lively and active once the sun had set. Everyone is constantly on the move and you never feel alone because there was always someone walking right along side you whether they were going to the same destination or not.

Keiji would occassionally glance at the brunette next to him, trying to think of what to say first. I mean, what could he say? How are you? Sorry for scaring you? He didn’t see anything good coming out of those. She wouldn’t even look at him so he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to talk to begin with. Akaashi braced himself, clearing his throat and straightening his back. He didn’t even get a chance to get a word in before you said, “Stop here.”

Akaashi parked infront of a small duplex. “Thanks for the ride and sorry about your glasses.” Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt, not even looking at him once. He searched for what to say as a response, but it was too late because she had already exited the car and was making her way towards the front door. He watched as y/n entered the house and leaned his head back against the seat once she was gone. "dammit."

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife : Smooches

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: written in honor of the fabulous and fantastic @romanarose birthday today!!! 🎂 I would not be writing Pedro fics if it were not for their fantastic stories that got me hooked so everyone PLEASE wish our lord and Savior the bestest birthdays of all!

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Joel knew pregnancy brain was out of wack when you started slamming the table with a fork and knife at 5pm like a senior citizen demanding dinner.

"I aint got anything you aren't gonna throw up later. We're going out," he states with hands planted on his hips.

"Ooh yay!" You wiggle out of your chair and grab your purse. "Jone's steakhouse?"

"If that's what you want."

"But you have to ALSO want it. Or it feels like you don't want it and makes me feel like I'm dragging--"

"JUST. get in the car, sweetie," he grits with a fake smile, opening the door.

-

Dinner was good. Steak was solid. You complained it wasn't salty enough even after you dumped the entire shaker onto each slice. But now that both your bellies are full and satisfied, with you rubbing your exceptionally swollen one happily, the drive home was finally peaceful.

Until you kept smacking your lips. The quiet air was filled with schmockschmockschmock sounds from your beautiful but ever so annoying mouth.

Joel clears his throat but keeps his eyes forward and mouth shut. Just gotta get you into bed and it's a sold evening.

He hears you digging in your purse, scavaging deeply for--

"Oh no. Nononononono!" You shriek, hands splitting the seam of the bag open to dump out all its contents on your lap.

"What, what's wrong?"

After clearly seeing all pockets were empty, you shout, "Oh my god noooo! Oh god please don't be happening."

"What you forget your phone? Wallet?" He asks worriedly.

Instead of just outright answering him (because thats just ridiculous) you start panting heavily and tearing up. "I cant live. I need it Joel."

"Need--need what baby? Just tell me, I'll make it right."

But you're too hysterical and hyperventilating  at his brain dead question to give him the answer.

Roll with the punches, Miller. Stay calm. Resolve.

"Okay it's OK probably just sitting on the ground at the restaurant. I'm turning around, okay baby? Please calm down, we're gonna get it back."

Joel explains to the host that you just saw 15 minutes ago that his wife (he gestures to his obviously pregnant and agitated , volcanic explosion of a meltdown wife who's having a panic attack) forgot something and would like to check the table again to find it.

The host rushes the two of you back to the table to avoid mount doom from exploding.

But after thoroughly searching for something that only YOU know what is missing, absolutely nothing comes up around the table that doesn't belong to said restaurant and table.

"What did you lose?" He finally asks hesitantly. It MIGHT help to know. "Phone? Wallet?"

You take a deep breath, eyes swollen and red, cheeks blown warm and shiny with tears as the world crashes around you at the devestating realization that its GONE gone:

"My LIP MOISTURIZER!"

You slug your shoulders and tilt your head back to wail in the middle of this albeit emptying restaurant while Joel and everyone pauses to quietly stares at you.

Joel's expression with an edge of disbelief and exhaustion.

He takes you by the hand as you still cry, thanks the host with a wave and gets your fat ass in the truck.

"We got more at home... right?"

"Joel!!" You snap. "If I HAD another one, I'D BE USING IT! I wasn't finished with the last one! Everything will be wrong if I open a new one when I still has the other one every day for 6 months!"

"You've had this one chapstick since I got you pregnant?"

"LIP. MOISTURIZER." You throw yourself back into the comfy seat. "You only like kissing me when it's moist and pleasant and NOW you won't like me--"

"Babe I never even knew you had stuff on--"

"WELL NOW YOU WILL because it won't be on and everything is RUINED! I have to over compensate for your dry peely nasty crunchy flaky dead lips, but now you won't love me and our baby because I won't have silky smooth moist plushy baby girl lips and then my husband won't have juicy sucker's to suck on when we make out and get his fat cock sucked by my once pillowy beautiful lush lippy lips...!" and then you start sobbing again.

He shakes his head. "Listen, how about I get you some more first thing tomorrow morning--"

"Tonight!"

"Right, tonight. That's what I said." He gulps hard. "And uh, you'll be... coming with me?"

You slowly turn your head and narrow your eyes. He does now see the clock is 8pm, sharply past your self imposed bed time.

"I meant you'll be coming with me... as I drop you off at the house. Then I'll go back out."

You nod as if saying 'that's more like it,' before folding your arms over your chest.

He squeezes his eyes shut and internally rolls them as hard as possible.

-

The closest 24/7 general store was 10 minutes thankfully. He grabbed a handful of different flavor chapsticks and dumps them on your lap--

"Joel what the FUCK are these."

"Chap--!"

"I WANTED LIP. MOISTURIZER! NIVEA! EOS! VASELINE! NOT THIS CHEAP SHIT."

He growls--not this shit again. He has flashbacks of the taco yackies incident roll through his mind. "YOU ASKED FOR CHAPSTICK! I GOT EXACTLY THAT!"

"Chapstick is a BRAND name. This stuff makes my lips burn and feels even drier. Joel do you SEE my lips!" You point both fingers directly at your mouth and purse out. "DRY. AS. FUCK. these are NOT dick sucking lips.  They will start fucking peeling soon.  and then I don't know if I will be able to kiss my own baby's noggin when she's first born less she be DISGUSTED--"

Hes back in the car before you were even done yelling.

Back at the store. Staring at the wall of different lip care options. This is 10x worse than the tampon and pad aisle. THAT one he's a pro in. Pussy King expert for all its needs. Even shows other women that come back exactly where and what they're looking for. But this shit??

There's so many flavors. Why does the flavor matter? Cherry red, cherry blossom, cherry berry--what the fuck is the difference? One says lip moisturizer, the same one next to it says lip care, then lip cream, lip balm, lip lush, lip lotion... fuck.

He does the sensible thing: pulls one of every single item into his arms, struggling but managing to hold haphazardly close to his chest (the man doesn't get a basket for shit because he only comes on for the exact ONE thing he knows he's getting). When he hobbles to the tired cashier, he leans forwards and dumps it all the counter with a sad smile. A smile of which drops quickly when the total comes to exceed $85.

-

9:14pm. Could be worse. You're eating a bag of extra salted chips--which he suspects is only going to make the lip situation worse but whatever. One by one, he basketball chucks them into your lap. You inspect each one, scoffing at all the useless flavor ones that just don't work, until finally holding up the vanilla honey extra moistening stick. You rip it from the package, pop the lid off and slather that shit on with a orgasmic groan, rolling your eyes back as it glides over and over your lips repeatedly. You smack them to spread evenly, all shiny and pretty before nodding approval.

Joel sighs and tosses himself on the couch, head first into your lap. You rub his hair and continue watching the TV, gnawing at the chips carefully so as not to ruin your fresh lips, as he falls asleep and snores deeply.

It lasts for a minute before both you and he feel something small against his temple stir in your belly.

He sits up like rocket, and the two of you stare at one another in shock. You both slowly look down at the belly, hands crept over its rounded expanse, and wait.

Then--an almost inperceivable yet delicate tiny kick. The first one.

Neither of you have words as excitement floods your faces.

"See. Even the BABY needs the best kissy lips."

He grabs your face with both hands and smashes his lips onto yours like he's gonna suck your soul away.

When he finally pulls off with a big grin (and you thrown back against the couch with a delirious expression getting oxygen back to your brain while your pussy drips fresh juices onto the couch), he smacks his lips tastily and enjoying the soft, silky, honey sweetness of your lips.

"Oh fuck, that is good."

You grip his shirt and force him back down to make out with you again, falling sideways on the couch as you both hungrily grope each others' bodies.

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The next day you find your brand new lip moisturizer missing. It's set in the bathroom vanity, somewhere you did NOT left it. When popping it open, it has suspicious short little whisker hairs stuck to it. You frown but plant it back where you find it, run behind the door, and wait. About 2 minutes later, Joel comes in, searches behind him around the room before sneaking the little stick off the counter and hustling to the bed. He lies on his back, pops it open, and greedily smears it all over, humming contently and whispering "mmm yeaaaahhhh" before smacking his lips and pursing them out.

You fall over giggling in the bathroom at his new found guilty pleasure.

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Please may I have gas station with Santiago from your prompts? Seems.like the kinda place he'd frequent 🤣

Thank youuu x

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰 I hope you like it!

Night drive

Gas Station September prompt list

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x fem. reader

Word count: 1.2k

Santiago knew the little gas station store by heart, but that didn’t stop him from walking through every aisle, filling one hand with snacks while the other held a couple of beer cans, preparing himself for a night of watching the highlights of that afternoon’s game. A regular Sunday night for Santiago, at his usual spot after his drive, except this time, since the usually chatty clerk was too distracted by whatever was going on outside.

“What’s going on out there?” His groceries landed on the counter as he reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Hey, Luis,” Santi snapped to get the man’s attention, who turned to look at him with a laugh.

“That poor girl outside,” His thick Spanish accent finally greeted him. “She’s been there for ages trying to turn back on her car.” Santi was the one who got distracted now, his neck almost snapping when he took a double look, realizing who that girl was. “Pretty sure she’s about to have a panic attack.”

“Ah, shit!” Santiago threw his card onto the counter and rushed out with his packed groceries in hand, not before shouting one last thing. “Charge whatever she owes, too.”

Santi had met you a day after you moved into the neighborhood when you showed up at his door, asking him if he happened to have a screwdriver since yours was lost with the move. He found the courage to ask for your number when you went to give it back that same afternoon, but he was never brave enough to use it, only developing a maddening crush on his cute neighbor for weeks on end.

Now there you were, on the verge of breaking down the same way your car did, leaning against the open hood trying to figure out what to do. Your sundress was the only reminder that summer was still somewhere around, hidden behind the moon and the fresh night breeze that made your skirt dance. Santi approached you carefully, not wanting to startle you - in a gas station at an ungodly hour, of all places. He hoped his heavy footsteps were enough, but he couldn’t tell, your shivering shoulders were all he could see.

“Hey!” He called, immediately regretting it when he saw you tensing, but then you turned around, cautiously, clearly not knowing what to expect. “It’s- it’s me.” Santi confirmed when he saw the tension leave your body, showing his hands in surrender, his voice wavering around the words.

“Hey, hi,” you stuttered, 

“Santiago-”

“I know, yeah, Santiago-”

“Your neighbor.” You both rambled, your voices interloping each other until you reached a moment of silence, only being joined by the nearby cicadas. “Are you alright?” The sigh you let out was enough of an answer for him.

“No. Not really. I was at a friend’s house, y’know, enjoying the sun, which is why I’m wearing a dress I’m not insane.” He grinned a little at your ramblings, at the justification of your current outfit. He couldn’t help himself, he was no better than a teenager with a crush. “Everything was fine, the car was fine, and all of a sudden it just-” Santiago had begun approaching you as you started recounting your night, dangling his purchase from one hand to another to take his jacket off and hand it to you. That simple action interrupted your story, making you look from his hands to his face; he insisted, shaking it slightly towards you again. You whispered a quick thanks as you reached for it, your eyes taking a quick look at his making him smile to himself.

“All of a sudden it shut down?” He resumed the story where you left off.

“In the middle of the night, right next to a murderous gas station.” You joked, making Santi let out a laugh from his nostrils. You had already slipped your hands into the sleeves of his jacket when he looked from the car to you again, the sight enough to make his heart thump loudly against his chest.

“Do you want me to… uhm… check?” He signaled to the general area of your car. His hands were shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was the chill night or the nerves to be talking to you again.

“Be my guest.” You stepped aside, giving up on the broken machine. 

“It’s not murderous. The gas station, I mean.” He answered your previous concern. “Luis at the store is alright, and there’s a few drivers who come by every night, they look sketchy but they’re good.” Santi shot you a smile, easing you before taking your spot overlooking the hood of your card. He really wished he knew more about cars than his basic, army-standard Jeep mechanics knowledge. Your little hatchback had him in the blank, checking the oil and antifreeze knowing damn well that could not be the problem.

“Do you come here every night?” You stood next to him, watching his every move. Your question didn’t come without a judging little laugh.

“I drive at night. Keeps me busy.” He turned some knobs letting out the smoke, absentmindedly answering you.

“That explains why I always hear you coming home so late.” From the corner of his eye he saw you shivering, your legs moving back and forth to keep you warm, all while he was making himself look like he knew what he was doing just to impress you.

“Are you spying on me?” Santi laughed.

“Your engine is loud as hell.” You joined his laugh, the sound of it making his heart race a little. “I thought you kept having dates every night.”

“If you want to call Luis a date…” You chuckle made him smile too. Maybe he couldn’t fix your car, but at least he was able to turn your night around. “Well, I have good news and bad news.” Santi dusted off his hands, meeting you eye to eye. “The bad news is you need a mechanic, I know a guy but he probably won’t answer on a Sunday night.”

“Great,” You shivered, the frustration oozing from your words. “What’s the good news?”

“The good news is that I have a perfectly functioning car just filled with gas, and I happen to live right next to you.”

“Thank you, Santiago.” Your frown turned to relief.

“Santi,” He corrected, sharing a quick smile with you, and began to guide you to his car.

“Well, Santi, at least let me pay for your beers. I already took half an hour of your night.”

Santi could say yes, accept your thanks, and be even with you, but as he closed your door and walked over to the driver’s side, he had a better idea: “We could do that, or I could finally use that number you gave me and take you out for dinner.”

“Did you break my car on purpose?” 

“Maybe I did.” Santi laughed. How much he loved doing that when it was thanks to you. “Does that change your answer?”

You shook your head, laughing too, the headlights of the passing cars mixing with the heat on your cheeks. “Thursday night. But I might forget, you might need to call to remind me.” He smiled at your teasing, quickly turning to look at you only to find you already looking at him.

