#imagine you go to hospital and instead of getting a doctor they send you a danganronpa character

[foundfamilyhq]

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he's my rude little guy he's so repressed and i personally think he is gay (he just doesn't have the time to think about it because he's too focused on surviving all the time). he's a little bit crazy in a way he would never realize. he's scared of connection. he thinks he's the smartest person in the room and gets VERY frustrated when he isn't. he's ensured his victory through cold hard effort his whole life and he hates when he can't control the situation. he talks endlessly about how he'll do whatever it takes and step on whoever he has to to make it to the top but then he turns around and refuses to hurt anyone else for his own gain. he also refuses to connect with people and i think a found family could help with this

[dpspcehntr]

In the spirit of being premenstrual and irritable, what do you think would be the cause of the LaDS and MCs first serious argument and who would snap first?

For Zayne, I believe it would be MC getting injured and Zayne being fed up with her "reckless" behaviour fighting wanderers. Even though he knows how capable they are, it's borne out of worry.

Xavier is so chill, I can't imagine him being angry even if MC gives him a Pennywise makeover while he snoozes and says nothing as he walks down the street looking like nightmare material. What would set him off, though? MC eats the last hotpot?

Sylus would snap because MC threatened to set him on fire one too many times lol

And Rafayel... The clouds aren't the right shape? MC cuddled her plushies more than she hugged him? The list of possibilities are endless with this dramatic fish boy, but what would make him really angry and not just pouty?

Hello again friend! Arguments with the boys I feel are rare, mostly because all of them seem to communicate well for the most part. Take all of this with a grain of salt as I am not an expert!

Zayne is kind of a no brainer. The first serious argument would be over MC’s reckless behavior during a mission. It would start as a stern “talking” to as MC’s doctor to which MC just blows him off. It would turn into a major fight because MC does’t take how serious the situation could’ve been. I don’t think it reached screaming match but the folks at the hospital do start to worry about the tone of his and MCs voices. Obviously Zayne is going to continue to be concerned for her health so she instead has to do a bit of work to understand where he’s coming from and be nicer when he does lecture her on her health.

Xavier is a tricky one cause I don’t think the thought of an argument is even possible for him. If anything it’s MC who is upset with something and lashes out. It’s because of his easy going nature that makes MC even angrier. Eventually they talk it out but yea an argument between these two will be because he hardly ever expresses his own emotions and goes for soothing and problem solving first.

Sylus would have an argument with MC about not taking the dangers of the N109 zone seriously. It would be something MC sees as not that deep but he would be quite upset at how little she cares about her well-being. Again not a yelling fit but you both don’t speak to each other for a few days after. Eventual apologies occur and then a discussion on how dangerous the N109 zone really is and reaching an agreement where MC can protect herself but not be smothered by Sylus’ need to be in control.

Rafayel early into his relationship with MC would have some small disagreement that he just harbors on for a while. He just kinda disappears for a few days and when he does resurface the issue has only gotten bigger. It would be a very tense and heated conversation for quite a while before both of them come to an understanding. After that, they both bring anything that bothers them to each other right away and hash it out.

Yea this stuff is not my forte but I tried 😭! I love angst but I’m so bad at it. I hope I did this some justice!

My ask box is open! Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS main 4! I might even write some of them up!

[glowettee]

study motivation notes | by mindy @glowettee

hi angels! ✨ i've been getting so many sweet messages about staying motivated with studies, and i wanted to share my thoughts with all of you. as someone who dreams of becoming both a doctor and ceo (yes, we can do both!), i understand how overwhelming academic pressure can feel.

let me tell you something that changed everything for me: motivation isn't just about forcing yourself to study - it's about falling in love with your future. when i feel tired or discouraged, i close my eyes and imagine future me in a white coat, helping patients while running my own healthcare (or journaling + skincare) business(es).

this vision keeps me going even during the hardest days. the secret to staying motivated isn't just about having perfect study schedules or aesthetic notes (though i do love my pink highlighters and cute sticky notes!).

it's about understanding why you're doing this. my psychology studies have taught me that intrinsic motivation - the kind that comes from within - (i've talked about this before) is so much stronger than external pressure. i've noticed that on days when i feel completely unmotivated, it's usually because i've lost touch with my 'why'.

so i take a moment, light my favorite vanilla candle, and write in my journal about my dreams. sometimes i even create little vision boards on pinterest (my current one has hospital corridors next to business magazines - yes, i'm that girl!). here's something i've learned in my past ap psychology class: our brains love small wins. instead of thinking "i need to become a doctor," which feels huge and scary, i break it down into tiny goals. today's win might be understanding one biology concept really well, or finishing one chapter of my business studies. these little victories create dopamine releases that keep us motivated!

i've also discovered that environment matters so much. i created a cute study corner in my room with soft lighting, my favorite plushies, and inspirational quotes. when i sit there, my brain automatically goes into study mode. it's like my own little med school prep sanctuary! remember angels, it's okay to have bad days. sometimes i cry over calculus (literally me yesterday), and that's totally fine! the key is to be gentle with yourself while staying committed to your dreams.

i like to think of myself as both the student and the cheerleader - pushing myself forward but also offering comfort when things get tough. one thing that really helps me is connecting with others who share similar dreams. if it's my pre-med club friends or my business club besties, having people who understand your journey makes everything feel less lonely. we support each other, share resources, and sometimes just vent about how hard everything is (while eating cookies, of course!).

the path to achieving our dreams isn't always aesthetic study sessions and perfect grades. sometimes it's messy, sometimes it's hard, and sometimes it feels impossible. but, that's exactly what makes it beautiful. every challenge you overcome is shaping you into the amazing doctor, ceo, lawyer, content creator, or whatever you dream of becoming.

remember, you're not just studying for a test or a grade. you're building the foundation for a life where you'll help others, make a difference, and achieve things beyond your wildest dreams. every formula you learn, every concept you master, is a tiny step toward that future.

sending you all my love and motivation! believe in yourself the way i believe in you. ✨

always here for you, mindy 🤍

[andrew-thy-accursed]

hi Andrew !! I have a question about 1995*, how did Pelle feel after he survived? Well, he was going to kill himself completely, but in the end he was able to survive, shouldn't that have hit him even harder? thanks for the answer!

Hiii again!! So right off the bat :

CW for discussion of Self Harm & Suicide



When one attempts suicide of any form, you aren't expecting to live, obviously. Because if you attempt to take your own life there's a lot of shockwaves of different kinds from an attempt. Shame, embarrassment, guilt, etc. (ime)

From my experiences, after an attempt one is more often than not still suicidal; so I'd imagine Pelle is still feeling that way. Pelle is put into a hospital for emergency surgery and once he wakes up he's obviously in bandages; but when he's up and conscious it's confusing. He tried to kill himself, so why is he in the fucking hospital bandaged up? I specifically see him being more upset in his head, but not physically fighting back or showing anything seeming more "empty" than anything else; he just asks for someone else to take his own life again. Pelle's an emotional mess inside but he refuses to let it show, everyone now knows he tried to kill himself so he's embarrassed and also feels guilty because of the "repercussions" of it socially. He won't let Øystein talk to him and refuses to communicate with anyone trying to help him (including his doctors and nurses) after remaining "concerningly calm" for a period of time.

Now I need to do more research on hospitals in the early 90s but even then I imagine they have something akin to current days "suicide watch" when you're in a hospital and actively showing signs of "suicidal ideation"...because of this I feel like Pelle would minimally speak to nurses after slightly warming up, but refuse to speak to his doctor & anyone else. He wants out of that Hospital, so he's not going to make a fuss or get physical or speak because that will just keep him there longer and he knows that.

Since pelle won't let Øystein visit him; Øystein instead decides to write letters to Pelle while he's in the hospital and deliver them to the desk attendant to take to pelle. After a period of time writing letters to him, Pelle finally lets Øystein visit. Seeing Øystein in his room sends him into a silent, very very obvious emotional episode. He's embarrassed and feels guilty that he now has to help him recover but also because he failed...on top of that he can't perform while he's recovering at all which he's afraid that Øystein is going to hate him.

If anything, Øystein's presence is enough to stop him from being suicidal for even a small amount of time.

But yeah, overall he is not doing so great immediately after the attempt and also for quite a few years after. He slowly works to get better, but relapses several times over and over, but he keeps trying to get better for Øystein (because he hasn't learned he needs to heal for himself before he can for anyone else)

Also wanna state : I know I didn't go into too much detail here because in my writings when I post them in the future it's more in depth and clearer. I tend to project a lot of my own experiences with surviving two attempts and a separate psych ward hospitalization onto him; and a lot of it comes out more raw in my writings. I don't see him as someone who presents his emotions too much visually or as someone who openly cries too much. I dunno. I'm rambling at this point lol, words are hard!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Cupboard P2

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Miss Lillian Langely Rating - 18 + erections / fantasy/ fingering /making out / pinv/ full sex Word Count - 2230

Jack went about his day as usual but far cheerier than usual which didn’t go unnoticed. A wicked grin spread across Jack's face as he checked the vitals of a patient, his mind still reeling from the earlier encounter with Lillian.

“You seem chipper Doctor Dawkins,” Nurse Alice said as she finished the patient beside him’s bandages,

“Yes I uhh… sort of had a bit of a mid-day pick-me-up, you could say,” he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“Well you seem better for it,” She says heading off on her way,

He made a mental note to adjust his schedule accordingly, prioritizing those… cupboard breaks with Lillian whenever possible. As he moved on to the next patient, Jack's thoughts drifted back to the possibilities. Maybe he could even convince Lillian to join him for lunch in his room... or perhaps a quickie during rounds? The possibilities were endless, and Jack's imagination ran wild with the prospect of incorporating more ‘creative time management’ into his daily routine.

He did his best to focus on his work but he began thinking of all the little times and spots Durring the day they could get away with an ... Encounter and not get caught doing it.

Part of him kept eyeing the wooden surgical table... It did have restrains...and it would be a risky time given anyone could potentially see them

He also kept glancing at the birthing chairs for similar... Leg spreading kinda reasons

A sly smile crept onto Jack's face as he imagined Lillian like that, The image sent a surge of adrenaline through Jack's veins, and he felt himself growing hard beneath his trousers.

