#i wrote this sitting in bed with tonsillitis so i hope it turned out okay!

[manycoloureddays]

Prompt: HS AU Rogue Ot3 on their first date??? (Up to you if Cassian is at all aware that it’s a date)

for those of you who are wondering, this follows on from this rogue ot3 hs au

in which Cassian really doesn’t know he’s going on a date at all

Cassian finds them on a picnic rug underneath a tree, at the far end of the park, out where it backs onto the creek. Jyn is sitting propped against the trunk, Bodhi’s head in her lap. He’s reading what sounds like Peter Pan to her while she does her best to distract him, running her fingers over his face, down his nose, circling his mouth, flicking under his chin. Cassian watches quietly, not wanting to break the moment. He wonders, not for the first time, why they keep inviting him to hang out when they could be alone together.

He’d spent the first week at Jedha High eating with different people each day, with whoever shared his pre-lunch class. Then on Friday he’d been paired with Jyn in Spanish, and Bodhi in Art, and it had been easy to fall in with them. He’d eaten lunch with them every day since. They were bizarre. On paper he never would have picked them as friends - Jyn was angry, all sharp edges, and easily mistaken as a loner type except she was never seen without Bodhi, who always seemed to be fidgeting with something, could vague out for half a conversation, and stumbled over the words he did say. But Jyn was less detached than she led people to believe. She was like his cat, Kay, standoffish until she trusted you and then it was nothing but flopping against you, demanding attention, and bringing you dead mice. And Bodhi was even sharper than Jyn sometimes, he startled laughs out of Cassian and then ducked his head, hair falling in his face. Cassian almost had to sit on his hands to stop himself reaching out and brushing it back.

And now they were waiting for him under a tree, and he felt way out of his depth. So far out he couldn’t see land anymore. He shakes himself. They are just his friends. Besides, it looks like they have carrot sticks on their platter, and he loves carrot sticks. He walks over and drops casually onto the rug, as though he hasn’t been staring like a huge weirdo.

‘You made it,’ Bodhi says, smiling and pulling himself upright.

Jyn offers a fist to bump. ‘Thought you were never going to make those last 100 metres.’

Cassian feels himself blush, but he doesn’t break eye contact. Bodhi just shakes his head at the two of them. Fond. It’s easy to fall into a rhythm after that. They rile each other up, try to make each other laugh, and end up unable to look each other in the eyes without giggling for about fifteen minutes. They eat, and keep talking shit, and then school comes up, as it always does. When Jyn asks how Mr Malbus and Mr Imwe are, Cassian learns that their Gym and Philosophy teachers are Bodhi’s foster fathers. They ask Cassian how he’s liking Jedha, and he tells them about moving out of the city after his mum died because everything there reminded Dad of her. Jyn reaches for his hand when he starts talking about how paranoid his dad is getting, how he keeps talking about how Mum was killed instead of saying she died in an accident.

‘I know all about paranoid guardians. Wait til you meet Saw.’

‘Yeah,’ Bodhi nods. His hand was already resting on Cassian’s ankle, and he gives it a squeeze. ‘Let’s maybe avoid that particular parental meeting for the time being.’ Jyn snorts laughter and cracker dust everywhere.

‘Yeah, no. No one is meeting Saw. Not unless it is in a very public place with many, many exit strategies.’

‘He can’t be that bad,’ Bodhi says, but even Cassian knows that this is a well worn topic of conversation.

‘Oh he is. I think I’d die of embarrassment. He is the living embodiment of the shovel talk.’

And just like that they aren’t talking about Cassian’s parents anymore. It was such a subtle subject change he almost believes it’s natural. Except he knows it wasn’t, because they’re still holding onto him. Cassian is so grateful to have found people who don’t push, who have learned where his boundaries are and don’t step over them. He is fucked. So very fucked.

He pulls back from them, and kneels. ‘Well,  I should head home.’ He really doesn’t want to go. ‘Finish up the homework I’ve left to the last minute.’

Jyn says nothing, but Bodhi bursts out, ‘No, don’t leave. We had a plan. See.’ Cassian takes the notebook from his hand. It says “English” in tiny handwriting at the top of front page, which is then covered in technical drawings and calculations. He flicks through a couple of pages, sees game after game of Hangman, and the stick figure comics he knows Jyn drew because his Spanish notebook is littered with them, and then in big, bold letters at the top of a relatively clean page, The Cassian Situation: Plan A. He scans it, words like “crush” and “negotiation” and “seduction” jumping off the page. It is incredibly detailed - there are subsections and indices and -

‘This is the most ridiculous plan I’ve ever seen,’ he blurts out before he can stop himself. He looks up at them and sees that, for some inexplicable reason, they’re grinning.

‘It worked didn’t it?’ Jyn counters. He shakes his head, not because she’s wrong but because he is still so confused. None of it makes any sense.

Bodhi takes the notebook back and reads, ‘Plan B. When he inevitably doesn’t understand that you are wooing him (a reasonable response because there are two of you and he might not believe he deserves you both, something you will need to debunk often if the aforementioned Plan B works out) take him on a date. Explain that it is a date.’ He flips the notebook closed and looks at Jyn with exaggerated seriousness. ‘Sounds like it worked to me too.’

‘What about you Andor? You get a say in this craziness. Did it work?’ As cool as she sounds, Cassian can see her face, can see the way she’s biting the inside of her lip. They mean this, he realises all of a sudden. They mean it. This was a date. They were wooing him.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘Yeah. I’d say it did.’

When he opens his eyes to twin beams. Bodhi’s turns sharp in seconds, his eyes darting down to Cassian’s mouth.

‘Do you kiss on the first date, Cassian?’