“Trust me, I’ll call.”

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Heartline the girl next door

Nancy wheeler x fem reader.

In which y/n moves into the new house and finds herself running into wheeler. Ugh! *reader has a panic attack slight lemon but mainly fluff. Enjoy!

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Since I could remember I’ve always known Nancy. From the first time we could walk or do test we’ve been in the same class but never got the chance to talk to one another. And for that I’m grateful I’ve always found her so uptight and so much of a priss! I mean how could anyone like her? I mean I understand her dark curls that distracted bees in the light from the illusion of honey. Or her huge blue eyes that bore into you like some doll. Or I guess it’s her slim body easy to grab and take hold of. Any boy or man for that matter would love that…a small girl they could hold and take control of. And Nancy…well Nancy the thing is.

SLAM

I flinched outta fear of the sudden loud noice and rush of cool air. “Wake up L/n!” Steve was the one to shut my locker I rolled my eyes. His huge puff of curly hair and dark spots on his face. You know I understand why the girls jump their pillows at night at the thought of him. But for me… “oh come on you gotta come!” He’s an annoying fuck. I rolled my eyes “I got work to do Harrington. And you do too.” He huffs crossing his arms. “Baby y/n please. You never go anywhere fun with us!” I scratched my eyebrow and scoffed in annoyance. “Plus we all need it after the upside down.” He leans in to whisper. To this is stopped dead in my tracks my eyes widened as a shiver ran through my core. The thought of being picked up and strangled near to death was trauma inducing or knowing Steve and Robin where there too getting hurt and that Eddie….oh god no Eddie. I took in a breath turning to face the five eleven boy and puffed my chest out “fine! Just don’t bother me during this party.” He smiles pumping his fist into the air “yes yes yes!” “But!” He raises a brow placing his fist down. “For a week you have to clean up the back shelf’s in family video.” He smiles “oh come on it’s not like you’re gonna last during the party. Let’s make a deal. If you make it to….hm 2:00 clock I’ll do it. But if you don’t I can drag you wherever I want.”

I shrugged “deal.” I held out my hand as he spits on his and hold it out. My face contorts in disbelief and disgust “Ew Steve!”

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Four hours later and here I stood in front of clay Thomsons house. The white build of the place was beautiful that’s for sure. And the red outlining was different from the rest on the block. Three cars parked out front sitting on the side of the road while others had bikes racked up wherever they could place it and two cars in the drive way with a bike. For me I’d token my skateboard and with a huge breath and reinsurance I walked up to the door. And stepped in. Immediately the smell of smoke, sweat, pizza, alcohol and weed filled my nose I placed a hand over my face almost gaging at the sudden rush of horrible smells. I turned my head towards the out side letting out a sigh before taking another breath and rushing through the grinding and horny bodies of people who held each other with the smooth music held to a minimum to keep the police away.

I gripped my board as people rushed into each other talking making out. It was all too much and not my environment. But all I had to do was find Steve and Robin. Stay with them for the night and make it to 2:00 o’clock then I’ll be free from this poison. This room was dim. And I couldn’t see I was literally starting to panic not being able to find Steve or maybe Robin hell if Johnathan was here I’d ask for his help.

But I was stranded at the middle of sweaty bodies that didn’t give a fuck about me. Ones that didn’t mind pushing to their goals to have sex with each other. The room felt like it was spinning as I did looking for Steve. I frowned as my breathing seemed to thicken with the heat of the room. My throat burning as my eyes teared up. My chest tightened. I felt like the walls were closing in and i couldn’t shake myself outta my body trembling under the gaze of random people who raised a brow and laughed. I stumbled backwards holding my skateboard close to my chest before crashing into someone.

“I’m sorry I’m so so sorry.” I started out babbling the tears and heat from my face finally set loose as I cried out. “Hey! Hey it’s okay can you breathe for me?” A voice called back to me over the humming music and sound of rumbling people. “You’re okay.” She said again this time grabbing a hold of me placing a finger underneath my chin forcing me up to look at beautiful blue eyes that never seemed to end with deep details of hints of gray and maybe a flash of green. “Hi.” She said softly. “H-hi.” I stutter back. “Have you ever been to a party?” Her eyebrows creased in curiosity yet worry. I just shook my head slowly as she stood us up. She softly smiles and says “that figures. Why don’t we go to a quiet place hm?” I nodded as she claps her hands holding onto mine. “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe I promise.”

She pulls me along with her. All I could look at was the back of her golden hair that lit up with every pink light and light blue shine that hit it. We pushed up the stairs. The music becoming more muffled and less people were up here. Eventually we went into some room and closed the door behind us locking it and turning the lights on. I blocked at the sudden blinding “so what’s your name?” She turns to me with a kind smile. “Y/n…” something sparks in her eyes like a realization. “So you’re the famous y/n that’s Robin and Steve talk about huh?”

She says sitting on the bed. I sit beside her nodding. “Apparently so. And your Mrs wheeler that that Steve so loves to talk about.” She smiles and laughs a bit. “That’d be me. But please call me Nancy.”

We smile at each other enjoying the company. “So why did you come? I mean I’ve never seen you at any other party before.” I shrugged looking forward at the empty tv screen. “Steve and I made a bet. If I stay till two o’clock he has to clean for me. And if he wins well I have to party more.” She hums nodding. “Sounds like king Steve alright.” She lets out a sigh laying back on the bed letting her head smother and some else’s sheets. I tilted my head falling back too my head beside hers.

“Let’s play a game.” She sat in a dull manner “how about 21 questions hm?” She fixes her head to look at me. Blue eyes hitting my average brown ones. “Okay..”

And for hours we sat there talking learning about each other laughing and pushing each other….maybe she wasn’t so much of a priss nor a stuck up asshole who needs to learn their place…but a human. A human girl with very high standards but…reasonable. She’d told me about her break up with Steve. And Johnathan we shared a lot of things even exchanged numbers and houses.

Later on I found myself sound asleep. But Nancy stayed up her blue eyes darting over my face. Soft slim fingers tracing and pushing hair behind my ears. She smiled leaning in and batting her long eyelashes “goodnight. Y/n.” Kissing my forehead and laying back herself closing her eyes and dozing off.

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Me being the first to wake up I notice our intwined bodies. Her warm hand on my him while the other underneath her head. Legs tangled like a puzzled waiting to fit and the smell…oh the smell of fruit punch and mainly peaches that’s stood out. I took in a breath letting my body collapse to hers. Before slithering away to work.

“Looks like you had a fun night.” Steve laughed out to me while Robin butted his stomach. “What he means is where were you last night.” She takes over. I rolled my eyes tiredly. “At the party….i couldn’t find you two so I went upstairs and slept…woke up at 3:00 in the morning. That’s it.” They looked to each other again. When I get behind the counter. Lazily I stare off into space my mind trembling back to last night and this morning…I shivered at the thought of her warmth. The taste of her cherry blossom colored lips and the smell of her. I took in a deep breath sighing.

Hours later I sat reading a book at the counter. “Yo, y/n me and Robin are heading out to get some ice cream?” I shook my head “nah, I was late I should take this. But have a goodnight.”

So I sat alone in the store for about 30 minutes or so. Before it started raining hella hard and a car pulled up a blue one to be exact and a woman stood out of it with a huge gray sweater and white thin pants. She ran to the store the wind moving her curls bouncing it in a way that makes it like some love movie. The door bell rings as the girl enters with a drenched body. Her blue eyes lock up to mine with a small smile. “Nancy?” She tilts her head nodding holding something to her chest “hi y/n. You left your board in the room and Steve told me you’d worked here so I brought it.” My eyes widened looking at the huge bag in her hand. “Oh yea. I left it in a rush this morning.” I said thoughtfully “well I wish you’d woke me. I could’ve drove you.” I raised a brow looking into her dull blue eyes. Something told me I should apologize something told me I should… “yea sorry about that.” I scratched my ear looking into the far corner of the room. I could hear her wet shoes clacking on the floor. Her presence way closer than before “so uhm…what are you reading?” “Oh uhm.” I blushed hiding the book away. She lets out a sigh setting my board down.

“Well, since there’s no one here” she looked around the store. “Can you take this as a lunch break and talk to me?” She places her hands on the counter leaning in. “Please?” Finally I looked up to her beautiful blue eyes and let out a sigh. “Okay. Let me just put up a sign.” I leaned down shuffling and finding the ‘sorry out for lunch’ sign and placing it up. “You can come to the back and we can talk.” She nods picking up my board walking around the floating island and walking towards the back room behind me.

My keys clicked and clacked as i unlocked opened and pushed the door ajar. The dark room loomed until i flickered the light on and pushed the door open fully reviling a long table in the middle, chairs, microwave, counter, refrigerator basically a mini kitchen. “So? You hungry or anything.” We walked into the room. She hums “why do you have anything for me to consume?” She questions. Looking around the room. “Hm. If you want I have a huge sandwich my mother made for me.” I took it out the fridge handing the long Italian bread to her. She raises a brow and smiles. “Your Italian y/n?”

My eyebrows creased as I shook my head “what no?” She laughs placing and hand I between my chest. “Chill I was joking.” My eyes widened my heart pounding the smell of peaches and mangos god she leans in and kisses my cheek and my body heats up. Taking the bread from my hands and turning to sit at the table. I blinked twice before sitting across from her.

And for a bit we sat there eating in silence but once we finished I looked up to the clock. “Looks like my shifts over.” I mumbled. I crossed my arms listening to the rain. “Hey..about when I left. Are you still up to giving me a ride.” Her eyes shimmered with happiness as she nods. “Ready when you are.”

I sat in the front got her car watching the rain race down the window. Secretly hoping the one on the left would win. “Y/n.” I turn to Nancy with a “hm?” And she smiled at me for a second as we pulled up into some forest like area. “Where are we?” I looked around slightly panicked “it’s okay I just wanted to ask something.” I again look to her the girl next to me who seemed now shy and nervous “do you remember Mrs p class?” She asked my eyes widened. “Our second grade teacher?” She nodded I was shocked she remembered her or that I was even there with her.

“Do you remember her little rants on soul mates?”

I slowly nodded as we smiled. Suddenly the girl I’d known my whole life placed a hand on the dashboard and on the middle box of the car her knee dug into the seat as she leaned into me. When did she unbuckle herself? I’d asked myself I could smell the mint from her breath that’s how close she was. “Do you remember how she spoke about that feeling? When you found them they’d always be on your mind? Make your heart race with enjoyment and most of all. You’d always be with them unconsciously?” My heart beat quickened as i slowly nodded her hands rubbing my knees and she undid my seatbelt. “Do you believe it?” She asked in a husk tone gosh her voice was so low and sensational so…hypnotic.

“Yes.” I breathed out I knew at this point my face was red redder than the blood or any fruit that passed for a vegetable.

“Y/n.” She said. “Yes?” She licks her lips as our nose touched. “Can I….kiss you?” I let out another shaky breath nodding and saying “please.” Suddenly she attacked me with her lips on mine. Biting and nibbling on my bottom one leaving it swollen from the harsh behavior. I let out another breath but of pleasure as she climbed into my lap. Kissing down my neck her tongue assaulting me in such a delicate way. I moaned out gripping her waist as she sat on me taking a her sweater off. I gasped at the sight of beauty. The pale skin and silk white bra. My mouth was practically watering. “Can we?” She whispered out breathlessly. I nodded. “Please.” She nods her hands traveling up my shirt as she rubbed her body against mine. “Please…please.” I hushed out as she suck and bit my neck hopefully leaving light marks behind. BUMP

We jumped at the sudden noise our attention to the left of us. We smiled laughing at the confused doe that wondered near. I rubbed Nancy’s back kissing her should when it left. “Oh my god we were just robbed.” She laughed out. I smiled leaning down to kiss her stomach. “Well maybe we could do this at my place?” Her eyes sparkled. “Lead the way y/n.”

[thelizaxevans]

When: Monday, October 3rd

Who: Liza Levin and @wesxevans (and @sterlingxlevin)

Notes: Liza's water breaks a lil earlier than expected-- aka baby time!

Liza Levin Liza had been feeling those wonderful fake contractions all day on and off. Her doctor had told her it was fine and it was just her body preparing for delivery in a month so she tried to just go with it. She hadn't been going to work on Fridays in a few weeks either, so that allowed her to spend the day resting as well until Wes got home. Sleep had been difficult to come by lately as well, everything just...uncomfortable at this point, with the baby at least five pounds and either kicking her ribs or squishing her lungs.

Finally though, she did fall asleep-- only to wake up blearily in the middle of the night to feel her thighs wet and feeling uncomfortable... God, did I wet the bed? Also very likely given the baby also squished her bladder... but it felt different this time.... Liza scrambled to reach over and click on the lamp on the nightstand and she threw the covers off at the same time she felt another of those fake contractions that made her breath catch and made her wince--...because it was fake right? Right?

"W-Wes?" Liza's voice shook as she called out to him, staring down at herself as her hand shakily reached over to grab his arm, unaware if he was even awake yet or not as she started to tremble a bit because it was early. "Wes. My....I-I think my water just broke.."

Wes Evans Wes was a fairly heavy sleeper so he hadn't felt all the movement on Liza's side of the bed, but he did have the light shine in his eyes and he started to cover his eyes with his pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut. However, she was wide awake in just a second when he felt Liza grip his arm. "W-what?" His voice was deep from sleepiness, and he slowly tried to sit up. "Y-you're-- shit." He breathed, totally wide awake now as he pushed himself up off the bed. "Fuck. Uh.. okay. It's fine. You're going to be fine. Wait, this is early, isn't it? Holy fuck. Uh... Okay, just breathe. Yeah just breathe. Holy shit. Do we even have a bag packed? Uuuh. no sorry. Maybe-- fuck, should I get Noelle? I- okay, okay... sorry." Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. Um. It's okay. C-can you stand at all? We need to get you to the hospital."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she was on the verge of a mild panic attack with the way her heart was suddenly in her throat, panging away wildly. There was still supposed to be a month, there was so much she still had to do. They weren't even staying at home right now-- Liza felt panicked tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her hands shaking a bit even as they fell off Wes and fell to the bed--Wes who all the while was rambling and panicking just as much and she just had to remind herself to breathe.....just like she had to do when Sterling went into labor. God she wanted her sister.. "I-I don't...I don't have a bag.." It was just one of the many things she needed to still do. "Wes.." It came out like a whine--scared and overwhelmed and she just needed a second to focus.