He couldn't help thinking about it biting his lip as he eyes up the bathroom to go and jerk off but he had a better idea and made his way to the hospital entryway where he saw Lillian at her desk making up invoices on her typewriter as usual. Part of him staring at her dress wondering if .. maybe his jizz from their encounter in the storage cupboard has slipped out of her yet. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour. He pictured himself sliding inside her again, feeling her warmth envelop him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt himself growing harder once more.

As he approached, he cleared his throat to announce his presence, and Lillian looked up from her typing, a hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“Ah, Lillian,” Jack said, his voice low and smooth. “I was just wondering if you'd like to take a short break with me. I have some... ‘paperwork’ to attend to in my room.”

she stopped short, her eyes meeting his as he leans on over the counter "Paperwork?" She asked with a raised eyebrow But her eyes flicked down to his obvious erection, giggling before she met his eyes again awaiting him to speak

Jack's smile grew wider as he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a husky tone. “No paperwork, Lil” he whispered, his breath caressing her ear. “Just a little something I've been wanting to discuss.” His hand reached out, gently brushing against hers, sending sparks flying through her body. “Why don't we step into my room and talk about it?”

she nodded and finished off her invoice before she stood and happily walked up the stairs towards his office doing her best to not look suspicious but Jack following behind her panting like a desperate dog wasn't expecting helping it look like nothing was going on.

Jack couldn't even wait, As soon as they stepped onto the balcony, Jack's hands shot out, grasping Lillian's breasts through her dress. He squeezed them firmly, his fingers digging deep into her flesh.

Lillian gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her hips swaying seductively as she pressed herself against him.

Jack's grip tightened, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples through the fabric of her dress. He could feel her heat radiating through the thin material, and his own arousal spiked in response. “Lilly, Fuck…” he breathed, his lips inches from her ear. “You're so beautiful when you're horny baby.”

she softly Giggled pushing his hands off and running up to his bedroom,

Jack's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on the way her dress rode up her legs. He felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of finally having her where he wanted her - in his bed. Without hesitation, Jack turned and sprinted after her, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he chased after Lillian. He burst through the door to his bedroom, slamming it shut behind him, and spun around to find Lillian already halfway across the room, heading straight for his bed. “Where do you think you're going?”

"somewhere cosy" she smiled

Her smile was like a siren's call, drawing Jack in with its sweetness and allure. He couldn't resist the invitation, his feet carrying him across the room as if of their own accord. As he approached the bed, Lillian was already climbing onto it, her dress hiked up around her waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of creamy skin. Jack's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight, his mind racing with possibilities. Without breaking stride, Jack launched himself at the bed, landing on top of Lillian with a soft thud. His weight pinned her down, but she didn't struggle, instead wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Their mouths crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as they devoured each other.

Lillian kissed back excitedly moaning into the kiss as her hands trail into Jack's blonde hair

As their lips moved in perfect sync, Jack's hands roamed over Lillian's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and he could feel her hips bucking beneath him, seeking friction. With a growl of pleasure, Jack broke the kiss, his mouth tracing a path down Lillian's neck to her collarbone His teeth nipped at the tender skin, making her shiver with delight. He slid his hand between her legs, finding the source of her moisture and stroking it with a gentle finger. “Baby, you're so wet,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Lillian giggled and she arched her back, giving him better access. "uh uuughhh! Jack please!" She moaned her head rolling back against his pillow

The desperate plea sent a jolt of electricity through Jack's veins, and he couldn't help but give in to her demands. His fingers danced across her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling out of control. “Oh, yeah... oh, God,”

Lillian's voice rose to a crescendo as she writhed beneath him, her hips pumping furiously against his hand.

With a wicked grin, Jack leaned forward, his mouth closing over hers once more.

Their lips clashed in a frenzied kiss as he continued to work her body, coaxing forth a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume them both.

Jack's thumb kept rubbing the circles on her clit as his fingers moved down to her slick folds.

Lillian's eyes locking onto his with a mixture of desperation and pleading.

“Ah, baby... you're so ready for me,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. Without another word, Jack shifted his position, his knee parting Lillian's legs wide as he settled between them. His cock strained against his trousers, eager to claim its prize. With a slow, deliberate motion, Jack guided himself inside her once more, sinking into Lillian's warmth with a satisfied groan.

she screamed out in utter lust gripping his shirt and throwing her head back, her eyes rolled back and mouth hung open as she immediately began squeezing, milking his cock the moment he was inside her

The sensation was almost too much to bear, Jack's vision blurring at the edges as Lillian's tight muscles clamped down around him. He felt himself getting lost in the depths of her gaze, her eyes seeming to bore into his very soul as he pounded with reckless abandon.

Her grip on his shirt tightened, fingers digging deep into the fabric as she pulled him closer, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Jack's own breathing grew ragged, his body tensing up as he struggled to hold back the impending explosion.

But Lillian had other plans, her hips pistoning upward with a ferocity that left Jack gasping for air.

He felt himself being drawn deeper into her vortex, unable to escape the maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume them both.

As Lillian's grip on his shirt tightened, Jack's hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her in place as he began to thrust deeper into her warm, wet depths. The sensation was intoxicating, and Jack felt himself losing all sense of control as he pounded into her with increasing urgency.

Lillian's eyes remained closed, her face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure as she met every stroke with a matching intensity. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and Jack knew he was mere seconds away from unleashing the full fury of his orgasm upon her. But just as he was about to reach the point of no return- "Jack..." Lillian gasps between pleasure filled breaths

The whispered name was like a match to gasoline, igniting a firestorm of passion within Jack. He felt his entire world narrow down to this one moment, this one connection with Lillian. “Yeah...baby…” he grunts, his voice low and husky as he continues to drive into her. His hands tighten on her hips, holding her in place as he picks up speed, the slapping of their skin echoing through the room in perfect syncopation with their ragged breathing.

Lillian's eyes snap open, locking onto his with a fierce intensity, and Jack knows he's gone, lost forever in the abyss of pleasure that is Lillian. "I love you." She told him, having never said that to him before but he doesn't really have time to react as the second she says it he hit his orgasm which in turn pushed her over too

The words hang in the air, suspended like a promise, as Jack's body convulses in release. His eyes lock onto Lillian's, drinking in the sight of her face, twisted in a mix of pleasure and emotion. For a fleeting instant, they stare at each other, connected by the thread of their shared climax. Then, Jack's vision begins to blur, and he feels himself slipping under the waves of euphoria. As he comes back down to earth, gasping for air, He tries to speak, but all that emerges is a strangled whisper. “Lil...ly.” Panting heavily, Jack slowly withdraws from Lillian's warmth, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He lies beside her, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The room is quiet, except for the sound of their labored breathing. For a moment, they simply lie there, basking in the aftermath of their intense encounter. Then, Jack reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Lillian's ear. “You didn't have to say that,” he whispers softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Lillian turns to him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "but I wanted to" her smile then falters "... Did you not want me to?"

Jack's expression softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazes at Lillian. He reaches out, tracing the curve of her jaw with his fingertips “No, lil,” he whispers, his voice low and soothing. “It means everything to me.” He pauses, his thumb brushing against her lips. “I've been wanting to hear those words for so long,” he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand drifts down, cupping her cheek in a gentle caress.

"you have?" She asked turning fully towards him, hope in her tone and in her eyes

“Yes,” Jack replies, his voice filled with conviction. “From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you.” He leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss. “I've tried to push it away, to convince myself it wasn't real,” he admits, his breath mingling with hers. “But every time we're together, it gets harder to ignore.” His fingers weave through her hair, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss.

As their lips part, Jack's gaze lingers on Lillian's face, searching for a glimmer of understanding. He takes a deep breath, the tension between them palpable. “I know I'm not the easiest person to love,” he says, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “But I promise you, Lil, I'll do whatever it takes to make this work.” He pauses, his eyes locked onto hers. “We can figure this out together. We can make our own rules, create our own happiness.”

she nodded with a wide smile almost crying tears of joy she held his hand in hers squeezing it to her chest a she asks "can I hear the words too? Pretty please?" She begged kissing his knuckles

A low rumble builds in Jack's throat as he gazes at Lillian, his eyes burning with desire. He squeezes her hand gently, his fingers intertwining with hers. “Oh, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. “You already have them.” Jack's lips brush against her ear “I love you, Lil,” he whispers, the words sending shivers down her spine. He pulls her close, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce kiss.

[useless-catalanfacts]

I'm pretty sure that ask from a Palestinian family is a bot, i've gotten so many of those in my inbox and I'm 90% sure they're all bots

Look, I'm going to answer this assuming that you mean well and that you're not trying to spread this rumour to take part in genocide and get Ahmed and his family killed.

It is not a bot, it has been checked that he is not a bot. There are people like @/nabulsi, @/el-shab-hussein and @/90-ghost on Tumblr (and others from other organizations and other platforms) getting in touch with all the people asking, checking their national ID card to make sure their names match, and that all their story matches. That's why verification lists exist, because people have put in the effort to verify all these people, even when it's extremely difficult because internet connection isn't stable in Gaza and all of them are already busy enough with trying to survive because Israel keeps telling them to evacuate to "safe zones" and then proceeds to bomb said zones, they have to queue for hours to get some water and some food, and the tents they're being forced to live in reach 50°C. The Palestinians in our ask boxes are doing everything they can to save their families and themselves. Can you even imagine being in that situation? Living a hell on earth, a genocide, your home destroyed, your business destroyed, relatives and friends killed, bombs exploding at any time around you, your hometown in rubble, your school/university in rubble, food extremely expensive and you've lost almost everything you owned, malnourishment and illness all around you and knowing hospitals have been bombed and doctors are being targeted, fearing for your life and the life of your children, your parents, your partner, if they are even alive, hearing how people are getting kidnapped, tortured, and even raped by Israeli soldiers and the state media celebrates it. And on top of this, the only way out is to beg strangers on the internet proving your disgrace with photos and videos of your most vulnerable moments and your children's most vulnerable moments, in a language that's not your own — in some cases, in a language you don't speak or understand, written in a script you can't read, but that someone was kind enough to type a message in for you so that you can re-send it. And on top of all that, people will see your suffering and say you're a bot or a scammer. Can you imagine?