Cassian figures he can leave the homework for later.

[haikyuuwaifu]

Selfish

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Angst, implied underage drinking, cheating

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/N: none

PART III:

The first time

The first time it happened you were second years. He started growing into his body more and the girls around you started noticing. The extra attention never bothered you, you were his best girl after all. As Kuroo spent more time playing volleyball, you spent your time focusing on your academics. You had plans to become a teacher, so you made sure to volunteer your time and ask your teachers for insight. Even though you and Kuroo were gravitating towards your own hobbies, he still managed to make time for you during lunches and after practices. Your weekends were usually filled with cafe dates and gaming at Kenma’s. Nothing had changed. 

Friday nights Kuroo would go out to parties he had been invited to by friends in other sports and other schools he met through volleyball. Drinking and loud music had never been your style. The first few he was invited to, he always declined because he wanted to spend time with you. After the nth invitation you discussed it with him. “If you want to go out, and have a good time; it’s okay.” you tell him softly stroking his cheek. “I don’t want to leave you alone [name], you should come!” he responds staring down at you. “You know parties aren’t really my scene...I won’t be alone anyway; maybe I’ll play with Kenma...or visit Miyagi.” you grin patting his cheek. You pushed him out your front door. “Go and have a good time!” you yelled as he started walking down the sidewalk. “Don’t forget [name], you’re my best girl!” he waves at you making his way to the train station. Thus Kuroo’s friday nights were spent partying it up with his various popular friends.

New years eve was spent in Miyagi with your family. It was tradition to climb the steps to the temple on the hill and pray for a years worth of blessings. You loved when you got to go back home. You met up with your old friends and gossiped as if you had never left. But as much as you loved being home, you missed Tetsu. He had been a little dry with the texting but you simply wrote it off as him spending the day helping his grandparents. You texted Kenma constantly discussing animal crossing and the newest gaming updates. You told him about the gifts you picked out and how excited you were to come back home. Kenma was just as excited for you to get back to tokyo too. He wanted to give you the switch skin he bought and the new gaming headset that matched. While you were in Miyagi, Kenma noticed that you never asked him where Kuroo was. He himself was aware that his friend spent his entire break going to parties and sleeping the day away. Kenma never really left his house, so what Kuroo did with his free time didn’t bother him. He never went to parties so he didn’t know what was happening there.

That evening you waited for your phone to light up. Tetsu promised he’d call you so you could do the countdown together. You were seated on the roof of your grandparents home staring out into the night watching the clock on your phone tick minute after minute. By 11:59 he still hadn’t called, so you pushed his contact name yourself and called him. Instead of being greeted with the familiar smile you’re accustomed to, your eyes were focused on his tongue down the throat of a girl you didn’t even know. You watched as the two of them swapped spit, completely oblivious to the fact that someone had answered for him. You could barely hear the shout of his name over the wringing in his ears. You watched his eyes widen as he stared at you on the screen. He made a grab for it and opened his mouth; but you ended the call and shut your phone off. You sat in silence staring into the darkness trying to comprehend what it was you saw. A flutter behind you startled you out of your shocked state and you felt hot wet tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t want to alarm your parents or wake your grandparents, and you didn’t want to turn your phone back on. So you sat. On the first day of the new year you sat on your grandparents roof. Hot tears streaming, as you silently screamed into your knees, heart clenching in pain at the sight of the boy you loved and the betrayal you felt.

Days later you turned your phone back on, but only long enough to text Kenma that you’d be unreachable for a few days. You ignored the missed calls and the missed texts from Kuroo. You couldn’t stomach talking to him with the kiss so fresh in your mind. You tried to keep it together in front of your family. You managed to for the rest of your stay in Miyagi. A small part of you dreaded going home. You hadn’t spoken to Kuroo since new years day a week before. You were hoping he wouldn’t be waiting outside your house when you got home. Arriving home you were relieved to find he hadn’t waited for you. However, walking into your room you were shocked to find it littered in flower petals. They covered the floor and your bed. Laying on your pillow were two medium sized stuffed bears. A blue his bear and a Pink hers bear. Between the bear was a locket nestled in a velvet box. As you take in the sight before you, a soft knock makes you jump. And there he is, standing in your doorway hands behind his back waiting for an invitation inside. “How did you get in here?” you asked quietly, staring at the space behind him. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I...I told your parents I wanted to surprise you, the day you came back...they let me borrow the house key so I could set this all up.” He responds moving towards you slowly. You take a step back, “Why...Why would you do something like that Tetsu?” you ask him fists bunched at your sides. 

“Baby...baby it was a complete accident; i swear I would never do something like that to you!” he states trying to defend his actions the week before. “You said we’d start the new year off together and I called only to find you playing tonsil hockey with someone else!” you scream opening your fists and hitting his chest. He tugs your wrists and pulls you into his chest. “I’m so sorry baby, I swear it wasn’t on purpose...I had been drinking and she kissed me first...I could never do that to you!” You sniff softly burying your face into his shirt. “Why did you keep kissing her if it was an accident?” He shuffles his feet, pulling you into his lap as he sits. “I thought she was you...I played a few rounds of beer pong...when I pulled my phone out to call she was there; and in my drunken stupidity I thought she was you.” he replies stroking your hair. “It didn’t mean anything and I promise i’ll never do it again.” He claims placing soft kisses in your hair. “You’re my best girl after all.” and with that single statement your heart though shattered, forgives him.

PART II|PART IV

[zensbae]

Zen takes care of you while you're sick (Zen x mc)

General - slice of life, being sick with a cold, fluff

1,000-ish words

~{wrote this one on the fly here on Tumblr lol}~

The sun has gone down, the nights are starting to get chilly, and the days are short. You're getting ready for bed and you start to feel a raw feeling at the back of your throat. You open your mouth and look in the mirror for any inflammation, hopefully you're not getting sick.