Wes Evans Wes was panicked and he honestly felt terrible for be that way, but this wasn't what he planned-- wasn't what either of them planned. God he was stupid. "Hey, hey... it's okay. Just breathe. B-breathe with me, alright?" He was trying to calm both of them as he tried to grab what they needed as well. "C'mon, I'll help you stand. We'll get to the car, and I'll take you to the hospital. Everything's going to be okay, I promise. I'm with you through all of this."

Liza Levin Liza gave him a jerky little nod, trying to even out her breathing. She at least had pants here she could put on, a t-shirt to change into for the drive. She just needed to focus and be rational. "O-Okay." She agreed, swallowing as she moved to the edge of the bed so she could change and then with Wes' help she got out of the bed, another heavy breath rushing out of her at the way her head spun and she gripped at Wes' arm hard, looking up at him "I need to..w-we need to call my dad. And..." She hesitated for a second before just shaking her head. It didn't matter how bad the fighting had been or how dumb they'd both been and how much they hurt each other. This was more important than that. "A-And my sister. I need my sister."

Wes Evans "Okay. A-and we can call them but I need to get you dressed right now." Though Wes wasn't really worried about much other than pants and shoes. He was scared of becoming a father, scared of how everything would go, but he was also really, really scared of Liza being in pain in that moment. He was scared to have to watch her even the way she was acting now, and he couldn't imagine it getting any worse. After getting Liza changed and after putting on a shirt for himself and some shoes, he grabbed his phone and the keys and helped Liza get out to the car. On the way to the hospital he called James and told him to call Sterling too. Wes was relieved to get to the hospital and get Liza inside but he knew that she still had a long way to go and he felt completely helpless. He wasn't sure what he could say or do to make it better, and he couldn't help but have those worries in the back of his mind that he would be absolutely terrible at all of this.

Liza Levin Once she was dressed and in the car, Liza just kept one hand on her belly and the other she reached over with, needing to keep a grip on Wes' hand--especially as an actual contraction hit and she couldn't help but let out a heavy, pained breath. "Sh-She...she'll be okay, right? It...i-it's only a month?" And rationally she knew it was okay. She'd read so many books and blogs and things and knew that a baby born at 34 weeks just needed a few extra days in the hospital but usually they were fine... "Wh-What if...what if I did something or.." Liza's panicked rambling kept going until they were at the hospital, and while Liza didn't usually tote her family's name or the influence her family had in the town, she sure did now to make sure they had a good (private) room and soon enough she was being put into a wheelchair and again she reached for Wes' hand. "E-Everything will be okay?" She asked him again, knowing it was silly but she needed to again hear the reassurances.

Wes Evans Wes wuickly pushed aside his own anxiety when he heard Liza’s question, What if I did something? “No, Lizzie, this isn’t your doing. These things just happen.” Wes let Liza squeeze his hand as hard as she wanted as he tried to focus on her and driving at once. “She’ll be fine. Babies at 34 weeks are fine. She’ll be perfect and healthy and beautiful, I know she will.” Wes continued to try to reassure Liza the whole drive, and finally they were at the hospital. As wes walked with her to their room, Wes gave Liza’s hand a squeeze. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza tried her best to over and over tell herself that it'd be okay. All the while the nurses rolled her into her room and within minutes she was changed into a hospital gown and hooked up with needles and drips and monitors, machines beeping with her vitals and with the baby's and at least everything looked normal... Again it's what she tried to tell herself as contractions continued every few minutes and already starting to hurt. Finally they were alone for a few minutes while the nurses said they'd get her doctor and Liza just swallowed, looking over at Wes as she again held her hand out to him. "Not exactly the honeymoon we had in mind, huh.." She asked it with a little smile since they'd just gotten married days ago. And she was still clearly nervous but....but god, their baby was coming. Finally. All the fear rushing through her paled in comparison to the happiness that made her feel.

Wes Evans Wes took hold of Liza's hand the second she held it out to him, lacing their fingers together and leaning down to press a kiss to the wedding band on her finger. "Not what I was expecting but I'm not mad about it." Wes let out a little laugh. There was this strange excitement to everything, considering they were finally going to meet their little girl. He'd been dreaming of holding her in his arms for months and he couldn't believe it was finally going to happen. "I want to meet her."

Liza Levin Liza's smile stayed on her face when Wes kissed the band on her finger and she let out a breath, nodding. "A-And we'll have her for our birthdays now?" She tacked on, the same nervous smile on her face as she laid her head back on the pillows, rubbing her free hand over her stomach. "Soon. Hopefully." Liza let out a little laugh. "Hopefully Elliebean doesn't make mommy suffer all day.." Liza's smile faded a bit then, more worry etching onto her features. "D....Did you call my dad? And...a-and Sterling? Does she know?"

Wes Evans "I hope she doesn't either." Wes let out a little laugh, though he did worry about having to watch Liza in pain. "I called your dad and I asked him to call Sterling. But I can call her myself if you would like. But I'm sure she's already on her way here. You know how she is." Wes gave Liza's hand a little reassuring squeeze. "You were with her in the delivery room, she'll want to be with you. But I'm going to be with you today. She'll be in the waiting room." Wes laughed, though he knew he was so concerned about Liza that he would let Sterling take his place if it made Liza feel better, though it would hurt him so deeply to miss his daughter's birth. "Whatever makes you feel okay."

Liza Levin "I just want her here." The words were punctuated by a little pained noise as another wave of contractions hit her, Liza's eyes squeezing tight for a moment and she kept her grip on Wes' hand as the pain radiated through her before subsiding a few moments later. Letting out a heavy breath, Liza blinked her eyes open, looking up at him. "Y-You aren't leaving my side." She said it with a finality. Wes would be in the room when their baby was born, there wasn't a question about that. "But....but I need her here. I don't care about the stupid fight o-or even if she's mad at me for forever, I just want her to be here a-and to not miss anything else.." Liza's emotions were already over the place enough that she felt tears prickling at her eyes and she sniffled, shaking her head. "I-I just miss her a..and I want her here."

Wes Evans “She’ll be here, Lizzie. I don’t think anything would stop her from being here.” Wes assured her. Despite his and Sterling not seeing eye to eye, he did understand she loved Liza more than anything. It wasn’t long until Sterling practically burst through the door with a suitcase of everything Liza would need, including magazines she liked in case she got bored staying in the hospital so many days, even bringing wine for after the baby popped out (that is, if she didn’t breast feed like Sterling). “How you doing, hon? Baby making a fuss in there?” Sterling asked as she poked Liza’s large belly. “She’s ready to come out and meet everyone who’s been loving on her I guess.”

Liza Levin "Okay..." She'd just have to hope that was true. But Liza also tried to think rationally because it was three in the morning, so Sterling could also just be sleeping, and if she wanted to come, it'd be later in the day..... But barely an hour later there she was, lugging a suitcase behind her, and Liza's eyes widened, her jaw dropping a bit as she watched her sister just waltz into the room, talking like there wasn't a care in the world and not like they hadn't spoken in days or like they'd been fighting for weeks now... "Y-You came..?" a stupid question really, but given that she was already in pain from contractions and already exhausted because it was the middle of the night and they hadn't been on good terms... Liza felt it was a little warranted.

Sterling Levin Sterling took hold of Liza’s free hand and laced their fingers together. “I wouldn’t miss this. But I do miss you.” Sterling gave Liza a small smile even if it was tinged with a bit of sadness. “But I’m here.” She looked up and met eyes with Wes, giving him a smile too. “And your husband is here. And it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza would've been embarrassed by how her heart skipped on the monitor if it weren't for the fact of how shocked she still was that Sterling was actually there... And when she referred to Wes as her husband... Liza felt more tears pooling in her eyes but a smile pulled onto her lips as she let out a breath and she moved a bit, shifting her hand to hold Sterling's. She knew they still had a lot to talk about and hash out (and she wondered if it would even be okay for them to go home after this) but for now... "I-I missed you too.." She admitted, sniffling softly as she gave her sister's hand a squeeze. "I didn't wanna do this without you."

Sterling Levin "Well you're not going to do it without me. I'm here through everything." Somehow it made Sterling's heart swell to think about how she was now in the same position Liza was four years ago. "I'm glad you're here." Sterling looked up at Wes again and smiled softly at him. "I know it means the world." "I'm glad you're here too." Wes told Sterling, knowing even that meant the world to Liza. It hurt him to know how much their fight had hurt Liza, especially since it was partially his fault. "Alright, well,.. what can I do to help?" He squeezed Liza's hand again.

Liza Levin "Okay." She agreed softly, sniffling again as she gave her sister's hand another squeeze. All the while she listened and watched Wes and Sterling interacting, knowing them two needed to talk it out too. A lot of things were said and words thrown around and liza again just..really wanted things to be okay again. Especially since Elise was now going to be there soon and Liza wanted to bring her home. Before she could reply another contraction rippled its way through her, making Liza squeeze her eyes shut and this time it was both their hands she squeezed as she waited for it to pass, a pained noise slipping from her until a minute or so later it was finally subsiding and she huffed out a breath, letting her head fall back as she shook it. "Unless you can magically move this along with your witchiness..." Liza gave Wes a little smile before she let go of their hands so she could adjust her position. "Y-You guys should try and get some rest. It's like 3:30 in the morning."

Wes Evans “I’m gonna be right here. I’m not gonna try to rest right now. I don’t think I could if I even tried.” Wes huffed out a laugh as Sterling added, “you need to try to rest, Liz. Not us.”

Liza Levin Liza knew they were right--but how could she rest with everything going on right now? Her mind was going a mile a minute with the fact that Sterling was here and..seemingly okay. She hadn't even seen her sister smiling at her in weeks. And yet here she was. And then there were nurses coming in every few minutes to check in on her and the baby. And then, of course, was the baby herself, Liza's body going through contractions every few minutes and while they'd already been uncomfortable and ached an hour ago, now they were starting to hurt. So how was she supposed to rest when all this was happening--especially when knowing that all of this was leading to one very, very important thing: her baby was coming. Today. Soon. She was going to give birth to her today. How on earth could she rest knowing that was about to happen.

So no, Liza didn't really rest, and over the next few hours, everything just happened more. At some point too James was there, bringing coffee for Sterling and Wes (and promising Liza the best coffee of her life once the baby was born) but Liza didn't even care much anymore. Her contractions started getting longer and coming quicker and it hurt, Liza's little whimpers and pained breaths soon enough becoming cries of pain as the day broke and the morning came upon then. In fact, Liza wasn't even sure what time it was when the nurses checked on her. All she knew was that the sun was high in the sky and the hospital was bustling and she was already tired, face a bit flushed and tears in her eyes, when one of the nurses looked up at her, grinning up at her. "You're at ten centimeters, momma." She announced, looking from Liza to Wes and then back. "It's time."

Wes Evans Wes tried to be there for Liza as much of he could until nurses came in, though he never let go of Liza’s hand the whole time they checked on her and Elise. Wes was scared but he couldn’t imagine how Lisa felt. And, of course, wes began worrying about just what all could go wrong with Elise being early or how birth could be risky. What would this do to Liza? What if he lost her? No. He couldn’t think about that.

Instead, he focused on Liza, trying to breathe with her and stay as calm as possible so she could feel okay with being calm. He just needed everything to go perfectly. He prayed it would. When the nurse came in and told Liza she was ready, wes squeezed Liza’s hand. Fear struck him while excitement swirled inside him- a strange mix of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle in that moment. “This is it. After months w- we’ll have our daughter with us.” He told Liza in that honey sweet tone he often used around her.

Liza Levin Liza let out a breathy little almost-laugh, all the emotions and adrenaline running through her (and the pain drugs) just making her head spin. She gave her sister one more hand squeeze before she left the room to join their father and after that was just a flurry of movement. Nurses all came in, machines were wheeled in, a bassinet, Wes was handed a gown to put on... Everything after that was kind of a blur.

Liza remembered gripping Wes' hand hard enough that it had to hurt him. She was crying and pretty much screaming as pain ripped through her like she never experienced before. Liza's face was flushed and sweaty but she kept at it, needed his help for it too; Wes helping her sit up, holding her leg when her muscles were shaky and wanting to give out. She felt like she couldn't do it, everything just so much and like it was taking forever when in reality, the labor was barely an hour.

And then finally after a few more minutes of agony, of Liza screaming herself hoarse and doubled over, she gave one final push until finally (finally), there was commotion--and then there was the unmistakable sound of a baby's cry and Liza sobbed as she let herself fall back against the bed, crying and exhausted but trying to look through her tears all the while because she was here.

Wes Evans Wes wasn't sure what there was for him to do other than be there for Liza, letting her hold his hand while he tried to tell be encouraging and tell her that she could do this and that it wouldn't be much longer. He hated seeing her in the pain she was in and hated that he was so helpless in everything. But the moment the baby came, there was a relief that washed over Wes, a wave of love, and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he heard his daughter cry for the first time. Before he knew it, there were tears and he was leaning close to Liza and telling her how good she did and how proud of her he was and that it was finally over. She was okay and the baby would be okay, followed by plenty of I love yous.

Liza Levin Liza's heart was hammering and tears were streaming down here face and she didn't care. She didn't even feel the pain anymore as a second later there was suddenly a bundle being put down onto her chest and oh-- Liza's crying just got harder but there was a smile pulling onto her lips as her arms immediately wrapped around the bundle-- around her baby and as she cried the baby did too- soft and healthy and perfect. "Sh-She's here.." she breathed, trying to blink her vision clear as she stared down at the baby before she looked up at Wes, crying and grinning all the while.

Wes Evans Wes stepped out of the way so the nurse could bring Elise over to them, but he never let go of Liza's hand the whole time. He leaned down and wiped his eyes quickly so he could get a good look at the baby-- his daughter. This was all he'd ever wanted. A family, someone to love him and someone for him to love, and he always wanted a daughter. Liza had given him all of this, and just as he thought he couldn't possibly love Liza any more than he already did, he stared into the face of his daughter and felt this overwhelming love and peace wash over him. It made more tears fall from his eyes as he gently placed his hand on Elise's back as she cried As they all cried. "I've been dying to meet you." He laughed through his tears before looking to Liza again. "Our Elise."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she'd run a marathon and yet the adrenaline that was pumping in her veins was overwhelming- exhausted and energized at the same time, her heart was pounding and she was still trying to catch her breath and see through the tears that kept pouring down her face. All the while all she could think was they had their baby. This was real- she was real. In the back of her head Liza knew too that the nurses would have to take her in a moment, clean her up and all, but right now Liza held little Elise close to her, in sheer disbelief and bewilderment that after all these months...she was finally here.