You will never see me post or reblog a donation link to someone who has not been verified, because I know that such risk exists. Most people who are asking and aren't verified are real people in need, because it's difficult to get verified in these circumstances. But I don't speak Arabic, I can't verify myself, so I'm choosing to focus on the ones that we know are verified while those who can speak Palestinian Arabic get in touch with the others and complete the verification process.

I've gotten less on this blog, but on my main blog I've gotten dozens of asks asking for donations and reblogs (I've not counted but my estimation would be around 50) and out of all these, only 2 were fake. The fake ones used PayPal instead of GoFundMe, their stories said they needed insulin (most Gazans are asking for money to evacuate or afford food and medicine, insulin could be needed but it's unlikely to go alone), the photos they used showed up in a reverse image search, and the names once you clicked on their PayPal were not Palestinian or Arab (according to Google, the names of the people I personally got were from Kenya and Uganda, but the same method could be used by people from anywhere else).

Of course it's important to check that any donation you make goes to the person/organization you want it to go to. And that's why I included the verification link. Sending an ask like this to someone trying to get them to publicly post your message spreading the false idea that a very real person with a very real family trying to survive a genocide is a bot or a scam shows, in the best case, that you are careless and didn't think much before acting and, in the worst case, that you are actively taking part in this genocide and contributing to the dehumanisation of Palestinians, to cutting off the little support they get from outside that gives them a chance of survival, and that you are trying to get these families killed. Whether it was on purpose or not, this is what an ignorant message like this —accusing with no proof and where you would have seen it's a real person with only a bit of research—, this is what it does: it contributes to the genocide. It gets people killed. This is a genocide, we cannot afford such mistakes.

If you have a doubt, research before making public accusations. Or ask privately about it. Instead, you chose to send this ignorant ask on Anonymous, meaning that you knew well that I would not be able to answer to you privately and that I would have to answer publicly, using me as a loudspeaker to spread your baseless rumour (a rumour that could cost a family their lives!) with all of my followers.

Of course you've gotten so many of these messages in your inbox. Gaza, even before October, was one of the most densely populated places on Earth because of Israel's apartheid regime and how it pushes Palestinians in an open-air concentration camp. And now they're all getting bombed. What are they supposed to do? Not try to survive? Die in silence? What would you do if you were in their place?

Anyway, let's all go help the family that this ask is accusing. And I recommend you make up for it and donate, too, at least some. They are very close to reaching the goal they need to afford the Egypt travel agency costs to evacuate to Egypt. Help Ahmed and Dina and their children Zeina (7 years old), Eileen (6), Yamen (4), and the baby girl born in June in the midst of war.

(Verification link: number 264)

Let's also help Samer, Shuroq, and their three children:

(Verification link: number 196)

Also please Mahmoud Al Sharif, his wife Soha, and their 4 children (ages 12, 11, 8 and newborn). Mahmoud lost an eye and fingers in the wars he survived before the current one. They are still very far from their goal.

(Verified by 90-ghost here)

"Solidarity is the tenderness of the peoples". Palestine, Catalonia always has you in our heart.

[laurfilijames]

Like My Dreams

Characters: Pete Dunham, the GSE boys, Steve Dunham

Words: 820

Warnings: Mentions of near death experiences, scars and bruises/wounds on face and neck. Mention of blood and trying to control bleeding. Broken leg/use of crutches. Swearing. Drinking

Summary: Steve takes Pete home after he is released from the hospital after almost succumbing to his injuries from the fight with Tommy and the NGO.

A/N: I love Pete and he deserved so much better, so I'm fixing it. This will be a series and will follow the plot of the film aside from the obvious...

This introduction is short, but sweet, and I just needed to get it out of my system and have this hooligan be okay again 💗

If you're interested in being tagged in this please comment, send an ask or DM me!

A big thank you to my friend @stealfromthedevil who lent me her expertise in British slang so I could get it just right 💗

Pete Dunham Masterlist

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Each bump in the road made his head hurt, but even with that, Pete couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

He was going home.

"Bruv," he pleaded one more time, "I really just want to stop in for a pint and see the lads. I don't think that's too much to ask considering you were almost an only child again."

Steve gave him an exasperated glance, his lips thinning even as Pete's grew into what he obviously thought was a convincing grin, and focused back on the road with a sigh.

"And I'll remind you how I almost fucking kicked it, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Pete sang, a solumness washing over him as he looked away from the scar on Steve's neck and out the window, recalling seeing his older brother bleeding out while his hands and clothes were stained in his blood as he had tried to apply pressure to the wound that nearly took his life.

He stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, not wanting to go home, and definitely not wanting to go back to Steve and Shannon's even though they nagged him to, his heart yearning for some form of normalcy after all he'd been through and the days upon days he'd lay stuck in a hospital bed.

The lads had all visited, of course, usually to the disapproval of every nurse and doctor in the vicinity, each member of the GSE doing whatever they could to help the leader of their firm see through to another day.

Pete hadn't been paying attention to the route Steve was taking when he realized they had stopped out front of Brigid Abbey Pub, his brother giving him a somewhat defeated nod as he switched the ignition off.

He was home.

If he didn't need fucking crutches to walk because of his broken leg, he would've ran inside, but instead remained as patient as he could as Steve helped him out of the car, the motion from sitting to standing making him dizzy, and walked slowly with him through the door.

The air inside felt different; the all-too familiar smell he could recount just by thinking about it suddenly seemed foreign, and the usual buzzing feel of The Abbey had fizzled out, almost as though he had actually died.

As he hobbled through to the back table and their usual spot, other patrons began to take notice, whispering and nudging their mates to turn and see both Dunham brothers, alive and almost-well, returning to the place they would always be known as legends.

They were all there; Dave, Bovver, Ned, Ike, Keith and Swill, nearly mowing each other down to get out of the booth and off their chairs to get to him first.

"Aye, aye! Take it easy, lads!" Pete warned through a laugh, all of them quickly settling and taking turns in opting for a gentler hug than they would've liked in seeing the still-fragile state of their mate.

It was a fast and frantic spill of words and stories as they all struggled to talk at once, making his head pound from the sudden excitement, but he smiled through it, having missed his crazy and loyal brotherhood more than he ever imagined.

Steve watched from the bar as Terry fetched their beers, happy to see his brother laughing and breathing, his eyes watering as the emotion of almost watching him die came over him for the billionth time.

"You alright, Major?" Dave asked, coming up to help him bring all the pints over to the table.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Steve blinked, "I'm just- it's just nice to see this."

Dave smiled, his own eyes reflecting the light more than usual, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

They finished their round and ordered another, Pete planted firmly in his seat and refusing to leave yet even though Steve tried to usher him out the door more than once.

"I'll take him round to yours when he's had enough, eh?" Dave offered, and not wanting to rid his brother of the first good thing he'd had happen to him since his brush with death, Steve agreed.

"Cheers, Dave. Always the responsible pilot," Steve nodded, getting his wallet out of his pocket and tossing a few notes on the table for more beers. He looked down at Pete, those boyish blue eyes beaming up at him just as they had all those times he was a kid getting into trouble, the scars and flaws on his face unable to take away from his high-spirited expression.

"You," he pointed, "Go easy."

"Yes, mum!" Pete called, hitting his hand on the table in celebration.

Steve walked through the bar, smiling and shaking his head when he heard Pete say to them in the distance; "Aye! I wanna hear all the eulogies you cunts wrote out for me. Better have been singing my praises!"

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The Spiral [Lio Meier] - Part 4

A/N: One more part after this! things are starting to turn around for our Lio 🤭

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: allergic reaction, lots of medical talk, angst, childhood trauma themes

ICYMI Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The morning after his concussion, Lio thinks it would have been better to have been crushed by a garbage truck. His head hurts so bad, worse than any hangover headache or migraine he’s had in his life. But worse than that is the fog that has settled into his brain. Details of last night are fuzzy- the game, Lucie, their conversation. He thinks things are better, but is worried about facing her this morning.

He rolls over to his back, tentatively opening his eyes. The world doesn’t swirl like it had been last night. But he feels like the front of his forehead is going to explode off from the pressure. Is that normal? Fuck.

Slowly, Lio adjusts his position to sit up. The smell of something baking hits his nose. He smiles. Lucie is still here. It takes awhile before Lio can get out of bed, changed, and hit the bathroom. By the time he is done with that, he feels like he could go back to sleep. Instead, he drags himself towards the kitchen. Lucie is at the stove, a large stack of pancakes to her left. As he gets closer, he can see the rainbow sprinkles poking out of the cakes.

“Lucie pancakes.” He chuckles, approaching her.

“They still hit even as an adult.” She shrugs.

“Doesn’t Stell think these are her creation?”

“Yeah because of her dad.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “Connor thinks she created everything, even though I made these all the time when I was pregnant with her.”

“So he thinks because she was there, she made them?”

“He thinks she created the craving for me, so it’s from her.” 

“Your mom could set that straight.”

“Mmm, I don’t think anyone can set that man straight about his sweet girl.” Lucie takes off two more pancakes. “Sit down and eat. You look awful.”

“Thanks.” Lio mumbles, resting his head delicately in his palm. He sets his elbow on the counter watching as Lucie slaps two pancakes on his plate. “Still hate syrup?”

“Yep.” Lio confirms, picking up his fork to cut into a pancake.

“I heard from Ben. He wanted you to check in when you got up.” Lio nods, grabbing his phone.

While he eats small bites, him and Ben talk about how Lio is feeling. Ben is concerned about the intensity of Lio’s headache. He wants him to go to the hospital for a CT scan. 

“Can you send a car? Lucie needs to go home to her family.” 

“No, I can take you.” She says, waving away his worries. “Con is taking Stell to the rink for practice. She is loving her mommy-free life right now.” Ben and Lio chat more. The team doctor is going to meet them at the hospital and they will know more after the imaging is processed.

Lucie and Lio finish breakfast, then head into Newark. Lucie waits while Lio is being scanned and afterwards while they wait for the radiologist to do a quick read. Everything looks good. Lio’s brain isn’t showing any damage, but he does have one hell of a concussion. The news is good. Lio feels like he can breathe and be more at peace with where he is at.

“You’re going to have to take it easy.” The doctor reminds him. “At least two weeks before you do any exercise.” Lio agrees. He can’t imagine getting on the ice right now with how shitty he feels.

