#i finally got over my coma that this ask put me in but now writing this response has put me in another coma

[hotshotsxyz]

these tangled threads

(buddie) (2.3k words) (6x11 spec) i've been back for five minutes and immediately decided i needed to write some spec fic so uh, here we are, have some coma!buck :)

Evan picks at a loose thread on his sleeve and stares at the screen in front of him. His latest in a long line of temp jobs has him feeling disquieted. Even more lost than usual, somehow. He wonders if it isn’t because he’s back in California.

It’s been years since he graced the west coast with his presence, and it’s hard to explain why he’s back now. 

It certainly isn’t for the work. Digitizing old files might be the worst job he’s ever had, and that includes the summer he spent digging drainage ditches in Florida. 

He’s felt restless, though, as of late, an itch beneath his skin that he can’t seem to scratch. Evan pulls at the thread again and a little more of his sleeve unravels. He lets the red string dangle and returns his attention to the file in front of him. 

June 22nd, 1985. 

Evan sighs quietly and flips the folder open. He arranges the sheets nestled inside by color. Red for fire, white for police, yellow for medical. He pulls the stack of red towards him and begins the process of painstakingly typing in each detail all over again. 

Twenty years of files and he hasn’t even made it through the first. 

…

He’s just begun working on the 26th when there’s a soft knock on the slightly ajar door to his closet-turned-office. A young woman pokes her head in and immediately wrinkles her nose. 

“Wow, I don’t think they could’ve found a darker room to put you in if they tried.”

“It’s uh– it’s… fine?” Evan ventures. 

The young woman snorts and pushes the door further open, allowing a small sliver of natural light to stain the carpet. 

“I’ll have to ask Eddie to find out for sure, but I’m pretty sure this is a fire code violation,” she says with a wry grin. 

Evan smiles, a little cautiously. “You’d know better than me,” he says, tapping the file in front of him, “my knowledge currently ends in 1985.”

The woman chuckles softly. “Anyway, a couple of us are going to grab lunch from the food truck across the street. You want to get out of this cave and come with?”

Evan bites his lip and glances at the stack of files to his left. 

“I’m May, by the way,” she says. 

“Evan,” he replies, but even as he says it, something about it feels wrong. Like the shape of his own name is unfamiliar to his tongue.

“Come on,” May says, backing out of the room but leaving the door wide open, “you’ll go crazy sitting in here all day.”

Evan stands before he’s consciously made the decision to do so. “You’re right,” he says. “Can’t stay here forever.”

…

The food truck reminds him a little of a postcard Maddie sent him a few years back, a generic one with no location and no return address. It’s funny, the way she’d flipped the script on him when she finally left Doug. 

He hasn’t gotten a new one in a few months, but who knows if the long string of forwarding addresses he’s kept is still intact. 

There’s a small group of blue and maroon polo-clad individuals huddled beneath a large beach umbrella nearby, and May leads him to them. 

“Hey guys! This is the new temp Sue mentioned yesterday, Evan,” she introduces him. 

Another wave of discomfort hits him and he frowns a little. He tries to wipe the expression off his face before anyone catches it, but at least one of them notices. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Evan,” May continues, “this is Linda, Josh and Eddie.” She points to each of them in turn. 

Linda and Josh both offer him a warm greeting, but Eddie simply nods. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and a seemingly permanent furrowed brow, and Evan finds himself picking again at his frayed sleeve under the man’s scrutinizing gaze. 

Evan wants to look away, but finds that he can’t. 

The moment seems to stretch and pull into something more akin to molasses than time, slowly crystalizing into a shape that feels recognizable. Evan feels the urge to reach out, the inexplicable need to pull Eddie to safety. 

Eddie’s phone rings, and the moment shatters. 

“Excuse me,” he says, and Evan would swear he’s heard that voice before. 

…

By the time Eddie returns, Evan’s halfway through a taco and a story about his time as a ranch hand. The others seem interested enough, but Evan’s boring himself. He knows how the story ends – another place he couldn’t stay, another set of fraying loose ends. 

“Have we met before?” Eddie suddenly interrupts. 

Evan’s certain they haven’t, certain he would remember if they had, but there’s a nagging sensation in the back of his head that begs him to reconsider. “I’m not sure,” he says after a moment. 

“On a call, maybe?” Eddie presses. 

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I’ve never called 9-1-1,” he says. 

Eddie shakes his head impatiently. “I’m not a dispatcher,” he says. “I used to be a firefighter, though.”

An image flashes through Evan’s mind. It’s Eddie, but he looks younger. Or – maybe younger isn’t right. Less burdened. His posture is straight and he’s wearing turnouts and a warm smile. He has the look of someone who’s settled in his skin, someone who knows exactly who he is and isn’t afraid of that knowledge. He’s so incredibly familiar, but Evan knows they haven’t met. Not in this lifetime, anyway. 

He shakes his head again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think so. I haven’t been in LA in years.” Evan feels like he’s lying, even as he knows he’s telling the truth. 

Eddie’s lips twist into a small frown, a painful expression Evan is suddenly desperate to wipe away. 

“Who was on the phone?” he blurts. 

The question works, and Eddie’s frown fades into something closer to a tired smile. “My son,” he says, “Christopher.”

“Whoa, you got a kid?” Evan’s voice seems to echo in his own ears. 

Christopher, he’s seven. 

And super adorable. 

“One that’s growing up way too fast,” Eddie says. His tone is light, but the guilt in his expression says everything he doesn’t. 

He doing okay?

Better than me. 

Evan turns his attention back to his frayed sleeve, and realizes it isn’t just one string, it’s two, tangled so tightly together he’s sure they’ll never unwind. 

…

“Buck,” someone says, and Evan’s head snaps up so fast it hurts.

There’s no one there. He’s alone in his dingy longstay motel room, picking at a plate of microwave lasagna that makes him wish desperately that he’d learned how to cook somewhere along the way. 

The room shouldn’t feel silent, not with the buzzing air conditioner and thin walls, but it does and it’s oppressive. Evan flips on the TV and hopes it’ll be enough. 

A red headed reporter fills the screen, and something like anxiety twists in his chest. He reaches for the remote but freezes when the image changes. 

“...three alarm blaze that displaced multiple families was extinguished early this morning by multiple teams of firefighters. Incident commander Robert Nash commented at the scene.”

“Our team performed admirably tonight. We just wish you were there with us.”

Evan’s brow furrows and he sits back, watching as the camera pans to two paramedics bandaging the arm of a young firefighter with dark skin and a pained expression.

…

In the morning, a postcard from Maddie arrives. 

Strangely, the image on the front is of a small, nondescript house with three pairs of shoes set neatly by the front door. 

Evan flips the card over to read the inscription. 

We miss you. Please come home.

There’s no postage, and no return address. 

Evan shivers and grabs his hoodie from the bed. It’s only when he pushes his knuckles through the end of his sleeve that he notices his two strings have turned to nine, all varying degrees of tangled, though none as long or as tightly woven as the first two he’d noticed. 

His head aches, and he wishes more than anything he could follow Maddie’s instructions. 

Home though… he doesn’t know where that is. 

…

Evan finds himself at the pier with no memory of how he got there. It looks familiar but wrong, dotted with rides and attractions he knows are long gone. He looks to his left and finds a young boy staring at him, no older than eight. 

“You ever think about what you want to do with your life? What you want to be when you grow up?” the boy asks him. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Evan replies. 

The boy ignores him and continues speaking. “I hope you do find something you love,” he says. 

“I did,” Evan replies instinctively. He hesitates. “Or I thought…”

The boy looks at him, and suddenly he’s older. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. The doctors can fix you.”

Evan gasps and stumbles back. There’s a roaring in his ears. He turns just in time to see the wave that swallows him whole. 

…

What am I supposed to do if you– you promised, Buck. Chris needs you, and I–

…

Evan sputters and coughs until a river flows from his mouth. He’s standing in a bathroom, in front of a mirror, covered in blood. 

The strings from his tattered sleeve wrap around his fingers now, difficult but not impossible to distinguish from the horrible stains on his skin. 

The door behind him swings open, and a man walks in. 

Immediately, Evan is comforted, though he doesn’t know why. 

“Everyone’s out there,” the man says. “Waiting.”

“Why?” Evan asks. 

The man frowns. 

“I was just the guy standing there when it happened,” Evan continues. 

“I need you to open your eyes, kid,” the man says. 

Evan blinks– once, twice, and he’s back in his office. 

…

The door swings open. 

“None of us are better off, you know,” a woman with a shaved head says as she steps into the room. “I know you think it sometimes, but we’re not.”

“I don’t understand,” Evan says. 

“Bobby’s a wreck. And Eddie… I’ve never seen him react like that to anything. Reminded me of you, actually.”

“You know me?” Evan asks, feeling more and more desperate. The walls around him feel like they’re closing in. 

“Point is, we don’t work without you. So I’m going to need you to wake up and come be a firefighter again, okay?” The woman turns on her heel and leaves. 

“Wait!” Evan calls, but it’s too late. 

He blinks again and finds himself in the middle of a grocery store, clutching a box of cat laxative to his chest. 

…

“Buck?” A man asks, striding towards him. He’s wearing a firefighter’s uniform and has a scar in the middle of his forehead. “Man, what are you doing here,” he says. It doesn’t sound like a question. 

“I'm just here to– to do some... some shopping,” Evan replies. 

The man shakes his head. “This isn’t right,” he says. “It isn’t supposed to happen like this. You need to come home.”

“I want to,” Evan whispers. “I don’t know how.”

The box falls from his hands, tearing at the red strings that no longer seem to come from his sleeve but from his skin instead. 

“Maddie’ll be back soon,” the man says. “She stayed with Jee overnight, but she’s on her way now. I know you’re not going to wake up for me, but maybe you could wake up for her? She needs you.”

The man claps Evan on the shoulder and spins him around, and suddenly he’s face to face with the sister he hasn’t seen in years. 

…

“Maddie!” Evan cries, throwing himself towards her. She catches him in a tight hug. 

“I miss you, little brother,” she says sadly. 

“I’m right here,” Evan says. 

“What happened to you,” Maddie whispers. 

Evan shakes his head. Tears begin to pool in the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know, Maddie. I’m scared.”

…

He’s flatlining again! 

Ma’am, please step back and let us do our jobs. 

That’s my brother!

And we’re doing everything we can to save him. 

…

Evan gasps awake in his motel room, alone again. Or maybe– he was alone the entire time. Just dreaming. It always feels so real. 

The TV is still on, but now it’s the weather. A grim meteorologist addresses him. 

“High winds and rain are in the forecast tonight, but the real danger is the lightning. Shelter away from tall trees and poles, and whatever you do, don’t go climbing any ladders.”

Evan shudders. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He’s in danger. 

The door swings open, and Eddie walks in. 

“Buck,” Eddie says, and though it isn’t his first time hearing the name, it’s the first time he understands that it’s his. 

Buck stands. 

“You have to open your eyes,” Eddie says, “okay? You have to.”

“I’m looking right at you,” Buck says softly. 

Eddie shakes his head and the meaning is obvious. You’re looking right at me, but you still don’t see.

“The doctor’s,” Eddie says shakily, “they say you might never wake up. But I don’t believe that, Buck. I know you. I know you better than they do and I know you’re not going to give up on us like that.”

Buck reaches out on instinct and lays his string wrapped hand over Eddie’s heart. 

In an instant, it all comes rushing back to him. 

“You have to wake up,” Eddie says. 

“I’m trying,” Buck gasps. 

“You have to, because I can’t do any of this without you, Buck. I don’t want to.”

Buck remembers the moment lightning struck him. He remembers the moment before the pain, remembers feeling, just for a moment, like he might be immortal. He remembers Eddie crying out his name. 

Eddie’s hands encircle his, and the red string tangles them together. 

“Please, Buck,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “Come home.”

With a herculean effort, Buck squeezes back.

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Mama’s Girl Part 1

Summary: Chris Navigating being a single dad to a teenage girl until an unexpected visitor arrives

Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Underage drinking, Drug use (weed), Teenage pregnancy, toxic parents, talks of comas. Lmk if i’ve missed anything

A/N: THIS IS NOT A PREGNANCY TROPE. This chapter makes it seem like one but it is not. i didn’t write this Chapter, my best friend did and has asked me to continue the story because she quit tumblr. I’ll try and get the next part out asap.

Adria Pronunciation : Ahh, deer, ahh

PRESENT DAY

“It's okay baby come on,” Chris said as he gently moved his extremely high daughter up the stairs as she continued to bawl her eyes out.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” She repeated over and over again as she clung onto her dads night shirt.

It broke Chris’ heart to see his little girl this upset. He forever cursed the day her mother left. He cursed it because it meant that Adira was never given a proper mother child relationship that she needed. It meant that she was subject to such heavy bullying because she never knew what the love of a mother felt like. It meant that she forever blamed herself for seeing her Father crumbling because the love of his life had vanished. It meant that when she was only 5 she had to bang on Matt’s door with her little fists in tears because she couldn't wake her dad up. It meant that at 4 she had to knock on Nick’s door and ask him to take her to school because her dads bedroom door was locked. It meant that Chris almost ruined his whole career by nearly having his own child ripped from his hands.

But after years of trying hard to fix himself up and care for his daughter, he and Adira were finally happy it had all been destroyed by one singular phone call. A phone call that brought back all those old emotions that Adira had been suppressing. Those feelings of guilt, sadness, and anger came rushing back but now she had a way to get rid of those feelings.

Weed.

Chris didn’t know where she got it from or where she got the money for it, but Chris knew weed and he knew that it would have had to be pretty damn strong to put here in this state.

“I ruined everything, dad I'm so so sorry. I've never done it before I promise, I'm just tired of feeling sad, I'm so so tired” She cried as they got to the top of the staircase.

Chris’ heart broke once again.

“It’s okay baby, this is hard on you I know it is. It’s gonna be okay.” He cooed as he helped her to her bedroom.

He very gently laid her on her bed, wiping her tears away with his thumb as he fought with himself to keep his own tears at bay. Sometimes he hated how much she looked like her because it was a constant reminder of what he had lost. Don’t get him wrong, Chris loved his daughter with every single bone in his body and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but he also loved her mother. He loved her mother more than he could even fathom and  though people always said she looked like Chris he couldn’t help but see so much of her mother in her.

He gently took off her shoes, putting them in her wardrobe before sitting her up against her headboard and using a makeup wipe to wipe away the makeup she was wearing, wiping away tears that fell in the process.

“Okay baby, let's get you into bed now,” Chris said as he laid her back down on the bed and put the blanket over. Adira only cried harder at that, “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Please don’t leave me, I'm scared of being alone please don’t leave me alone.” Adira gripped onto Chris’ hand desperate for some sort of presence in the room with her. 

“I’m not going anywhere Bambi, I'm just gonna tuck you in and I'm gonna stay right here.” Chris whispered as he calmed his daughter down and then laid beside her, allowing her to snuggle up into his side and lay there till she fell asleep.

2 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Hey, Y/n…you okay? You look…nervous,” Justin asked as he stepped out of the way for her to enter.

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Urm is Chris here? I really need to talk to him.” Y/n asked, playing with the bracelets on her wrists as a way of trying to calm herself down.

“Yeah, he’s in his room,” Justin said as he pointed upstairs. Justin had always viewed Y/n as a little sister, he really did care for her deeply and seeing her this distressed really just didn’t sit right with him. He knew something was up but he also knew Y/n would simply shut down if he dared say anything so he just let her go, hoping that he would somehow get to the bottom of whatever it is that was bugging her.

Y/n didn’t bother knocking on Chris’ door, she gently opened the door and spotted him at his computer typing away at something.

“Hey Chris,” Y/n started as she gently shut and locked his door. She couldn’t afford any sort of distractions from the rest of Chris’ family. She needed this to happen and she needed it to happen now.

Chris momentarily looked up before going back to his computer screen, “Hey babe, just give me one second to finish this post and ill be right with you.” 

Y/n sat on his bed nervous as ever, trying to rehearse what she was going to say. How exactly do you tell your boyfriend he accidentally got you pregnant at 17 and your parents are just about ready to kill him? And how was she supposed to prepare for his reaction? Chris’ could decide to run. He could decide he didn’t want to be a part of this child's life, he could decide to break up with her on the spot. He could…

“What’s up mama,” Chris interrupted her thought as he crashed onto his bed next to her, a love sick smile plastered on his face. She winced at the word ‘Mama’ knowing that it was now or never.