And other than that, her other thoughts were of Wes. She looked up at him, watching as he cried, and Liza sniffled softly, keeping one hand securely wrapped around the baby while she moved the other to his, resting over his hand, both on top of Elise. Elise started letting out more soft little wails and Liza just let out a watery laugh, starting to try and rock her a bit. Vaguely she was aware of the flurry of doctors around her, IV drips being replaced for her, a towel gently being placed over the baby to keep her warm, but all Liza could truly focus on was her. "Look what we did.." She breathed to Wes, mystified and smiling still and she closed her eyes for a moment as she pressed her face to the top of their daughter's head, tears still steadily streaming down her face. "We have a baby.."

Wes Evans "She's beautiful, Liza." Wes breathed as he turned his attention back to Elise in her mother's arms, both Liza and Wes' hands were on the little girl's back, and Wes looked at the rings on both of their fingers. He couldn't believe this was his life now. "She's perfect."

Liza Levin "She is.." Liza sniffled, pressing one more soft little kiss to her head before letting the nurses quickly take her so they could clean her and off and check her over. Liza still felt nervous since she'd given birth early, but the doctor and nurses seemed like everything was just fine and moments later they brought her back with a blanket and a little pink beanie on her head and Liza immediately wrapped her arms around her, beckoning Wes closer to her--to them. "Our little Ellie."

Wes Evans Wes' eyes followed the nurse as he brought her daughter back to them and he wasted no time in stepping closer to the bed Liza was in so he could see her again. With Liza's invitation, Wes sat on the edge of the hospital bed to get a better look at his daughter in his wife's arms as all those tears just came right back. "C-can I hold her?" He asked softly, tentatively.

Liza Levin Liza couldn't really move much without hurting, but she still tried her best to shift a bit, making more room for Wes to sit down beside her and all the while she let out a wet little laugh, nodding. "Of course." Sniffling, Liza leaned down, pressing a kiss to the baby's head. "Ellie this is your daddy.." She cooed softly, carefully moving to pass the little bundle in her arms over.

Wes Evans Wes gently took the baby into his arms and let his eyes search her face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. She was perfect and looked just like Liza. God, she was beautiful, and his heart was overflowing. He would never let anything or anyone hurt this little baby. He would do anything for her.

"H-Hi." Wes breathed, a wide smile pulling at his lips. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now. I- I'm the one who's been reading to you every night." He told her as he let his fingers gently brush over her cheek. "You're even more wonderful than I could have imagined."

Liza Levin Liza stayed quiet and just listened as Wes spoke, watching him. All these months of Wes worrying that he wouldn't do well as a far, all his fears...and she'd always known that they were for-not. She knew with every fiber of her being that he'd be good at this, that the love he had for his daughter would far outweigh any fear. Not to mention the fact that she was pretty sure she'd never loved Wes more than she had in this exact moment. "She is, huh..." Liza murmured, swallowing as she pressed a kiss to Wes' arm and leaned against it, her body sagging a bit and yet she didn't even care about how exhausted she was. "She's so perfect." Liza tacked on as she laid her arm over him, careful of the needles in her and all the wires as she rested her hand on Elise. "We're a family now." She grinned as she said it, stroking her fingers gently over the baby before she pressed another kiss to Wes' arm, propping against him to look up at him. "I love you."

Wes Evans Family. It was enough to make Wes nearly choke a sob. It was something he'd wanted for years but was convinced he'd never have and it always killed him. He wanted this so desperately for so long. "We're a family now." Wes sniffled as he turned his head and leaned in to press a kiss to Liza's lips. "I love you too. I love you both."

Liza Levin Liza leaned her head up, kissing him back. "I love you more." She murmured into the kiss, smiling into it and she kissed him once more before she pulled back and rested her cheek against his arm, keeping her eyes down on the beautiful little baby in his arms. "And you..." Liza moved her fingers gently over the baby's face as she said it. "We love you so, so much.." Liza felt more tears slipping down her face but she didn't even care as she grinned, nuzzling into Wes' arm as she kept her eyes on the baby. "Elise Agnes Evans. Our perfect baby girl."

[magentamedicines]

Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 13)

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1 Day Until The Party- 02/22/1983

Things at school went back to normal the next day- no excessive amounts of crayons and pencils, no one being overly complimentary about him- and Evan didn’t care much, it just meant he could finally have some peace and quiet.

“I have to admit, I was hoping we’d make some new friends during all that hassle yesterday,” said Marissa, she was braiding flowers together on the hill with him, his other four friends were there too, Peter cracking jokes, Benjamin in the tree above them, batting at the leaves to make them fall, Micah and Friend Fredbear were harder to place, what with how quiet they were. He wanted to look for them, but currently his eyes were clenched shut from the splitting headache he was dealing with.

“Who needs them anyway? You’ve got us!” Peter said, Evan just nodded, shaking his head around and tapping his fists against his head in a desperate attempt to numb the hellish headache.

“Evan? Sweetheart? Can you hear me? Evan?” Evan shook his head a few more times, suddenly aware someone had grabbed his wrists. His friends had gone away- and he was sitting in the middle of a concrete square on the playground- the one he drew on with chalk sometimes. His mom was standing over him, concern plastered on her face.

“I- uh- I had a headache-” he muttered, looking around again, how did he even get here? Where was the hill?

“Oh my poor baby, come on, let’s get you home and I’ll see if we have any pain medicine,” said mom, hoisting him up and holding him against her hip, red braids swaying along with her as she moved. His backpack was already slung across her other shoulder, and she’d probably already signed him out at the desk.

Evan watched out of the window the whole drive home, dreading another day of having to deal with his brother. His 6th birthday was tomorrow, maybe he could wish for Michael to disappear.

“You should, it’d be better for everyone,” said Micah, appearing next to Evan’s car seat. Evan looked over toward his mom, she didn’t address his friend’s sudden appearance, she never addressed any of them- had it always been that way?

“Yeah, but mom would probably be upset, and Tori too, they both seem to think he can play nice if he actually tried- I don’t think they realize he doesn’t even care,” Evan whispered, as quietly as he could make himself say it. Micah shrugged, turning back to the window on his side of the car.

Eventually they got home, mom gave Evan some pain reliever, and sent him off to bed. Evan stared up at the ceiling, the headache he’d been dealing with only just barely numbed by the medicine. His mom was singing to his little sister in another room, and Elizabeth was making up a story with her doll house in her bedroom. Evan hated when things like this happened, when he could hear everything. The ceiling fan in the living room- the swinging pendulum of the grandfather clock in the hall- his dad working on something in his home office- his brother and his fr- oh no. Nonononono- why were his brother’s friends here? Why would his parents let them all in? Was Tori with them? Were they leaving soon? Were they staying the night?

Evan was clued into the fact that he’d started having a panic attack when he could taste the salted tears coming down his face. And of course, that also meant he couldn’t move, no matter how much he wanted to get up and hide under his bed.

He didn’t have to wait long for any help, though, a short while after he heard Elizabeth stop telling her story- something about a prince and a princess- his older sister poked her head into his room- took one look at him- and ran over to the bed to drag him up against a few extra pillows. She didn’t talk the whole time she did so, using the tissue box on his bedside table to clean up his face, and picking up both of his hands in hers to squeeze them. Once she’d had enough of whatever that was for, she sat at the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna hear a story?” she said. She had a heavier accent than he and his brother, Michael hid his most of the time, and Evan had spent more time with his mom, and thus never really picked it up in quite the same way. When he didn’t respond to her question, Elizabeth tilted her head, then her emerald green eyes lit up as if she’d had an idea.

“Ok- so you cant move- but you can blink- so just do one for yes and two for no- do you want to hear a story?” Evan blinked once. Elizabeth smiled, going over the books on his bookshelf before deciding to just make one up herself.

He liked Elizabeth’s stories, they were fun, as long as she wasn’t telling them while trying to get him to put on a bunch of girly makeup. When he finally regained movement and speech, he joined in on the storytelling, the two of them exchanged ideas for a while until Elizabeth got bored and went back to her room, after which Evan decided to get up.

This proved to be an immediate mistake. He’d thought that Michael and his friends had gone out to the backyard, something about a bonfire, but as he made his way to the living room- he and Michael locked eyes from where Michael was standing in the dining room, a half-finished soda bottle in one hand.

Evan tried to get a running start, but Michael was taller, and faster, and caught up to him a lot quicker.

“Come on little man! I’ve got something fun to show you! I heard father working on something- you should go check it out!” Evan tried screaming and crying for someone as his brother dragged him closer to dad’s office, but Michael had a hand pinned firmly over his mouth, choking any chance of help as Michael unceremoniously shoved him into the work room, and shut the door behind him.

“LET ME OUT- MICHAEL LET ME OUT!” he started shouting as soon as his mouth was free, banging his fists on the door and desperately trying to avoid looking at the robot parts behind him.

“Told you we should get rid of him, he sucks,” said Micah from behind him, probably sitting on the work table.

“I’M GONNA TELL DAD- I’M GONNA TELL DAD AND YOU’LL BE IN BIG TROUBLE- LET ME OUT!” it was no use, he knew it wasn’t, Michael had probably already run off back to his friends.

Eventually the screaming and pounding his fists on the door got tiring, and Evan felt himself get too tired to fight it anymore, and collapsed to the floor.

Tomorrow is another day. . .

[oxfordthyme]

WIP Billy x Max story: Route 66

A hurt/comfort story in which Billy is the comfort, for once. NSFW

Max and Billy have been at each other’s throats since they arrived in Hawkins last fall. But when Max’s dad invites them to spend the summer in Malibu, they decide to tolerate each other for the few days it’ll take to drive to California. Time on the road together forces them to reckon with their preconceptions about each other as they trade one kind of tension for another.

Max is aged up to 18 & Billy is 19.

CW: Discussion of past rape in chapter 2. It's brief but includes disturbing details of the attack & aftermath.

Billy x Max (aged up to 18+)

Rating: Explicit

Genre/vibes: Romance, romantic comedy, hurt/comfort, angsty but fluffy, eventual smut (plot heavy smut light)

Warnings: Sexually explicit content, mention (no depiction) of non-con

Word count: 23,714

Author's notes: This is a WIP that is much more delightful to write than I thought it would be. Started as an experiment to see what would happen if Billy had to be the comfort in a hurt/comfort situation, and having a blast writing it. Wanted to share for those who like a hurt/comfort and/or enemies to friends to lovers situation x

Chapter 2 Excerpt (Read more on AO3 HERE)

At some point, the Slayer album had ended and Max was able to hear her music well enough to ignore Billy’s presence for a while and do some crossword puzzles. She wasn’t sure how long they had been driving—around 5 hours, maybe.

They were somewhere in the forests of Missouri when she started drifting off to sleep. Not long after that, a loud bang startled her awake. It sounded like a little bomb had exploded under the car.

“What the fuck was that?!” she yelped, looking down and around in panic. But the heavy, repeated flopping sound that immediately followed the bang answered her question. “Is—is it the tire?”

“Son of a bitch!” Billy fumed, decelerating the car, “Fucking tire’s blown out. God damnit.”

“Did you hit something?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see anything in the road.”

As Billy pulled the car over onto the grassy road shoulder, Max’s stomach dropped. The car jack…she’d totally forgotten to grab it from Neil’s car before they left. Billy was going to kill her.

Only a sliver of the sun was still visible where Route 66 met the horizon, and the pinkish blue sky was getting darker. They were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but trees…there weren’t even any other cars around. Not a soul in sight to witness her be murdered by her stepbrother.

She was frozen in fear, unable to form any words as Billy got out of the car and went to the trunk. She sat still for a moment before she took a deep breath and got out of the car.

“Where’d you put the jack?” he asked.

“Billy—I–I’m really, really sorry, but—“

Billy’s eyes snapped to her, terrifying in their steely blue coldness. “Max do not tell me you fucking forgot to get it. Do not tell me that.”

Max crossed her arms and looked away guiltily. Billy ran his hands through his hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I ask you for one thing!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I had my hands full…I was busy packing everything else we needed—the food, the maps—it slipped my mind.”

“Do you have a fetish for fucking things up, Max?! Seriously, do you?”

Max scowled at the pavement and didn’t answer him.

“I asked you to grab one thing, one! You can’t even do that! What the fuck can you do, besides get us all kicked out of our hometown?”

Max looked up at him, surprised and wounded despite herself. She knew he’d scream at her, and say some horrible things, but she didn’t think he’d go there this quickly.

“That wasn’t my fault,” she said softly.

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re the one who couldn’t keep her legs shut.”

The comment hit her like a bucket of ice water. She had always wondered which version of events made it to Billy’s ears. From the way he treated her, she’d been pretty sure, and here was her confirmation. Still, it didn’t make it any less painful to hear it out loud. She gaped at him, at a loss for words. A pit opened up in her stomach. She thought she was done trying to convince people of the truth. Was it even worth it to try? Would he even believe her?

*** Max was staring at Billy with this annoyingly shocked face, like she was surprised that he knew. Did she think he was stupid? Maybe she was just surprised he’d say it out loud. But it was about time someone stopped coddling her.

“Cut the innocent act,” Billy said, “Everyone fucking knows. Some of the guys on the football team were my friends. You think they wouldn’t tell me?”

Max strode toward him and poked him hard in the chest. “Whatever they told you is a fucking lie!”

Billy smacked her hand away. “Sure it is, Max.”

“Fuck you!” Max pushed him hard, but he barely moved. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Pretty sure I do.”

“Oh, good!” she laughed humorlessly with a crazed look in her eye, “You know everything! So maybe you can clear some things up for me: what did they put in my drink? Was it quaaludes? Roofies?”

Billy paused for a moment, surprised, then scoffed, realizing that this must be the excuse she told people to avoid blame for what she did.

“Bullshit. Adam said—”

“Adam,” Max said, her expression darkening quickly, “Adam Karlson?”

Billy hesitated, caught off guard by the faraway look that came over her at the mention of Adam’s name. “Yeah.”

She nodded. “Let me guess: he said I was drunk, but into it. All of it was my idea, right?”

Billy frowned at her. The change in her demeanor was unsettling. She’d gone from furious to subdued at the drop of a hat. Her eyes had been full of rage, but now they were almost sad…sad and tired.