“Is it okay if I drop you off and head out?” Lucie asks Lio when they are back in the car. “Connor is going to the Children’s Hospital to see some of his kiddos. I need to get home before he leaves again.” 

“Yeah, I will be fine. Thank you for staying with me. And.. um tell Connor thanks too. I appreciate it. Know he isn’t my biggest fan.”

Lucie drops Lio in front of his building, then heads back towards her city. Lio’s doorman greets him warmly, opening the big door for him.

“Thanks, Charlie.” 

“Tough one last night, Mr. Meier.”

“Hey, boys pulled out the win tho.” Lio waves as he walks through.

“Your mama is waiting for you in your apartment. She was mighty frazzled this morning.” Lio stops in his tracks. There are two people who have unlimited access to his apartment besides him. One just dropped him off. The other lives in Switzerland. 

“Ah, thanks. Moms…” Lio trails off with a shrug. 

Lio seriously contemplates sprinting out of his building. Doctor’s orders be damned. The only woman to ever love him unconditionally is upstairs and he is not ready to face her. Not ready to see her after the horrible things he said to her. Not ready to face his own shame and self-hatred. It’s why he left Switzerland without seeing her even after telling his dad he wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t deserve her or her love. 

But she is here. Already. He knows how many hoops she must have jumped through to get to him. He senses his dad’s involvement as well. The strings Timo Meier would have pulled for her are unlimited. So Lio Meier gets into the elevator and rises the 6 floors to his awaiting fate. Outside his apartment door, he takes a deep breath, then puts his key in the lock. He pushes the door open, not seeing her on the couch like he expected. 

“Mama?” He calls into the apartment. 

“Lee?” He hears her call from deep inside. She comes rushing out of his room. With zero hesitation, she grabs him and wraps him into her body for a hug. “Oh” She sighs, holding his head against hers. She sucks in a deep breath then lets out a relieved sigh at having him close to her. “Are you okay?” Her brown eyes are deeply pained. Lio closes his eyes, unable to see more. 

“Um, well, I guess but also no. What are you doing?”

“Your laundry.”

“Of course.” He chuckles, shaking his head. He has been grown for awhile, but she still insists on taking care of him. It makes Lio less worried for whatever is to come.

“Well, I was very anxious waiting for you. I had to do something.” She insists, waving a hand in front of her face. “Now, go sit down. I have lemon water, hot oatmeal and toast ready for you.” She gently guides him forward. “And vitamins. You need extra nutrients to get better.”

“Mama.” Lio sighs when she turns to head back to the kitchen. He feels like such a piece of shit with how she is jumping right in to take care of him. The undeserving suffocates him, tightening his throat until he struggles to breathe. “Don’t do this.” He finally chokes out. “Don’t double down and love me harder right now.”

“Lee.” Emma comes back to him, putting her hands on his cheeks. She kisses his forehead, right over where his head aches so badly. “I am never going to stop loving you hard or taking care of you. I’m your mother.” She runs her fingers through his hair, then moves back into the kitchen. His blue eyes follow her.

“Is dad here?”

“Yes, of course. Boys are with Uncle Neeks and Auntie Lex, but Livy is coming this weekend.”

“You both didn’t have to come and Liv needs to stay in California. She has school.”

“Mmm, but we did.” Emma looks over her shoulder at him. “We needed to see that you were going to be okay.”

“Dad isn’t here now?” Lio looks down the hall towards his bedroom.

“No, we felt like it’s you and I that need to talk. Not the three of us.” Lio looks away. “Don’t be mad at daddy. It was me. He didn’t want to do it.” Lio’s blue eyes find her again in the kitchen.

“You don’t get to tell me to not be mad at him.” He whispers.

“Probably not. But I love your dad very much and if I can save him from your wrath, I want to.” 

Lio goes to the couch, sitting down, laying his head back on the top. He is exhausted from his morning. He feels the air of his mom coming around the couch. She puts her hand on his forehead, smoothing the wrinkle of distress there. 

“What’s the news?”

“Concussion.” Lio mumbles. 

“Is your brain okay?”

“Yes.” Emma sighs in obvious relief. Her hand drops to his shoulder. She strokes her hand there, quietly contemplating where to go next. When Lio opens his eyes, she begins.

“Lio, daddy and I love you more than I even know how to say. I never thought I would have to find words to express how much and I’m deeply sorry that you’ve been so hurt.” She sighs, running her hand through her hair, then looking out the floor to ceiling windows to the city. His apartment is only a few blocks from where her and Timo lived when she was pregnant with Lio. That feels like so long ago, but she tries to go back to who she was then to give Lio more insight into their life.

“I was the one who wanted to fudge your story. I know daddy told you that this summer, but he doesn’t know all of the things that went into that. You and I had experiences when you were a baby that made me feel very protective of you. People judged. They were horrible and social media made our life so accessible, even as Daddy and I tried to hide you. But this was never because we were ashamed or didn’t love you.” Disgust and substantial disagreement scrunches Emma’s nose. “It was the exact opposite.” Emma puts her hands on her cheeks for a moment, then continues.

“When you were 10 months old, the Devils were playing in the Eastern Conference finals. Daddy was hurt. He was playing through it as he always does, so he wasn’t performing very well. People were upset.” Lio watches his mom become increasingly uncomfortable. “You and I were out at a store after the Devils went down in the series. There was an incident in public where someone came up to you, a little baby, and called you that name…” Emma closes her eyes. “They went on to literally blamed the entire playoff situation on the fact that you were born out of wedlock. Daddy’s play as well. We were being punished for our sin of having you.”

Lio can see how much this still hurts his mom decades later.

“I’m sorry, mom.” He says sincerely. 

“That person got to me.” Emma shakes her head. “I felt you deserved a better story. A more picture perfect story because of how much joy and purpose you brought to our lives. I..” She sighs. “I felt like we ruined your childhood before it had even really begun. I tried to fix it the way I knew how. Instead I hurt you.” 

“But Lio, please know, I have loved you since the moment I knew of you even when I was crying on a bathroom floor. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to figure it out for you. When I got up off that tile, whatever decision daddy wanted wasn’t going to shake my decision. You were coming because I wanted you. It would be me and you against the world.” Emma stops, looking at him, then she chuckles. “But daddy wasn’t going anywhere. He was all in. He loved us so much. You’ve seen the videos from when I was pregnant with you. Nothing about that was forced.”

Lio remembers the one of his dad laughing hard as a three week old Lio tried to latch onto Timo’s big chest. The pictures of him on the ice at The Rock for the first time in skates that looked massive on his feet. Tons of videos of Lio and Timo napping together the year of the Devils first cup run. He looks across his apartment at a picture of his parents and him with the cup. It was only Lio and them at that time. Well, his mom was pregnant with Livy, but they barely knew that. Although the most difficult to win trophy in sports is right there, his dad’s hands are on a young Lio, engulfing him and his mom in his sweaty equipment.

“It felt like a lie.” Lio hears himself say. He gestures to the picture. Emma follows his gaze. “Like it looked like that. But then you and dad would make a comment about wanting me so bad you couldn’t wait and my whole life felt like a lie.” Emma swallows hard, nodding.

“I see that now, Lee. I’m very sorry. But that was real. That was our life, baby.” She reaches for his hand.

“It hurt me.” He whispers. Emma winces, then runs her hand up his arm to squeeze his shoulder.

“I know. I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” Emma purses her lips together, then looks at Lio with tears in her eyes. She brushes her thumb over the hairs behind his ear. “So loved. So wanted. Never a mistake.” Lio nods, then reaches to hug her. They hold one another tightly. 

“Love you, mama.” Lio inhales heavily. “I can see how you wanted to protect me.” 

“I love you, Lee. So much sweet boy.” When they pull apart, Emma stands to grab Lio more water, then comes back to the couch.

“She wasn’t even pregnant.” Lio confesses. “False positive.” 

“Oh.” Emma blinks. This is the first time she is hearing this. ���How does that make you feel?”

“Relieved.” Lio answers honestly. “More than any of the other reasons I said this summer… I just don’t want kids, mama.”  Emma nods. She has suspected so for awhile. 

“It’s your life. You get to decide. But you need to be more careful because at some point, it becomes not your choice.” 

“Kay, pot.” Lio jokes with a light-hearted smirk. Emma tisks, chuckling and smacking Lio’s leg.

“Don’t slut shame your mother. You didn’t see how good James Bond looked that night.”

- - -

A brisk and skin drying wind has picked up on the East coast in the middle of November. Old man winter is roaring its way to the East coast with a winter storm warning in effect beginning tomorrow. With the impending weather, things are sure to get dicey in the booming metropolis of New York City. Despite the lingering effects of his concussion agitating him today, Lio is currently being dragged from room to room in the Bubble Planet by Stella Wood.

“This way! This way!” She yells, struggling to pull his heavy weight with her little body.

“Stell, I’m coming. Just chill.” He laughs.

“She doesn’t know that word. She’s three.” Lucie jokes back to him. 

They weave through room after room, each one more exciting than the last. Stella is having the time of her life, especially when she is on Lio’s shoulders, getting to touch the bubbles falling from the ceiling.

“Mama, this is the best day! I wish daddy could come!” Lucie and Lio avoid looking at each other, just like they avoid the giant elephant that is Connor Wood between them.

Although Lucie and Connor have discussed more about what happened this summer, he is not ready to move on. It got particularly heated when Lucie asked if Stella could see Lio. Connor questioned Lucie’s motives, worried about the implications and confusion Stella would have about Connor not being there. These were fair and valid points, but her inquisitiveness hurt less than her tears about missing Lio.

“Baby, you do what you need to do, but I’m not interested in spending time with him or fixing this. I’ve made concessions along the way. This is where I am at. Stell stays here with me.” 

Lucie respected that. She dropped it completely. But suddenly the next morning, Connor had given her quiet permission for her to bring Stella to breakfast with Lio. That was a month ago. Connor heads to the rink on days when his girls are meeting up with Lio, always having an excuse about training or treatment or nutrition. Lucie kisses him extra hard on those days, wanting him to know she loves him deeply and understands so much of this is difficult for them.

Now, as she watches Stella up on Lio’s shoulders, all she can fathom is the immense hole Connor’s absence brings. 

“Baby, are you getting hungry?” Lucie asks her daughter as they bop out onto the New York avenue.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want?”