Zen comes in behind you, yawning, taking his hair down, "Babe, what's up?" He looks at you quizzically as you have a tongue compressor out and are using your phone's flashlight to probe the back of your mouth, "ahm gettun a thor thrut" you reply trying to pronounce the words and watching the back of your throat intently.

"mc, let me see.." he holds your face and peers into your mouth, "I don't see anything weird, maybe it's allergies? Jagi, the air was so stagnant today, you should wear your mask when you go out."

You close your mouth and pout up at him, "I don't want to get sick.."

"Ahh, mc.. it'll be okay," he drapes his arms around you and plants a kiss on your temple, "it's probably just the bad air.. let's sleep and see how you feel in the morning, okay, baby?"

"Okay, Hyun, you're right.. that's probably all it is." Hopeful, you go crawl into bed while he finishes getting ready, himself.

You must be exhausted, because you've drifted off before he's in bed. Your arms are out at your sides and a soft snore can be heard, Zen smiles gently and crawls under the covers beside you, "I love you, mc.. see you in our dreams." He gently pulls the blanket and tucks your arms under, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips. Zen turns out the light and settles in with his face up against your neck before drifting off to sleep himself.

Birds are singing outside as you start to stir awake. The sun is just starting to peek into the room, dusting the walls with an orange hue. You go to reach for your water bottle, your throat is very dry. You swallow and it huuURTs, making you wince.

Going to get out of bed to stand is a feat, you're very light headed. Stumbling into the bathroom to do your business you can't help but notice, even in the dim light, that your complexion is very pale.

Crawling back into bed, into the warmth of your boyfriend's arms, you're shivering. Hyun opens his eyes, peering over at you, "Jagi, everything okay?" You open your mouth to speak but you can only manage the softest whisper as to not agitate your throat, "It hurtssss"

He sits up quickly, cradling you against his body, "Uhm, do we need to go see a doctor?"

You shake your head no, if it gets worse you will, but for now you just need something to help with the stabbing sensation behind your tonsils.

The handsome actor is legitimately worried, he's been sick so few times he doesn't really recall how to go about caring for someone who's sick. But a quick internet search, and popping into the chat room to ask the other RFA members for advice, helps. He props you up with a pillow, gets you some a fresh iced water from the fridge, having you sit up and drink it. He's got this. Zen gets you a damp towel to put on your forehead and then he kisses your cheek and tells you he's running to the convenience store to grab some medicine real quick.

Popping into the chat while he's gone, you see he was already asking the other RFA members what he should do, you feel cared for and a smile graces your lips.

Yoosung is online.

Yoosung★: shouldn't you be resting;?

mc: I wanted to say thanks to everyone for the well wishes and helping Zen take care of me~

Yoosung★: It's no problem! ^^ that's what friends are for!

mc: it's just a cold though, I didn't expect Zen to go all out or anything;;

Yoosung★: I wish someone would look after me like that when I'm sick, you're so lucky, mc..

Yoosung★: -Oh, I should get going! My guild needs me~ we're getting some new gear today released in the new patch!

mc: Okay, Yoosung, have fun but don't skip your meals ^^

Yoosung★: I won't! Make sure to get plenty of rest!! Bye, mc!

-Yoosung has left the chatroom-

-ZEN enters the chatroom-

ZEN: mc, you're awake?

mc: Yeah, but I was just about to go back to sleep

ZEN: Just wanted the tell you I'm on my way back now.

ZEN: I stopped and grabbed ingredients to make you some soup too

mc: omg you're even going to cook for me? I think I might get better on the spot :)

ZEN: I hope so! Okay I'm almost there, stay in bed~

mc: Okay Zenny, see you soon ♥️

-ZEN left the chatroom-

You sigh, smiling softly to yourself, what did you do to deserve such an attentive caring man? You nod off for a bit before he comes into the room with some medicine for you.

"Here you go, jagi.. these tablets say to take every 4hrs, and I measured the syrup in the cup for after your meal.. oh, and I also bought you some vitamin C drinks." helping you sit up he has you take the 2 little white tablets with some of the vitamin c drink. You smile at him affectionately, he's doing well.

"Thanks, babe." You manage to say, quietly. Zen feels your forehead with the back of his hand, "You still feel pretty warm, but those tablets I gave you will reduce your fever-" just then a timer goes off in the kitchen.

"I'll be right back! That's your soup.." with that, he hurries out of the room, his hair swaying behind him. He's actually wearing an apron too, which makes you smirk, you've never seen your boyfriend wear an apron before.

A few minutes pass by and he's bringing a tray into the room, it has legs he sets up, so you can eat in bed. There's glass noodle soup with tofu, greens, egg ribboned in, and some mushrooms. Some little side dishes have a bit of kimchi, scallions, some crumbled peanuts in them, you put some of each into your bowl. Hyun sits beside you on the bed, "I hope this is enough, I found a recipe online after searching for soups good for a sore throat."

His soup tastes VERY good, soothing on your throat too. You taste ginger, a little lime.. garlic. You ask for more, and your handsome lead actor happily obliges.

After the meal you get up and stretch your legs a bit, you help your boyfriend tidy the kitchen a bit, though he resists at first. The light headedness has eased off as well. You then take the rest of your medicine and slink back into bed. Zen has a script to read, so he sits on the bed beside you, using his free hand to stroke your hair.

For as uncertain as you were when this day started, you're feeling so much better. Your sore throat tingles, but a lot of the roughness has eased off, the fever is gone.