Read more on AO3 HERE

[whumpzone]

everyone wants to see col broken, but i want to see linden broken. maybe sick with a fever so bad he's totally out of it, maybe with a broken bone, maybe with the kind of panic attack that takes you out of reality and leaves you completely drained. i want to see how col scrambles to care for him with his still-unfamiliar hands, when linden isn't even in the headspace to praise or thank him.

yes!!! CW for general illness & mentions of pills/medicine

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Linden woke- rather, he was pulled forcibly from sleep- to a pounding headache. He kept his eyes shut and furrowed his brow, realising slowly that his whole body hurt, not just his head. He was on his back- when he tried to roll into the foetal position, his muscles complained as if he’d hiked up a mountain yesterday.

“Mmph,” he grunted. The small noise irritated his throat enough to set off a coughing fit. He finally opened his bleary eyes. He was definitively ill. He groaned, grinding his head weakly into the pillow.

-

Pet didn’t see Master all morning. The sun was in the middle of the sky, casting only slim shadows, when he gathered his courage and went to check on him. Every step felt like a mistake. He was disturbing him, he was attention seeking, Master was probably busy, he was doing something that didn’t concern the stupid little animal he kept around, and Pet was going to get ordered away at best and punished at worst.

Still, he gently knocked on Master’s bedroom door. The action hurt his knuckles. “Col,” he heard, just barely, from inside. “Come in, please.”

Master’s voice didn’t sound right. He didn’t look right, either, when Pet pushed open the door. He was still in bed, his long hair stuck to his face with sweat. His dark skin looked flushed-out and pallid, and his eyes were half-lidded. Two pupils slowly met his own.

Oh, god. Master was dying.

Pet rushed and collapsed to his knees at Master’s bedside, his mind racing to find a solution. He wanted to cry out, ask what is it, where does it hurt, what do I need to do?

But he couldn’t. He could only stare stupidly, his mouth parted with worry, eyes big and searching. Master saw his panic and slowly spoke. It looked like the words were painful.

“I’m okay, I’ve just-“ he coughed, turning his face away. “I think I’ve got the flu. It’s fine, it’s-“ another few seconds of coughing. “Okay, I’m quite badly ill.”

He half-groaned, half-laughed. Pet’s heart was still thumping out of his chest, but he made himself nod. Master pressed his face into the pillow, a pained look on his face. His eyebrows were drawn close, heavy over his eyes, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. Pet stared, waiting, but Master didn’t speak anymore. He was tense, like he was trying to stave off an invisible pain.

A car rumbled past outside. Had… had Master fallen asleep? Pet wouldn’t dare touch him without permission, so instead he got up and looked down. It felt so wrong. Pet should be the one laid out, sweaty and barely conscious.

He had to help. What did Master need? Paracetamol? He knew that word, from somewhere. Had Master given him some, when he burnt his own hand? He went to the bathroom and retrieved the packet. Water. Pet would get him water, too. He’d be a good, useful dog.

Pet’s mind wandered as he completed the task. So often his thoughts were preoccupied with what Master could do, what he was capable of, all the ways he could hurt Pet in that moment. Constantly vigilant of any attack. Would he kick him? Whatever was in reach, would he smash it against his head? Would he reach out and slap him?

But right now, Master really couldn’t do anything. He was weak, he was tired. He could barely open his eyes- would he notice, say, if Pet failed to kneel quickly enough? If he didn’t cast his eyes down, or if he was slow? He wouldn’t do any of that, of course. Pet knew he shouldn’t be thinking this way, but he also knew he wasn’t considering anything disloyal. Just because Master was incapacitated didn’t mean Pet would let his own training slip, or- god forbid- try to hurt Master or slow his recovery. Never. It was just… an interesting thought, the fact that Pet wasn’t at risk of harm right now.

He also thought about how seeing Master this way, pained and exhausted, evoked a strange feeling he hadn’t felt for his old owner, even as he died. All Pet could feel back then was hopelessness, and fear. He had felt like a balloon cut loose and left to fly, unguided, into the abyss. Here, he could tell that the drive to help Master feel better was motivated by more than his obligation to serve, more than his fear of his owner dying. Seeing Master so reduced had created a strange sadness in Pet. He didn’t like it.

-

Master didn’t look much better when Pet returned, a glass of water in one hand and the pills in the other. He knew it was disgusting, to give his owner pills that had been handled by an animal, but he didn’t know how else to give them to him. He wasn’t sure Master would be able to open the packet by himself.

He was curled up, his face still taut, and breathing far too shallowly. It made Pet’s heart seize up. This was wrong wrong wrong.

Kneeling, he put the glass down and tried to gently wake Master. He knew he would get in trouble for touching his owner, for daring to disturb him, but he had to help. Master opened one eye and Pet proffered the glass.

It took both of Master’s hands gripping it, with Pet supporting the base of the glass, for him to drink enough to swallow the pills. Once he was done he immediately slumped back into bed with a groan, and shut his eyes.

-

By the third day, Master was improving a lot. But, naturally, he didn’t have any time for his Pet. He understood, he really did. Master had to focus on recovering and look after himself.

Still…

He was getting really hungry. He had no way of asking, and duh, it kept him dependent on his owner’s mercy, as he should be. But he worried that if Master didn’t grant him the privilege soon, he would be useless at helping fetch pills, water, warm blankets, anything. He was already starting to wobble a lot more as he walked. Once he thought he would actually fall onto his owner.

Pet tried to push the hunger away. He had to focus, this was important! He had to be perfect. He could hear Master’s voice in his head, once he was back to full health.

You just let me suffer in that bedroom, you fucking mongrel. No help, no care, I don’t know why I ever kept you in the first place. You can get out and never come back, you hear me?

So he ignored the void in his stomach. Tried to compensate for the way his limbs ached. If this was a test, he was going to pass. He had to.

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[datleggy]

Missing Scene 4x08 9-1-1 fox

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT FOR “BREAKING POINT”

By the time he manages to grab his keys, jump into his truck, drive halfway across town and find parking in Buck’s neighborhood, Eddie is a mess of nerves as he makes his way across the threshold and into the loft. “Buck, where’s--” 

Buck shushes him immediately, pointing upstairs to where his bedroom is. “He’s exhausted. He ate one of those oven ready mac n’ cheese meals in my fridge and practically fell asleep on my couch; I carried him up to bed a few minutes ago. He’s knocked out up there.” 

Eddie sighs, the relief he feels is staggering. 

He quietly makes his way upstairs and lingers at the top step, watching his kid sleep soundly, his chest moving up and down rhythmically with every breath he takes. Eddie stands there and simply takes in the sight for a handful of minutes before slowly making his way back down and to the kitchen, where Buck is leaning back against his counter sipping on a beer. 

There’s another one on the table waiting for him and he gratefully grabs it, taking a long gulp before sitting it back down and letting out a deep sigh. 

“So uh, what exactly happened?” Buck asks, and there’s something about his tone Eddie can’t decipher, but he knows it’s not good. 

“I told you already, he found out I started dating someone and clearly he didn’t take it so well.” Eddie takes another swig of his beer, huffing in frustration. 

Buck places his drink down on the counter and folds his arms, “Yeah, I know that part, what I don’t get is how Christopher managed to literally run away from home with you in the house? What were you doing when he took your phone, used it to call an Uber and had some stranger drive him here in the middle of the night?” 

Accusatory. That’s what that tone is, Eddie finally identifies. “Are you serious right now?” he slams his beer bottle down with unnecessary force and Buck gives him a warning look. 

He half whispers, half yells, when he says, “No shit I’m serious. Answer the question.” 

Eddie blinks, surprised and equal parts irritated by the ire he’s receiving from Buck of all people. Lawsuit aside, Buck has never not been on Eddie’s side; this entire confrontation feels wrong and foreign to him. “I was on a video call with Ana, I had my headphones in, I knew Christopher was upset about the news, but I didn’t think he would--” 

“This? What happened tonight? This was the best case scenario, and I know damn well you know that. Christopher got into some strangers car tonight. Eddie, what if I hadn’t been home? He didn’t have a phone with him or anything, he didn’t even take your copy of my key with him, just in case Albert and I weren’t here. What the hell would he have done then? Hung out in the hallway or God forbid roamed the streets and waited for someone to notice an unattended nine year old?” Buck’s been angry before, but nothing compares to the wrath brewing somewhere deep in the pit of his belly right now.

Eddie goes on the defense, glaring at Buck from across the table in the half light. “It’s so easy for you to stand there and judge me when you’re not a parent yourself, Buck. What do you expect from me? I can’t keep an eye on Christopher twenty four seven--how the hell was I supposed to know he’d leave like that?!” 

Buck glares at him right back, matching his intensity, times ten. “First of all, keep your voice down--he’s sleeping.” Buck plows on, even as Eddie tries to talk over him. “And secondly, I don’t need to be a parent to know you fucked up tonight the same way I don’t need to be a pilot to know that if the plane went down something’s wrong. How could you not hear him leaving? Were you two watching a goddamn movie over skype, is that why you didn’t hear the damn door open and shut? Christopher’s a lot of things, but stealthy isn’t one of ‘em Eddie.” 

“What the fuck is your problem right now? What? You think I don’t feel shitty enough already? You wanna add insult to injury on top of everything?” Eddie scoffs, aggravated and hurt and on the attack. “I don’t need you to lecture me on how to take care of my kid. He’s mine, not yours, in case you forgot.” 

Buck takes a step back, like he’s been dealt a harsh blow. “That’s not--I’m not saying--” he stammers, his face crumpling into despair. “I was scared.” he hides his face in his palms, exhaling fully. “Jesus Christ Eddie, I saw him standing outside my building in the cold, trying to work the handle, and he was alone and when I brought him inside and he told me everything, about the phone and the Uber ride I instantly thought about every single little thing that could have gone so horribly wrong, how it was a miracle he made it all the way here and that he was safe--” his voice cracks on the last word and he turns his back to Eddie, his shoulders shaking. 

Fear. Fear is what Eddie had felt. Instant hot white fear and an overwhelming panic, for those few brief awful moments wherein he’d had no idea where Christopher had run off to. 

“Shit.” Eddie lets out an audible breath. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that--you’re a good dad, I just--all I can think about right now is the tsunami, about how I lost Christopher, about how I couldn’t breathe until--” 

“You found him.” Eddie finishes softly. He makes his way to Buck and settles a hand on his shoulder, his thumb brushing the nape of his neck. “I know the feeling. Trust me. Every parents worst nightmare.” 

Buck turns around, his eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “I know I’m not Christopher’s dad, I swear that’s not what I was trying to--” 

Eddie shakes his head. “That wasn’t fair, what I said. I know everyone sees me and thinks, ‘single dad’, but I don’t know if I would have survived this whole parenting thing without you by my side, Buck. And that’s the hard truth. I mean, hell, we get into an argument and the first person Christopher turns to is you. You know that’s gotta count for something, don’t you?��� 

Buck swipes at his face when a stray tear rolls down his cheek. “Sorry...about what I said. I think I was just projecting.” 

Eddie gulps, “No. You weren’t.” he admits, pressing his lips together. “I did fuck up tonight. Big time. I should have been in Christopher’s room, talking to him about everything, trying to explain to him that nothing about our relationship is going to change, just because I’m dating, and that no one could replace his mother, I should have been in there, making sure he understood--especially after how volatile his reaction was and then the whole storming off after. Instead I decided to spend an hour on skype talking to Ana about it.” He sighs. “Christopher’s been my first and main priority for so long, I guess I’m not used to splitting my attention between two people. I uh, I need to work on that...” 

“Bucky?” 

Eddie and Buck both whip their heads up to where Christopher is leaning against the railing, peeking down at the both of them. 

“Hey bud, you ok?” Buck hastily tries to turn his expression into something more neutral. 

“Had a bad dream.” Christopher looks at the two men pleadingly. “Can you guys come sleep with me?” 

Eddie turns to Buck and they communicate silently, with only a couple of looks, ultimately deciding that it is, in fact, bedtime. 

“We’ll be right up.” Eddie tells him. 

[ginwalt]

Panic (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Reader suddenly becomes aware of the hex and begins to have a panic attack. She seeks out Agatha for comfort; who is more than willing to help. 

Warnings: Description of panic attacks. Other than that just pure fluff. 

A/N: This is literally my first tumblr post ever so I might be bad at this lol sorry.

The thoughts had started just as you left your girlfriend Agnes' house to go to work. Fuzzy feelings that something wasn't right peaked out from your subconscious like sand through your fingers. The paranoia followed you into the car and onto your commute to work. You checked over your shoulder as you drove and kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel. The distant panic threatened to bang into the front of your mind like a distorted sort of deja vu.

What was wrong with you? Your morning had been perfectly normal up until this point. You awoke to the tangle of limbs you and Agnes had become throughout the night, ate breakfast, drank coffee, and said goodbye to your girlfriend. All and all, an exceedingly average morning. You have long suffered from anxiety; however, this was different. It felt as if you forgot something... something vital. The thought distracted you so much, in fact, that you missed your turn.

"Shit," you mutter, glancing back at your turn in the rearview mirror. You continued to drive, hoping to take a longer route. However, just as you were about to turn onto Ellis Avenue, everything stopped. Your mind, your car, even your lungs seemed to freeze. Your mind demanded you turn around, go back home, go to work, anywhere but Ellis Avenue. Your body did not comply, nor did the car. 

Suddenly, you became vaguely aware of a frazzled-looking man approaching your vehicle. Vision, you realized silently. Through ears of cotton, you heard him try to speak to you. He scrunched his eyes in concern and curiosity as he cautiously reached for you with two fingers.

And, like an electric shock, everything came back to you. 

Your body started to quake as the reality of the past few weeks settled over you. Your lungs and mouth seemed to still be frozen as you struggled to suck in air. Vision's concerned voice sounded like it came from a distant planet as you stared down at your lap. Tears spilled over onto your burning cheeks as your shoulders collapsed in on themselves. 

"Y/n what's wrong-"

Before Vision could finish his question, you slammed on your gas and slammed into a U-turn. Your unraveling mind grasped onto one thing. Agnes. You had to find Agnes. Blindly, you drove to the address you could find in your sleep. You ignored the car horns and middle fingers you received as a result of your driving. 

Tears blurred your vision as you choked out a panicked gasp; your throat was starting to burn from the lack of air. Once I find Agnes, it will all be okay, you assured yourself. Agnes will know what to do; she always does. She'll keep you safe. You don't know how you are so sure of this, but somehow you are 100% certain it is the right thing to do. 