“Mac and cheese!”

“You had that for dinner last night.” Lucie laughs.

“She is a good Swiss girl!” Lio nods approvingly. 

“Her favorite is Kraft.” Lucie points out.

“We’ll work on it. She’s three, ya know.” He jostles Lucie’s shoulder, then immediately regrets it at the way the world swirls upright for a minute. “Oof.” He rubs at his temples.

“Careful, Lee. No setbacks.” Lucie cautions, gripping his shoulder.

The three of them head a few blocks down to a diner, settling into a red booth with huge, plastic menus and a coloring page for Stella. Lio sits on her side of the booth, taking turns coloring a troll in a field of daisy. 

“Not pink!” Stella scrunches her nose, pushing Lio’s hand away.

“What? You said I could pick any color.”

“Yeah, any one but pink.”

“You love pink?”

“When I was two.”

Lucie and Lio both snort, attempting to pursue their lips to keep their laughter in. Stella Wood is an absolute hoot. 

“Can I share a milkshake with you?” Lucia asks Lio.

“I was gonna share with Stell.” 

“Oh, I see how it is.” She raises her eyebrows then looks away with a smirk at her menu. She decides on a simple Strawberry shake. “Stell, do you want to share with uncle Lee?”

“Yeah.” 

“Which flavor?”

“Reese’s! His favorite!” 

“No, you can’t have those, baby. You’re allergic to peanuts.”

“No peanuts in there?”

“Yes, there is peanut butter.” Lucie calmly reminds her.

“Sorry, Uncle Lee. I get sick.” She pats her little pot belly. 

“It’s okay. I was thinking chocolate.”

“Oh yes.” The little girl sighs happily.

The waitress comes and takes their orders. The adults grab cheeseburgers with fries while Stella happily exclaims she needs Mac and Cheese. The waitress practically swoons out of her Keds at how sweetly Stella thanks her for going to get their food. More coloring is done and a quick few games of hangman using three letter words like cat and dog and hat. Stella is getting so good at her ABCs. The milkshakes come out first. Stella watches in awe as the shake is split between two cups for her and her uncle.

“You gonna be able to finish that?” Lio asks. 

“Mhm.” Stella nods enthusiastically. With one hand she grabs the glass while the other helps her balance on the table top. She sucks up the milkshake quickly, then sputters, coughing. 

“Oh, that was a big sip. It’s cold, huh?” Lucie chuckles, handing Stella her water glass. She holds it up to the little girl’s lips for a sip.

“Ah!” She exclaims. “Mmmm.” She sucks up more of the thick liquid. Lio and Lucie chuckle, watching Stella enjoy her ice cream. Lio leans back farther in the booth, looking across the table at his cousin.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today. I missed this.”

“Me too.” Lucie murmur. Stella coughs again, loudly, then seems to gag. Stella sits up straighter, looking Lucie in the eyes with wide orbs. “Are you okay, baby?” Lucie straightens. Lio sits up as well, reaching out for Stella. She makes a wheezing noise, then sticks her tongue out. 

“Oh my god. Stell?” Lucie covers her mouth, watching a red, angry rash begin to form on Stella’s face. Lio grabs Stella as she begins to sway backward.

“She is very warm.”

“What is going on?” Lucie whispers, she looks around the table then she smells it, the faintest whiff of peanut butter coming from the ice cream in the glass Stella was drinking. “Oh my god. Peanut butter.” She reaches for her purse, fumbling around. “Um.. ohmygod.”

“Do you have an Epipen?”

“Um.” She nods vigorously, beginning to pant herself. Her stomach tightens, fear dashes down her spine. She rips her hands through the contents of her purse, looking for the injection she always carries with her since the first reaction Stella had a few months ago in Switzerland. But it wasn’t like this. It was nothing close to this. 

“Luc, come on.” Lio calls to his cousin, picking up Stella into his arms. “You’re okay, baby. It’s okay!” He tries for a cheery voice as Stella being to sob. “Luc, dump the purse out.” Lucie picks the bag up, emptying it from the handles. Lio sees the EpiPen immediately, tossing the cap off hastily. He does the injection, pausing to watch Stella’s reaction. Her wheezing gets tighter, but she can no longer speak to him or even cry. Lio’s heart is racing in his chest as he watches her struggle.

“Do you have another one?”

“No! It’s with Connor at home.” She shakes her head frantically. “Oh my god. Someone call an ambulance!” Lucie sobs out to the restaurant. In the haste of dumping her purse out, her phone fell underneath the booth. But she is frozen in paralysis. She can’t move. She can’t breathe. She is forced to watch her baby struggle.

Adrenaline takes over Lio like he was injected with the epinephrine. He calculates out where they are in the city, the amount of time it will take for an ambulance to get there and he knows Stella’s chances of making it are slim with how much she is struggling even after her first injection. He has seen this before with a kid in school when they still lived in Jersey. 

“There isn’t time for the ambulance. I’m taking her to Children’s.” The hospital is at the end of the three blocks they walked from Bubble Planet, close to Lucie’s car. Lio secures Stella to his chest and begins to run from the restaurant. He leaves Lucie at the table to scramble her things back into her bag. He runs as fast as his body will go. Stella jostles against his shoulder, going limper and limper and Lio quite literally races against time. 

“You’re going to be okay, Stell. it’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promises the little girl in his arms. 

Tears blur his vision. His concussion rears it’s ugly head, pulsing against his temples and making the sidewalk shift with his blurred vision. He can’t let that stop him. Stella needs him. He pushes his injured and weak body to go harder the next block, dodging pedestrians and cabs in walk ways and dogs on leashes. He hits the emergency entrance of the hospital, screaming for help. 

“Help! Please! My nieces is going into shock! She was exposed to peanuts!” Nurses swarm him, snatching Stell immediately and taking over. 

“Did you give her Epinephrine?”

“How was she exposed?”

“Is this her first exposure?”

Lio answers the questions as best he can. Yes, ingested and no. He looks over his shoulder, wondering when he can expect to see Lucie. But then they are taking Stella away on her bed. Another nurse holds him back as they rush down the hall with her. 

“Sir, I need you to wait in the lobby.”

She is right. He needs to wait for Lucie anyway. But that doesn’t make it easier to turn around. He heads to the doors he just sprinted through, avoiding the gazes of curious onlookers. He walks outside into the cold air. His chest tightens immediately and he turns to the side, looking for something he can vomit into. But then he sees Lucie Wood, rushing down the sidewalk, clutching her purse to her chest, sobbing so loud he can hear every inhale and exhale of her shaking body.

“Luc, they’ve got her.” Lio calls to her. He opens his arms up and Lucie collapses into his body. His shirt is immediately wet from her face. Large hiccups shudder her frame against him. He squeezes her tight, smoothing her hair down. “It’s going to be okay.” Lio whispers to her, hoping that maybe if they chant that together, it will make it real.

Several minutes pass. Lucie continues to sob into Lio’s body, even after he moves her inside to get out of the wind. The doctors come out looking for him, finding him and Lucie together. Stella is stable. They can go see her, but she will need to stay for several hours for monitoring as they had to give her two more injections. Lucie heads right into her daughter’s room, curling up with the little girl who looks drugged and exhausted in the center.

“Mama is here. You’re okay.” She cries to her daughter. Stella is upset and shaken from the ordeal. She clings to Lucie like a monkey, balling her shirt up in her little fists. 

“LuLu, do you want me to call Connor?”

“Yes.” Lucie whispers, barely able to get the word out of her shaking lips. She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, handing her phone to him. “If you call he won’t answer.” She says simply. Lio tries to brush that off like it doesn’t hurt, but it stings as bad as the wind biting his cheeks during his sprint to the hospital. 

Lio takes a deep breath, then clicks on Connor’s contact. His heart is pounding in his chest like he’s about to take a face-off in the final minute of a trailing game. He licks his lips, leaning agains the wall, waiting on the call to connect.

“Hey baby! I’m just about to leave.”

“Ah.” Lio coughs. “Hey, it’s Lio.”

Silence.

“Where is Lucie?” A definite snap tightens the words through the line. 

“She’s with Stella. She asked me to call you and tell you what is going on.”

“What? Are they okay? What..” 

“Lucie is okay.” Lio starts.

“Stell? Whats wrong with her!?” Connor’s voice is beginning to escalate. “What did you do, Lio?” Connor snaps. Lio closes his eyes. 

“I didn’t do anything. It was a mistake at the restaurant.”

“Fuck!” Connor yells. “Where are you?”

“At Children’s hospital off 34th.”

“You have to tell me what happened, Lio.”

“I’m trying to, but you’re not letting me get much out here, man.” Connor sighs. Lio takes his silence as compliance. “We were out grabbing lunch and she had an allergic reaction and we had to bring her to the hospital. Her Epipen wasn’t enough.”

“Fuck, I have the second one. We usually have the two together, but Lucie and I had plans the other night and…” Connor’s voice is distraught.

“It happens. But you should get down here. They need you.”

“I’m on my way.” 

Lio removes the phone from his ear, looking at the lock screen of Lucie, Connor and Stella. Lio took that photo of them this summer in Switzerland, before everything happened. He sighs heavily, then comes back into the room.

“Connor is coming.” Lio assures Lucie. She doesn’t take her crying eyes off the little girl in her arms. She sniffs and nods in acknowledgement, continuing to touch her daughter’s face soothingly. Lio can’t tell if it’s for Stella or Lucie.

Connor Wood arrives thirty minutes later with squeaking sneakers on the tile floor of the hospital hallway. Lucie and Stella are dozing in an overwhelmed sleep. Lio sits in the chair next to them with one hand on Stella, rubbing her arm. Lucie’s hand clings to his wrist, needing comfort in one of the worst moments of her life. 

“I’m a terrible mom.” She had told Lio tearfully.

“You’re not. It was scary.” 

“What if you weren’t there?”

“It doesn’t matter. I was.”

“Luc! Stell!” Connor rushes into the room then locks in on Lio. He shifts his worried eyes to the bed, seeing Lucie and Stella curled together. His lips pull into a deep frown, then his eyes seemingly dim when he takes in Lio in the place he should be.

“They’re resting, Lucie is pretty upset.” Lio says as he slowly works his wrist out of Lucie’s grasp. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll leave now, I just didn’t want to leave the girls alone before you got here.”