You snuggle under Hyun's arm, burying your face against his side, "Thank you for taking care of me today, baby. I feel like you shared some of your healing power with me~" you tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, "I'm just glad you're feeling better, get as much rest as you need, jagi." and with that he hums you a little lullaby, you close your eyes and drift back off to sleep once again.

~{You can probably guess it, but I'm sick, and if there's anyone who could deliver the best home care for a bad head cold, it's Zen! This was a joy to write and helped distract me from my cold}~

[fawnnandfable]

All I Ask - Adam Cole

A/N: Ask me about my prompt list! My request are always open

Word Count: 1,865 Warnings: Smut

"Are you sure about this?" Adam asked as he stood there in front of you for what could very well be the last time.  The two of you were in what used to be your home. Now you were surrounded by boxes filled with your things. Things you've collected throughout your 6-year relationship. You didn't break up with Adam because he cheated, there was no neglect, there wasn't anything bad. Everything was fine, your relationship ended on a good note. Breaking up was best for both of you. Sometimes people change and the spark is no longer there. Adam didn't have to say anything. You could tell for a  while that he wasn't feeling it anymore, and that's okay. You would always love Adam, he will forever have a place in your heart but as you stand here in front of him with tears in your eyes and love in your heart you ask him for one last thing.

"Yes, I am."  You nodded taking his hand in yours. You wanted one last night with Adam. One more memory.  You didn't want what could be the last moment you shared to be sad, you wanted something to remember. 6 years is a long time to love somebody...What if you never love again? What if you never find someone that makes you feel the way Adam did. You took a step closer to him, he had a faint smile on his face as he examined your features. "What?"  You brows knitted together as leaned back.

"Just looking." Adam quickly turned around walking over towards the radio, he flipped through multiple C.D.'s before he found the one he was searching for. He popped the lid placing the disc inside and hitting play. Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers began to play. "Dance with me." Adam requested as he made his way back to you, pulling you close holding one hand as the other found it's way to your hip. Your smile grew wide as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"You're gonna make this hard, Mr. Cole."  You playfully groaned as you began to sway in place.

"Do you remember when we danced to this song on our first date? I'll never forget how gorgeous you looked in that damn dress."  Adam remembered. You rested your head on his shoulder as he held you close.

"You spilled wine on that dress" You giggled remembering how it all went down. He had taken you out dancing to a little bar in the middle of nowhere, he asked you to dance and the song began to play as you danced the night away. Though it was your first date, the song that played and the way Adam made you feel you could've sworn you'd been in love for years. After the song ended you went back to your table and ordered something to eat. Adam, being the clutz he was, knocked his red wine down the front of your white dress. You couldn't blame him, you were the dumbass who wore white on a date. He ended up taking you back to his place giving you some of his clothes to wear as you spent the night trying to rid the dress of its a stain.

"I am still so sorry about that by the way." Adam laughed, you could feel his chest vibrate under your head. You tried your best to fight back tears. This was going to be one of the hardest goodbyes, but you needed to. For you. You looked up at Adam only to see him looking back at you. Without thinking you leaned up placing a kiss on his semi-soft lips. Your eyes remained shut for a few extra seconds after you pulled away when you finally opened them Adam's hand cupped your cheek bringing you in for another. Softly, you kissed, innocently at first. Moving from closed mouth to slightly open to open, Adam got better, more confident, with each press of lips. Slowly, you moved to tentative tongue kisses to full on tonsil hockey. The passion, like a fever, began to rise. Softly, you put one of your hands on the back of his neck, holding him tight. Adam held you close with the other hand around your back. You slowly trailed your fingertips up and down his neck. You could feel the fever rising too. Your hand began to explore over his back as you continue kissing. Finally, after a few long minutes, He began to move his kisses. Slowly at first, his lips brushed the corner of your lips. Then, your cheek was next. Then he kissed below your ear. He went straight to the top of your neck, then slid to the middle. You sighed loudly. That's the spot, you silently thought. Adam's kisses turned to little nibbles then to soft biting. "Jump," Adam commanded, you did as told jumping up wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. Adam half carried you across the room to press you against a wall. His hands were on your hips. He did nothing else but stare at you. Not saying a word. He stared at your face, hoping to remember it when you left, all your features. He stared the longest at your lips, crushed from the kiss. Finally, he looked you in the eyes.

"Adam..." you sighed but before his name was fully out of your lips, he crushed them to his. He lifted your hips towards him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed his crotch into you. He had to make you feel how hard you made him. Adam had to make you feel how he felt.  Once you started to grind against him, he moved one hand over to your breast, squeezing it hard through your shirt, through your bra. His other hand searched for one of yours and pinned it above you. You laced her fingers through it. Your other hand was on his nape again. It sent electric shocks through his body.  Adam broke the kiss to nibble on your ear. He knew it made you weak you couldn't help but moan, arching towards him, almost setting the both of you off balance. Adam's legs were burning, without breaking the kiss, he made his way to the bedroom. Your hands undressed him, popping each button, and helping him take his shirt off. His hands were equally busy. They undid the fly on your shorts, dropping them together with your panties. He carried you to the bedroom, sitting you on the foot of the bed. Adam was naked from the waist up and you naked from the waist down. You pulled your top over your head, now, you only had your bra on. Adam was still wearing his pants. He had kicked off his shoes on the way to the bedroom. Sliding your fingers through his belt loops you pulled him into you, his hands snaked around to your back to undo the clasps of your bra. You slid it down your arms and tossed it to the floor. This is exactly what you wanted, to spend your last night with Adam doing what lovers do.