“Chris’ i need to tell you something and it’s really important.” Y/n said quietly as tears started to well in her eyes. Chris noticed this and his mind immediately went to what he thought was the worst, 

“Did you cheat on me?” He asked, looking down.

 “What? No, why would you even think that.”

 “Are you breaking up with me?” 

“No, but I might if you don’t shut up.” Chris looked up at her confused. “Then what is it?”

Y/n took a deep breath, she needed to tell  him before it was too late.

She looked him dead in the eye, a single tear falling as she whispered

“I’m pregnant Chris.”

Present day

Half an hour later, Chris was crying in his brother's bed as he clung onto Nick. They had been in this position before, Adira asleep in one room and Chris having a breakdown in the other.

“It’s not your fault Chris,” Nick whispered as he gently moved his curls out of his face “You couldn’t have done anything to stop it. She snuck out, it's not your fault.”

“I got Y/n pregnant, I put her in that coma, i didn’t step up as a father to Adira until it was almost too late. And now she’s high as a kite in her room. All this is my fault, i fucked everything up.” Chris cried.

Nick could only attempt to comfort him the best he could, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake Adira up.

“She’s gonna be okay Chris, everything's gonna be okay.” Nick soothes

“they said she asked for me. She asked to see me. I don't think I can do it, Nick.” Chris chuckled a bit, “It’s sort of funny, for years i begged her to wake up and now she’s finally up i can’t bring myself to see her.”

Nick knew he was only laughing as a coping mechanism but he still put a smile on his face, When he heard the news that Y/n had woken up, it was like everything in the world stopped. He didn’t even get any more news before he threw his phone on the floor, smashing it in the process. Luckily Matt just happened to be in the room with him and had taken control of the current situation, getting the information needed form the doctor and trying to calm Chris down from the panic attack he was very clearly having.

Nick tightened his grip on his crying brother and simply whispered “It’s okay Chris, everything will be okay.”

8 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“What do you mean you’re leaving the school?” Chris questioned as his Girlfriend sat on his bed, watching him pace around his bedroom

“My parents want me out before anyone can notice, they said i'm starting to show and that some people were confused as to why i went from wearing tank tops to hoodies. They just want to be safe. They said homeschooling was the best option for me.” Y/n replied, struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah, well what do you think?” Chris asked and Y/n stopped. Come to think of it, so far she hadn’t really been asked what she thought about much regarding the pregnancy. Her mother had forced the brand new clothes, brand new curfew, brand new extracurriculars, brand new skin appointments. She sorted out all the artificial things whereas her dad made sure that there were cameras all over the house. He installed locks that only he had the key for, he boarded up certain windows to shop for any sort of ‘unneeded attention’. She had no say in how she felt, what she wanted, what restrictions she felt were going too far. She didn't even get a say in whether she wanted to keep the pregnancy or not so she hadn’t really thought about what she thought about the whole ordeal.

“I don’t wanna not see you or my friends throughout the day, you guys are the only thing in my life that brings me any sort of joy right now, but i also don't want to ruin my parents name. I can’t be the downfall to their success Chris… I just can't.” Y/n’s parents (Lilly and Tommy) owned a major law firm, one that was currently making insane amounts of money but even a small scandal such as a teenage pregnancy could potentially affect their number of clients and so the couple had opted to hide her pregnancy until Y/n the 2 can be passed of as  a sister or cousin.

“I hate this so much Chris. I hate that this pregnancy is ruining my senior year. I hate that I feel guilty about not wanting a child yet, I hate that I've dragged you into this, I hate that your family might view you differently now, I hate that I've strained your youtube career, I just… i just hate all of this”Y/n confessed, finally getting everything off her chest.

Chris just walked over to her and rapped his hands around her waist and whispered into her ear, “I'm gonna visit you everyday. I’ll bring Matt and Nick too, and we're gonna help you through everything. We’re gonna make sure you’re not isolated at all. We’re gonna pick out baby clothes, we’re gonna find out the gender together, we’re gonna stay up for hours talking about baby names, we’re gonna be okay. Imma get my papers straight and imma come straight to you baby, i promise. How does that sound?

No answer

“Y/n?” Chris asked as he looked down to see her asleep.

Fatigue, Chris thought to himself as he layed her down on his bed and threw a blanket over her, finally letting her sleep.

11 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Are you out of your mind?” Mary-Lou screamed at Lilly and Tommy, “How dare you even consider such a horrible thing!”

“Mary-lou, I understand this may be hard for you to understand but this is what needs to happen. Think of everything this pregnancy has put at stake. Separating Y/n and Chris may be the best option right now.”

“That child has 2 parents, one of which is Chris who is willing to care for both Y/n and the baby. How dare you try to take that from him!” Jimmy exclaimed

Chris’ grip on Y/n’s hand tightened and his other hand continued to stroke her hair as they listened to the argument that their parents were having downstairs.

“This is such bullshit!” Matt exclaimed from his seat on his couch, “I mean neither of you want to be separated and Y/n isn’t gonna want to go through a pregnancy alone so why would they even consider separating the 2 of you?”

“They’re trying to ignore the whole thing. Stop the chances of anyone finding out and I guess getting rid of Chris was the best way of doing that. I mean then I have nobody to go baby clothes shopping with or complete ultra sounds and stuff like that, reducing the chance of me wanting to do them.”

“That still doesn't make it right, or fair! I mean, i don't understand wh-”

“Christopher, Y/n! Get down here at once!” Tommy screamed

“Good luck,” Nick said to the pair as they got up and made their way downstairs. Lilly was sat on one side of the large dining table and Tommy was stood behind her and Jimmy and Mary-lou were both on the other side of the table.

“Christopher, i know this may be hard on both of you but we have decided that it would be best if you and Y/n are to be separated for a little time, then when the baby come we can schedule meeting times and-”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re not taking my child or my girlfriend from me.” Chris stated firmly. He wasn’t going to back down. He knew if he wanted this he would have to fight for it. He couldn’t back down. He needed to show them they had no right to chose his life for him.

“Oh for goodness sake child!” Tommy exclaimed, “Look at your life! You're in high school! You play lacrosse instead of focusing on your grades. Your parents aren’t the richest of them all. You have a blood youtube channel! You are in no position to raise a child. You just can’t. Boys like you always think they can do it and then they just run off leaving the girl and the child. I won't let that happen. I can’t afford a child like you to ruin my life. I can-” “Dad just shut up!” Y/n screamed back. “If Chris can’t see me I'm not going home with you. This is his child too, you can’t just take that away from, and for once in your life can you just stop about your stupid reputation and think about what you are doing.”

“What do you mean you're not coming home?” Lilly questioned, ignoring everything else her daughter had told her.

“I mean i’m not coming home.”

“Y/n if you do this we are cutting all ties with you. We are cutting you off both financially and emotionally and you are getting rid of that child's only stable grandparents. Do you really want to do that?”

If that's what it takes for Chris to stay in this child's life then so be it.”

PRESENT DAY

The next morning Adira woke up with the worst headache she had ever had. Stumbling downstairs she was met with Nick and Matt arguing over what the correct way to make frnch toast was. 

“Nick, you're such an idiot, it's painful. You can’t put nutmeg in french toast!”

“Just because you can’t cook doesn't mean I'm an idiot Bernard!” “Damn Uncle Matt, you can’t let that one slide!” Adira said, making the pair jump and turn around.

“Hey Bambi, how are you feeling?” Nick asked, walking up to her and pulling her into a hug.

“Bad, everythings a little…loud right now. Where's dad?”

“In the garden, i think you should go see him” Matt chimed in, pointing towards the back door where she could see her dad playing with Tessa, their dog. 

She slowly made her way out the house and into the garden preparing for a lecture from her dad, but when Chris saw her he simply smiled and tapped the spot of grass that was next to him, indicating that she should sit with him.

As she did so she quickly said, “I’m sorry dad, I really don’t know what happened last night.” She said looking down.

“It’s okay Adi, I know, it's okay.” He said ruffling her curls a bit  before he went back to stroking Tessa. “I do need to talk to you though.” He said looking down a bit caused Adira’s heart to drop a little.

“I think I'm going to go and see your mom. I know she’s probably confused but I just think I have to do this. For me, for you and for her. We can’t avoid this forever Adi. I just… I have to do it. I have to overcome whatever fear this is. You take your time okay. Let me know when you’re ready to see her and I'll take you,I just…I can't wait any longer.” Chris said quietly. He expected Adira to cry, maybe get mad or just walk away from him all together but instead she gently brought her dad into a hug.

“It’s okay dad, I get it. Do what you think is right.”

Chris just broke down at that. She understood. She understood.

“I love you Bambi. More than anything in the whole world, and im so proud that your my daughter.” Chris whispered as some tears dropped.

“I love you too dad. So much.”

[cherrybloosomgirl29]

Wade and Logan Full House AU Part 2

Rogue’s Date

summary: Remy asks Rogue out on a date. Feeling overprotective Logan drags Wade to go spy on them.

A/N:

so sorry if I suck at writing Gambit’s voice; this is my first time attempting it. I promise it will improve as the series goes on and I practice more. Also make sure to leave and comments if you have ideas for future chapters.

AO3 Link

“Do ya think he was askin’ me on a date? I mean Remy and I are friends but… a date?”

“Yes really!!!” Kitty squeals. Rogue has been terrified about the idea of having a romantic relationship ever since the manifesting of her mutant powers. The memory of her leaving her first boyfriend, Cody, in a coma for months is still haunting her. “Come on Marie, you gotta say yes!”

Rogue looks at her little sister and smiles “Well alright, one date can’t hurt. After all, Remy knows he can’t touch me like that; it should be fine.” Rouge feels her heart swell in excitement. Yes, she was nervous about something going wrong and accidentally hurting her friend, but she was excited to finally go out on a date with someone who understood what it was like to struggle with mutant powers.

“Hey Remy,” Rogue says with all of her southern charm.

“What is it chere?” Remy says with a sly smile. He was in love with this girl, and his heart practically burst out of his chest when she looked at him, but he hid it all behind a mask of Cajun charm.

“I say yes. I’ll go out with you. But you gotta pick me up at my place, ya hear?”

Remy nods the same sly smile on his face. He was finally going out with the girl of his dreams.

The creaks open as Rouge and her three sisters arrive home from the school day. Rouge’s excitement is palpable. Of course, her sisters already knew about Rouge’s date tonight, but they kept silent, eager to witness how Wade, and especially how Logan will react.

“There’s that smile. What’s up Ro?” Wade says, smiling slyly. He knew about Rouge’s little crush on Remy Lebeau; she always wears the same smile after hanging out with him.

“Well… I got asked out on a date. It’s with Remy, don’t worry he’s a good guy and a nice boy, I promise I’ll be home early.” Rogue exclaims, rushing through her words nervously. Despite her excitement, part of her was still nervous about the date.

“That’s great Ro. Just remember-”

Suddenly Logan bursts into the room. “A DATE?!” Logan exclaims. “With Remy Lebeau, that kid is nothin’ but trouble Marie.”

“Oh Lo he’s fine!” Wade exclaims. “Let the girl have fun.”

“Let’s talk in private for a minute,” Logan whispers gruffly to Wade. “Girls, go on ahead and get ready for afterschool training. Start without us, we'll be there in a minute.

Logan pulls Wade into their bedroom, closing the door so Rouge can’t hear.

“Why are you acting like this?” Wade asks. “The girl just wants to have fun. It’s been a long time since she’s been able to open up to someone like that. Hell, she just started opening up to us.”

“I know, but I’m nervous Wade. She is still scared of herself and her powers. She is really anxious about this, I can tell.” Logan says, eyebrows furrowing, a palpable concern for his daughter on his face.

“She’s gotta put herself out there Lo. It’s the only way she’s going to get her confidence back. She’s a beautiful, smart, and caring girl, the world deserves to see that.”

“I know Wade, but why does it gotta be that Cajun kid? He’s a player. He’s got that written all over him. What if he touches her? What if he makes her feel uncomfortable? What if-”

Wade cuts him off, “shhh… now you're the one getting anxious. I understand you just want to protect her, but you have to let her go sometime.”

“Okay I’ll let her go. On one condition.”

Rouge breathes hard after a tough training session with Jubilee.

“Damn girl, you whipped my ass this time. Don’t do that to Remy later or he might not wanna go out again.”

Rouge laughs off Jubilee’s comment. She knows her sister is just joking, but Rogue’s fear of scaring, or even hurting Remy is still very real. She tried to take out all of her anxiety on her workout, but she can still feel the anxious thoughts clouding her brain.

“Hey, It’ll be alright,” Jubilee says in a comforting tone. “You’re a badass and if he doesn’t like you that’s his loss.”

“Thanks Jub.” Rogue sighs, accepting the comforting back pat from her sister.

Rogue quickly heads upstairs and gets ready for her date. She decides on wearing a soft pink dress that reaches just below her knees with elegant white gloves for safety. She decides on wearing low black heels and her hair in a long braid behind her back with the two white pieces left out and curled to frame her face.

“Ooo la la la! That’s my sister!” Kitty squeals when Rogue makes her way down the stairs, purse in hand.

“Thanks Kitty. Remy should be here any minute now.”

Logan and Wade come into the living to see their daughter all dressed up. A bittersweet feeling comes over both men as they see the scared girl they took in all dressed up and confident ready to go on a date.

“You look beautiful kid,” Logan says quietly. “Just remember if he makes you feel uncomfortable in ANY way you call us, alright?”

Rogue nods, “yea I know.”

“Just remember other thing,” Wade says “Boys ain’t shit.”

Rogue giggles and hugs tightly, making sure to not make any skin to skin contact. “Okay, he’s ya’ll I better be headin’ out.”

A few minutes later Logan and Wade are in Logan’s truck on their way to some mysterious location. Laura, who decided to tag along, sits in the back seat tapping a steady rhythm on the window.

“Okay Lo, tell me where we are going,” Wade says with an air of nervousness in his voice.

“Well I told ya I’d allow this whole date thing on one condition. Well this is my one condition.”

“We’re following them aren’t we?” Wade sighs with a disappointed but not surprised expression on his face.

Logan just nods and keeps driving.

Rogue and Remy arrive at a diner he picked out soon after. They order a key lime pie to share and nervously pick at.

“Sorry if I seem a bit on edge. I just haven’t done this in a while,” Rouge says sheepishly.

“That’s hard to believe chere,” Remy says his eyes soft and looking deep into Rogue’s.

Rogue blushes and is about to respond when she sees something out the diner window. It’s… Logan’s truck? Suddenly Rogue knew exactly what was going on and a wave of anger and embarrassment washes over her.

“Sorry Remy I gotta take care of somethin’ real quick, I’ll be right back.” Rogue says nervously before angrily walking out of the diner.

”HEY Y’ALL!” Rogue exclaims as she raps on the window of Logan’s truck.

Wade jumps in surprise, suddenly extremely embarrassed that he didn’t try harder to stop Logan from spying on their daughter.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!” Rogue yells. “DO Y’ALL NOT TRUST ME!”

Logan looks down clearly regretting his decision. “Look hun, I’m sorry. But I-“

”I don’t wanna hear it. You don’t trust me to control my powers. I knew it.” Rogue looks down hurt.

Wade nudges Logan’s shoulder, “I’m not digging you out of this one.”

Logan sighs, “I’m really really sorry hun. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… When we first took you in, you were a scared little thing. You could barely talk to us. I just feel a lil protective of you sometimes, okay? It’s cus I care. But I was wrong. Wade is right, we need to let you grow in your confidence.”

Rogue smiles softly through her angry tears. “I know you care…but you need to let me fly. I’m scared to do this too but I won’t ever gain the confidence if I don’t try.”

“I know. Have fun on your date hun. Call when your headin’ home, alright?”

”I will. And… I love you”

”I love you too hun”

Rogue waves to her family in the truck before heading back to the diner. Rogue has the confidence to do this. She puts on a brave smile before heading back to her date with Remy.