“What happened?” Connor asks. Lio can see the way his chest rapidly raises and falls beneath the Rangers logo on his chest.

“Stella somehow got a peanut butter shake at the diner. Wrong order. She had some and started having a severe reaction.” Connor’s face gets ghostly pale. He puts his hand on his head over his blue hat, waiting for more. “Um, Luc, She… she panicked. It was all scary. Truly awful. But I gave Stell the injection, but it didn’t do enough. She became mostly unresponsive.” Connor closes his eyes, bringing his hands to his face in anguish. “There wasn’t time to wait for help, so I grabbed Stella and ran here with her.” 

“You ran?”

“Yeah. Stell didn’t have time.” Lio reiterates. If he is mad at Lio for that, then so be it. Maybe it was reckless, but Lio had to make a judgement call and Stell is going to be okay because of it. Connor stares at Lio. Then suddenly he steps forward around the bed. Lio stands up taller, preparing for anything. Connor wraps an arm around Lio’s shoulders to bring him into his body. Lio brings his hands up, clasping Connor’s back as they share a deep, sincere hug. 

“Thank you.” Connor whispers, tears coating his voice. Lio squeezes Connor tighter, not wanting to let go of his best friend. Suddenly, it hits Lio. How close they were to losing Stell. How dire she had looked when he ran through the doors of the ER. How Lucie had every right to be that terrified at the table. It had been bad. Horrible. Worst case scenario. 

Lio can’t help it. He begins to sob. Everything that has happened the last few months weeps out of him. From losing Savannah, to screaming at his parents, to only having his little sister, to losing the three people in this room with him. His concussion… almost losing Stella on that New York street.

“It’s okay, Lee. She’s going to be okay.” Connor puts his hand on Lio’s head. “You saved our girl.” Lio nods, shuddering as he pulls away. Both men wipe their faces with their hands, then look over to the two girls laying in the bed. Stella has a sleepy grin on her face, watching them.

“Daddy!” She giggles, reaching out to him, flexing and unflexing her fingers for him to come closer.

“Hi baby.” Connor smiles brightly, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. “Can I lay with you and mama?” 

“Yeah.” Stella yawns as she says the word. 

“Sleepy.” Connor chuckles, kissing her again. He curls her and Lucie into his body, trying to be careful not to wake his wife. Lucie jolts up at the feeling of his hands on her. “Me, Luc. It’s me.” She visibly relaxes when she sees her husband. “I’m here.” He brushes her cheek with his thumb. 

Lio watches from the end of the bed, then anxiously rubs at his forehead. He clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Um, well I’ll head out so you all can be together.”

“No, don’t go.” Lucie shakes her head. 

“It’s okay, Luc. I’ll see you later.” 

“You should stay with us.” Connor says softly. “We want you here.” The insinuation of the we has the corners of Lio’s mouth sliding up.

Lio makes his way back to the chair by the bedside, sitting down in it. Him and Connor share a look of understanding. Lucie trails her nails along Stella’s back as another big yawn stretches her little mouth. 

“Uncle Lee?” Stella murmurs.

“Hm?”

“You gonna be here when I wake up?”

“Yeah, Stell.” He sighs. “I’ll be right here.”

[reticent-writer]

Reaction of Sanemi, Tengen, Rengoku (Separated) to S/What's Their Grandfather Spanking Their Father Why They Were Being Rude To Them. In the Case of the three the S/o is their Paternal Grandfather and Beat up Their Father until Leaving them injured because they were being rude To their children. Like I'd love to see their reaction to their grandfather spoiling and defending them.

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker.

Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira.

Shinobu's is a doctor.

Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

sorry for the wait

Demon slayer masterlist

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Sanemi

Your dad was living with you and Sanemi after he had a bad accident and hurt his hip

The same way you treat sanemi as a son he treats him as and grandson (genya too)

your dad spoils him rotten

"Really Sanemi?" you slapped the back of his neck as the two of you walked into the house from a long day of training new slayers.

"I didn't do anything wrong." He argued trying to speed walk away from you. You wouldn't let him go.

"You were supposed to train the lower ranks not send them to the hospital."

"That doesn't mean you can- OW." You yelped as a hard object collided with the back of your head. You whipped your head around to see your dad struggling to bend down to get his geta.

"Don't punish him for doing his job, boy."

"You didn't see those poor slayers, broken limps, puffy faces. It was overkill."

He ignored you and instead went to coddle Sanemi. (I imagine sanemi looking back at you with a smug face)

"Dad, he can ju-"

"Are you a hashira?" he interrupted, raising a hand to slap your shoulder since he can't reach your head due to his hip. He's old so his hit don't do much.

"...Dad... stop..."

Tengen

your father wanted to visit for a weekend and he's a fickle old man and favors Tengen over u

in his eyes he can do no wrong and tengen know it

anytime your father comes for a visit he makes trouble for you but now that everyone is older hopefully he grew out of that

You decided to make your father's favorite dish while he chatted with tengen and his wives.

"so what brings you here this time pops." Your dad hates that name but because Tengen used it he's fine with it.

"Do I need an explanation to visit?" He chuckled.

"Of course not, our house is always open to you." Hina smiled as she helped you set the table and serve drinks.

"Y/n when is dinner ready, I'm getting hungry." Tengen very flamboyantly and not like a child at all complained.

"Soon... I would've been done if I had help tho." You muttered the last part.

"I heard that." Tengen said.

"What'd he say."

"Just a smartass comment. pops I think he need to be taught a lesson."

You stopped cooking and faced them.

"Really Tengen. You are not a child anymore, deal with your own problems."

He was about to when your dad stopped him and threw his geta right at your forehead.

Guess he never grew out of it.

Rengoku

It came as a shock to see your dad talking to shinjuro over a glass of sake

You haven't heard from him since you a little before you retired

You honestly thought he kicked the bucket

"It's rude to stare Y/n" Your dad said, pausing the conversation with shinjuro.

"Sorry sir, I just didn't expect you to be here."

He was about to respond when Kyojuro came from behind you.

"Ah, kyo you've gotten so big. All that training I've heard you've been doing really shows. I hope y/n hasn't given you a hard time when you go on missions together."

'crap I didn't tell him I retired.' you thought as you gave kyo a pointed look to not say anything but he is very oblivious.

"Y/n retired when I became hashira."

(cue a comedically slow head turn towards you)

"Your so young why retire?" He questioned as he placed his hand on your shoulders. You honestly couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

"I got hurt and couldn't fight anymore. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"All the training that we did and 1 fight was enough to take you out? Really y/n."

The night he gave you a real injury.

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An: Botanical Garden coming soon

Stay tuned

[sailorsplatoon]

okay new dark ask incoming, we know what happens if the partners saw the other/ their kid die infront of them, but what if instead they got hospitalized and had to visit them in the hospital?

If Acht, Four, Harmony, or Gibbous were in the hospital, all the others would just not leave. Like they’d all stay in the hospital the entire time until they’re better. Every now and then one will leave to go get something, but none of them will be gone for long.

For Callie, Elita, and Lyra they’d just be worried about whichever one of them is hopsitalized. They send a bunch of gifts and spend as much time in the hospital with them as they can. 

Marie, Shina, and Cassie have probably been through this with Cassie before, seeing how often she gets hurt. Though I’m going to say this would be way mroe severe than any other reason she had been in the hopsital, so they’d be way more worried than normal. Though they’re also all close friends with the hospital staff at this point, so they know they can trust them to do a good job. 

Shiver, Birch, Megan, Don, and Kai are both concerned for who’s hospitalized and mad at whatever the reasone was, wheather is was an accident or someone who hurt them. They’d find a way to sure someone for sure. 

I’m guessing that for Frye, Elle, and Pixel, the only one that could actually be hospitalized is Frye because she’s the only one with an organic body. Elle and Pixel would probably just go to Marina for help, and even if they were severely damaged it’s not that big of a deal since she could just make them a new robot body and transfer the code. But they would be super worried about Frye if she was in the hospital, since they don’t know how easy it is for her to heal. They can get better as fast as Marina can fix them, but for her it takes a longer time than that. 

Pearl, Marina, and Kaito would all be very very scared for whoever is in the hopsital. I can imagine Pearl trying to bribe the nurses to get them better treatment, but there’s not much the nurses and doctors can do that they aren’t already doing. She still gives them the money though, wanting them to do whatever they can. In the case that Pearl is the one hospitalized, Marina would be tyring to help the medical staff, literally doing their jobs for them (and doing amazing at it).

Captain, Eight, Big Man, and their currently unnamed child (I need to think of something soon) would probably do something similar to Four, Acht, Harmony, and Gibbous in that they stay at the hopsital as long as they possibly can. There aren’t enough beds for all of them, and one of them can sleep on the couch, but one of them has to sleep on the floor. So they bring a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor. They would rather do that than leave their loved one’s side. 

Thank you for the ask!!! This gives me an excuse to give all of them cool scars. 

[hilarychuff]

All the Best People See You (All the Best People Know), Chapter 13

new chapter alert!! if anybody wants to read and leave a comment on the new installment of my season 4 robin/chrissy au then i will blow a kiss your way!!

Eddie can’t imagine it’s going to go well when Chrissy’s mom finally shows up and discovers a drug-dealing super-super-senior metalhead at her daughter’s bedside.

read it on ao3 here

“You doing OK, Ozzy?” Eddie asks when they’re finally alone in her hospital room.

It’s late now, nearly the middle of the night, but they’d been sitting in the emergency room waiting area for a while before a nurse finally came to look at Chrissy’s ankle and bring her back for x-rays. It took even longer for a doctor to check in, for them to send Chrissy to get her cast, but at least they’d let Eddie tag along the whole time. They’d almost let him take her home until someone finally noticed that her file listed her as 17, not 18 like she’d claimed during intake.

Now that they’ve discovered she’s underage, things have gotten a little trickier. Apparently, they need a parent or legal guardian they can release her to — her parent or legal guardian, specifically, though he’d tried to see if he couldn’t swing Wayne for a jailbreak — and a call to the Cunningham home had gone unanswered. Which means they’re probably stuck here ‘til morning at least.