You haphazardly parked outside your girlfriend's house, almost taking out several mailboxes in the process. Relief exploded through your ever-tightening chest as you stumbled out of the driver's seat and onto the street. Your knees quaked, making it exceedingly hard to approach her front door. Thankfully, as if by magic, Agnes opened the door and beheld your sorry state. Concern and something akin to guilt filled her eyes as she rushed towards you. 

The moment her arms were wrapped around you, the last sliver of composure you possessed shattered. A loud sob ripped through your throat as you collapsed into her arms. You hid your face in the soft material of her purple sweater and let out a series of embarrassing whimpers. 

"I-I do-don't know wh-what's h-hap-happening," You gasped much louder than you intended. "Ness," you blurted her nickname, the only coherent thought you could process at the moment. Your clammy hands clutched at the back of her sweater as you attempted to wiggle even closer to her.

Agnes simply shushed you quietly and cradled the back of your head. She wove her fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your temple. 

"Come on, Hun, let's get you inside," she murmured. Her voice was soothing; however, the furious look she threw over her shoulder- at Wanda's house weirdly enough- would have been enough to stop the bravest of hearts. You quickly forgot about that, though, because Agnes was leading you into her home. Your girlfriend had a protective arm wrapped around your waist as you leaned even closer into her. You allowed the shape of your body to meld with hers. 

Ever so carefully, as if you were made from tissue paper, Agnes guided you onto the couch. She rested her back against the arm of the sofa and pulled you towards her. You immediately fell into her, allowing your back to meet her front. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you let out a painful hiccup. Agnes wrapped her arms around your middle and rested her chin atop your head. You sniffed and turned your face into her hair once more. 

She stroked your hair, "Shhh, I know, Darling. It can be scary at first, but I still need you to breathe for me, okay? Can you do that?" You sniffed and gave her an almost imperceptible nod. She turned you slightly so that your side was against her front. You felt Agnes guide your hand to her chest. She inhaled a long breath and exhaled. You attempted to mimic her through your chest-rattling wheezes and sniffles. However, you cut yourself off with a loud, choked cry. "Hey, hey, you're alright. You're safe. I promise no one can hurt you." Your girlfriend rested a hand under your shirt and stroked up and down your back. Her other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. 

You laid your head just above your hand and focused on her steady heartbeat. "Ness?" you whispered, your voice rough and quiet.

"Yes, Sweetie?" she muttered against your hair before pressing another kiss there. 

"How did you know what was going on with me?" You asked, muffled against her sweater.

"We can talk about that later," She grabbed a blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch and settled it over you two. She tucked the quilt up to your neck, "For now, just rest. I bet that took a lot out of you," You opened your mouth to protest, "Uh-uh, no arguing, it's time for you to sleep. Your boss already knows you won't be at work today." 

You wanted to ask how he knew; however, Agnes started stroking your hair. Her fingers weaved through your tresses as she began to hum—the unfamiliar song mingled with the soft thud of Agnes' heartbeat. As your eyelids slid shut, you knew you would be okay. 

[ronans-sepiaphotograph]

Ronan Lynch and falling for Adam Parrish:

He had just picked up Adam from his early morning shift at Boyd's. Ronan was in his uniform, driving to Aglionby as Adam changed from his garage overalls to school uniform. Ronan tried hard to look at him but Adam caught his eye in the rearview mirror and blinked at him with ocean blue eyes as he tried to tame his sandy brown hair. Oh fuck, he was falling.

"stop staring Lynch and look in the front" "asshole" he sped up just a little, causing Adam to bounce back in his seat. "You're welcome, Parrish" "you're a disaster"

They were sitting at Nino's, with Blue not working tonight and Noah looking very much real to everyone's joy. Ronan sat beside him, shoulders and knees touching as he saw Adam sipping on a milkshake. It was a win seeing Adam eat anything, really. At least he listened to Ronan once in a blue moon.

Adam gave him side-eye before winking at him. Asshole. Ronan felt the tip of his ears go red. Adam knocked his knee with Ronan's. Fuck, it was too much.

It was Adam's hands on his throat, but the demon's conscience. It was Adam's voice, but the demon's words. It was Adam's eyes, but the demon's vision. It was Adam and the demon, the demon and Adam; carefully unmaking Ronan.

Because Ronan Lynch had been taught only to love and not how to un-love. And Ronan Lynch loved Adam Parrish, completely, thoroughly, inside-out.

Ronan sat beside him in the BMW, and silently watched the rain cascade down the window glass. Glendower was dead, he had been almost unmade and Aurora was gone. The ache was too much, too unbearable. What hurt more was the expression on Adam's face, who sat far from Ronan. Careful, as if he'd lose himself again.

He called out his name, the two syllables slipping effortlessly down his tongue. Adam looked at him, then looked away. "Adam, please", he begged. Adam shuddered before he wrapped his arms around Ronan. Ronan let his armor down, felt his tears drop into Adam's already wet tee-shirt.

Adam held him, the way he wanted to be held. Ronan dug his fingers in Adam's skin. I'm sorry, it's not your fault, I miss my mom. But I have you, I love you and that's enough, he wanted to say.

Ronan watched Declan and Matthew drive off after Aurora's funeral, his hand clutched in Adam's as Declan's car disappeared. They drove back to Monmouth, Adam's hand feather light on Ronan's and its warmth seeping through. Their eyes met.

Is this okay? Yes. Are you okay? No. Will you be? Yes. Do you still want me? I never not want you. Are we doing this? As long as you want me. Do you love me? Will you let me?

The first time he kissed him again was after a few days. Ronan's bruises had almost disappeared, but Adam's guilt had not. Here was Adam, walking on eggshells as if one wrong touch and he'd shatter Ronan. They were lying down on the bed, and Ronan could hear Opal running down the hall and out for her morning walk.

Adam was asleep, far away from Ronan and it was too much, it hurt too much, this want. Ronan slowly moved closer and draped an arm across Adam's bare waist. Adam stirred, and looked at Ronan. "Go to sleep, dumbass", he said. Adam blinked at him, opening and closing his mouth a few times before looking at Ronan again.

"kiss me Parrish" and he did. Ronan's words stuck in his throat and his chest hurt as love tucked itself between his left ventricle and right auricle or whatever, settling comfortably.

It was Adam's arms around his neck as he cried happy tears, the Harvard letter lying on the table. This was the future Ronan had wanted for Adam but this was the impending fear that he had been thinking about. About Adam going away, of Adam being so far away from him, about Adam leaving and not coming back. His arms were tight around Adam's middle, as if Adam was a dreamt thing and any moment, Ronan would up and Adam would be gone.

"I'm coming back, I'm coming back, I'm coming back" "Henrietta is not made for you Parrish" "but you are, and that's enough, Lynch"

When Adam kissed him, he set him on fire. Because his feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match. His lips met Adam's, he burned. There it was again, love.

It was Adam's freckled back, spines poking out pressed against Ronan's bare chest as they slept on the bed one Virginia afternoon. Two months, Adam would be going away in two months and Ronan wouldn't see him for long.

"I'll drive to see you Parrish" "for eight hours? Am I that special?" "Fuck you, dickhead" "come to see me, I'll show you around" "I won't be visiting to see your fancy fucking school" "oh" "damn Parrish, you can be a real dumbass sometimes" "shut up" "yeah, I'll drive eight hours to see you. I don't care if it's eight hours or eighty, I'll drive to see your face" "you like my face" "it's alright to look at"

Adam's laugh echoed in his ears, a melody unknown, a beautiful sound that replayed and reverberated all through Ronan's body. It was this thing, of making Adam laugh in the way it shook through his whole Adam and it echoed through the bedroom. He kissed Adam's shoulder. Adam sighed as he squeezed Ronan's hand.

"you have pretty hands" "really?" "Yeah, they're beautiful" "who knew Ronan Lynch had a thing for hands" "only your hands, Parrish"

Adam went silent. When Ronan turned him around, there was faint pink blush clashing with his brown freckles. Ronan laughed and kissed his cheeks, both of them. Adam pulled him by his neck so he could kiss Ronan properly. God, he was so utterly, evidently, grossly in love.

It was 9:42pm when they were sitting on the hood of the BMW, ice-cream cups in their hands as they watched the stars. Adam had a rough day today, a minor relapse as he woke up from his nap with a panic attack. It was after dinner that Ronan had dressed him up and taken him out for a drive.

Ronan, in a weird way liked days like these where conversations were silent and touches wee the only medium of conversation between him and Adam. May it be holding hands while walking because Adam was always warm and Ronan's hands were always cold or knocking shoulders while they made breakfast or the feather brushing of fingers while they ate.

Ronan liked when they let the silence speak, and their bodies molded and fit into one another as a part of the conversation. When they said their "I like you a lot" or "I'm sorry" or "I promise I'll do better" through their kisses, their touches because sometimes silence speaks louder than sound and love lingered in the air.

It was Adam who beat Ronan to it. They were walking through the Barns, with Opal running around and collecting flowers in a little basket Adam had found in the store room. They stopped and sat under a tree and Opal continued, with Chainsaw for company.

"I love you" was all Adam said, his ocean eyes burning a fierce blue as he took Ronan's face in his hands. "I've been falling in love with you all this time, learning to love you, only you while I tried to pick up my pieces and tried to create a semblance of whole. I'm sorry for everything, but I can't help but find love in you, Ronan Lynch."

Adam Parrish was unknowable, but Ronan knew him too well.

Adam Parrish was unlovable, but Ronan Lynch loved him too much.

"I love you too, dumbass. Of course, I love you Parrish"

[subterfugespecialist]

Stumbled into Anguish Blind

Patton was grateful for his job as a paramedic. Saving people was worth all the stresses to him. But he never thought one of those people would be his own son.

@badthingshappenbingo​ Prompt: Ambulance Ride

AO3 Link

Pairing: Familial Moxiety, Prinxiety

Warnings: Gun shot wounds and blood but not terribly graphic depictions of them and the shooting takes place off screen, a character in pain, near panic attacks

Word count: 3032

I am not a medical professional. I did do research but please forgive it if it’s not 100% accurate.

While Patton was grateful for the job he had, he couldn't recommend it to just anyone. Being a paramedic was hard, and incredibly stress inducing. To hold the life of someone in your hands was terrifying. But saving peoples lives - that made it all worth it.

Patton had helped and saved many people during his years as a paramedic - but he never once thought he'd have to save his own son.

That day was supposed to be a happy one. After Patton helped Virgil work through his anxiety of driving, he finally got his license. And with this newfound freedom, Virgil had been able to get a job keeping stock at the art store, with perks such as discounts and limited interactions with customers.

Patton was so proud. Virgil was going to go out with his boyfriend, Roman, and use his first paycheck to look at upgrades for his drum-set. Afterwards, Patton was going to treat them to dinner.

He was glad they weren't embarrassed to spend time with him, like some teens would be. He was blessed with such a great pair of kids.

During breakfast, Patton explained what Virgil needed to do with his paycheck at the bank. After repeating the steps a few times, Virgil felt fairly confident. And Roman was going to be with him, anyways. It seemed that boy was scared of nothing - least of all social interactions.

But how were any of them supposed to know there would be an armed robbery that day?

How were they to know that a gun would be shot?

When Patton got the call and heard the location of the incident, he almost shouted in panic.

"Please," he prayed as the ambulance sirens blared. "Not the kids."

He and the other paramedic, Harley, ran up the ramp with the stretcher as police officers yelled for people to move out of the way.

When they ran inside, it took everything Patton had to not collapse on the ground and scream.

Virgil was on the ground, breathing heavily as he clutched onto Roman's arm. Roman was on his knees, holding his jacket against Virgil's chest.

Patton was grateful Roman's favorite color was red. He thought he would actually faint if he had to see more of his sons blood than was already visible.

It wasn't until Patton knelt next to Roman, now able to hear the soft assurances he was whispering to Virgil, did he notice they had arrived.

"I'm sorry," Roman managed to choke out through his tears when he saw Patton.

"No, no. It's not your fault," Patton manage to say, fighting to speak through the the tension building in the back of his throat. He replaced Roman's hand holding the jacket. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"Dad?"

"Hey, baby. I'm right here. Everything's gonna be okay."

Roman pushed himself back and watched as Virgil was lifted on the stretcher.

"You're okay, honey," Patton found himself repeating as they boarded the ambulance. "You're okay. You're okay."

Virgil grasped at his dad's hand, and Patton had to bite his lip to keep from crying when his son whined as he pulled his hand away.

"Sh, sh, it's okay. I need to put the oxygen mask on you. I'm still right here."

Patton placed the oxygen mask as Harley cut Virgil out of his shirt. He felt Virgil's hand grip tightly on his shirt in place of his hand and Patton really wanted to cry right now.

But he wouldn't. He couldn't. This was his most important patient. He had to be professional.

But it was hard to be when Patton could barely hear himself over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. He and Harley replaced Roman's jacket with a proper gauze to keep the pressure, and Patton couldn't help it as a few tears escaped his eyes as he watched Virgil's eyes squeeze shut and his teeth grind in pain. Patton wanted to sob every time he placed a bandage and Virgil winced.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm not trying to hurt you. This is helping, I promise.

It wasn't long after until Virgil's eyes closed and his body went slack.

"Virgil? Virgil! Come on, honey, stay with me," Patton cried as he worked on an IV. Why couldn't he do more? Why was there so little he could do in this ambulance why couldn't he just fix his boy-

"His breathing is destabilizing. We need to give him an endotracheal tube," Harley said as he immediately set to work. Patton's hand moved on autopilot as he helped, and more tears did fall as he watched Virgil's chest move up and down from the tube. That wasn't him breathing it was the machine because the bullet had pierced his baby's lung.

The trip to the trauma center had never felt so long. Had it always been this long? Eventually they were finally able to get the door open and bring Virgil into the trauma center where the waiting doctors took the stretcher from them and rushed Virgil in for emergency surgery.

It wasn't until Virgil was out of sighed did Patton collapse to the ground and finally let himself cry.

His sobs carried down the hallway, and Patton didn't even care that his coworkers were staring at him. The nurses were staring at him. But how could he possibly care when he couldn't be with his son-

"It's going to be okay," Harley said. When had Harley sat next to him? When did he curl into his knees? "You did good. They're going to fix him up in there and everything's going to be okay."