[rk-ceres]

Pretty Girl- George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader (Season of love event) Fred Weasley x Reader(platonic)

Timeline: 6 months after the battle of Hogwarts

Summary: Reader gets injured in the war saving Fred's life, after the war she wakes up six months later and falls in love with George who has been taking care of her loooooooooooonggggggg ass fic. had an idea and ran with it mutual pining (strangers to)/friends to lovers I just thought this idea was cute

Warnings: no use. of y/n or y/h/n its just ____, written in first person, crass language, some dirty jokes here and there, nothing physical, slow burn, !FRED LIVES!, reader is a flirt, mentions of death in the war, reader looses a leg in the war, George takes on care taker role for Fred after he gets injured after he was saved by reader, and any others i missed

A/N: decided to take a stab at the season of love event that one of my favorite writers are hosting right now and half way through i really wished i made this a series but i guess this works better as a long one shot with room for more parts. Theres just so much you can do with this imho but it is what it is sorry for the long ass read it was just too much fun to write this ended to where i could add on parts if i really wanted too so if it seemed unfinished i dunno 🤷‍♀️

My eyes fluttered open and hissed at the light in the room everything hurt groaning out in pain as i sat up “oh good.. youre awake. I was getting pretty lonely being in here the only one conscious” Fred called out to me as i rubbed the eye that wasn't covered in gauze “not to be rude or anything but where am i?” i asked moving my hand to rub the back of my neck feeling the popping groaning in some relief throwing a leg over the bed “whats the last thing you remember?” He asked looking at me i rolled my eyes yawning out “I was fighting back to back with one of Percy’s twin brothers… i found him after…. After Penny died…im not sure which twin i was fighting with… i didnt have the time to pick out the differences. Or ask… we were outnumbered ten to three… the minister of magic came in Percy made a god awful joke…. Which we all shared there was an explosion that flew me and the twin i was with against eachother before the wall could come down on us i put up a shield…. And then everything went black” he shifted on to his side “it was me, you saved me.” He smiled “youre Fred?” i asked finally looking at him taking in his broadening smile obviously thrilled that he had someone to talk too “yeah. Im Fred. And to answer your question, youre in George’s bed. We’re at my flat in the shop” he explained “what am i doing in George’s bed in your flat in your shop?" i made a confused face "i know i didn't fall asleep after an intense love making session after a night in the pub so forgive me i am a little confused" i huffed "no. you didn't sleep with my brother. not yet anyway" he rolled his eyes speaking in an amused voice “youre in his bed because after you saved me. The ground gave way under you. And you fell through three floors of the castle, you scratched your face on the rebar on your way down. It missed your eye by a centimeter. I carried you to Pomfrey, You were in a coma for about five months almost six. I insisted that id be the one to help you recover and with your physical therapy after you saved my life. My Fiancėe Angelina would’ve taken care of your injuries for me since you know… im a guy and youre a chick. Then i went and got myself blown up by Bellatrix trying to save my sister… I failed her and now? we’re in the same boat. George turned his room into our recovery room since its the biggest of the two. Angel even agreed to it. Shes really grateful to you. She and mums been taking care of your chest wound seeing as how youre a woman, George handles your eye and… and your leg.” he smiled filling in the details. “What do you mean my leg? physical therapy?” i asked confused furrowing my eyebrows pulling the blanket off of my waist i looked down at my legs to see my right leg had been amputated above the knee “Madame Pomfrey had to take it before you succumbed. Part of the wall fell on it and it was irreparable. I killed the death eater that did that to you” my eyes started to water breathing heavily because it looked like it was so close to killing me i was relieved that i was still alive "love... hey… calm down its okay” he tries to stand but winces falling back to his bed when a loud sob wracks through my lips “shit… GEORGE! GET IN HERE GEORGE NOW!” He yelled suddenly bursted through the door “she just woke up” he told his twin she started to dry heave he wordlessly pulled me into his chest “shhhhh youre okay love its okay.. youre safe.. youre safe.. Pretty girl youre safe.. Percy sat in here with you for two months straight” he cooed they stayed like that as he comforted me when i finally composed myself enough i pulled back slightly  “thank you” i whispered to him “sorry for ruining your nice shirt… i didnt.. i didnt mean to George” i said louder scooting back to leab my back against his headboard “dont worry about that beautiful, its just tears. im sorry you found out that way” he said softly kneeling by the edge of the bed

“Fred was supposed to WAIT to tell you.” He glared at his twin he smiled sheepishly “I didnt expect her to pull her blanket off!” Fred defended himself “that’s enough out of you Fred” he hissed “im George” he smiled at her gently "______ Barebone, I was a ______…" thinking back to my house in school "in your year. Friends with your brother he dated my best friend” “Penny” we said together and i smiled “youre sitting up on your own. Thats a good thing.” He smiled gently at me “is it alright if i checked your eye?” i bit my lip and nodded at him gently. “Can i borrow your owl to write Percy? I want to make sure he’s alright, we both lost Penny" i said barely audible “of course Pretty Girl let me just finish up here i'll get you parchment and a quill when mum and Ange get here” he chuckled He unwrapped the bandage on her face i hissed at the dull pain in my left eye “good… good love, dilation is good. Can you follow my finger for me?” He asked softly “you're tracking well with your left eye sweetheart.” He mumbled he softly covered my right eye with his palm “can you see anything lovely?” He asked “I see your nose… but its blurry” clearly unaffected by his testing of pet names and terms of endearment  he smiled “it looks like the cuts on your face will scar but Fred and I developed a cream that’ll make it go away in a month if you want to use it. I dont have to put the bandage back on… Is it okay if I check your leg?” He asked being extra aware with me being awake and aware of everything he got consent before making physical contact and i nodded not minding the physical contact he slowly cut away the bandages “any pain?” he looked up at me with his green eyes  “just my side” i whispered “yeah, Fred and Percy said you hit a lot of rebar going down after the wall. I’ll let mom and Ange know to up your healing regimen on your side" he sighed looking back at my leg "so wanna tell me why im in your bed and not in St Mungo's right now?" i asked "y'know men usually take girls out to dinner before having their way them in their bed... with their brother watching... never been one for exhibitionistm you know" i teased he snorted "that'd be the voyeur's fault" George winked pointing back to Fred teasingly "thanks for saving him by the way. don't worry Madame Pomfrey stops by every two weeks and she trained both me and Mum to take care of your daily needs. You're in good hands Angel" He added “incision looks good, you can start using the wheel chair youre a little ways away from getting a prosthetic” he smiled “George dear its time to change her….” “Shes up mum” George smiled “I’ll come back in a few minutes with lunch and your potions. I’ll send a quick Owl to Percy as well” He stood up after wrapping her leg then leaving the room giving the women privacy

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“Afternoon love. You look stunning today” Fred smiled when Angelina gave him a lingering kiss "get a room Voyeur" i stuck my tongue out at Fred he let out a fake offended gasp at me "excuse me ma'am, YOU'RE the one watching ME doesn't that make you the voyeur" he protested "well look at the kettle calling the cauldron black" i retorted "ooh you're just as annoying as..." Molly quickly cut him off before he could mention Ginny pulling the divider so he couldn't see her disrobing “heavens Angelina you're fine shes awake” Molly smiled “Molly Weasley love, ive been taking care of your side. Angies been helping while you were under” she smiles at me "_____, but George has been calling me Love, Pretty girl, Beautiful, Sweetheart, Angel... basically any pet name he can think of. quite endearing" i said with a small smile taking off the hospital gown they put me in “im Angelina, I wanted to thank you for saving my Fiancé” she gently taking off the bandages on my chest “it wasnt an issue I think he returned the favor and then some seeing as how he got blown up just seconds after i saved his behind” i chuckled glaring through the divider "I HEARD THAT BRATT! its not my fault that Bellatrix was a crazy witch out for blood" Fred protested "i fell through three floors for you. i get to have this!" i protested back “he didnt have to do much convincing. George was going to ask you to Yule ball, and any one who keeps that dingleberry alive is a friend in my book” Angie smiled breaking up the sibling squabble we were having “lift your arms for us?” Molly asked when Angelina finally got the bandage off “he was going to ask me to the ball?” I asked wincing when my arms came up armpit height dropping them slightly “ive got you girl” Angelina caught my arms and lifted so Molly could repair the split skin “yeah, he was. George wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks then McClaggen beat him to it. Sulked for weeks on end” Angie shook her head in amusement "he wouldnt stop moaning about it either" Fred chimed in "he was worse than moaning Myrtle" you could hear the disgust and teasing in his voice “thats sweet. He probably would’ve been a better choice. McClaggen was an arse” i smiled “your cut seems to be healing well, looks like you still have that infection. I’ll add the antibiotics back into your medicine” Molly smiled as she wrapped the bandage back around my chest taking down the divider again Fred promptly flipped me off where i just stuck my tongue out at him again

“Alright George, Fred, we’ll be off” Molly smiled “see you later love, have a good day at work. mum” Fred kissed Angie “call if you need anything George” Angelina smiled he nodded “Take these” George handed her the potions he sat on his bed next to her as he held the empty ones and handed me the full potion phials “how you feeling Pretty girl?” “Like i fell three floors out of a castle” i gagged drinking the potions that tasted exactly like feet "ugh you think that theyd be kind to people who almost die" i choked out  he chuckled “i would’ve said yes by the way” he cocked an eyebrow a me “Ange told her that you were going to ask her to Yule ball” Fred filled in “i wouldve said yes, McClaggen was a dick” i handed him the empty phials as he handed me the full bottles “we can go dancing later if you wanted too, i enjoy dancing i usually go to the muggle clubs on 5th. They have salsa nights, or ball room dancing. You know. to make up for the ball” i smiled his blush grew “i might just take you up on that when youre ready and comfortable enough on your new leg” he fell into a playful flirtation “even with one leg sir, i can out dance you” gaining a laugh from Fred “if youre already joking about having only one leg what was all that crying about?” “FRED!” George tried to scold “Honestly?” i cut him off looking to Fred “i was just glad it was my right leg. I had a bad tattoo that i had to get removed. Someone shouldve told that eater he didnt need to go THAT extreme” i jested “tattoo?” George asked “it was a swallow. It used to match my mom. honestly it really was a bad tattoo” i smiled “you think the healers would let me get a peg leg? OOH! I could even get an eye patch!” They both erupted into laughter “nah im just pulling your right legs since you know i dont have one” “alright alright stop!! It hurts to laugh dick head!” “HEY! Its peg leg to you! I dont have a dick. Or a dick head for that matter. But i will have a fake leg.” i yelled at Fred playfully he just laughed harder at that “ARG MATEY!”  The three share a laugh George catches his breath “who wouldve known you were so funny” he gave her a toothy grin that turned into a closed mouth smile “i make light of bad situations. My brother, ____. He used to call me sunshine and sing this stupid muggle song ‘ive got sunshine… on a cloudy day… when its cold out side, ive got the month of May….’” i laughed “my girl. From the temptations. He used to call me sunshine” “who knew you could sing” Fred Jested “i cant. But he could” i smiled at Fred “you have a brother?” George asked “Had” i smiled “took a curse for me told me to go find mum and dad, Dad died outside the room of requirement, protecting firsties. And my mom… she was tortured near the beginning.” i smiled sadly “Ginny ended up passing too” he smiled sadly she gave him a sympathetic smile squeezing his hand “i was crying because it looked like it came this close to crushing me entirely and for some reason im still alive. Something from the grace of Merlin im alive, i was happy that im Alive” i looked at George who was looking at me with a guilty expression

“come on handsome… wheres that pretty smile you had on for me i worked hard for that you know. Im not a good flirt. I was hoping youd lead, and hopefully ask me to dinner or coffee if i played my cards right. Its not every day someone as pretty as you are is willing to take care of me to laugh with me or at me” i reached up to his face he leaned into my touch chuckling completely red in the face “im okay, we four knew what was going on and what was at risk im okay. Promise.” i smiled softly at him he smiled “Handsome huh?” “You called me beautiful when im obviously a mess.” i shrugged he started smiling again she noticed his dimples and the way his cheeks creased and my face heated up “theres my pretty smile… you have really really pretty eyes… and dimples…. Did i mention i have a thing for guys with dimples.” i smiled rubbing a thumb on his cheek he looked down and back up to my eyes trying to find the right words “youre pretty even if youre a mess” he smiled softly “yep thats it. Ive decided. Youre the handsome twin.” “HEY!” Fred protested “take that!” George smiled laughing at triumphantly like that was an argument theyve had multiple times Fred who was pouting crossing his arms over his chest “youre the nicest twin” She smiled at Fred “acceptable” he smiled at me “im going to get your lunches” he smiled to them “thank you. Can i use your owl again? I need to owl gringots. Get some money for rent and food and care” i muttered to myself “no need. All taken care of” Fred said “you saved me. You dont pay for shit when in our care” he shrugged ending the conversation “do you really want a peg leg?” Fred asked out of the blue “i’ll take what i get.” i shrugged. “At least let me help with groceries” i huffed annoyed “once a month” George bargains “Zero times and shes happy about it” Fred protests “Three times but i let you pay for my prosthetic” she countered “no times, we pay for the prosthetic and she gets what she wants at the shop” fred demanded “we pay for your prosthetic, twice a month, you transfigure your own room, personal care supplies fully yours” George offered “thats a deal i can live with… did you just ask me to move in with you without you asking me out on a date first? When can i expect a proposal? Or should i ask Percy to bring Kingsley and skip to ‘I do’” i smiled at George and he flushed 50 shades of red as Fred snickered “you say youre not good at flirting but this is the third time youve rendered Georgie here speechless” Fred laughed she looked at Fred as he looked back at her “i cant help it i almost died, and lifes too short for me to keep being shy. Theres a first for everything right? Who wouldve known the first man outside of Percy and you i try to actually talk too would flirt with me. He could be my first love, my first actual relationship maybe. He could be my husband one day. Quit butting in youre ruining my shot i dont know how many of these i have you know. Mangled face and peg leg. I wanna get it right the first time! Who knows. Maybe if i flirt enough i’ll get him to fall completely head over heels in love with half of a girl i used to be Perc always told me to put myself out there. What a better time then now?” i shrugged Fred laughed “im not butting out Maam we share a room! Theres no possible way for me to butt out your business IS my business! And with the way youre going Love" Fred called out the way George would say it "he’ll be in love with you by the end of the week” Fred snickered George just shrugged “i had a crush on you in 5th year.” He looked at me it was my turn to be rendered speechless “you wont have to work too hard to make me fall for you Pretty Girl we're already half way there” he shrugged leaving the room leaving me speechless

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A month had passed Fred was able to start his Physical therapy and Molly wasnt coming by daily anymore “FUCK!” Fred screamed “come on Freddie you can do it!” i cheered him on from my seated position on the bed  “it feels like my insides are going to spill out” He whimpered clinging to Georges shoulder “two more steps Freddie. Just have to make it to the chair” George encouraged “FUCK FUCK” he groaned “almost there Freddie youve got this!” He slowly took another step as i cheered him on "come on Freddie boy make that chair your bitch" i teased  he looked at her and smiled “thanks love.” He smiled taking another step reaching the chair “alright good good sit rest. We’ll go back to bed in 5” he smiles at his twin George looked at me with a smile “time to check my stump handsome?” i looked up to George “yes pretty girl. Time to check your leg, and your eye” he smiled i removed the blanket hissing as she moved further up the bed and turning to throw my leg off the side he sits in the stool next to the bed “any pain?” He asked as he looked at my eye with the flash light “just my side. I think your mom said it was an infection again. Apparently my core isnt strong enough to battle muggle infections.” i shrugged “follow my finger” i watched his finger as he moved it “sometimes it feels like my leg is still there and and its like a sharp pain. But its not there and its weird” i talk as he covers my right eye “i can see your face” i smile at him “she woke up screaming last night” Fred said to the air “she said she was fine her leg just hurt” “why didnt i hear the scream?” He asked as he unwrapped the leg “she casted a muffelito on the room before she fell asleep” Fred ratted her out “tattle tail” i stuck my tongue out at him “brat” he hissed back “Baby!” She teased “toddler!” He yelled back “you have crappy hair!” i crossed my arms over my chest “TAKE THAT BACK!” Fred yelled “MAKE ME YOU CRIPPLE!” George laughed at the banter "PEGLEG!" he stuck his tongue out at me "you two are toddlers" George rolled his eyes  “i… have nightmares. I didnt think it was an issue” i said as he looked at the leg “youre healing fast. Should be able to take the staples out soon, we’ll call madame Pomfrey to come fit you for a prosthetic. Tell me if this hurts” he said as he gently massaged my thigh above the stump i gasped as he gently squeezed “feels great” i said breathily “teach me” i whispered to him he smiled as i placed my hands over his he looked back down putting his hands over mine as he moved my fingers showing me how to ease the pain of the lost leg “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer i smiled at him “thank you George for doing this for me” i looked down “hey. Its handsome to you, Pretty girl, you saved Fred. Its the least I can do.” He kissed the top of my head “youre the kindest person I have ever met… and id get myself crushed over and over again if it meant I got to meet you all over again George. You’re making me fall for you. Is this one sided? Dont make me out to be a fool” i whispered in his ear gently kissing his cheek, his eyes widened in shock at the forwardness and tenderness this girl had for him they’ve only known each-other for about three months at this point he cleared his throat taking his hands off her leg “he's blushing like an idiot again! what did you say to him!” Fred who was watching intently with a bag of crisps “did you accio a bag of crisps?" i furrowed my eyebrows “its not every day i have a front row seat to my brothers love life. There i answered yours now answer mine” Fred rolled his eyes “I told him I thought he has pretty eyes” i fibbed they both know i did he raised an eye brow at me George still staring with red on his cheeks i shrugged