Eddie’s not sure exactly if that’s a bad thing. Seems like Chrissy could use the extra time, maybe. He knows she’d wanted to see his show, had wanted to give all of the guys their posters (and, OK, he’d wanted to sing his song for her, too), but he’s also pretty sure she’d put off going to the hospital specifically to avoid any calls made home.

He doesn’t know what goes on in the Cunningham house. Doesn’t know exactly what makes Chrissy so scared. But the way she lies to her mom — practiced, expert, creative in the way she’d come up with details about workout tapes and salads and absolutely no Jane Fonda — makes it clear that she’s developed some elaborate systems over the years. He’s also noticed the way she seems to go to pieces when those systems fail, the way she’d lost her lunch almost immediately when she found out her mom knew she was lying, when she realized she couldn’t fall back on Jason or her cheer friends as cover.

Eddie can’t imagine it’s going to go well when Chrissy’s mom finally shows up and discovers a drug-dealing super-super-senior metalhead at her daughter’s bedside. Especially since he’s struggling to come up with some sort of helpful story to feed her. They could say she tripped, or fell, had some sort of benign accident that could’ve befallen anyone at any time, but there’s no real getting around the part where none of that would have happened if she hadn’t snuck out. Not unless her mom might somehow buy that Eddie was just driving around Loch Nora when he saw her stumble on her way to get the mail, and that instead of taking her inside to her dad, he’d ferried her away to the hospital without telling anyone. And he’s, uh, pretty sure that isn’t going to cut it.

Even the truth won’t work, Eddie’s sure. It should be enough. Should be some sort of fuck you to snobby suburbia that the guy who broke Chrissy’s leg was a member of the basketball team, presumably one of the few boys Chrissy’s parents trust to hang around their daughter, but Eddie’s sure the fact that it had to do with him and Jason Carver getting into a fistfight means that won’t exactly go over well, either.

At least they’ve got time. Hours still, probably. And the doctors gave Chrissy the good pain meds, so she seems to be feeling OK, something she confirms with a wobbly sort of smile when he squeezes her hand.

“Thanks for staying with me, Eddie,” she says in a quiet voice. “You’re a really good friend.”

“The best even, some might say,” he teases, gentle. “Or at least so I hear.”

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[she-karev]

Meeting Luna (Jolex Sweet Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Alex Karev x Jo Wilson/Jo Karev

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 3

Summary: Alex and Jo help a patient deliver a baby that formed in her liver. Later Amber Karev gets news that devastates her and her loved ones.

Words: 3554

April 12th, 2020

Jo comes out of the hospital exhausted and rubbing her strained neck. It’s been four days since Meredith Grey was found passed out in the parking lot by Alex. He brought her inside the hospital where she was tested positive for covid. Since then, he has been checking in on her as her medical proxy, making sure she’s stable while Jo has been covering Meredith’s service. So far Jo hasn’t been outside in four days and the stress of the new job is getting to her.

“Hey.” Jo looks up to find her sister-in-law, Amber Karev, and best friend, Link, approach her in their casual clothes, “I’d ask how you’re doing but I think your appearance is answer enough.”

“Despite what you may read or hear in the news, sunlight does not in fact kill Covid 19.” Link says when he sees Jo has her mask off to take a breath.

“Ha. I've been covering Meredith's service. I haven't been outside in four days.” Amber hisses at that feeling bad for her, “What are you doing here?”

“Hand trauma.” Link explains.

“You left Amelia alone with four kids for a hand?”

Amber oohs at that, “You are so gonna be in the doghouse tonight.”

“She told me to come in.” Link explains.

“Oh. You're already annoying her.” Jo teases causing Amber to grin, “What's on your shirt?”

Link sees a sticky spot on his shirt, “Ooh, that's, uh, syrup? I made pancakes this morning.”

“Weird. You're a dad.” Jo jokes.

“Missed you!” Link sings before going inside leaving the sisters-in-law to catch up.

“How’s it going on your front?” Jo asks Amber, “I’m sure it’s not as painful as mine.”

“Normally I would disagree, but I know me complaining about my life right now is just gonna piss you off.” Amber says before changing the subject, “Any luck getting DCFS to do a home inspection?”

Jo frowns at that reminder. She and Alex bought a suitable two story 4-bedroom house back in February so they can raise a family there. They started the adoption paperwork, and the agency was gonna send a social worker to do a home inspection and interview them face to face.

But then March 13th happened, and social services has limited home visits in favor of public safety. The news broke Jo’s heart who was getting happier every time she and Alex were one step closer to having a baby of their own. So far, she has been trying to get past the pain with virtual therapy and work.

Jo sighs, “No they said other matters take precedence which as a woman who wants to adopt an abandoned baby pisses me off but as a doctor working in this terrible time I get it. I just wish I finally decided to have kids one month or hell even one day earlier. Maybe it might have made a difference.”

“I’m really sorry.” Amber says sad as well, “I know it doesn’t compare but my life hasn’t gone the way I envisioned it would five months ago either.”

Jo nods understanding, “Yeah if you had told me a year ago a pandemic would hit and instead of shopping for a car seat and looking toward the future, I would pray for toilet paper and hand sanitizer I would think you were crazy.”

“I would think I was crazy too.” Amber says bitterly, “I really am sorry I know how much you and Alex want a baby.”

“Thanks. We’re fine, we have each other, and we’ll just wait until social services finally does a visit and approves us. And to practice we have Schmitt living with us.”

Amber laughs, “I still can’t believe your letting him live with you. And I can’t believe Alex agreed to it, were you guys running low on rent or reasons for pity?”

“Okay he was sad and lonely, and he didn’t have a place to live I felt bad. It’s how Jackson felt with you after DeLuca broke up with you so…”

“…Touche my friend, touche. I gotta go, we’ll complain together later.”

“I’m holding you on that.” Amber walks past Jo and enters the pit when Levi Schmitt comes out and approaches Jo from behind.

“Abdominal pain consult in the ER.” Jo groans at that before snapping her fingers at Levi.

“I have faith in you.

“Covid test is still pending.” Levi informs Jo who slumps in defeat.

“I feel like I could just lay down and die.”

“Ah.” Levi imitates spitting to Jo’s confusion, “You really shouldn't say that during a pandemic.”

Levi goes back inside with Jo sulking for a minute before she puts her mask on and goes to her patient inside. Jo puts her protective shield on before going inside the trauma room where a blonde woman wearing a mask, face shield and gloves is sitting on the table clutching her stomach in pain.

“Val Ashton?” Jo starts, “Hi. I'm Dr. Karev. Okay, so you've had abdominal pain and vomiting for the last two weeks?”

“But it's not Covid.” Val insists, “I have gone nowhere, seen no one, touched nothing. I couldn't stop talking to the nurse that took my blood. It was the first in-person conversation I had had in months. I told her about the fight with my co-worker, all about my ex. And I think I invited her to lunch.”

Jo chuckles, “Don't worry. They're used to it.” Jo goes over Val’s chart in her tablet, “Okay, so your labs came back already, and…congratulations. You don't have Covid. You're just pregnant.”

Val looks at Jo in shock and utters a single word, “What?”

“Pregnant.” Jo repeats.

“What?”

“Yaay?” Jo says in the form of a question leaving Val to look at her in utter shock at this news.

An Hour Later

After the ultrasound from Carina confirmed there was no fetus in the uterus Jo ordered an abdominal scan for Val to find the underlying issue for her stomach pains. She asked Amber to assist her because she knows with Webber restricting residents from treating covid patients her resident sister-in-law is bored from doing scut and mandating patient entry.

“Thanks for letting me in on this I really needed it especially since Webber decided to punish Koracick by making him residency program director which also punishes us.”

“Yeah of course I figured it was either let you work close with me or risk getting Koracick punched in the face and you losing your job.”

“You make it sound like those are bad things.”

Bailey comes inside the monitor room, “Karev, I need you to keep covering Grey's service. I'm hoping to persuade Dr. Webber to come back to the OR, whenever he finishes adjusting his crown. Chief of chiefs. I could be chief of chiefs.”

“You'd be really good at that.” Amber says.

“What do you got?” Bailey asks

“Abdominal pain, vomiting, positive beta HCG. She's not pregnant, but I want to rule out a mass.” The scans pull up.

“Okay I see a mass it’s in the liver.”

Bailey looks at the scans astonishes, “That is no mass. That is a fetus.”

“She is pregnant, but her baby is attached to her liver?” Jo gasps at this in wonder while Amber chuckles in delight until Bailey steps in.

“Mine.”

“Hell no.” Amber retorts facing her boss, “This patient doesn’t have covid and I need something to lift up my spirits.” Bailey stares down at the resident who stares back with equal intimidation, “I’ve faced scarier things chief the only way you’re getting me out is tossing me across the floor.”

“Do you want to see that happen?” Bailey asks threateningly which doesn’t faze Amber as they continue to stare down with Jo looking on in worry.

“Okay as primary I will call the shots. Amber, I love you, but Bailey is my boss so get out.” Amber scoffs and turns to Jo who speaks before she can, “Go.”

“Fine.” Amber growls and stands up stomping out of the room with Bailey taking her place in joy as they look at the scans of the baby inside Val’s liver.

Later

Jo sees Alex in the middle of the empty peds floor and approaches him with a tablet in her hand.

“Hey are you busy?”

“Well, my best friend is being monitored by her sister and my sister’s ex-boyfriend so that leaves me time to sort out my empty floor where every surgery has been rescheduled for the next three months. I’m free for whatever you have as long as it’s not mundane.”

Jo chuckles, “Oh then you are gonna love this.” She hands him the tablet and shows Alex Val’s scans, “Val Ashton 35, came in with abdominal pain and vomiting, labs showed that she was pregnant but there was nothing in the ultrasound so we ran scans to see what the issue was.”

Alex looks at the scans, “Tumor in her liver that released HCG? I’m lost on why you came to me with this.”

“Because that mass in her liver is a fetus.” Jo explains and grins at Alex looking at her with wide eyes, “Yep you heard me my patient has an abdominal pregnancy.”

“I can see why you came to me.” Alex says with a grin relieved to have a case, “Is the fetus viable?”

“Carina DeLuca is about to do an ultrasound and we’ll get answers. If the baby is viable, we need to get them out so the growing placenta doesn’t rupture Val’s liver. We want you there so you can explain the risks the baby will face if she decides to keep it.”

“Okay yeah I can do that lead the way.” Jo leads Alex away from the peds floor to Val’s room.