You had undone his belt and zipper and when your hand wrapped around his hard cock, he gave a loud gasp. When you started stroking it, he did not hide his moans. His cock was weeping precum and it lubricated your hand job. Stepping out of his pants, Adam lowered them to sit on the bed. You kept her hand moving on his cock, you moved to go down on your knees, but Adam stopped you.

"No," he said his pointer finger and thumb grabbed your face bringing it his placing a rough kiss to your mouth. You moaned into the kiss digging your nails into his shoulders. You straddled his hips, your bare chest pressed against his as your tongues explored each other's mouths. Adam bit your bottom lip before aligning himself with your entrance. Your wetness provided the lubricate as you lowered yourself onto his cock.  A soft moan left your lips as you started rotating your hips, driving Adam absolutely wild. Adam's hands grasped your ass as he lifted you only to slam you down onto the mattress. He started making long slow strokes. With each one he felt like the flesh of his cock was being stripped off. He was hard and you were so wet. He slipped in and out of you so easily. It was glorious. You writhed underneath him, lost in a world of your own as he pumped steadily into you. When he changed the angle a bit so that his crotch hit your clit with every thrust, you went mad.  Adam gritted his teeth so he didn't explode right then. He knew this was going to be a short one, but he was damned if he didn't try to make it last as long as possible.

Adam was pumping a fraction faster as you came down. Through the haze, your gaze locked with his as you raised your head to kiss him. The kiss was frantic and soon Adam's thrusts mirrored it. He was losing his rhythm and was pumping erratically, moaning loudly. A light sheen of sweat was over him. With a few more frantic pumps, Adam started to pant loudly. His hands were now on your hips, he would climb into you if he could. With each hard thrust, he ground into your clit and unbelievably, You found yourself reaching your orgasm. A wave of pleasure washed over you, you screamed his name as your pussy shuddered around him. That was it for Adam. With a hard thrust and a loud grunt, he emptied into you. He kept thrusting as more of his cum shot out. He was aware of nothing else aside from the feel of your pussy around him.  A few minutes, or an eternity later, Adam came to. He was still inside you, and his head was nestled on the crook of your neck. You caressed his back as you both tried to catch your breaths. Adam rolled off of you, feeling slight pleasure as he slipped out.

His breathing evened out, he opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. "Shh." You hushed as you rolled over onto what used to be your side of the bed. "Just hold me."  Adam did has you asked and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

-

You woke up before Adam and quietly moved your boxes from to the house to your car. You wanted to be gone before he woke up so you wouldn't have to say anything. Last night as what you needed, you didn't want a goodbye full of tears and sadness, you wanted something that you were going to remember for a very long time. You put the last box in your car, coming back inside you wrote a note to Adam and left it on the counter along with your key. You took one last look around before shutting and locking the door behind you...

-

@southsidebucky

[flawlesspeasant]

Would love to reread that oneshot! Thanks for offering to post it!

Sorry I forgot to get it up this weekend. I’ll be adding it to the master post soon enough but until then, here you go! I hope this is the one you’re talking about???

Jo pressed her thumb into the top of the ballpoint pen and crossed her legs as she sat in the chair, just so she’d have a hard surface to write on. She put the blue clipboard on her lap and mindlessly began scribbling down her daughter’s information, bouncing her leg up and down to distract herself from the inherent boredom of sitting and waiting in a bitterly cold, overly bright patient room.

In the chair next to her, Alex adjusted the little girl on his lap and rested his head back against the wall. He watched as Jo wrote their daughter’s entire medical history down on one single sheet of paper.

It somewhat amazed him that she was able to memorize everything without so much as taking a moment to think. Every ache, pain, itch and scratch Lyla ever had, Jo wrote it without thought. She rattled her insurance number off without looking at the card and her social security number as well. He always knew she was gold with numbers, but he never truly realized until that moment.

“You need her policy number?” he asked, noting that she paused and stalled progress once she got to that line.

Jo shook her head at him and tapped the pen on the clipboard, deep in thought. He watched her for a few more uninterrupted seconds before tilting his head downward and relinquishing his attention to his daughter, who was sitting cradled on his lap like she was a lot younger than six years old.

He combed his fingers through the locks of her tousled light brown hair and propped his chin atop her head, pretending to be interested in the episode of whatever TV show was playing on his iPad. He recognized the show. After working with kids and having his own, he managed to pick up on some of the television shows that played on the kids’ stations, but never once did he bother to learn names. He just wasn’t all that interested.

“Daddy?” Lyla lifted her head up a little, tapping the iPad screen with her index finger to pause the show. “What’s tontils?”

Alex adjusted the grip he had on her and pulled her up more on his lap so she didn’t fall. “Those nasty things in the back of your throat. They help you get rid of the germs, but sometimes germs like to hang out back there and they mess with the tonsils and make the tonsils mad. Then they get infected and gotta be taken out before they make your whole body mad,” he explained as easily as he could for a child of her age. “But don’t worry. Once they’re out, you’ll be back to terrorizing the house in no time, nightmare.”

Lyla nodded her head. He explained it in such a way that she understood completely.

“Daddy? It’s almost time?”

“Almost,” Alex lied.

Truthfully, he didn’t know just how much longer it would be. They had only been sitting in pre-op for about an hour, and it wasn’t like a tonsillectomy was at the top of the list. It was a simple 20 minute same day procedure, but still. There were other procedures that needed to be taken care of and a tonsillectomy was either at or near the bottom of the priorities.

Lyla was growing impatient, though. She didn’t understand why it was taking so long, and it never occurred to her that other people might need surgery too. Granted, she was grateful for the lapses that granted her more time on the iPad as she laid in her father’s arms with her feet on her mother’s lap. That in itself was reason enough to want to stay. But more than that, she was grateful for the prolonged process because she was, in all sense of the word, nervous. The closest she ever got to an operating room was a few months back when she broke her arm and her Mommy had to put pins in the fracture. Even then, that was nothing like having surgery. Even with two surgeons as parents, she didn’t know what to expect.