“i didnt lie. He’s…." i blushed looking down “nevermind” i turned over in bed facing the wall he leans over placing a hand on my hip gently and kisses my cheek “youd never be the fool when im with you. Its not one sided. Im the fool love made a whole career out of it. But im also a fool falling in love with the sweetest most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I’m the lucky one to get to take care of her” he whispered into my ear he pushes off the bed “WAIT WHAT DID HE SAY!!!” Fred groaned eating another crisp “thats for her to know. And you to find out NEVER” George said walking toward him “Come on Fred, lets get back to bed” George hoisted him up after putting the crips off to the side “i was eating those!” He pouted “sod the crisps you need to do this pt!” George yelled gaining a laugh from _____. A month had passed since then, “Afternoon Pretty girl, I need to check your stump” he smiled setting my plate of food on the dresser “we can get Pomfrey in here to measure you for your leg soon. And your physical therapy with Fred and I” i smiled back “can you massage my leg handsome? Its starting to hurt again….” i whispered “alright love, just for a little” he smiled she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror i frowned as Fred met my eyes mood immediately dropping “I gotta get down to the shop before Lee bites my head off.” He smiled at me and i returned it “have a good day at work Handsome” “thank you pretty girl” he smiled when the door closed my smile faded as i stared into the mirror tears formed in my eyes Fred looked at her concerned “you okay Love?" Fred whispered “I miss my brother” i sniffled “he always knew what to say” “well im not your brother but im in need for a sister… if youre in need of a brother… i think we both qualify to fill each others open positions yeah?” He asked i turned to him looking at him with tears in my eyes “teach me what to say, let me be your brother love" He looked at me with gentile eyes

“tell me im deserving pf love even if im broken and ugly” i mumbled he was taken aback he took in a breath and smiled “love, you’re gorgeous, George sees how pretty you are and youve got him whipped. You deserve him and the love he wants to give you trust me” hours passed when George walked in with our dinners light sniffles could be heard from the other side of the room my back was turned to him he looked to Fred who just gave him a tight lipped smile and walked to the other side of the room after handing him his plate he set mine down next to my un-touched lunch plate on the bed side table “hey pretty girl…. What’s wrong… you in pain?” i shook my head no “what’s wrong beautiful, tell me what’s the matter how can I make you smile again?” He cooed softly “Dont lie to me” my voice hoarse like i had been crying for hours he reached to wipe away a tear ”what do you mean I’ve never lied to you Beautiful” hurt hit me square in the chest “you just did. You always do.. mangled face, missing leg. I stare at the girl ive become all day that mirror haunts me my own reflection is a reminder that im alone. And im no longer beautiful and its sickening you dont have to keep flirting with me because you feel obligated to. No one wants someone like me. Not anymore im not pretty and im definitely not beautiful. I have no one. No ones here” i sobbed more closing my eyes sniffling “I miss my brother. He would be in this bed with me. Holding me. Telling me to cheer up sunshine the worlds cloudy and gray without you please sunshine smile for me? combing through my hair like he always did holding me together while I fall apart but hes gone. My mums gone. My dads gone. I havent slept in four months the nightmares keep coming back and I just want to cry I cant be the girl that flirts twenty four seven with a guy thats too polite to tell me that it makes him uncomfortable when this is all over im going to be alone again just let mw grieve the loss of my leg, my family, and my face. I have no where to go. All I have is an empty house my best friend died, my leg hurts twenty four seven and I just need to be sad for a few hours can you leave me alone for a few hours I’ll be normal again in the morning I dont need your pity” he continued to wipe the tears off my face as he processed what i said “im not going to stop calling you pretty, and beautiful because thats what I see when I look at you Angel, I mean look at you love…” he said softer “just look at you….. i cant take my eyes off of you… youre just too good to be true the sight of you leaves me weak there are no words left to describe how pretty you are sweetie”  lifting my face in his cupped hands “youre stunning you leave me breathless, all those things you just mentioned are fixable, love, half of what you said isnt true, you really think that Fred and Angelina is going to leave you alone after youre all healed up and better? Youve got another thing coming. Theyre never going to stop you have friends. Percy’s been here every day since we owled. Fred and Angie made it clear youre their person” he smiled softly “im not letting you go either im afraid youre stuck with me you still owe me a date, and a dance” he whispered standing up and draping a blanket over the mirror i cried more as she felt the bed dip behind me he pulled me into his side one arm under my head one on my torso pulling me on my back fingers immediately going to y hair “if you needed someone to hold you. You could’ve just said so I would’ve done this ages ago if you needed it” he brushed his fingers through my hair humming softly

“and you dont have to say anything to me at all. I flirt with you because I enjoy flirting with you. You make me happy and light, you render me speechless and no one. And I mean no one can do that. But you can, thats why I do what I do you dont make me uncomfortable love. I miss Ginny too. She was a spitfire and its hard not having her around anymore, and if its alright, I want to hold you while we cry about our siblings yeah?” He asked i turned on my side draping an arm over his torso “im sorry about Ginny… her and Luna were really nice to me” i sniffled “I need you to eat for me… I’ll eat with you.” He pulled the roll off of my plate, ripping it in half handing it to me “im sorry about your brother Pretty girl" he whispered as he ate making sure i ate some of the food as well

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A few hours later i let out a yawn d he started to get up out of bed my arm tightened around him feeling safe for the first time since ive woken up seven months ago “stay…” i said softly his shirt balling in my curled hand “please stay tonight” i whispered he let himself fall back into the bed “Darling wha… what do you mean?” He asked softly “Sleep here… in your bed…. I…. I need sleep…. And im scared to….. theyll come back and haunt me” i whispered “mate she hasnt slept in months i stay up with her as long as i can but i always pass put.” Fred piped up blush spread across my cheeks and i let him go flipping over to my other side embarrassed that i needed someone to make me feel safe enough to sleep “nevermind its stupid forget i said anything” i sniffled he simply reached over and turned out the light “i’ll stay for as long as you need me to stay Pretty girl" he kissed the top of my head again pulling me back into his chest his arm under my head curling back to put his hand in my hair other hand engulfing mine “i’ve got sunshine…. On a cloudy day….” He sung softly twirling my hair in his fingers “when its cold outside, ive got the month of may.. well i guess you say what can make me feel this way” she fell asleep holding onto his hand tightly

“George dear” Molly called out “SHHHH!” Fred said getting out of his bed hissing in pain “let them sleep for a little while longer this is the first shes sleeping since she woke up” he looked back to the girl who hid her face in his twins chest “lets go talk outside” Fred smiled one last time at them sleeping before throwing his arm over his mom and leaning on her for support as they walked out of the room shutting the door lightly

three hours later my eyes fluttered open looking at his sleeping face our lips were so close i bit my lip as his breath fanned over my face a surge of confidence emerged heart hammering against my chest i leaned up and gently pressed my lips to his, his brows furrowed as he stretched slightly pulling me impossibly close to him eyes fluttering open “i….. im sorry,. I didnt know what came over me i shouldve asked fir…” i was cut off by his lips on mine the kiss was soft and slow “goodmorning pretty girl, thank you for the amazing wake up” he murmured against my lips kissing her again “dont be sorry beautiful, ive been waiting for that” he cupped my face with his hand my face contorted in pain “thanks for staying” “i told you already baby… im here for as long as you need me to be” i let out a tear “whats the matter pretty girl? Nervous about your new leg?” He asked softly “im actually really excited for that really. Its just that my leg hurts… and its not even there anymore” i cried softly  “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer “i barely have pain in my ear anymore” he smiled showing me his missing ear she reached up and stroked the hair that fell onto the hole on the side of his head “i still think youre gorgeous Georgeous if you will.. ear, or no ear youre perfect to me… so perfect and kind and caring…” i whispered as i kissed the side of his head where his ear wouldve been his eyes widened in shock at the tenderness of this moment, just for him. He chuckles “only you would make that play on words huh? so cheesy Baby" he rubs my cheek with the pad of his thumb “baby youre so beautiful, and i want you..” he whispered moving his face closer to mine “leg or no leg i think youre amazing, smart, funny, and kind. Unbelievably beautiful and i dont think you should use the cream on your scars, it shows just how strong you are they dont define you or subtract from how i see you. And i would love it, if you’d accompany me to dinner when youre able to, i’ll ask again later when you get your leg and i help you learn how to walk again i want you” he whispered softly massaging my stump as he talked my eyes widened “i guess what im saying is i need you here with me… in the flat.. with me.. everyday youre the first thing i ever want to see and talk too when i get home from the shop youre the first thing i cant wait to see when i wake up… and i need you to stay here with me? Please? I promise you i wont hurt you.. just stay with me and i’ll take care of you.. whatever you need. Angel, please  ive never felt this way about anyone im in love with you Angel please... stay" he breathed out looking at me his arm snaking back up and around my waist tightening around me “im in love with you too George, and... and i want to stay with you.. you and Freddie...” i whispered he kissed me deeply it was a hungry and needy heated kiss the hand around the stump tightened as he pulled me even cliser to him putting the stump over his hip “baby i love you” looking into my eyes kissing me again

@george-weasleys-girl

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 6

Dr. Pine: Well Dr. Jones what do you think?

(Dr. Jones shakes his head.)

Dr. Jones: Not good at all. In fact, I'm amazed he's even still alive with how much is missing. The only think we can do is to continue keeping him in an induced coma. We then need to consider if he'll have to be put on a ventilator.

Dr. Pine: I see. Well since he isn't exactly a human, I don't think we'll be able to ask anyone regarding a living will.

Dr. Jones: Yes this is still an engine. Either way, this is a situation that has never happened before. This would change the entire medical field.

Dr. Pine: Indeed. In the meantime, I'll notify all parties involved and update them on the situation.

Dr. Jones: Sounds good.

(We cut to Scott's hospital room.)

Dr. Pine: Thank you for your patience. I do have some news to give.

Gary: What is it, Dr. Pine?

Dr. Pine: We're going to have to transfer him to another part of the hospital. Given the results of the tests we've given his brother, he's in critical condition.

George: What will happen then?

Dr. Pine: We'll have to switch medications and put him in an induced-coma. It's the only way we can safely manage his pain for a long period of time.

(The men move in a way that indicates how concerned they are.)

Dr. Pine: We're going to need to wean him off this medication. It would be dangerous to switch the types of medication he's been given right away. Especially since we're not quite sure how he'll react since he isn't fully human.

Gary: We understand doctor.

(A nurse and Dr. Pine carefully adjust Scott's medication levels.)

Narrator: Many hours pass before Scott finally starts to wake up.

(Scott's breathing changes as his eyes flutter.)

Scott: Wha-wha's?

George: Easy there, old boy.

(A nurse applies an oxygen mask.)

Nurse: This is oxygen. This will help you catch your breath.

Gary: That's right, Scott. Just take deep breaths.

(Scott starts to open his eyes.)

Scott: H-help.

(Gary and George try to soothe him.)

George: I know this is scary. The doctors are doing their best to help you. You're going to be taken to another room.

Gary: That's right, Scott. The doctor will have to put you in a coma.

(Scott looks nervous.)

Scott: A. Coma?

Dr. Pine: It's a very delicate process. We want to limit your suffering the best we can given that this could take months to resolve.

(Scott tries to breathe.)

Scott: I. Un-der-stand.

Dr. Pine: Now because this is a delicate process, I have to do my job to make sure a plan is in place. Since you are in this hospital, you will be treated with the same human rights all patients are given. Do you consent to me doing this?

(Scott nods.)

Dr. Pine: Do you consent to having our medical team do whatever it takes to keep you alive regardless of the cost during this process?

(Scott takes a second to think about it but, then nods.)

Dr. Pine: We contacted your brother and have updated him about the situation. Do you consent to us continuing to update him on your condition?

(Scott takes a deep breath.)

Scott: I want him to know.

(He takes another deep breath.)

Scott: I also want these two and my owner to know.

(Dr. Pine writes this down.)

Dr. Pine: Thank you for answering these questions. I'll update everyone involved. Now you just do your best to relax.

Scott: Thank. You.

Time Skip

Narrator: It was the day of the transfer. He had asked Gordon to be by his side.

(Gordon's holding his brother's hand.)

Gordon: I simply can not understand how we got to this point.

Scott: It's. My boiler. And my. Firebox.

Gordon: I know that much. But how can such a reputable company lose control over this project?

(There's a long pause.)

Scott: Pridham's. They don't. Know why. They won't. Answer my. Boilermakers.

Gordon: Alright. Save your breath then.

(The medical staff starts to prepare the induction process.)

Scott: Gordon. Please visit me. On my. Birthday.

(Gordon takes in the sight of his brother looking drowsy.)

Gordon: I will. I will make sure you are never alone during this entire process.

(Scott smiles.)

Scott: Thank you.

(Scott's eyes flutter closed as he goes under. Gordon looks at the medical team.)

Gordon: What will happen now?

Gary: We will call Sir Topham Hatt once we get any news about the parts.

(Gordon sighs.)

Gordon: I owe you both a lot of favors. I wish I can be here myself.

George: We understand, Gordon. We'll make sure our boy's ok.

(Gordon stands up and can only nod. He pats Scott's now limp hand.)

Gordon: I will be sure to visit you when I can. Godspeed, brother.

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My Mind Did That Thing Again!

You know, where it sees something, then takes off in a random direction for no reason other than it can and it's fun. So, I had a crazy thought last season and it just kind of...experienced an accelerated unchecked growth spurt today after reading the info about the next ep's and the upcoming eps's titles. *looks at the titles of the remaining episodes* 🤨

I have a WIP that I began the night the lightning strike episode premiered last season. Let me preface this by saying the fic is nowhere near complete. (I'm in no hurry. That is the beauty of fandom. You can offer a fic forty years after a show ends and the devoted fans will still be there.) The plan is still for it to be a series with several entries, all of which are multi-chaptered.

Why am I bringing this up? Because it's that time again folks where my imagination runs wild and I ask you all to play 'I know this is crazy, but just hear me out and humor me". For those who have seen this game, participated, and maybe even enjoyed it, you are awesome!

So, the game is played just like the title states. Let's go! (I put the insanity under a cut. If you move forward, I am not responsible for anything that happens!

We know Shannon and most of Eddie's family are supposedly going to appear in the next ep, right? (I say supposedly because you can't really trust anything that gets leaked. Remember that karaoke scene?)

What if it's because Eddie Diaz is balancing on a thin wire between the living and dead? He is close enough to the other side to see Shannon, but still physically hanging on in this plane.

You're probably rolling your eyes and wondering, "What the hell does this have to do with last season?" That's okay and I will tell you.

What if, all this time, we've been viewers of Eddie's coma dream? What if the person who actually died and had to be revived was Eddie? Everything that has happened since then has all been a figment of his imagination.

I'm not saying this is plausible, probable, or practical. I'm just having some fun. (I write. I paint. I am creative. Some say cray cray, but what is normal anyway?)

Now, if I look at what has transpired between then and now, I could point out a few things that could support that theory. (You can call me crazy later. I'm used to it.)

1- Eddie was hit by the lightning.