"He's hurt and I can't even help him-"

"Hey, you did help him. No, you weren't able to remove the bullet yourself but you kept your head on straight and got him here in good condition."

Harley pulled Patton up from his knees and held him in a hug. "It's okay, Patton."

Patton rested his forehead on his shoulder. "Thank you. For your help."

"You are very welcome. Come on, now. Let's get you off the floor."

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Patton was, understandably, not on call for the rest of the day. He had paced around the waiting room for the first ten minutes of waiting, but he was exhausted from stress and collapsed into a chair - elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands.

He didn't look up until he heard frantic footsteps coming down the hall. He panicked for a moment, worried it was a doctor with bad news, but saw it was only Roman.

Patton stood as soon as he saw him and the two met in the middle of the room, Patton holding Roman tightly against him as Roman buried his face into Patton's chest.

"I'm sorry," Roman whispered into Patton's chest. Patton felt tears soak into his shirt. "You trusted me with him and I couldn't even-"

"Hey, no no no," Patton murmured as he led Roman to the chairs. "None of this is in any way your fault."

Roman let out a sob, and Patton pulled him back against him. Roman was a tall boy, but here in Patton's arms he seemed so small.

"And you knew exactly what to do. He was hit in a very critical place, and you saved him from a lot of blood loss by putting pressure on it. I- I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't done that. Roman, you helped him as much as I did in that ambulance."

Roman's tears turned into quiet sniffles, and Patton lifted a hand to gingerly wipe the tear streaks off the boy's face.

"Is he okay?"

Well, no. But he was okay as he could be.

"He's doing fine," Patton assured. "The surgeons are going to take good care of him."

That seemed to finally make Roman relax. He nodded and sat up, wiping his eyes of the last of his tears.

"How did you get here so quickly?" Patton asked.

"I took Virgil's car. He gave me the keys because he didn't want to drive from the bank, since traffic was going to get worse in the afternoon. You know how busy Main gets. I hope you don't mind."

"That's just fine, Roman."

Patton wasn't going to chastise him for driving with only a permit. Not now.

About another hour passed. At one point Roman rested his head on Patton's shoulder, and of course Patton didn't mind. It was nice to have the grounding weight resting on him as he texted family members about what happened.

He felt guilty for not calling, but there was no way he could talk about it and not break into tears again.

The two snapped their heads towards the entrance when they heard footsteps walking down the hall. A doctor walked in and saw them.

She was one of the doctors that took Virgil from him.

"Mr. Sanders?"

Patton nodded.

"The surgery is finished. Everything went fine. He should wake up soon. I can show you to his room."

Patton and Roman quickly stood, and the doctor grimaced.

"And what is your relation?"

It took a moment for the dazed Roman to realize she was talking to him.

"Oh, uh, I'm Roman. I'm his boyfriend."

The doctor, who Patton was now close enough to he could see her name tag read Dr. Taylor, shot him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, but only family is permitted in before he wakes up."

Patton saw tears build back into Roman's eyes, but he just nodded.

"Okay. Yeah, sure," he said, mouth trembling as his fists clenched his jeans.

"I'll come get you after he wakes up," Patton said, placing a hand on Roman's shoulder.

Roman nodded again, and Patton gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before following Dr. Taylor out of the waiting room and down the hallway.

Patton couldn't ignore the sound of Roman crying as they walked away.

"The bullet shattered one of his ribs, but besides that, and the penetration into the chest, thankfully no other major damage occurred," Dr. Taylor said. "We had to give him a chest tube due to some internal bleeding, though the endotracheal tube we were able to replace with an oxygen mask. So he should be able to speak when he wakes up."

Patton had to focus on counting the clicks of his shoes on the tile to keep his breathing steady.

The two stopped in front of a door and Dr. Taylor put her hand on the handle.

"He's on some pretty strong painkillers, but he should still be cognizant when he wakes up. If anything happens, press the red emergency button by the bed and me and the other doctors will come rushing back."

"Thank you," Patton managed to say through the rising dread in his throat. Dr. Taylor opened the door for him.

Patton stood in the entryway until he heard the door click shut behind him. Once the click snapped him out of his trance, he rushed towards the bed and immediately burst into tears.

There was his baby. Virgil's face was pale but thankfully no longer grimaced in pain. His chest was gently rising and falling, no longer due to a tube down his throat. And though Patton had seen similar sights before plenty of times, seeing all the tubes stuck in his baby's body made Patton collapse on the chair by the bedside.

God, what he'd give to take Virgil's place. To take all his pain away. Patton rested his head in his hands, trying yet again to stop his crying.

"Come on," he thought. "You have to be strong. For him."

He took a deep breath, and the pressure in his throat weakened slightly. He could do this. He could be strong.

But all that resolve fell as soon as he heard a soft, weak voice say “Dad?"

"Virgil!" Patton cried as he leaned towards him, being careful to be gentle as he took hold of Virgil's hand. "Hey, sweetie. I'm right here. I'm right by you."

Virgil's eyes blinked as he got used to the lights. A slight grimace of pain was back on his face, but at least he was awake.

Patton barely managed to catch the hand Virgil lifted towards his oxygen mask, being preoccupied with wiping his tears. "No, kiddo. You need that."

Virgil's hand dropped against the crisp bed sheets. Virgil looked at his hospital bed and all the tubes stuck in him, and Patton's heart shattered as he started crying.

"Shit," Virgil hissed as he lifted his arm with his IV.

"You know, we were just leaving when they ran in," Virgil said, a pained smile on his face as he laughed, though there was no humor in it. "If I hadn't been such a chickenshit and just went in when we got there instead of needing a pep talk from Roman to go into a bank then I wouldn't have-"

"Honey, deep breaths," Patton said as he stood and very gently wrapped his arms around Virgil, holding him as tight as he could without fear of hurting him. "Do not blame yourself." Matching tears fell down Patton's cheeks. "None of this was your fault. There was no way you could have known this would happen. I will not let you continue to beat yourself up about this, understand?"

Though Patton could feel tears falling onto his shoulder, Virgil nodded.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Patton whispered. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"I love you, too, Dad."

There was nothing Patton wanted to do less than let Virgil go, but he could imagine the hug couldn't be the most comfortable for him. So after placing a kiss to the top of Virgil’s head he sat back down, but grabbed hold of Virgil's hand again.

"At least I don't have to run the mile in gym anymore," Virgil said after a beat.

Patton started laughing. It was hardly from the joke, but more so from the relief that was washing over him that yes, Virgil was hurt, but he would be okay. He was awake and joking. Virgil started giggling along with his father, and once they would stop, one could start laughing again and the cycle started all over.

Eventually, they both calmed down.

"No, I suppose you don't," Patton smiled. "I have yet to contact the school. But I'm sure they will understand your... predicament. And I'm sure your friends will be more than happy to help you with your notes.”

Virgil's smile suddenly dropped and his eye's widened as he jolted up, wincing from pain but not retreating.

"Roman. What happened to Roman??"

"Roman is fine," Patton assured. "He's in the waiting room right now."

Virgil visibly relaxed and sank back against the bed.

"Would you like me to go get him? He's anxious to see you."

"In... in a minute," Virgil said as he closed his eyes. "I want to see him, really, but you know he can be..."

"Enthusiastic?"

"Loud."

Patton chuckled. "Okay, baby. Just tell me when.'

One of the nurses walked in, and he was delighted to see that Virgil was awake. While another nurse came in to talk to Patton about Virgil's road to recovery, the first nurse checked some vitals, seemed satisfied, then gave Virgil a bit more painkillers. The painkillers seemed to help Virgil's mood, and he sent Patton to fetch Roman.

Roman's head was in his hands when Patton walked in. He looked up as Patton walked towards him, and when Patton nodded, he bolted out of the chair down the hallway. Patton had to hurry to catch up.

After opening the door for roman, roman rushed to Virgil's bedside, and Patton came in to see Roman pressing kisses all over Virgil's face while crying.

"Oh, Virgil, thank God you're okay," Roman said, openly crying as he placed his hands on Virgil's cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart, darling, love, I was so worried about you-"

Patton didn't even listen to the rest of what Roman said - He had to keep himself from laughing at the two of them. Roman was waxing poetic while Virgil sent mortified glances to his dad. But Patton thought it was pretty adorable, to see a teenager talk that way.

"Yes, I'm fine," Virgil said as he made weak attempts to push Roman off him. "I'm happy to see you but please stop, you drama queen."

Roman laughed and pressed one more kiss to Virgil's cheek before stepping away.

Roman didn't even seem embarrassed as he turned back towards Patton with a large grin. He just put a chair right next to Patton's and promptly sat to take Virgil's hand.

"Remus wants to come see you, too," Roman said as Patton went to sit next to him. "He's on his way with Janus. And he already asked if he could keep the bullet."

"Nope. If anyone gets to keep the bullet, it's me."

Patton shot him a look as he sat next to Roman.

"What?" Virgil asked. "It'd be badass."

"Okay. I excused the first swear word, but you are very much nearing the swear jar again, mister."

Patton was going for stern, but he just couldn't stop smiling. And he wasn't really upset - not when he got Virgil to smile.

"Remus may fight you for it," Roman continued.

"He can't fight me. I was shot."

"I don't think that'd stop him."

"True. He did throw Jason down a flight of stairs even after he broke his leg."

"He did what?" Patton asked. Virgil smirked at the horrified look on his face. "Why would he do that?"

"He was making fun of Janus.”

While Patton didn't dislike Remus, and he was glad Virgil had such a good group of friends, he was very happy Virgil was dating Roman and not his twin.

"And don't let him know I told you this, but he was really worried about you."

"Aw. I knew he loved me."

Virgil looked at his dad with a large grin on his face. And seeing Virgil smile again, really smile, well, that was enough to let Patton know that everything was going to be okay.

Prompts are open for both Bad Things Happen Bingo and general prompts :)

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 47

Hoseok puts his foot down.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ???

Warnings: Strong language

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You follow Wonho out of the private lounge, your head fuzzy with alcohol and despair. How could you not make the connection sooner? Of course there was a reason the police never investigated Seoyeon for Lisa’s disappearance – and now Lisa’s laptop, the only proof that the two were connected, is in the hands of Detective Kang. Seoyeon’s father. Your eyes sweep the club in search of Yoongi. You have to tell him. Eventually you spot him in a corner of the dance floor, hand pressed to his ear. Alone. For a moment you actually start towards him, before the thought hits you like a brick to the skull. He’s dating Seoyeon. How can you trust him, or tell him anything? Hell, what if the rumors are right, and he’s with Seoyeon because Detective Kang has something on him?

“C’mon,” Wonho yells over the deafening bass, “Let’s dance!”

You trail behind him, your eyes still on Yoongi. You’re about to turn away when you notice Hoseok wade through the crowd, with an expression you can barely recognize on his face. Hoseok looks… angry.

The music shifts, and Wonho takes your hand as he dances. You join in halfheartedly, wanting so badly for him to distract you. But now that the police have apparently abandoned your only lead… Is Lisa lost to you forever?

~~~

“Hyung, may I speak to you for a moment?” Hoseok hisses, tugging on Yoongi’s sleeve. One of Yoongi’s hands is pressed to his ear, the other holding his phone. It takes a moment before Yoongi notices Hoseok, his eyes dazed.

“D, one sec,” he says into the phone before turning to the younger man. “Not now. Weren’t you keeping an eye on the girl?”

“That’s the thing. Hyung, she told me some stuff… I really need to talk to you.” Hoseok’s voice is urgent, but Yoongi looks unconvinced. “It’s about Y/n.”

That changes things. Yoongi holds the phone back up to his ear. “Lemme call you back”, he says before hanging up swiftly and turning back to Hoseok. “What is it?”

Hoseok looks around to make sure no one is paying attention to them, but it’s too much to wish for; even in a club exclusive to celebrities, they are members of BTS. They’re big anywhere. There are several sets of eyes turned toward them. “Shit. I can’t tell you everything now, but hyung… stay away from Y/n.”

“Huh?” Yoongi draws back. “You, of all people-”

Hoseok grits his teeth. “Look, I know what I said before, but think about it, hyung! She gains more than anyone from this – practically got famous off of it! Dating you, the drama, all of it. Seoyeon said she has a video from inside our apartment – who else has had access?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, you’re wrong.”

Hoseok pauses. “I know we need to take everything Seoyeon says with a big grain of salt, but think about it. Y/n’s an ARMY, remember. She lied to us, to you, this whole time. You only pretended to date because of that photo on Twitter – hyung, who gained the most from that? You need to ask yourself-”

“Just shut up, Jung Hoseok,” Yoongi snaps, his eyes narrowing. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. None.”

“But hyung-”

“I’m done with this shit. I’m going home.” Hoseok watches Yoongi call their chauffeur and arrange to be picked up. He starts making his way back to the entrance, but Hobi grips his arm.

“I was trying to help, idiot!” Hoseok hisses. “All she’s done is lie to you. Have you ever considered you’re too lovesick to see right through her?”

Yoongi rips away from Hoseok, and for a second Hoseok thinks Yoongi might hit him. Instead he simply speaks, voice cold. “You don’t know anything.”

With that, Yoongi fights his way to the bar through the crowd of bodies, pulling a drunk Seoyeon along with him outside. Hoseok watches him go, mind racing. He had warned Y/n never to hurt Yoongi; Hoseok always protected his family, and the members were as much a part of that as his own sister. Hoseok had trusted Y/n – they all had. Had she truly been lying to them this whole time?

He looks around helplessly, just in time to see Jungkook pulling on Y/n. He and Taehyung join her and Wonho in dancing, and though Y/n is smiling, there’s a stiffness in her movements, and her focus seems far away. Hoseok can feel his blood begin to boil. If Seoyeon was telling the truth, then Y/n arranged her own attack and used it to manipulate Hoseok’s friends.

Almost unconsciously, he makes his way to the group. “Guys, let’s get going home!” He shouts over the music.

Jungkook whines and Taehyung laughs, clearly buzzed. “But we’re having fun!”

“It wasn’t a question,” Hoseok replies. Your eyes flick towards him – have you noticed something is wrong? “C’mon, Y/n.”

“I can drive you back later if you don’t want to leave right now, Y/n.” Wonho offers. Hoseok looks between you and him.

“No, she needs to come back with us.”

“Oh, I don’t mind it if Wonho drives me,” you say, barely heard over the beat.

“In case you’ve forgotten, that outfit you’re wearing isn’t yours, is it?” Hoseok snaps. “You need to return it.”

He sees you blink twice, clearly surprised. “Right. Okay. Let me grab my bag.”

“Taehyung, Kook, grab Joon and Jin hyung. I’ll get Jimin. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

When Y/n and the other members have wandered away, Wonho fixes Hoseok with a stare. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry, why do you care?”

“Isn’t she your friend? Because you didn’t treat her like one just now. Or are you going the way of your asshole friend?”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow. So this is Yoongi’s reputation, thanks to Y/n? “I don’t answer to you.” If Wonho responds, he doesn’t hear him; Hoseok turns to track Jimin down. He’s dancing in the middle of the floor, his loose silk shirt exposing a collarbone shining with sweat. Stars surround him, whooping and clapping. Hoseok pushes his way through the crowd until he’s close enough that Jimin can hear him.

“We’re going,” Hoseok says, pulling at the younger man’s sleeve.

Jimin nods, panting, and follows them. It isn’t long until the eight of them are once more settled in the limo.