So far, it seemed okay though. They got to the hospital and some nice lady that she never met before gave her a few bracelets and took them upstairs to the room they were currently sitting in. After that, Mommy made her take her clothes off and put on a nightgown with dinosaurs on it and no undies. And ever since then, she had been laying on Daddy’s lap with the iPad. It didn’t seem too complicated just yet. In fact, it even seemed a little bit…fun. The only part she disliked was the fact that her tummy was rumbling because the last thing she ate was spaghetti for dinner, yesterday.

“Mommy,” she called Jo next. Jo stopped writing again and looked at her. “Can you get me food? My belly is growlin’.”

“No baby,” Jo shook her head and picked up her daughter’s sock-covered foot. “I’m sorry. You can’t eat anything though. Not ‘til after your surgery.” Lyla poked her lip out and went back to watching the iPad, a look that broke her mother’s heart. Something about starving her child didn’t set well with Jo. She knew that people weren’t allowed to eat before surgery and that was a very strict rule, but it seemed utterly ridiculous now that it was her child being denied food.

“Ly,” Alex jostled her to get her attention. Lyla just looked at him. “When you’re done with your surgery, we’ll take you to get some ice cream. Since your throat’s gonna be hurting.”

“From Dairy Queen?”

“From Dairy Queen,” Jo confirmed Alex’s proposition with a nod.

With a smile, Lyla rested her head back in the middle of her Daddy’s chest and unpaused her show again. This day was perfect. She got to hang out with both her Mommy and her Daddy without any interruptions from her whiny baby brother. Mommy gave her all the hugs and kisses in the world. Daddy was letting her lay all over him. She was allowed to play with the iPad, she was allowed to lounge around in no undies AND she was getting ice cream after?!

Surgery was sounding better and better by the moment.

—

After yet another hour of enjoying the complete serenity of being doted upon by both her parents, Lyla was halfway through an episode of Shake It Up when the sound of gentle knocking on the glass door to her room startled her.

“Little miss Lyla, we’re all ready for you!” The gentle looking nurse came into their room with a pink surgical cap in his hands. He seemed bright and cheerful and for some reason, he reminded Lyla of Olaf, the snowman from Frozen.

Jo sat up straight and smoothed her own hair back, finally being pulled out of playing an hour straight of Candy Crush. She stuffed her phone down into her purse and stood up. Finally, the waiting game was over. Being a surgeon herself, she knew just how long patients could end up waiting before being taken back to the OR on same day procedures, but it never seemed that bad until she was on the receiving end of the wait. She made a mental note to be more time-efficient to her own patients, eventually.

Alex stood up and walked his daughter over to the bed she hadn’t sat in since they were admitted. Lyla was content to lay in his arms and on his lap and though he wouldn’t admit it, Alex liked the fact that she would rather lay on him than in the bed too. The bed just didn’t have much use. He deposited her safely on the bed and took his iPad out of her hands, eyeing the loose French braid he spent the last hour doing and undoing in her hair.

“Alright, just gotta give you this one last stylish little bracelet,” the nurse said. He gingerly strapped it around Lyla’s wrist and gave her a smile. “I like your braid. You look just like Queen Elsa.”

Letting her shy, timid nature overcome her, Lyla lowered her head and gave him a nervous, but not at all forced, smile. When she was younger, most people mistook her shyness for brattiness because she rarely ever spoke to people when she was spoken to. She had gotten better with it though. She no longer needed to look toward her parents for approval when someone spoke to her, which was a big deal.

“Thank you,” she whispers softly, touching her fingers to the braid intricately woven into her light, golden hair. “My Daddy did it.”

“Really? Excellent!” The nurse smiled. He was one of the few people that understood the difference between a child being shy and a child being a spoiled brat. Lyla was sometimes both, but at the moment, she was just shy. “You think maybe your Daddy can do my hair sometime?”

Lyla giggled and shook her head. “Yours is too short!”

“Yeah I guess it is, isn’t it?” He laughed too. “It was worth a shot.” Still laughing, he put the pink cap down on her bed and took the brakes off so he could wheel it. “Let’s get you on back to the operating room now.”

Lyla excitedly nodded her head and crossed her legs as she sat in the middle of her bed. She hadn’t been this excited about something since her birthday! She knew that her throat was going to hurt, but she could handle that. She was tough, just like her Mommy. And besides, Daddy was going to be there so it wasn’t going to be that bad. As the nurse began wheeling her bed out of the room, she turned her head and looked around. And that’s when it dawned on her. Why was Mommy standing up but her purse was on the floor? Why was Daddy leaving his coat on the chair?

“I’ll see you when you wake up, okay?” Jo stood beside her bed and grabbed ahold of Lyla’s hand. “Mommy’ll be right here when you wake up. I’ll be here when you get back. Gimme a kiss?”

Confused, Lyla just nodded her head. She elevated her chin and allowed her mother to give her a quick peck on the lips. It sounded like a goodbye… But why? Why was Mommy kissing her goodbye? Jo stroked her cheek. Why did she do that?

“Be tough in there, monster. Ice cream when you get out.” Alex offered her his fist to pound as his own personal form of goodbye. Lyla tapped her fist to his. “See you later.”

See you later?! Why?! The nurse began wheeling her bed out the door again, and when she saw that yes, Mommy and Daddy were staying behind, that’s when something snapped. It was like a lightbulb went off in her head, a string was cut, the lock was unlatched and the floodgates were opened. She pushed herself up onto her knees and turned her body all the way around, only to see her parents still standing in the room while she was in the hallway.