Eddie was hit first, but just hopped right up? I know some people will say the lightning threw him, but let's look at simple science. To be affected by the electricity, he had to experience the electricity. It was powerful enough to throw him off the truck.

Eddie was hit.

2- Eddie was not in Buck's dream.

Why? If it is really Eddie having the dream, but imagining it is Buck, it's possible he can't conjure a dream version of himself.

I thought it was interesting that Christopher was in the dream and asking Buck for help. Maybe it's Eddie's subconscious reminding him that Christopher will be taken care of by the man he trusted enough to give his son to should he be incapacitated.

3- The scene at the graveyard.

Why on Earth did they go to the victim's grave? Don't they have a rule of letting go at the door? Why would Eddie go to the cemetery and stand over the grave of someone he did not know having a heart-to-heart with Buck?

4- The death doula wasn't a doula.

She was death. Natalia taking Buck away the first time could have been Eddie coding. In his dream, Buck was leaving him, when in reality he was leaving Buck. Natalia coming back could have been Eddie moving toward death again, but managing to escape it's grasp once more. The final breakup? Eddie was resurging.

5- The bachelor party.

What about Eddie Diaz in the past six seasons would point to what he and Buck did? He got smashed, destroyed a hotel room with a bunch of strangers, and all in the name of a bachelor party for a man who didn't want one and was not even there.

The party could have been his subconscious rapidly processing a lot of information, both conscious and subconscious, suddenly. The drag queens? Come on now. Everything with that show is intentional and that scene was disjointed, chaotic, and completely unhinged. None of that is Eddie Diaz.

6- Marisol

Eddie is not into that woman. He is clinging to her for some reason and he fast forwarded through the relationship. Did the Eddie Diaz of seasons 2-early 6 seem like the type of father to let some woman he barely knows supervise his son's dates, babysit Christopher, and move in?

Or was it Eddie's mind simply pulling a woman he had met briefly into his subconscious and building a story around her?

(For those who are science nerds or just fascinated by psychology, there is a theory our minds can't create faces and every person in your dream is someone you have at least seen in passing.)

6- Tommy

It has been mentioned soooo many times how similar Eddie and Tommy are.

That is all I will say on that topic.

For now.

If you made it all the way through, I will end it by saying this.

This may be a crazy idea about the show, but it will happen. If it doesn't in canon, it will in fic. This is why I love fandom. 😁

[thegreymarveljedi]

Familiar Yet Unfamiliar World

The Bad Batch x Reader

Another story! I'm posting early because why not. I think I'm just going to start posting when I can cause having a schedule is hurting more than I think its helping.

This is another story that I wrote while in one of my Creative writing courses in university. It’s something short and simple but with a lot of angst and feeling put into it.

I have no idea where I was going with this but it came to be in a dream and I decided to write about it for the class.

Warnings: Light fluff, the bad batch being adorable, ANGST!! Mentions of car accident, coma, blood, spinal injury, fractured leg, hospitalization, mental health issues, no happy ending.

Words: 2.1k

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My boots hit the forest floor with a determination I hadn’t felt in a long time, my robes flowing freely behind me. My heart was pounding as I ran, faster than I have ever run before in my life. I couldn’t even take the time to look over my shoulder, the enemy hot on my heels. I was startled by a whistling that made me want to run faster but my legs and body were beginning to tire. I had been running for what felt like forever, trying to find my way back to camp but in a thick forest like this with many trees, strange flowers and vines, it almost seemed impossible. I was suddenly tackled to the ground, a yelp leaving my body as I made contact with the forest floor. My attacker pinned my arms above my head, their body weight laying on me in a caging yet oddly gentle way, as if they had not intention of hurting me. 

My breathing had yet to slow down, even as I closed my eyes and tried to meditate, trying to connect with the environment around me. My eyes remained closed even as the individual on top of me seemed to slowly let go of me. Even when my arms were freed, I lay still on the rough ground of the forest, still trying to get my heart under control. I heard the tell-tale sound of heavy boots on the ground, the sound echoing as they moved to where my head still lay, unmoving on the ground. 

I slowly opened my left eye, and then my right, trying to gage if I was still in danger. A man then poked my head, as if to see if I was dead or alive. By now I had finally calmed down but even so, I didn’t want to get up. 

“Umm…. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” A voice asked from above, my attacker now seeming to realize I wasn’t moving. I slowly moved my arms to be beside my body and lifted my head a little to get a better view of who was kneeling before me. 

“Nothing a little rest can’t fix but my god, you terrified the absolute shit out of me,” I said and slowly lifted myself from the ground, my back cracking as I got on all fours, then managed to push myself up. 

“Here, let me help you,” The man said and he took hold of my arms and gently helped me to my feet. I sighed as I stood up, brushing off my tan coloured robes and fixing my hair before facing the man. Before me, he stood clad in red, grey and black armour, standing about 6 inches taller than my 5-foot nine-inch body. 

I smiled and gave the man a little shove as he chuckled beneath his helmet, wrapping me in a hug before guiding me back towards camp. I winced slightly as he took my right hand, pulling it back gently only to realize that I had cut myself on a sharp twig when I was tackled. 

“Hey are you alright?” Sergeant Hunter asked me, gently taking my hand back and examining the cut. 

“I’m okay Hunter. It’s just a little cut. Nothing a small amount of bacta can’t fix,” I assured him. He let my hand down gently before he pulled his pack off of his back and reached into it, producing a small tube of bacta gel and a small roll of gauze. 

Hunter then took my hand again and applied the gel, apologizing quietly as I winced from the slight sting. He then took the gauze and wrapped my hand, securing the wrap and giving my hand a kiss when he was finished. I smiled shyly at Hunter as he put the supplies away, closing his pack and putting it back on his back. I smiled in thanks to him as we made our way to camp. 

“You got farther this time than you did last time that’s for sure,” He said and I grinned up at him, doing a little happy dance as we came to the clearing where the others had set up our camp. The ship was parked in the clearing, shining in all her glory as the squads Technician came down the ramp. 

“Hey Tech!” I said and smiled, waving to him with plenty of enthusiasm.

“Ah! There you two are. I was beginning to think the wildlife finally got the better of you. You were out there for almost an hour,” he said, adjusted his goggles while looking up from his data-pad. “That was the longest training run so far. You must have gotten far darling,” He continued and looked pointedly at me, smiling a little as I gave him a wide grin. 

“She did get pretty far out. She’s getting much better at it for sure,” Hunter replied from his position next to me, pulling me in for a side hug before we all heard the loud exclamation of our explosion loving demo man. He came bounding down the ramp and right up to us, pulling me away from Hunter and into a bone crushing hug. 

“You’re back! I was beginning to get worried when you two didn’t come back in half an hour. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Talk to me!” He rambled and I laughed, returning the hug as best I could before patting his shoulder twice, a sign to let go. 

“Put her down Wrecker,” A smooth, sly voice said from behind Wrecker, his pale face coming into view. Ah Crosshair, my sniper, always so sly and with a toothpick in his mouth. I smiled as Wrecker put me down. 

“Awee come on! I just wanted to make sure she was okay. I wasn’t hurting her,” Wrecker pouted and turned to me with a cautious eye, trying to determine if the latter was true. I smiled and nodded, reassuring him that I was okay. His shoulders relaxed and he seemed content with my answer, moving away from the rest of us to sit on a crate. I smiled and stepped up to Crosshair, giving him a hug. He stiffened before relaxing and returning the hug. 

“I’m okay. Trust me,” I said and he nodded into my hair before letting go and stepping back, taking a place beside his brother on the crate. Crosshair then pulled out his beloved rifle and began his usual process of taking her apart, cleaning her and putting her back together. Tech went to join the other two as my favourite grumpy man emerged from the ship. 

“Hey! He’s awake finally!” I said and watched as Echo rolled his eyes and gave me a smile, descending the ramp and coming up to me and Hunter. 

“Thank the maker. I’m glad you two are back, it means I don’t have to listen to him complain,” Echo said and gestured to Wrecker with his thumb. There was a sound of protest and a pouty ‘hey’ murmured from said individual but after a small smile and a shake of my head he went back to snacking on what rations we had available. 

“She did very well today, not that she hasn’t in the past,” Hunter spoke and I smiled as Echo gave me a dopey grin. 

“That’s good to hear sarge,” Echo replied and we made our way over to join the others on the crates. We all got to chatting about the planet we were on and how calm and peaceful the atmosphere here was. How the wildlife was alive and vibrant while also mysterious and unknown. Tech had studied our “vacation destination” thoroughly, making sure to note everything from highest point on the planet to the smallest creatures who inhabits this place. 

As time passed, the sky began to change from a bright blue to a mix of yellow, orange, pink and purple, almost like a sunset but more artistic in nature. The wind picked up ever so slightly, swirling the fallen leaves around in a kind of natural dance. The sun was slowly fading as the twin moons made their appearance. 

I soon found myself resting my head against Hunter’s armoured leg, his hand absent mindedly stroking my hair. I hummed softly at comforting action, my eyes becoming heavy and sleep taking me into its depths…

*****

I woke up to voices, lots of them which was odd. There should only be 5 but it sounds as if there were 20. 

“She’s waking up! Everyone shush!” A loud voice came from my right… or was it my left. My ears were ringing and my eyes were unfocused. I couldn’t make out anything around me beside the bright white light above my head. Once the light registered, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to bring my hand ups to cover my eyes and get some relief. 

“Turn the lights down!” Another voice said, this time quieter but with authority. The lights immediately dimmed and the voices the in room finally hushed. My eyes relaxed and soon I opened them slowly to see a much dimmer light. The ringing in my ears had subsided as I felt myself slowly being lifted into a sitting position. My head began to hurt and I winced, causing the people at my sides to stop moving me and lower me back down to where my head didn’t hurt as much. 

As my eyes focused, I began to try and look around, only to have my neck and head movement restricted. Confused, I shifted my eyes down, realizing that my neck was in a brace and my left leg was in a full cast. My eyes widen in confusion before I lifted my eyes to survey the room again. It was then that I realized who was in the room. My parents, my siblings, my in-laws, and my partner were there, all looking at me with worried expressions. 

“W-what happened?” I said, trying my best to hide my anxiety and fear. My throat felt dry and my voice came out as a rasp. The two people at my sides, who I now realized were doctors, came into my field of vision, both ushering everyone but my parents out of the room. 

“Ms. (L/N), you suffered a spinal cord injury as well as three fractured bones in your left leg but strangely that’s it,” The doctor on my right side replied. I gave her a confused look before looking over to the doctor on my left for clarification. 

“What my colleague here means to say is that your case is a medical miracle,” He said and that left me with even more questions. My dad stepped up to my bed and put his hand on my cast. 

“Sweetpea…” he started and I looked at him frighted, waiting to hear what had happened to me. 

“You were in a car accident….” He continued and my heart began to race even more, the monitor beside me beginning to beep faster. “You got T-Boned by a semi truck and rolled quite a few times,” He finished and by now my face was blank. I couldn’t believe that I had gotten into an accident that big but I was alive.

No wonder they said it was a miracle, I thought before the doctor spoke once again. 

“You were knocked out when paramedics arrived and you’ve been in a coma for about a month,” the male doctor said quickly, just trying to get the information out there. My eyes went wide as I looked to him and then to my parents who were quietly crying from where they stood by my feet. My dad had his arm around my mother who could hardly contain her emotions. 

“How did I survive?” I asked quietly, still trying to wrap my head around all this. 

“Even we don’t know how you managed to survive with just a fractured leg and a spinal injury that didn’t paralyze you,” The doctor to my left said. I nodded as much as I could before asking to be left alone. The doctors nodded and my parents came to give me a hug before leaving for the waiting room as well. 

I sat in my hospital bed for a few moments before I closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply. I wanted to go back to that world; with my sergeant, my technician, my demolitions expert, my sniper and my grumpy man. I wanted to go back to that world for a while. I was there, I swear I was.

I slowly lifted my right hand, flexing my fingers before wincing. There, on the palm of my right hand, was the same cut I got when Hunter tackled me in the forest. My eyes widened in shock, not knowing if it was just a coincidence. 

It felt so familiar yet it wasn’t. Was I dreaming?

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! It's kinda like a fever dream and it's one I've had a few times. I do have a part 2 but I don't think I'll post it cause in not really proud of it. Another story will be coming soon.

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posted : 01/02/23 (European date)

edit 10/04 (European date) : wanted to change Bella to Y/n but it was too long. I'll keep Bella for the story, sorry again and enjoy !

I opened my eyes to only be met by a strong white light.

I tried to cover them by putting my hand but couldn't move, as if someone was pushing me deeper into the bed.

After some blinking, I finally could open my eyes without instantly closing them.

But as soon as I did, a nurse came in, looking at me with wide eyes and dropping her papers.

"Someone come here! She's awake!" She finally yelled going back

After some times, 4 doctors came in and started checking me.

"Mrs.Garcia, I'm Dr.Martinez and I'm the person who took care of you. Do you remember what happened?" A tall man said next to me while writing something

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out as if I forgot how to do so.

A nurse helped me drink some water and I felt much better but still couldn't talk.

I watched him with fear in my eyes

"You forgot what happened before?" I shook my head no, tears filling my eyes

"Mrs.Garcia, you had a major car accident and you've been in a coma for 2 years."

What the fuck.

"And I'm sorry but, it looks like your body has to wait until you can talk again."

Suddenly, the machines started beeping faster and faster as I panicked. I felt my heart beating faster and the last thing I saw, was the doctors trying to calm me.

And everything went dark again.

-

It's been a month since I was getting help to walk again and doing basic stuff but I still couldn't talk nor remember anything.

The doctor let me out of the hospital since I was doing well now. They said that I should get my memory back soon but I don't know when.

My mother came to visit me everyday when she could, of course she had to work but most of time she freed herself to see me.

I walked up to her as she hugged me.

"Oh my baby, finally they let you out!" she said kissing me everywhere on my face

I laughed and entered her car before she drove us home I guess.

After some minutes she parked her car in a hallway and I assumed we were finally home so I went outside but still didn't remember a single thing.

"Does it bring back memories baby?" my mother asked me, a hopeful smile on her face but it quickly faded when I shook my head no

We went in and still nothing. She showed me my room and phone, saying she had to back to work.

"I'm so sorry, I would've stayed with you but I have a lot of business. There's food on the oven if you're hungry or else you can order. I'll be back tonight, love you" she kissed my forehead and left

Now I don't know what I should do.

I went to take a shower since I felt dirty and grabbed my phone when I was done.

I opened instagram, hoping that everything will get back to me when I'll see my friends, if I had some.

When I opened the app, a profile caught my attention

pablogavi

He was famous, damn 13 million followers and he was following me.

I clicked on the message button and saw a conversation from 2020

February 14th 2020

Hola!

Bella?

Answer me please! :)

I miss you pleaseeeee

I'm worried Bella please answer :(

Bella

Bella

Bella

Bella

What's going on?

They said someone got into a car accident on the TV, I'm so scared please answer :(

Oh.

So we were friends.

Hi

After being hesitant, I finally clicked the button send and shut down my phone as I felt hungry.

I ate some leftover sushis and sat down on the couch when I remembered my phone and that boy.

Wow, at least something I remember.

Bella?

You're awake?

I'm coming over right now.

Was all he said, as soon as I read the last text, the bell rang.

I got up and opened the door to reveal a tall boy with fluffy hair and brown eyes, he looked so shocked to see me.

He looked so shocked, his eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly opened too.

He gently put his shaking hand on my cheek as if I would disappear if he was too rough.

"Bella I.. I can't believe you're there.." he marked a pause, looking at me as he was discovering my face again "can I hug you?" he asked

Oh hell no that's way too sweet.

I nodded and he wrapped his arms around my body, letting his head rest on my shoulder.

We stayed in that position for at least 3 minutes before he let me go.

"I have so many things to tell you.."

I looked at him, not knowing how to announce that I don't know who he is.

He closed the door and sat down on the couch, I sat next to him hesitating

"So.. As you know I've always wanted to play for a national team so-" I cut him by putting my hand on his chest, he looked up at me with a confused look

I sighed, grabbing my phone and began to type something

"I'm really sorry but I lost my memory since the accident. Could you please tell me who you are?"

He read the note and his face dropped, his hands were shaking and his eyes filled up with tears.