~~~

You anxiously twist the handles of your purse in your hands. The ride is much quieter than it was on the way to Club Xyon – although it was only hours prior, you feel like you’ve aged centuries. Taehyung has fallen asleep leaning on your shoulder, and Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Seokjin are playing some sort of rock-paper-scissors drinking game. You’re impressed by their tolerance. Hoseok sits in the corner, far more quiet than he had been this evening. You can’t blame him – you’ve barely spoken either since the realization that not even the police can help you find your best friend.

The driver stops in the parking garage of the boys’ apartment building. One by one, they stumble out, with Seokjin supporting a still-sleepy Taehyung. You move for the door as well, but for a voice behind you: “Just a minute, Y/n.”

You turn. Hoseok is still sitting in the car, eyes trained on you. The scene feels eerily familiar. “What’s up?”

“I was just talking to Seoyeon earlier,” Hoseok drawls, and you flinch at the name. “She said some very interesting things. That she wasn’t following Yoongi hyung; she was following orders to track you. She didn’t follow hyung to the lamppost – she was told where to go, to take that photo. And that whoever was giving her orders – that she has videos, taken from inside our apartment, of us.” Hoseok crosses his arms. “So tell me, Y/n, who might have that kind of access?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest. “I-”

Hoseok holds up a hand. “Let me ask you another question. Did it feel good, having his pity? Lying to him? That photo did mean you’d have to have a public relationship with hyung. And of course, there’s no better way to get famous, is there?”

“N-No, I didn’t-” It’s getting harder to breathe – is there no more air in the limo? And is this what he really thinks of you? “She’s lying – how could you believe her, over me?”

Hoseok stares at you. “You’ve lied to us too, Y/n.”

The tears you’ve been fighting well up and overflow, falling freely down your cheeks. Your chest heaves, and you feel yourself on the verge of panic. “Hobi, please – I thought we were friends. You said we’d always be friends.”

For a moment, you see Hoseok’s stoic expression crack. “That was before I knew you were the reason hyung is going half-crazy tracking down a girl he’s never met and tolerating the company of a fucking psychopath!”

“W-what?”

“He barely sleeps, barely talks to us…” Hobi’s voice lowers, but it’s still steely. “I warned you, Y/n. You’re our friend, and I really believed in you, but if you used hyung for fame, I swear I’ll never forgive you.”

You reach for the handle of the door and find it locked. “Let me out,” you whisper. Hoseok doesn’t move for a moment. “Dammit, Jung Hoseok, let me out of this car!”

Hoseok knocks on the limo divider, and the car doors unlock. You grab for the handle and stumble out of the car, lip trembling as you walk away. “Your acting career would’ve gotten off the ground without using him, Y/n,” Hoseok calls behind you. “You’re a great liar.”

Once you’re out of the parking garage, you start running. Your feet ache in these boots, and your chest burns with holding off another episode as long as you have. Eventually you stop in a small park, gasping for breath. You’re completely lost, and for the first time, the darkness is more terrifying than comforting. Sinking down at last, you clutch at the Starry Night charm, sobbing freely. You’re so cold.

You’re crying so hard you barely hear footsteps approaching.

“Y/n?”

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 15

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings: canon typical, discussion of injury

***

Sookie sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey and coke in front of her. That was as close as you got to consoling her over what she just saw. You didn’t want to make it better. In fact, you preferred her wanting to stay the hell away from Bill.

Eric stood behind you sipping at his own drink while he ran a finger up and down the back of your arm. You leaned into his chest savoring the contact. Finally, Bill emerged from the basement. Sookie refused to look at him even when he stood right beside her.

“I want to thank you for securing my release,” he said.

“Uh huh.” Sookie stood but still didn’t look at him. “Let’s go. I have to pack.”

“Pack?” His gaze darted from this blonde to the two of you. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business, Compton,” you answered for her. You glanced at Eric and gestured toward Sookie with a nod of your head. “I think I better go with. Just to make sure everything stays on track. I’ll pack when I get back.”

He nodded once and kissed your temple. “Be safe.”

You walked backward away from him with a little smirk. “Just driving to Bon Temps, Eric. Think I’ll be just fine.”

***

You sat in the back while Sookie drove and Bill sat in the passenger seat. They’d been arguing almost since the drive started. Fortunately, you were nearing the little town.

“You killed him, probably both of them, and you don’t even care,” Sookie said for the fourth time.

Apparently, Bill was as tired of hearing it as you were. “I am a vampire, Sookie. I needed to feed. If you insist on associating with vampires, you need to grow up. And if you wish to blame someone for the deaths, blame Eric. If he had fed me during my incarceration, I wouldn’t have been so ravenous.”

“You’re seriously not going to take any responsibility? You know why you were in that basement. You would still be there if not for her, so watch your tone,” you snapped.

Bill snarled at you. “Just because you and Eric are fornicating, does not mean you have any authority over me. So, you would be wise to watch your tone.”

The car slid to a sudden stop causing you to rock forward. You glanced to Sookie with a frown.

“Get out,” she said.

“Pardon?” the vampire asked.

“You heard me, Bill Compton. Get the fuck out of my car. First, you insult me and then you threatened my friend.”

“I am not getting out of the car, Sookie. Just drive.”

“Fine,” she said before throwing off the seatbelt. She got out of the car, taking the keys with her and slamming the door.

Bill groaned and started to open the door until you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got this. I think you’ve done enough.” You followed after your friend without giving him a chance to respond. You were surprised to find she’d already put a good deal of distance between herself and the car. She apparently could get a move on when she was pissed. You jogged after her. “Sookie. Wait up.”

She slowed and turned to you with a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Something was in the brush keeping pace with you but you didn’t even react. No sense in freaking out the telepath unless necessary. “Hey,” you said as you reached her.

“Hey,” she said as she turned to start walking again. You put a hand on her arm to stop her.

“Stay still.”

She looked at you in confusion until another burst of sound came from the trees around you. She jumped a little. “What was that?”

You hummed to let her knew you heard, but you were too busy listening to give her more of an answer. You needed to pinpoint the origin of that noise so you could get Sookie the hell out of here. Suddenly, a figure stepped into the path and caught your attention. What the fuck was that? It was a thin figure with a bull’s head and large clawed hands. You pulled Sookie behind you so you were between her and the beast.

The only weapon you had was your knife and you certainly didn’t want to face this thing with just that. As the beast hunched forward in a charging pose, you pushed Sookie down the path. “Run, Sookie.”

“What?”

“Just run!” You yelled as the beast launched itself toward you. Shit it was fast. You might be able to outrun it, but Sookie couldn’t and you were keeping yourself between the two of them. Your only hope at the moment was that your vampire felt your terror and was on his way to perform a daring rescue. Or something like that.

You didn’t look back—looking back only slowed you down. You just kept running and pushing Sookie forward when necessary. Then white-hot pain raked across your back as claws tore through your clothes to rend the flesh. Fuck. You collapsed to the ground and curled in on yourself. Oh god, that hurt.

Sookie screamed at a rather impressive decibel then yelled for Bill before kneeling next to you. “Oh my god. Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” you said on a groan. “Fuck.” The wounds burned and you really wanted to what the hell had attacked you because this wasn’t an ordinary injury.

“Bill, do something,” Sookie ordered.

You chuckled though it was masked in another moan of pain. Compton wasn’t going to do shit for you.

“Eric will be here shortly. He would not appreciate my interference. We should go.”

“I’m not leaving her here.” Sookie sounded disgusted at the mere thought and you were certain you didn’t have to worry about her returning to Bill any time soon.

“I should hate think you were refusing to render aid to my mate, Bill,” Eric’s smooth voice flowed over you. Despite the implied threat, he barely spared the other vampire a glance as he crouched by your head. He brushed hair away from your face and ran his gaze over your face to see how you were handling the injury.

“Something’s wrong,” you forced out through clenched teeth.

He bit into his wrist and held it out for you to drink. You took a long swallow before jerking away with a cough. Then you heaved as you vomited up the blood. The motion made your back burn in fresh pain.

“Fuck,” Eric muttered. “What attacked her?”

“I don’t know what it was. A man with a bull’s head. It just stood in the dark then charged at us,” Sookie explained, still sounding terrified.

“Clawed hands. The wound burns. Like acid,” you added.

Eric gathered you up in his arms. “Bill escort Sookie to her car, then walk home. Miss Stackhouse can finish the drive without you I believe.”

He undoubtedly argued, or would have if Eric had given him the chance, but you two were already on your way back to Fangtasia.

You passed out on the trip and were awoken by someone poking at your wound. You were laying on your stomach on something soft in the middle of the club. You hissed and turned your head to see a very short woman in scrubs. Eric stood nearby with his arms crossed over his chest as he observed. Once he realized you were awake, he was by your side in an instant, kneeling by your head.

One hand brushed your hair away from your face and he grasped your hand with the other. “All will be fine, mitt allt.” He shifted his attention to the doctor. “What is it?”

“We don’t have a lot of choices. She’s been poisoned.” She paused to examine something on her glove. “You hear of Komodo dragons? Their mouths are teeming with bacteria. They bite you then follow you around until you succumb to the toxins and you are helpless. Then it will devour you alive.”

“This wasn’t a Komodo dragon,” Eric responded in annoyance.

“No. But the toxin is similar, only much more effective. I don’t think I’ve seen it before but it’s hard to tell without further testing and we don’t have that kind of time.” She pulled a blue bottle from her bag and looked at Eric. “You need to leave so I can remove her clothing.”

You squeezed his hand. You didn’t want him leaving you alone.

“She is my mate. I will stay.”

The woman’s gaze shifted to you and you gave a small nod.

She sighed. “Very well. You can help then.” They stripped your shirt, Eric doing his best to jostle you as little as possible. It still hurt like a bitch. “Hold her down.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. Your fears were validated when the doctor opened that blue bottle and poured it across the wounds on your back. Whatever was in that vial hurt far worse than the wound itself. You clenched your teeth against the pain before finally giving up and releasing a scream that left your throat raw. Just as the pain began to subside, the bitch of a doctor dug one of her fingers into the wound and dragged it the length. “Fucking fuck. Son of a bitch.”

You weren’t certain how long the torment went on. It could have been hours or minutes that simply felt like hours. Finally, she finished. You were exhausted and still hurt, but apparently you weren’t dying any longer. “You can give her your blood now. Her body should accept it. I’ll expect payment by the end of the week.”

Eric gave her a nod then bit into his wrist before offering it to you. You drank long and deep. When you finished, you remained still as you waited for the healing to kick in. Eric sat beside you, holding one of your hands in his own. Once the pain had mostly subsided, you opened an eye to peer at him. “A couple more decent injuries and I’ll have more of your blood in me than my own.”

He gave you a look that said you weren’t nearly as funny as you thought you were. “I sent Pam and Chow into the woods. They found nothing but a scent they couldn’t recognize.”

You huffed. “That’s helpful. Is it healed yet?”

“Nearly. Let me get you something to wear.” He released your hand and you closed your eyes as you waited for him to come back. You heard him sit but kept your eyes shut. “Do you recall the last time your father drank from you?”

You furrowed your brow. What an odd question. But it had been months at this point now that you thought about it. “Three months. Maybe four. Why?”

“Because he felt your panic almost as soon as I did. Not only have I drunk from you far more recently, but as you’ve said, you’ve had quite a bit of my blood. It should have diluted your connection with him.”

He was right but you had no answers for him so you simply shrugged.

He hummed then stood. “Come, mitt allt, let’s get you cleaned up.”

***

You called your father as Eric drove you home. You were dressed in an oversized t-shirt from the bar and your panties. Everything else had probably been burnt by now.

“Y/N,” he answered. Oh, he was pissed.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me. What the fuck is going on over there? You quit working for me because you were tired of all this shit but here you are nearly dying for free. Is it worth it?” His tone was one you rarely heard directed at you and you didn’t like it. It immediately had you on the defensive.

“So are you pissed I was hurt or pissed I don’t work for you anymore? I’m having trouble telling.” Eric’s hand found your thigh and gave it a little squeeze. You laced your fingers together with his and held his hand.

“Don’t start that shit with me, Y/N Y/M/N. This is twice you’ve nearly died in as many days. I have every right to be furious. At least if you were still working for me, I’d know exactly where you were and what you were up against. I could send the entirety of the resources at my disposal to assist you.” He paused and sighed. You could picture him pacing his office as he spoke to you. “I want you to come home.”

Eric’s hold on your hand tightened.

“Eric is my mate. I am home.”

You heard something break on his side of the line. “You haven’t completed the ceremony yet. It’s not too late to back out.”

“I accepted his claim. That is enough and you know it. What is this? I thought you liked him?” You took your hand back to rake it through your hair.

“That was before he proved himself utterly incapable of protecting you,” your father snapped.

You swore you could almost feel the irritation and paid radiating off Eric. You took a breath to calm yourself before responding to Roman. “Eric doesn’t have to protect me because he has faith in me to protect myself. And when things went bad, he was there to pick me up and take care of me. How many times exactly did I nearly die running errands for the Authority? I lost count but I’m sure you have a tally somewhere. I don’t want to talk to you for a few days. Please don’t call me.” With that you hung up.

You were nearly home before Eric spoke. “Are you all right?”

“Sure. You?”

He chuckled. “He is not my father.”

You thought about saying he wasn’t yours either, but that would be a lie and you knew it. Biology be damned, Roman Zimojic was your father in every way that mattered. You simply sighed and turned to look at the window.