“M-Mommy!” She yelled, tears running hot and thick down her cheeks. “MOMMY! MOMMY!” She turned back toward the man that was wheeling her away. “STOPPIT! I WANT MOMMY! STOPPIT! DADDY!”

Just then, both Alex and Jo came rushing out of the room and to the bed. The nurse stopped wheeling Lyla’s bed and took a pause. He knew how to deal with kids that were scared. Sometimes they just needed a little extra comfort.

Lyla held her arms up like a toddler and sniffed. “Daddy?”

Jo put her hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair to calm her down, an action that almost always worked but was failing this time around. “La, you said you were okay… You were doing so good baby, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Why you guys leavin’ me?!” She rubbed her eyes hard and coughed. Her bright blue/green eyes welled up with tears again and she sniffed. “Come!”

“Butthead, we can't…” Alex shook his head. “We can’t come with you. You’ll be fine, alright? We can’t come with you.”

“But you come with everybody else! You told me I was gettin’ surgey but you a surgeon for babies so why can’t you come? You come with everybody else…”

“I’m not… I’m not working, Butt. See? I’m not wearing scrubs today. I’m not working. I can’t come back with you.”

“No, Daddy! Please?!” Lyla stood up on her knees and wrapped her arms around Alex’s torso. “Why? You come with other girls… You my Daddy… Why not me? Don’t leave me Daddy… No. No… Daddy…” She sniffed again. “Just come…”

Alex sighed and looked at Jo, who was watching the scene with her own tears in her eyes. She couldn’t stand seeing her daughter so scared. He looked back down at the top of Lyla’s head and once again fingered the braid he put in her hair. He wasn’t working and he knew that it be a huge liability for him to go back into the operating room with his own child while he wasn’t working. But it was his child. It was his daughter, his little girl. And she was right. How could he be there for dozens of strangers every day and not her? He was there for many kids, none of which were his own. He couldn’t do that. She was his little girl and the center of his universe, along with his son.

“Alright,” he sighed and picked her up. Lyla put her head down on his shoulder and rubbed his ear with her thumb and index finger, something she always did when she needed comfort. “Hey… Thompson,” he mumbled to the nurse. “You think maybe… I could just come sit with her? You know, until she falls asleep? I’ll leave once she’s out, I swear. I won’t stay.”

“I dunno Karev, that’s breaking so many policies…”

“I know what it’s doing,” he spat, growing annoyed. He didn’t ask for a lecture. Obviously he already knew that he was breaking rules, otherwise he wouldn’t have even asked. “She’s not gonna go without me. I’ll just sit there by her head and hold her hand. Once she’s out, I’m out too. It’ll be quick… Just lemme go in.”

“…Alright,” nurse Thompson nodded. “You have to make it quick though.”

“I will,” Alex promised.

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Fantastic Mr. Fox starter sentences

176 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ‘read-more’ added for length content warning: alcohol mention, violence

“What’d the doctor say?”

“Should we take the shortcut or the scenic route?”

“Should we go through the hole under the horse fence or climb the rail over the bridle path?”

“What’s wrong? You’re acting all skittish.”

“By the way, you look unbelievably beautiful tonight. You’re practically glowing. Maybe it’s the light.”

“No, get away from there.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“If we’re still alive tomorrow morning, I want you to find another line of work.”

“Does anybody ever actually read my column? Do your friends talk about it?”

“I’m sick.”

“You’re not sick.”

“I have a temperature.”

“You don’t have a temperature.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Hurry up. You’re gonna be late.”

“I love the way you handled that.”

“I don’t wanna live in a hole anymore. It makes me feel poor.”

“We are poor, but we’re happy.”

“What are you wearing? Why a cape with the pants tucked into your socks?”

“Eh. I guess he’s just… different.”

“May I ask what you do for a living, _____?”

“In summation, I think you just gotta not do it, man. That’s all.”

“I understand what you’re saying, and your comments are valuable, but I’m gonna ignore your advice.”

“Are you cussing with me?”

“Don’t try to be a superman here.”

“Do you think I’m an athlete?”

“Well, you know, I think I’m an athlete, and sometimes I feel like you guys don’t see me that way.”

“What’s the subtext here?”

“How long is _____ supposed to stay with us?”

“Double pneumonia isn’t really that big of a deal, is it?”

“Who am I, _____?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.”

“Here, put this bandit hat on.”

“There’s a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don’t let me get one.”

“Oh, you gonna pout about it? ‘Cause I’ve had it up to here with the sad houseguest routine.”

“I used to do this professionally, and I was very successful at it. I had to get out of it for personal reasons, but I’ve decided to do one last big job on the sly.”

“This is actually kind of a big deal, so don’t just say “Okay!””

“Never look a beagle directly in the eye.”

“Beagle’s aren’t so tough.”

“Listen, I’m not gonna justify this. You just pay attention and stop interrupting me.”

“Are you listening to me? I look into your eyes, and I can’t tell if you’re getting anything that I’m saying.”

“Why is your cousin such a wet sandwich?”

“Are you a bully? You’re starting to sound like a bully.”

“That’s… You just destroyed the whole experiment.”

“You’re supposed to be my lap partner.”

“You’re disloyal.”

“What the cuss? Where did this giant fence come from?”

“Well, I just hope it doesn’t mean thunder, ‘cause I have a phobia of that.”

“The master plan is working again.”

“Why don’t we run that way? There’s no obstacles.”

“That’s so grisly. There’s blood and everything.”

“Alright, what’s the master escape plan?”

“Am I getting better, _____?”

“Well, you sure as cuss aren’t getting any worse.”

“No, you don’t wanna have to compare yourself to that.”