"Bella.. I.. You really don't remember me? Pablo? Pablito?" he asked me with a sad face which made me look at my feet "Why aren't you saying anything?" he whispered, waiting for an answer but didn't get one

"I also lost my ability of speaking for a while, I'm really sorry."

"Oh." was all he said "I'm sorry, I'm Pablo Gavi and we were bestfriends before your car accident."

Pablo started to explain to me everything.

We were bestfriends since little kids, we used to play football together.

He kept talking to me about the past for hours until I fell asleep on his shoulder without even noticing.

-

It's been a month since I got out of the hospital. Pablo helped me with my memory loss and I met his team and even became friends with Pedro.

Still no words but I feel like I will be able to speak soon.

I was currently putting on my red dress to go out to dinner with Pablo, he wanted to "have some luck" for the match against the Real Madrid by inviting me.

I put on my heels matching with my red dress (imagine whatever you want lol) and went down after grabbing my purse.

I opened the door to find Pablo with a black suit holding flowers in his hands, his face was red.

"I passed by a flower shop and thought about you so.. Here." he said handing me the flowers

I wildly smiled and kissed both of his cheeks which made him blush even harder.

I put the flower on the table before going back to him.

-

We arrived to the restaurant, I got out of the car but what I wasn't expecting was to see a lot of paparazzi around as if they were waiting for us.

Pablo grabbed my waist, holding me close to him as they all took several pictures, making my eyes hurt.

We finally arrived at our table and ordered after some minutes.

Pablo took my hand in his and looked at me deep in the eyes, smiling at me. He's so damn pretty..

"I'm so happy to have you back with me Bella, you don't realize how much I've missed you" I softly smiled at him, my eyes beginning to get watery

If only I could have my memories back.

"You're coming to my game right?" he asked

I nodded

"I wanted to ask you.." he started before letting my hand go "Could you please speak to me? I'd love to hear your voice"

What? But he knows damn well that I can't??

I looked at him with confusion on my eyes before shrugging, making him understand that I really can't.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Come on Bella, do it for me please?" he begged

What the fuck?

I said nothing and that's when I saw him become angrier.

"Fine, I see." he got up and started to leave, I followed him outside and tried to grab his arm but he shoved my hand, walking angrily to his car

I watched him go, tears running down my cheeks without doing anything. 

What did happen..

I took a taxi to get back home and immediately bumped into my bed, tears still flowing down my face.

I fell asleep without even noticing, shit I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up with a horrible headache and immediately went to take a shower, my eyes were red and puffy and I looked like a mess.

I got out of the shower and checked my phone to see if Pablo sent me anything but no.

Nothing.

I sighed and scrolled when I stopped to see a familiar picture.

It was me and Pablo at the restaurant

"PABLO GAVI SPOTTED WITH A GIRL, HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND?"

I checked the comments, immediately regretting my decision

"She's not even pretty."

"He could've done better"

"Who the fuck does this girl thinks she is?"

"I'll kick her ass"

As I was going to put my phone down, I received a text from Pedri

"Hey, you're coming to our match right? :)"

"Hola! Yes I am, see you!!"

He liked my message, I smiled to myself before starting to prepare myself.

I put on some grey nike shorts with my plain barca jersey and dunk low, adding some jewelry and makeup. I let my hair like that since it was already pretty.

I took my purse and called an uber, Pedri sent me my ticket so I could have access to the locker room and vip places.

-

I arrived to Camp Nou and went to the barca locker room

I entered and everyone looked at me

"Hola Bella!" they all said, some taping my back or shoulder, I waved before going to Pedri who was with Pablo himself

"Bella! I'm glad you came" he said hugging me

I felt a stare on my back but didn't really pay attention.

I stayed with the team a little before heading out to my seat.

"Bye Bella, you better cheer for us!" Dembélé said laughing while waving at me

I went to my seat and waited for the match to begin.

-

It was now half time, Barca was winning 2-0 scored by Gavi and Lewandoski.

Pablo didn't even look at me during the match which made me really sad but oh well, it's not my fault.

After the small break the match began again et this time when Pablo came out he locked his eyes with mine as he was walking.

Damn..

When he stoped looking at me I felt cold, as if his gaze was a blanket.

The referee whistled the start of the match and here we go again.

-

Lewandoski and Gavi approached the goal, the number 9 passed the ball to his teammate and he shot the ball and

GOAL !

I jumped, wanting to yell but of course I couldn't, Pablo managed to pull off his teammates and ran towards my seat, he jumped over the barrier and lifted me up in his arms.

I was agreeably surprised and let him hug me while laughing.

People around the stadium started whistling and yelling "Gavi" which made me laugh even harder.

"I'm so sorry, I wanna apologize in better circumstances but let me just dance this moment right now" he said grabbing my shoulders

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making him understand that it was fine.

He smiled one last time before getting back to the field, leaving me smiling like an idiot.

-

The match ended with 3-0 for Barca, I was so proud of them!

I went to the locker room but knows how, got lost.

I looked everywhere and understood that I was in the Madrid's side when I saw the team's logo on a wall.

I tried to go back but suddenly a door opened and someone grabbed my arm to a dark room.

I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my mouth.

I couldn't see anything, I only felt two hands pushing me on the cold ground and some people laughing.

I put my hands everywhere, trying to find the door but it was like the room was endless

The laughs kept growing louder and louder

I suddenly felt something hit my stomach which made me put my hand there

I opened my mouth to scream, hoping something will come out but still nothing

They kept hitting me everywhere and laugh, I was pretty sure my forehead was bleeding and I had bruises on my knees

That's when I felt something hard and cold banging my arm that I screamed as loud as I could as if I knew how to speak again

They all went silent and quickly left before getting caught

Not so long after the door opened and I saw the team coming inside, turning on the light

"Bella!" I recognized Pedri's voice as they all made a circle around me, assuring me by telling me that they took the persons who made that and a medical team was coming

I opened my mouth and the only word I could let out was his name. They looked at each other

"He's dealing with the guys who put you in there"

A tear fell from my eye, not because Pablo wasn't there but because I was in pain. My arm was hurting me so bad and I had a headache.

After some minutes, a medical team arrived and helped me.

-

I was now sitting on my bed, my forehead was opened and my arm broken but at least I'm recovering.

I felt so damn weak, I didn't remember anything at all and I couldn't talk even though I did once.

I suddenly received a text

"Get ready and meet me at the beach by 9."

Pablo! I left him on seen and prepared myself, at least what I could do with one arm working.

-

I arrived at the beach (just imagine a quick outfit, makeup and hairstyle bc I'm too tired to put one lol) and spotted Pablo sitting on the sand watching the water.

I went next to him and sat next to him which made Pablo's head turn to face me.

"Hola"

I quickly waved before getting back to the sea, I don't know if I liked to do that before but this is so relaxing.

"I wanted to talk to you about two things." he started "first of all, the 3 guys that hurt you were arrested, we're waiting for the verdict but you don't have to worry about them" I smiled, happy to know that these hoes were in trouble "And.. there's something that I need to tell you." he seemed nervous

"Look Bella, I'm so sorry for getting mad at you at the restaurant, I was so stressed and didn't realize how much my words could impact. I'm so sorry, I truly apologize." he looked at me straight in the eyes which made my heart skip a beat "I don't care if you won't be able to talk for the rest of your life, I can live with that. I don't care if you don't remember anything, I'll help you build so many good memories. What I'm trying to tell you Bella, is that I think I'm falling in love with you." he said marking some pauses.

I was so shocked, I didn't knew what to say, or at least to do. Tears soon fell down my cheeks, it was happy tears because he's so precious.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my face on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close.

He then grabbed my chin and pulled our faces close enough to feel his hot breath on my lips

"Can I?" he whispered, I nodded and he gently put his lips on mine

It was soft, not sexual or anything.

Just like a dream.

That's when I felt a strange feeling on my stomach which went up to my brain and everything went back.

Me meeting Pablo, my mother making me food when I got home from school, the night I went to Pablo's first "big" match but ended up crashing with a truck.

Everything went back to me like a flash.

Pablo felt that I was weird and pulled out, looking at me with worried face as I was paralyzed with my eyes wide open.

"Pablo, I remember now." I surprisingly said

He looked at me with wide eyes, realizing that I just spoke

"I remember! I remember everything!" I yelled, hardly getting up with one arm and running around the beach, repeating these 2 words again and again.

Pablo ran towards me and picked me up, making me spin around.

I'm so happy!

He put me down and looked at me

"So you remember everything?" he asked with a smirk

"Yea?"

"Don't you have one specific memory that I might have hid from you?"

I tried to see what he talked about before getting it.

"Oh Pablo! How could I forget?" I said laughing

"Well I cannot blame you" he laughed too

Today is our 15 years anniversary, 15 years since we know each other and 3 years ago, we were there, sharing for both of us, our first kiss.

I cupped his face with my only hand and kissed him deeply, having to get on my tiptoes. He kissed me back and I could feel his smile against my lips, making me do the same.

What a wonderful night!

The world stopped, it was now just me and him and I absolutely loved it

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Hi guys! What a long chapter omg I took so long to write it but I absolutely hate it lol :')

Anyways let me know if you liked it bye <3

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Do you have zimbits fic recs? I’ve never really gotten into Check Please fic, but I just got Madison in the mail and now I wanna read more zimbits but don’t know where to start!

YOU GOT MADISON?????? ASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!! My order hasn't been shipped yet so no spoilers, but you ask and you shall receive. It got long, so I am putting it under a cut in no particular order. ALSO the new Tumblr post maker is absolutely fucking terrible and it took so long to format this because of it. The whole idea of creating "blocks" in posts is stupid and it doesn't function well ANYWAY FIC TIME.

Set Your Old Heart Free by IBoatedHere

Jack doesn’t find Bitty after graduation. They don’t kiss. Jack doesn't go to Madison for the 4th. They still fall in love.

It's a simple premise, but so well executed. I uhhh always cry at the end and I love to read Jack's thoughts.

when it’s over (you’re the start) by @whoacanada

Jack goes to sleep in Providence next to his boyfriend and wakes up in Montréal to discover he's been in a coma since 2009. Refusing to believe Samwell, Bitty, and the Falconers were all a dream, Jack tracks down the real Shitty, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster to find they’ve shared the same group hallucination for years. Now, they’re on a mission to find Bitty, the love of Jack’s non-existent life, and the only member of SMH they can’t seem to get in contact with.

What it says on the tin. It is a "what if" story and it is great.

i'll see you with your laughter lines by the_one_that_fell

Eric Bittle was fourteen when his soulmate died.

They'd never even gotten to meet.

This is a great story, but heed the warnings. It's an interesting spin on the soulmate trope, because yeah, you can argue that Jack died when he overdosed, even if it was just for a small moment.

like a handprint on my heart by the_one_that_fell

"Dude, we've got an over-competitive golf dad, a badass art freak, a pre-med lax bro on the verge of a breakdown, a chronically naked rugby player, a beat-boxing giant, and an itty-bitty, baking figure skater - there's no way we came together accidentally. This was fate."

"Or it's the normal progression of human beings making friends. Chill out, bro."

(Or, the one where no one plays hockey, but it still manages to bring them all together.)

I have so much to say about this story. SO MUCH. It once gave me a breakdown when I was feeling super lonely, cause the fic is about friendship. Zimbits is just a part of it, though. Everyone gets a moment to shine and it's so good.

don't you look charming (here in the eye of a hurricane) by @whoacanada

In 2009, Jack Zimmermann doesn't just walk away from his future, he packs a bag and runs.

ANGST ANGST ANGST!! This fic captivated me so much. I don't know what else to say!!!

My Words on Your Skin by There_Once_Was_A_Girl

Jack and Bitty have a unique soul connection, they can write back and forth to each other by writing on their own skin. They know each other long before they've ever met. But when Jack overdoses Bitty thinks he's lost the love of his life forever.

Just like the other soulmate AU fic above, this takes the soulmate idea and runs with it. What do you do when you believe the other is dead?

you’ve got my number by ambrosius

It’s not as if Jack was totally inept when it came to technology. He could handle his Tweeter (Tweety? Twits? Twitter? Did it really matter?) just fine and if he’s honest, he much preferred texting to calling most days. So when he gets added to a group chat full of strangers, well, he’s pretty sure he can handle whatever comes next.

This one is so good. I am a bitch for epistolary stuff and I am glad it exists.

Graduation Dayby IBoatedHere

It takes Jack 50 days to finally see what's been right in front of him for the past two years.

Groundhog Day AU, but make it Zimbits. Jack doesn't kiss Bitty when he graduates, and that's fine, right? Well, looks like the universe disagrees. Also this fic has a real good platonic Jackshit moment.

Will Wonders Never Cease by @porcupine-girl

Eric has landed his dream job: social media manager for the Providence Falconers! Not only does he get paid to tweet, for an NHL team at that, but it’s a job where he’ll be able to make good use of his magic - when nobody’s looking, of course. Everyone on the Falconers is a joy to work with… with the notable exception of Jack Zimmermann. Eric understands that Jack doesn’t like social media, but he could certainly be a little more polite about it.

Luckily, Eric has support from his Samwell buddies, as well as his best friend - a man whose face he’s never seen, and whose name he doesn’t know. They met on an online forum where witches can gather anonymously, since it isn’t safe for them to advertise their existence in a world where magic isn’t trusted. They’ve been friends for years now, but Eric is only just starting to realize that he might have deeper feelings for someone he can never meet face-to-face.

THIS FIC!!! Jenna, I don't know if you read my fic Ebb & Flow, but I mentioned this fic in the author's note, because it was a huge inspiration. It's a secret identity magical She Loves Me AU. It sounds bonkers, but it is so goooood.

if you're going through hell (keep going) by @whoacanada

Eighteen years ago, Samwell suffered the tragic loss of one of their most promising young athletes. Ever since rumors have circulated that the school is haunted by the ghost of Eric Bittle. At least, that’s the only way anyone can seem to explain why the locker rooms smell like freshly baked apple pie on game days instead of the usual, omnipresent hockey funk.

Now in the twilight of his career, Jack Zimmermann is facing his own mortality and the last item on his bucket list?

Return to Samwell and disprove the rumor that his long-dead boyfriend is haunting Faber Memorial Rink.

MAIN CHARACTER DEATH!!! WARNING!!! And not like the previous soulmate AUs where the one thinks the other is dead. Bitty dies and Jack moved on, but he has to face the past, because people claim Bitty's ghost is real. Jack decides to find out himself.

Inertia by @foryouandbits

At the age of seven, Eric Bittle is tackled so hard in peewee football, it feels as though he's been knocked into another dimension. At the encouragement of his father, he avoids contact sports until he receives a scholarship to play hockey at Samwell University. The result is the same: every check on the ice hurts so much that Eric hallucinates another world. Eric spends the rest of his freshman year attempting to prove himself to his captain and his coaches. He questions his worth, his talent, and his sanity, and in his search for answers, he uncovers long-hidden secrets that change everything he has ever known.

I loved this one. It is an interesting take on dimension travel and Coach in this story is so great as well. I highly recommend it.

Ice Crew Please! by @petals42

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

AKA: The Ice Crew AU

This sorta!fic is a fic about friendship thawing Jack Zimmermann's heart. Jack realises he's kind of a dick towards the ice crew of the Falcs and so he gets to know them, including Bitty. It's a good fucking friendship fic.

All shall know the wonder by me, lol

When Bitty decides to skate on Sunday mornings, he didn’t expect to meet a nice, handsome man who cannot hear. The Sunday mornings lead to a deep friendship that slowly leads to more.

Yes, I am finishing this list with a shameless self-promotion. I have 28 fics on AO3, 27 of them being Zimbits (one Holsom) and this is my favourite. Yeehaw.

That's it for now. There's a lot more in my Check, Please! fic tag. Also, hi to the people I have @'ed. If y'all know the tumblr URLs of some writers mentioned on this post, lemme know so I can add them.

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Reasons to Live

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language

Word count: 3.5k+

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.  

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

JONGHYUN

I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake. 

“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”

“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day. 

“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.

“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.

After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.

14:36

Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you

15:18

Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?

15:24

Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~

16:20

Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.

Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least. 

I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.

I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.

I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here. 

As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor. 

“Hello?” I call out. 

No response. 

“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.

Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.

I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them. 

I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.

My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat. 

Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me. 

Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something. 

Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.” 

I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out. 

“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!” 

A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.

. . .

It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.

My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”

“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.

“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.