“I think I have some of the same raw, natural talent, don’t you?”

“You’re improving. Let’s put it like that.”

“Where’d you come from?”

“You’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble!”

“Where the cuss does that kid get off?”

“You think he’s gonna tell on us?”

“Before we go any further, from now on, can you give me some kind of a signal once in a while, just so I know any of this is getting through to you?”

“Ah, good, you made it. Anybody see you?”

“I must say, I’m pleased to be invited, but I’m not sure I should be doing this, _____.”

“I don’t like to be dishonest with people.”

“Well, just keep your mouth shut, and there won’t be a problem.”

“We’re not taking a vote!”

“Apple juice? We didn’t come here for apple juice. This is some of the strongest, finest alcoholic cider money can buy. Or that can even be stolen.”

“You’ve aged badly, _____.”

“You’re getting a little long in the tooth yourself, partner.”

“That was close, _____. Be careful.”

“Oh, so good of you to come. Lovely to see you.”

“I don’t even want to talk about it.”

“Perhaps we ought to kill him.”

“Well, that seems rather awful.”

“Oh, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark over there.”

“I don’t wanna be put in the middle of this.”

“Why is he wearing that bandit hat?”

“If what I think is happening, is happening, it better not be.”

“Nice job covering for me.”

“You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology.”

“It’s because you think I’m not good at anything! Well, maybe you’re right. Thanks.”

“You don’t listen to anybody.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you yelling at me?”

“I think it’s time for me to give us a pep-talk and explain some things.”

“May I have a word with you, privately?”

“I’m gonna lose my temper now.”

“Why? Why did you lie to me?”

“I’m trying to tell you the truth about myself.”

“I don’t care about the truth about yourself. This story is too predictable.”

“In the end, we all die. Unless you change.”

“If I had a crystal ball, I’d predict a fairly grisly outcome to this situation.”

“This is gonna be a total cluster cuss for everybody.”

“I don’t think I can last another couple of hours before I get completely dehydrated and starve to death.”

“You scared the cuss out of us!”

“I just wanna see a little sunshine.”

“We don’t like you, and we hate your dad.”

“Now, grab some of that mud, chew it in your mouth, and swallow it.”

“I can fight my own fights.”

“This is getting a little too personal.”

“_____…. I know what it’s like to feel… different.”

“I’m not different… Am I?”

“But there’s something kind of fantastic about that, isn’t there?”

“I prefer to be an athlete.”

“I hit it slap in the middle. Do you get how incredible this is?”

“What are you singing, _____?”

“That’s just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, _____!”

“We took everything!”

“Well, they could be anywhere by now.”

“We should’ve stayed out of it.”

“I’m still not getting a signal. Is anybody getting any reception?”

“I can imagine how painful, even just emotionally, that must be for you.”

“Well, you know, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oh, but, _____, how humiliating…”

“Can we drop it?”

“Hey! They say you’re a natural. True or false?”

“Listen. I just had a brainstorm for something fantastic I’ve got to do, but I can’t do it alone.”

“I don’t feel safe.”

“We look good.”

“Ever tasted one of _____’s famous nutmeg-ginger apple snaps?”

“Now I’ve already had too much to drink, and I’m feeling sentimental, but I’m gonna say something anyway.”

“Oh, my gosh, that was crazy! I can’t believe what just happened in there!”

“It’s my fault.”

“You still think we beat ‘em, _____?”

“I shouldn’t have lied to your face.”

“I enjoyed it, but I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh, why’d you have to get us into it, _____?”

“I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think I’m the greatest.”

“And if they aren’t completely knocked-out and dazzled and kind of intimidated by me, then I don’t feel good about myself.”

“I promise you if I had all this to do over again, I’d have never let you down.”

“It was always more fun when we did it together anyway.”

“I love you, _____.”

“I love you too. But I shouldn’t have married you.”

“You’re stepping on my lines.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“Well, I guess we should, uh, split into a certain number of groups and… start doing something. Right?”

“Stop, man! Come on, stop!”

“Look at you, girl! You’re still as fine looking as a crème brûlée.”

“Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?”

“Would you have told me if I didn’t kill you first?”

“All these wasted years. What were you looking for, _____?”

“He redeemed himself.”

“Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he’s just another dead rat in the garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.”

“He went bananas.”

“Stop yelling!”

“I wanna go with you too. I wanna fight.”

“Listen, you’re _____. You’re an unbelievably nice guy. You’re job is really just to be available, I think.”

“I don’t trust this guy.”

“Is that all you’ve got, _____?”

“_____’s on fire!”

“I’m gonna find him, and I’m gonna bring him back.”

“A titanium card? How the cuss did you qualify for this?”

“What’s that white stuff around his mouth?”

“I think he eats soap.”

“He’s rabid. With rabies.”

“Hey. I can fit through there.”

“Psst. It’s me. I’m rescuing you.”

“I’ve got mixed feelings about that.”

“I feel like there’s a tenderness in your eyes, isn’t there?”

“You’re a good boy. A bit lonely, maybe, but terribly sweet.”

“Why, you’re just a sweetie.”

“I’m grumpy. I spit. I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m just… different, apparently.”

“Actually, we should just go. Where did I park?”

“I weigh less than a slice of bread.”

“_____, that was pure wild animal craziness.”

“Don’t. Turn. Around.”

“Where’d you come from? What are you doing here?”

“I have a phobia of wolves.”

“What a beautiful creature.”

“Well, what are we looking at?”

“It’s just his tonsils, they’re a little swollen.”

“This better be worth it.”

“I think I see a little sliver of light.”

“You’re a terrible actor, _____.”

“Okay, I get it. Is that your trademark?”