“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”

My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’

“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.

---

PRESENT DAY

Y/N

I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback. 

He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.

I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest. 

He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.

“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”

We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it. 

They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.

Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.

“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.

“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew. 

“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.

Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”

I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.

“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep. 

I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.

“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.

. . .

It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.

“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road. 

“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.

He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.

I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?” 

“Did you just propose for us to live together?”

“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.

He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.

After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”

My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.

He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.” 

It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”

---

TWO YEARS EARLIER

An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.

I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.

“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.

He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up. 

“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.

My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief. 

“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”

I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”

He stutters. “Well-”

“We don’t even know each other.”

“No, but-”

“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?

Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.

“Get out of here before I call security.”

Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him. 

. . .

The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone. 

Literally. 

Emotionally. 

I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.

I hate being alive. 

Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly. 

“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.

But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently. 

“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.

I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away. 

We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.

After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again. 

---

PRESENT DAY

JONGHYUN

After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand. 

I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.

She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face. 

I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.

Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!” 

So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”

“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.

Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door. 

“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.

I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”

She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.

Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.

She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.

But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.” 

“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom. 

---

TWO YEARS EARLIER

There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.

“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.

“Thank you very much,” I bow to him. 

Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.

“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.

“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”

“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”

I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”

“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion. 

“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”

She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.

---

PRESENT DAY

Y/N

Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.

Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”

“Why would I?” I frowned.

“Right,” he laughed awkwardly. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. 

“Hey, what are you-” 

He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.

I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.” 

I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.

If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it. 

By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.

Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.

I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful. 

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”

Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”

“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.

“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Is he coming to visit?”

“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.

I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.

“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.

Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad. 

Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.

I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world. 

[afteriwake]

Connections & Reconnections (2/? - A "Mended, Blended & Found" Story)

So I didn't realize I had actually started this sequel! @greenskyoverme had asked me to write more of Paul's story, and I was all set to write something brand new, but I found out I had already started and posted it. I swear, I need to get my laptop in order... But anyway, enjoy some angst mixed with domestic bliss.

Connections & Reconnections - After the events with Khan Noonien Singh and Admiral Marcus, Spock and Nyota make some changes in their lives that affect Paul and their friends and families for the better.

Part 1 | Part 2

Eventually they settled into a restful enough sleep that neither of them woke up for a few more hours, and when they did Spock took a moment to reflect on things. They were both alive, Khan was back in a cryogenic chamber with the rest of his kind, and Jim…

Jim was still in a coma, and it was unsure whetehr he would live through it, but there was hope.

He’d had no sense of hope when he had left the Enterprise after Jim’s sacrifice to fix things. He’d wanted to rail, to weep, but he had been there for his friend’s final moments and that had sufficed for the moment. But then there was a larger goal: while Jim had not survived his brush with death, Khan had survived his.

Khan needed to die.

The chase through San Francisco, the beating at his hands...if Nyota had not told him that Khan’s blood could heal Jim, he would have killed the man with no qualms. He would have murdered him in cold blood.

What kind of monster did that make him?

Spock shook his head and made his way to the kitchen, where Nyota had not gone yet. He could hear the sound of the shower running and thought, perhaps, he might get the chance to surprise her with breakfast. He pulled out some veggie sausage and began to pull out various other ingredients to make a casserole that she loved.

He was halfway done preparing it when she came out clad in a towel with another towel wrapped around her head. “I could have cooked for us,” she said with a smile on her face.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said. She came over and kissed his cheek. “Have I?”

“You have,” she said. She put her hand up to the top of the towel around her chest. “It’s nice, being back home, isn’t it?”

“I suppose,” he said. “But with everything that had happened, perhaps time spent at home will allow me to...heal.”

She moved her hand to cover his hand that was closest to her, squeezing it. “No one’s not expecting us to have trauma, Spock. We all have to go to counseling, and then Jim…” She squeezed harder. “Let’s stop by his room today and see if there’s any change yet, okay? I know you’re worried.”

“Thank you for understanding, Nyota,” he said, moving so his palm was against hers and he could thread his fingers in between hers. He brought their hands up and uncharacteristically kissed the back of her hand. “Could we also contact my father and see if Paul can come home early?”

“I was thinking you might ask for that, and that’s fine. Unless he’s really enjoying New Vulcan and all that one on one time with Sarek. Then he can stay. But when we talked to him last night, I got the feeling he wanted to be home here with us again.”

Spock was quiet, but didn’t let go of her hand. “Would it be amiss to suggest my father stay for a time as well. I am...conflicted, and while I know I am only half-Vulcan and therefore also half-human, he may have some insight into my confliction.”

“Of course, Spock. I’ll make up the guest room later today and we can ivite them both to come back as soon as possible,” she said, moving to stand on her tiptoes and put her chin on his shoulder. “We’ll be okay, it’ll just take time, you know? But don’t shut me out. Talk to me, too, not just your dad.”

“I will, when I have come to grips with it more.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she said. “Now, I’m going to go get dressed and you can feed me breakfast in bed, if you want.”

A small smile lit up Spock’s face. “You want me to feed it to you, Nyota?”

“Not literally, you dork.”

A soft chuckle erupted from Spock’s throat. “I love you, Nyota.”

“I love you too, Spock. Now let go of my hand so you can give me a well-deserved treat.” He did as she said and she left his side, her walk almost a sashay as she headed back to their bedroom while he watched. He did love her, and he would do his best not to shut her out.

She deserved that much, at least.

[kitkatt0430]

3, 6, 13 [Paradigm Shift] and 17 [A Little Fair Weather] for the fanfic ask game!

3.) What are you planning on working on next?

I want to get back into my Arrow re-write and cover another couple of episodes. I'm also working on a Star Wars: Rebels AU fic where Kallus has been rebelling against the Empire in his own way in the two ish years since the Siege of Lasan, significantly altering how he interacts with everyone - especially the crew of the Ghost - as the events of the show play out.

I'd also like to write something for one of my existing series that I haven't touched in a while, but I'm not sure which one will grab me yet.

6.) Who is the easiest character to write?

Hartley's actually pretty easy for me to write, so it's a good thing I like his character so much. He's very different from me, but at the same time I feel like I understand where he comes from really well. I also like that he's got a lot of room for personal growth, which gives me a lot of space for playing with different character arcs for him. So I guess that makes him kind of malleable from a writer standpoint.

13.) What songs make you think of Paradigm Shift? 

I feel like Rob Thomas' Someday is a good fit for the fic.

You can go You can start all over again You can try to find a way to make another day go by You can hide Hold all your feelings inside You can try to carry on when all you wanna do is cry

And maybe, someday we'll figure all this out Try to put an end to all our doubt Try to find a way to make things better now that Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud We'll be better off somehow, someday

17.) Talk about something you like less in A Little Fair Weather.

So something I like but perhaps not the most?

While I like that the fic has Barry trying to move on from his feelings for Iris, I actually wish she was in there more. If nothing else to show, instead of tell, the differing places the two of them are at emotionally in their relationship.

For Barry, confessing his feelings and being rejected the night of the accelerator explosion is still pretty raw to him. But for Iris, it's something she worked through - including the guilt that she couldn't return his feelings and that was basically their last real conversation before he was struck by lightning - over the time Barry was in his coma.

I don't regret that the main focus was on Barry and Mark, since it's very much their fic, but it might have helped with establishing Barry's own headspace better. It's definitely something I'll be including in the sequel whenever it finally gets written, though Barry's going to be further along in getting over her now that he's got Mark - and Joss - in his life.

[leilamarie99]

He saves you in the further

After Dalton told you and Chris from when he was younger and about his coma he explained everything and you understood why weird things were happening after while you walk back to dawn to take a shower and think of what Dalton explained you couldn’t get your head around it after you took a shower you put on some comfy clothes and walked out of the bathroom it was it was freezing until you saw your window was wide open so you closed it but then you remembered that you closed it when you left slowly the door started to open so you turned around but no one was there you were scared you and grabbed your phone to call Dalton but he didn’t it was his voicemail instead

“ hey Dalton it’s YN I need you to come over something is going on and I’m scared”

As you hung up you turned around something grabbed you and you were gone

Dalton’s POV

I was in my room finally figured about what the painting was about it was my dad I couldn’t get it out of my head specially the things that have been happening lately and I have seen but at least I have YN and Chris by my side I was wondering with my thoughts when Chris interrupted walking in the dorm

“Chris “ I said worried

“Have you spoken to YN today”

“ no we were going to meet up later to watch a film is everything okay”

“ I don’t know I’m quite worried about her she didn’t turn up for study with me and I have been calling everything and she hasn’t been answering have you spoke to her”

“ not since this morning I’ll give her a ring” Dalton grabbed his phone and saw that there was a voice mail from you

“ she left me a voicemail three hours ago” dole and calling the voicemail he suddenly heard your voice

““ hey darling it’s YN I need you to come over something weird is happening I’m scared” Dalton looked at Chris panicked

“ Dalton”

“ door and ran upstairs to your dorm busting in all your stuff was everywhere

“ Y/n y/n “ I suddenly saw her hand print on the wall with the writing she’s mine now

“

“ no” door and shouted as Chris ran in looking at the wall

“What’s going on Dalton where is she where is YN

“ she’s in the further”

After an hour of progress in what’s going on and dalton getting angrier and angrier that this thing took you

“ that’s it I’m gonna go and get her”

“What you crazy look what happened last time to me when you went in there “

“ there’s nothing else we can do it’s got to be me I have to go in there and get her I have too

“ dalton it’s dangerous “

“I know but I need to do this “

“You don’t need to prove anything you don’t have to do this we can help another way

“ I love her

Chris shocked

“ I love her ok I need to do this this is what tonight was about “

“ what was “

“ I had a picnic on the lake for us I was going to surprise her I was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend Chris and if I lose I don’t know what I will do “

“ ok what do we need to do “

So dalton laid on the bed and closed his eyes while Chris counted down then as he opened his eyes it was all quiet and dark dalton off the bed and started going out the room walking around he walked to your dorm looking around when the wardrobe door opened so he walked in and could hear people screaming and crying dead people he suddenly came to a red door so he opened it and walked through he could see people in the hallway standing still dalton just wanted to hurry and get you and get the hell out of here as he walked further someone grabbed him he stopped and looked at them they didn’t hurt him they just pointed to the room

So he walked further and further until he came around the corner and stopped he could see you crying in a ball he looked around but couldn’t see anything

“ y/n “

Looking up you saw dalton

“ dalton what are you doing here “

“ I’ve come to get you “ walking over trying to get the chains off your feet

“ dalton “

Y/ n looked up and so did dalton they could see the demon but he couldn’t see what they were doing dalton had to hurry he suddenly found an hammer then hit the chains and hit them again until they broke

Picking y/n up hugging each other she looked up again the demon staring at both of them

“ dalton “

He looked up aswell

“ come on we got to get out of here “ grabbing your hand and running away from him you saw all the dead people standing there now looking at you and dalton and pointing you ran and ran further until you saw the door but just as you was about to get there you got grabbed and pulled away

“Dalton “ you screamed him running back to help you the demon was on you his face with right in front of you he screamed then as he was about to put his hand on you dalton whacked him off

Getting up again and running you saw the red door again and opened it you going through first then dalton you shut it but the demon was trying to get through again you both couldn’t hold

“ y/ n go “

“ no I’m not leaving you here “

“Go save your save “

“ no dalton I am leaving you here “

Then suddenly 4 pair of arms held the door it was 2 women one you recognised as daltons nan

“ go dalton take care of yourself and her go it’s ok “

“ we can handle it dalton “ the other women said

You grabbed dalton hand

“ come on we got to go “

Dalton looking back at his nan she smiled and nodded grabbing eachothers hand you got to where you hand to go but needed to find where you hand to go you walked forward but suddenly the was dead people around you ,you screamed running off from them but they just followed you got to the dorm room but the door didn’t open

“ it won’t open “

Dalton trying to help you could see the dead people coming closer and closer to you grabbed daltons hand and looked at him and he looked at you cuddled him and looked up at him and he looked at you maybe this is how you both die you looked at him again

“ I love you “

Dalton in shock he didn’t know that he didn’t know what to say you grabbed him and kissed him not letting go the hands started touching you but then you heard Chris then suddenly you and dalton landed on the bed still kissing you both looked up you were back Chris looked shocked that her 2 best friends kissed you got off each other and hugged daltons parents suddenly rung he answered and said that everything was ok and that he coming home

“ I really want you to meet someone special “ his mum and dad happy that he said that he hung up and looked at you you kissed him and he kissed you back

“ ok I’m going “

Laughing you both looked at each other

“ did you mean what you said back there “

“ yeah I love you I think I have liked you since the first time I met you “

“ yeah me too I was actually meant to surprise tonight “

“ yeah I was going to take you on a picnic by the lake maybe a swim aswell and I was actually gonna give you this “

It was a ring

“Look in side “

You looked in side and you was shock it said will you be mine forever

“Yes “

Dalton smiling and hugging you both was happy with each other so you both decided to move in with each other at mum and dad as they have got back together before you both look for your own place and Chris moving in with you and dalton were happy it was finally over and you could forget about it

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Number 16? 💜

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16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

oh man... calling me out, huh? /lh

off the top of my head, including everything from vague ideas to the fully fleshed out ones, to the ones i've actually written stuff for? nine (at least). which may not seem like a lot, but as i am incapable of writing anything short and/or sweet, that is way more than i am capable of handling at the moment, haha.

as for the au, i've talked about this before on here, but i've fleshed it out a little more to a place where i'm happier with it! so, here's my origami ghost au!

credit where credit is due, i got the og idea/sick-ass name from @noodlenoodlenoodlenoodle. (thanks for letting me adopt this au, and play around with it! i swear i'll write that seratello follow-up fic one of these days <3)

the basic premise is this: leo gets put in a coma, and nobody knows why or how. mikey, who was with him when it happened, was found in a similar state, but woke up the next morning with no memories of what happened. everybody keeps hoping that he'll wake up, writing notes and folding them into little origami shapes for him to read through when he recovers. but time progresses, and they begin to lose hope.

when strangely folded origami notes start appearing around the lair, often scrawled with incomprehensible writing, the mad dogz begin to wonder. raph, not wanting to inspire false hope, dismisses the occurrences, encouraging the others to do the same. however, raph has a few suspicions of his own. enlisting the help of cassandra in order to avoid the suspicion of his brothers, they begin following the trail of strange, mangled origami animals and their often nonsense notes. following a series of clues to the gutters and back alleys of new york and the hidden city, they begin to uncover the truth behind what is happening. old grudges start to come to light, and with each secret uncovered, they find themselves beginning to question the very nature of what's been happening, leading them to ask the larger question behind it all: why?

meanwhile, donnie doesn't buy it. things just aren't adding up, and he's frustrated that raph seems so willing to just let something like this go. leo and him have always been close, and he doesn't believe for a second that his brother is beyond hope. he confesses his feelings on the matter to april, who has been having similar thoughts. the two of them decide to start doing a little research of their own on the side, without the knowledge of the others. on a hunch, they head to the mystic library (which they are banned from) and are able to "convince" (blackmail) a newer employee-- the long-suffering usagi yuichi-- to aid them on their quest. thrown into a world of ancient rituals, cursed items, and other "mystic bullshit" (donnie's words), the b team soon finds there's much more to this than they had thought. not to mention, things get dicey when their meddling goes just a bit too far, and somebody gets paranoid. (thank god they have a rabbit bodyguard...)

finally, mikey. mikey, whose been taking this all the hardest, whose brothers have been disappearing more and more often. who can't seem to remember what happened that night, and blames himself more with each passing day. not to mention, due to the effects of the invasion, his hands are too shaky to fold origami "right" (his words.) mikey begins to withdraw, acting like he's fine, while internally, he begins to obsess over what happened that night. his family doesn't seem to notice, being so busy with things they won't tell him about. it seems like it should be easy to slip out, leaving the others unaware, but he didn't count on thing: casey jr, leo's shadow and unspoken "second-in-command." in the spirirt of looking out for him, casey demands he be let in on whatever mikey is planning. mikey isn't happy, but he relents, letting casey in on a secret: he does remember something from that patrol. something that's been keeping him up at night. something that he isn't quite sure he can trust. together, the two of them start looking for the truth behind exactly what happened that night, and more importantly: who is to blame. driven by his growing anger, with casey keeping an eye out for him, he dons the moniker of the 'origami ghost,' venturing into the darkest parts of the city in search of a killer. but to catch a killer, mikey might just have to become one.

(featuring: my raph & cass qp agenda, donnie's horrible realization that feelings are a thing that exists (ew!), and some good old fashioned villan!mikey <3)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Waiting Up Front

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Summary:

A coma. The healers told her that once she got back from Kashyyyk just two days ago. Anakin is in a coma, and none of the healers know when -- or if -- he'll wake up. She doesn't know what she had expected when she came back, but it wasn't this. Never this.  

[Or: Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have to deal with grief when Anakin doesn't seem to be waking up]

16 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#4

That prompt was so good, can't believe its your first time, it was great? How about one for the Boys, give anakin a little beating like he deserves but with comforting obiwan, with the one that was about 'it's alright, I'm here' bc that just scream THEM. Again your writing is brilliant and I always look forward to more when you get the time and motivation! Things I barely have these days ha. But yes that if you want, take your time and I look forward to it as always!

Ahhh thank you for the kind words!! This is set after Shadow Warrior and I did research beforehand but i'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies | from these prompts

The hand in Obi-Wan's is warm, a bit too warm. He feels the fingers twitch, and although he's aware it's unbecoming behaviour, he curses Count Dooku once more for putting Anakin in this position.

He takes a deep breath, turning his gaze back to his former padawan's prone form.

Anakin is slumped in the medical cot with pillows and an elevated backrest to help him sit up slightly. His eyes flutter weakly, half-awake, unable to find sleep despite the pain and exhaustion he must be feeling. A heart monitor and IV pole stand beside the cot.

Kix would be here to check on Anakin later, but so far, everything looks fine... well, as far as fine goes in this situation -- which is not at all fine.

The whole situation on Naboo is in the past and they're now heading back to Coruscant, but Count Dooku's twisted trap still makes Obi-Wan's hands clench. No one should ever have to make the decision Padme had.

In the end, even though they lost Grievous, Obi-Wan is glad Padme made the switch. Looking at Anakin now, he doesn't want to know what would happen if she didn't.

"Mas'r?" the tired voice snaps him out of his thoughts. Anakin's eyes are on him, half-lidded and exhausted.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan asks. "What is it? Are you in pain?"

"Obi..." Anakin whispers, seeming to have not heard any of the questions. "Obi...Wan..."

"I'm here," he answers, gently squeezing Anakin's hand and worriedly noting how tense it's become. "Can you tell me what's wrong, dear one?"

"Mmm... Wha's wrong?" Anakin repeats weakly, words slurring and eyes starting to glaze over. His breaths become shakier by the second. Obi-Wan's worry escalates.

"Anakin, what is it?" he asks again, standing from his seat.

"I... I d-don't... 'm dizzy... not--" Anakin stops talking abruptly, and the heart monitor beeps in alarm.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan's eyes widen as Anakin tenses before he starts to convulse. A pit grows in Obi-Wan's stomach when his mind finally catches up with his eyes. He's not unfamiliar with seizures, but his knowledge is still very limited -- he makes a mental note to change that later.

As it's the only thing he can do right now, Obi-Wan fumbles with his comm, quickly calling for the Kix.

"General?" Kix's voice filters in a second later -- a terribly long second.

"Kix, I need you back in the medbay now," he immediately says. "It's Anakin. He's having a seizure."

"I'm on my way, General," the medic answers, and the sound of rushing footsteps can be heard. "Time the length of it if you can, Sir."

Obi-Wan's eyes flick to a chrono nearby, nodding even though he knows Kix can't see it. "Of course, Kix. Thank you--" A sharp groan leaves Anakin's mouth as his body continues jerking involuntarily. The pit in Obi-Wan's stomach deepens. "And Kix, please hurry."

"Yes, Sir." The call disconnects.

Obi-Wan turns his attention back to his former padawan. "Hang in there, Anakin," he whispers, pushing a wave of calm and comfort through their bond. He feels helpless, and he doesn't like it.

It takes a great deal of self-restraint to keep himself from cursing his supposed grandmaster for the tenth time in the past four hours.

By the time the two-minute mark hits, Anakin starts to settle down. The convulsion of his limbs now slows to a light twitch. A deep sigh leaves Anakin's lips as his muscle finally relaxes, but he doesn't wake up. Obi-Wan's heart drops with concern.

Kix bursts in then -- not a moment too soon. He crosses the room in a small run, and when Obi-Wan blinks, he's already standing on Anakin's other side. "How long, General?" the medic asks as he checks Anakin's breathing.

"Two minutes, I think. It just stopped." Obi-Wan answers.

"All right." Kix nods. He writes something on his datapad before turning his attention toward Anakin, tapping his right shoulder.

"General Skywalker?" Anakin doesn't respond though his right eye twitches slightly at the call. "General," Kix calls again and taps his collarbone. "We need you to wake up."

This time Anakin lets out a small moan, eyes beginning to crack open. "That's it, Sir," Kix says with a smile. "There we go." Obi-Wan sighs in relief when he sees his former padawan's blue orbs. "Hello, Anakin," he says softly.

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21 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#3

oooh you’re taking prompts?!!

how about “This is an intricately constructed blanket fort. It’d be a shame if it went to waste.” for the disaster trio? maybe with anakin to obi and ahsoka?

Ahh thanks for the prompt, Natalie!! Also I'm so sorry this took a while | from these prompts

As the door slides behind them, Ahsoka hears Master Kenobi sigh; an indication that he's thinking the exact same thing as she is. "Anakin, you're supposed to be resting," he says as they watch Anakin pace back and forth in front of the couch, where a big something made out of blankets and pillows is. 

"Mmhmm," Anakin hums distractedly, dropping a stack of pillows in his arms next to another stack of pillows.

He seems to have forgotten that just this morning, he was discharged from the Halls of Healing after a week of him fighting a virus he had caught from his latest mission. 

That or perhaps he's merely ignoring it -- along with the strict order to rest from the healers. 

She shares an exasperated look with Obi-Wan before both of them quickly walks closer toward Anakin.

Up close, the big something almost looks like a tent but way, way, more cozy looking. A large blanket is draped over two chairs opposite each other, acting as a cover. In the space between the chairs are pillows, and a blanket is spread out underneath them. More cushions surround the chairs.

Ahsoka doesn't know where Anakin got all these pillows and blankets. But she has a feeling if she checks her room -- or Obi-Wan's -- she will find their beds stripped bare.

"All right, let me rephrase the question," Obi-Wan mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why aren't you in bed, Anakin?" 

This time her master does look up, his lips forming a pout. "I was bored, Obi-Wan. And you two were taking forever."

"We were only gone for fifteen minutes," Ahsoka sighs. 

"Still too long." 

"We were getting dinner." She lifts her hand with plastic bags dangling from her fingers. 

Anakin looks like he wants to say something more, but he's cut off by a sneeze -- followed by another and another. 

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan share a concerned gaze. "Are you okay, Master?" she asks.

Her master exhales a heavy breath, looking more tired than before. Despite that he still flashes them his typical smirk. "I'm fine, Snips. Don't worry so much." The statement would've been more convincing if Anakin hadn't started sneezing two minutes ago, and hadn't started coughing right after he said it.

Ahsoka furrows her eye-markings, worry rising at each harsh cough.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" Obi-Wan asks, sarcasm and concern mixing together in his tone. His hand reaches up to feel Anakin's forehead, and Anakin doesn't even try to lean away like he usually would.

Ahsoka sees the worried frown on Obi-Wan's face as his hand moves to feel Anakin's cheek. "It's back to bed for you, dear one." His hand takes Anakin's wrist before gently pulling him back to the direction of his room.

"But--" a cough.

"You're still running a fever, Anakin."

"But Obi-Wan..." Anakin whines, pulling his hand away from Obi-Wan's grasp. "This is an intricately constructed blanket fort. It'd be a shame if it went to waste." 

Ahsoka huffs, crossing her arms. "And?"

Anakin turns toward her. His eyes are still a bit glassy, skin still a bit pale. "Didn't I just say it would be a shame if it went to waste?" 

"You did. But you also need to rest, Master," she answers with a roll of her eyes.

"Listen to your padawan, Anakin," Obi-Wan adds in. "Need I remind you that you are still recovering."

Anakin huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "But I'm fine."

"Not with that fever you're not."

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27 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#2

Warmth in Your Embrace

Summary: Ahsoka is recovering from an injury and Anakin is playing the role of protective brother dad master

"Master, you know you don't have to carry me, right?"

A hum.

"Then, can you please put me down?"

"Well, what if I don't want to?" Anakin retorts with a smirk, his pace not slowing at all. He stops in front of a turbolift, waiting for it to open. "And you heard Master Che: no walking."

Ahsoka huffs at that. She tries to cross her arms, but that only makes her wince in discomfort. Her fingers are still stiff and tender from her most recent brush with death -- hypothermia and all the other stuff that came with it, like second-degree frostbite for one.

She doesn't remember much about the last half of their previous mission -- only a handful of glimpses, but the constant freezing cold stands out the most, and then just darkness. The next thing she knew, she was in the Halls of Healing, covered in blankets and her whole body aching. Her master's concerned and exhausted face was the first thing she saw.

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36 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the comforting cuddles prompts I have a few options for you. Go for whichever the plot bunnies like best:

Anakin or Ahsoka to Obi-Wan: “Noooo don’t leave me, my pillow!” Anakin to Obi-Wan or Ahsoka: “My personal space isn’t shared with just anyone.” Obi-Wan to Anakin: “I can tell you’re upset. Do you need anything right now?”

thank you for the prompts!! I went with "Nooo don't leave me, my pillow" for this one! | from these prompts

When his young padawan comes in and asks to watch a holo with him that night, Obi-Wan is not surprised. It's a holo with dragons, too -- the creatures Anakin has become obsessed with lately -- and Anakin is always up to see more of them. Nothing unexpected there. 

What is unexpected, however, is for Anakin to fall asleep halfway through said holo.

He doesn't realize it at first since Anakin has always liked to squish himself close to Obi-Wan's side whenever they are on the couch. "It's warm," Anakin explained the first time as he snuggled closer. "You're warm."

But after a handful of minutes, Obi-Wan notices that his young charge has gone entirely silent -- no questions, no comments, no dramatic hand gestures. Nothing. 

Silence and Anakin Skywalker do not go in the same sentence.

With a worried frown, Obi-Wan looks down at his lap. The sleeping face of Anakin Skywalker meets his gaze, curled up and breathing deeply. Anakin's small features are relaxed in sleep, and he has one of Obi-Wan's hands tight in his hold as if hugging his beloved stuffed tooka. 

The holoprojector still plays the film in front of them, the bright scenes constantly changing and casting a colorful glow on the room. Obi-Wan sighs in fond exasperation as he turns it off using the Force. They could continue that another time when Anakin is not obliviously worn out by the day's excitement.

"Oh, Padawan..." Obi-Wan mumbles, brushing his fingers through Anakin's blond hair. "Let's get you to bed." 

Obi-Wan tries to free his right hand from Anakin's hug, slowly unclenching the little fingers around his arm. Anakin stirs slightly but otherwise stays asleep -- much to Obi-Wan's relief. 

But when Obi-Wan gently uses his hands to lift Anakin's head from his lap, Anakin whines in protest. "No," he groans softly, struggling against his grip. "Shh, Anakin. It's all right, little one," he whispers soothingly as he slowly lowers Anakin's head back to his lap. 

Anakin immediately turns to his side and wraps his arm around Obi-Wan's torso tightly, grabbing fistfuls of Obi-Wan's robe. "Nooo," he mumbles drowsily, his eyes still shut. "Don't... leave me, my pillow!" 

"Your pillow?" Obi-Wan repeats with a soft chuckle. A small smile appears on Anakin's face when Obi-Wan boops his nose teasingly. 

"Mmhmm... You're my pe'sonal pillow, Master," Anakin repeats, smile widening before it quickly changes into a yawn. 

"And you're my sleepy padawan who desperately needs to go back to sleep." Obi-Wan's eyes soften when Anakin yawns again, the ten-year-old snuggling closer. "Do you think you can return to your room on your own, dear one?"

Despite the slight nod he gives, Anakin doesn't move an inch. So it's a no, then. 

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. "Oh, all right, Anakin. I'll carry you there. You could've just said so, you know." The Knight doesn't miss the sleepy grin Anakin has on his face, and he can't help but shake his head at his antics. 

It doesn't take long for him to gather Anakin in his arms. The nine-year-old immediately rests his head on his shoulder with a contented sigh as he starts to stand. 

Obi-Wan slowly makes his way to Anakin's room, trying not to jostle the half-asleep Anakin too much. 

Once they reach the bed, he gently lays his padawan on the soft mattress. "There we are," Obi-Wan whispers, pulling the covers to Anakin's chest and tucking the sides. He smiles when Anakin flutters his heavy eyes open to look at him. The bleary blue orbs reflect a questioning gaze.

"What is it, Ani?"

Anakin rubs his eyes and asks: "When are--" a yawn " we going to finish the--" another yawn "holo?" 

Obi-Wan chuckles. "Tomorrow, dear one. Tomorrow. Now you need to rest." He brushes away the loose strands of hair from Anakin's face, smiling softly when Anakin's eyes start to droop close.

"O...okay," Anakin answers, yawning again. "Night-night, Obi."

Obi-Wan leans down to press a light kiss on Anakin's head. "Good night, Padawan. I'll see you in the morning."

63 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

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Excuse me. You--You must be Erosen's little one. My, how you've grown since I saw you last. Swaddled in whatever scraps your father could find. I apologize for my appearance. Drow are not... liked around here. I wished to formally introduce myself. I am Krelyss.

Ah, by that look I'm assuming that Erosen has done more than mention me in passing. He is a good man, your father. And to see him so happy, his daughter grown into such a lovely young woman. It... it almost makes this all worth it.

... Forgive me. I forget myself. It's been some time since I've been around such welcoming company. Thank you for indulging me, Riven. I'm glad to see that at least one choice I made in my life was the correct one.

The whetstone was all but forgotten in Riven's hand as Krelyss the man appeared from around a tree, hooded and cloaked but unmistakably real. No longer a myth or a story. This was the drow who had saved Da, who'd saved her own life. She hadn't expected his voice to be so soft, or to be weighted down with so much sadness. Riven had always imagined that their reunion would be a happy one, that she could finally buy Krelyss a whole alehouse and thank him properly for what he'd done for her. Hell, Del would insist if she didn't, but...

Krelyss' son, Zaresh. Da had told her what he knew, but the account hadn't touched the reality of it. Nothing ever would, Riven knew, not now that she saw how heavy the lines of regret were on Krelyss' face.

Slowly, she stood even though she had no risk of spooking him. Krelyss was a head taller, and at his "lovely young woman" comment, Riven couldn't help but look down self-consciously. She was dressed for moving under the cover of darkness. For midnight thievery and to slip a knife between ribs. She held such a knife and belatedly sheathed it, for the first time wishing she'd donned a fancy evening gown for some gobshite event instead. Anything to have felt like she'd earned the compliment. "I'm glad ya came by. I—" Riven started once Krelyss had finished, but how was she supposed to follow up? This wasn't the time for joy or joking. "I've been wanting to meet ya and to say thank ya, but..."

But that wasn't enough, not nearly enough. When Riven got close to him, she gave his upper arm a gentle but directing nudge. "It's too bright out here, for you. Let's go inside. Aye, ya can," she interrupted before he could argue. "It's our house, and we've no guests now. Even if we did, they could make peace with ya or leave. I mean, I'm half, too, y'know?" She was rambling, but he was walking with her, even if he looked like he still wanted to protest, not wanting to impose on them. As if everything she and Da had wasn't because of him. "Have ya had lavender tea before? Or chamomile or—you know what? I'll make everything. I wanted to talk to ya awhile anyway. No, not about her, the dark take her. No, it's about Zaresh, I..." The words had brought them across the threshold into the entryway, the front door closed behind them. Riven, in her hurry, had helped Krelyss out of his cloak, exposing his red eyes and gray skin to the room. Only his white hair was something that could be native to Lunhaven. Instead of hanging up the garment, she held it between her hands and worked up the courage to say what she'd been determined to say to him from the first. "I want to help ya find him," Riven said, "and I have the means to do it."