Later

“There's a baby in my liver?” Val asks Jo with Alex next to her while Carina does an ultrasound on Val’s side where her liver is hearing a heartbeat.

“You have what's called an abdominal pregnancy, where the fetus develops outside of the uterus. You're about 26 weeks.”

“And so far, the heartbeat is strong which indicates viability.”

“That’s right and it’s very good in cases like this.” Carina says as she wipes away the gel, “Val, these pregnancies don't normally survive to term, but your baby is very much alive. Your case is extremely rare.”

“He made me feel like crap for eight years.” Val explains, “Every time IVF didn't work…he would look at the doctor and say, ‘Well, what can she do differently next time?’ When clearly it was his fault. Because I had a one-night stand with a guy that wears square computer glasses, and I'm knocked up.”

Alex nods understanding her pain from having his dream of having a baby with Jo stalled by covid.

“Val.” Carina sits by Val’s side and asks her cautiously, “Do you want this baby?”

Val inhales with tears in her eyes before nodding.

“Okay. Then we need to deliver her today.” Jo explains, “The growth of the placenta could cause the liver to bleed at any moment, and we need to operate to save you both, now.”

“It's a girl?” Val asks with a smile behind her mask.

Alex grins and nods, “Yes, it is.”

“Luna.” Val says rubbing her own belly, “That's her name. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew my daughter's name. I want to call her Little Moon, like the book, my mom would read it to me all the time.”

“Val.” Carina says and Val looks up nodding.

“Yeah, okay. Let's get her out!” Val gives consent in joy and the doctors look at each other knowing it’s not gonna be an easy surgery.

Two Hours Later

Jo and Bailey expose the liver revealing the baby inside as the scans show waiting for Alex and Carina to gown up so they can take the baby.

“Is she viable?” Alex asks as he spins while the nurse gowns him.

“Come see for yourself. Liver's exposed.” Bailey says causing Alex and Carina to observe the liver where they see the amniotic sac attached to the liver to their wonder.

“Wow.” Carina says in shock.

“Hello there, Little Moon.” Alex greets the baby before Bailey and Jo go over the steps of the procedure. Alex and Carina start the c-section and take out the small baby immediately, putting her inside the incubator while Bailey and Jo try to save the liver.

“Alex, I'm not seeing any movement.”

“Damn it.” Alex curses, “We need to intubate.” Alex and Carina try to intubate Luna while Jo and Bailey try to stop the heavy bleeding.

“How's Luna?” Jo asks.

Carina responds while helping Alex, “Apgar 2, maybe 3.” “We’re still trying to get the tube in.” Alex tries to intubate Luna, “Come on Luna you got this come on.” He successfully intubates her, “I’m in, bag her and get her up to the unit now let’s go!” Alex and Carina hurriedly take the incubator out of the OR while Jo and Bailey work hard to save Val’s life.

That Night

Jo is in the NICU looking down at her and Alex’s patient, Luna, who is hooked up to leads and wires in an incubator. The sight of the tiny premie breaks Jo’s heart but knowing the baby’s story gives her hope in a hopeless time.

“Hi, Luna.” Jo coos at the baby as she holds her tiny hand, “Hi. Your mommy is asleep right now, but she is gonna be so excited to meet you.”

Bailey approaches them with a grin, “See? Joy.”

Jo chuckles lightly, “She developed in a liver and was born in a pandemic. She is a survivor.”

“Your work these last few days hasn't gone unnoticed.” Bailey compliments, “Thank you.”

Jo nods and grows solemn at the reminder knowing why she’s so busy, “Meredith has to be okay, Bailey. She has to be okay.” The woman stand there looking at the baby hoping their good friend will make it through this virus.

Later

“We’re gonna need to keep you for observation for the next month.” Alex informs Val who is bleary from her surgery, “Dr. Karev and Dr. Bailey did their best to resect your liver without doing too much damage but we need to be safe and keep a close eye on you. Now we’ll do daily scans on your abdomen to make sure your liver isn’t failing. Worst case scenario we put you on the transplant list and wait for a match to fall through. And until then we would put you on dialysis to buy you some more time.”

“And what about Luna?” Val asks worried, “Is she gonna be okay?”

“She needs to be constantly monitored in the NICU while her lungs continue to form. Now she’s 26 weeks so we would have her incubated for the next 19 weeks till she reaches full term.”

“Can I hold her? Or visit her?”

Alex sighs, “I want to say yes but her immune system is still compromised and you’re still fresh out of surgery moving one of you could raise complications. We would need to wait until you’re discharged so you can visit her. Now I can set up a camera so you can watch her and talk to her while you’re both recovering. I’m sorry but it’s the best I can do right now.”

Val sighs in sadness, “…This is not how I imagined having a baby after all this time but I wouldn’t change it if it meant finally having Luna.”

Alex nods understanding, “If it makes you feel better my plans for having a baby have been recently stalled too.”

“Fertility issues?”

“Not exactly.” Alex sits in a chair next to Val, “My wife, Dr. Karev, told me she was finally ready to start a family and I was excited to be a dad. We were gonna adopt instead of getting pregnant because we were both kids in the system and we know it can be a brutal upbringing. We bought a house, we bought furniture to make it look picture perfect for social services, we were finally ready to start a family…but then March happened, and all our efforts went out the window. We’re now waiting as patiently as we can to get a social worker to visit and approve us and every minute that passes feels-”

“Like an eternity?” Val finishes understanding, “It’s how I felt before, during and after IVF. It felt like I was never gonna have a baby, like it was my fault somehow and to find out it wasn’t my fault at all makes me angry…but you telling me my baby is finally out. It makes all that anger disappear and I feel joy. God, I feel so much joy.”

Alex grins at that, “I could use some of that joy right now, can you share?”

“No.” Val’s blunt answer makes Alex chuckle. She frowns as a horrible scenario comes into her head that makes her look at Alex square in the face, “I need you to promise me something. Promise me that if I die, you’ll make sure Luna walks out of this hospital if I can’t.”

“Val…I can’t make promises.” Alex sadly tells her.

“I know but I need you to promise you will do everything you can to make sure Luna is okay. You will try any procedure, you will get her into a trial, you will do anything to make sure one of us makes it out of this alive. I need you to promise that you will take care of my Little Moon if I can’t, from one desperate parent to another please promise me.”

Alex looks at Val in awe before holding her hand and looking into her eyes with conviction, “I promise.” Val sniffles and looks at Alex gratefully as he holds her hand with the both of them feeling hopeful.

Epilogue

Amber is alone in the resident’s lounge putting her casual clothes on feeling drained once again after another long day in charge of the check in station outside. What was supposed to be her first surgery in weeks turned into little arguments with people who refuse to fully wear their masks and keep a six feet distance.

It got to the point where one of them spit on her and she spent ten minutes furiously scrubbing her face with rubbing alcohol afraid of the germs and angry at the ass who demeaned her. Now all Amber wants to do is go to Jackson’s penthouse, drink his expensive alcohol and watch bad reality tv. A knock on the door calls her and she turns to find her roommate Jackson Avery standing outside the door in his casual wear and black mask looking at her in worry.

“I heard what happened. Did the guy really spit in your face when you told him to stop acting like an idiot and put his mask on and keep a safe distance?”

Amber groans putting her black mask on, “Yep, I did the silkwood shower on my face right after I think I peeled off a layer of my own skin. I don’t want to talk about it I just want to go home, watch The Bachelorette and wonder where my life is going after today.”

“I’ll join you; I got a feeling Hannah is gonna eliminate Peter.”

Amber scoffs at that, “Please you wish, Peter is going all the way, Mike is next mark my words.”

Jackson’s eyes widen offended, “Oh we’ll see about that Mike is her dream man, loser does the laundry?”

Amber chuckles at her friend, “You’re on, make sure to fold my delicates I like them neat and organized.”

“Same. Let’s go.” Amber slings her backpack on and is about to walk towards him when Owen Hunt comes in with a numb face wearing his scrubs and mask.

“Good I caught you both before you left.”

“What’s wrong?” Jackson asks concerned.

Owen looks solemn but faces Amber with regret getting straight to the point, “Amber your test came back just now, your positive for covid 19, I’m sorry.”

Jackson and Amber are stunned by this with him standing by the doorway looking at Amber worried she’ll faint like Meredith. Amber is standing by her cubby with her backpack on looking frozen with shock before she chuckles uneasily.

“Is this a joke? I’m not symptomatic, I feel fine. Did Koracick or Alex put you up to this because it is the worst punking in the history of ever.”

“No this isn’t a joke.” Owen says with a serious tone, “The test is right here you can look at it if you want.”

Owen puts the tablet on the table six feet away from Amber who takes it and looks at her results with a small gasp. She looks up at Jackson who looks down in worry but pulls out his phone.

“I’ll book you a hotel room to quarantine and tell your family.” He puts the phone to his ear, “And April we should get tests too.”  

Amber swallows the lump in her throat before sitting on the bench while Jackson makes calls. At this moment she feels a fear in her chest she’s never experienced before as a doctor and as of now a patient.

[taysdorothea13]

Imagine Taylor and Travis panicking the first time they realize baby Wrenny is allergic to nuts.

-💚

no because taylor feels so bad. wren's barely crawling when she and travis get the placement, she knows how, but she's showing obvious signs of being hesitant and scared so it's not hard to connect the why. but, the point is that she's barely crawling and so taylor doesn't think anything of it when she leaves wren on a blanket in the living room and goes to check on how travis is doing with the cookies, because its still around christmas time and they're really honing in on the holiday spirit. she was gone maybe a minute, but when she comes back into the living room wren's pulled herself up to the coffee table and she's got a mouthful of nuts, which is the first thing that sends taylor into a panicked spiral because of the choking hazard. she's so gentle with wren, very calmly scooping the nuts out of her mouth, cooing at her and praising her the entire time because anything has the potential to trigger the baby, and for a handful of minutes she's not even considering that wren is allergic, she's just reeling in the relief that wren hadn't choked while she'd been gone. she immediately picked the baby up and grabbed the bowl to bring it into the kitchen, which probably should've been done sooner regardless but she can't change the past, and thats when travis notices that wren's arms and face are beginning to splotch. he calls emily right away, meanwhile taylors undressing the baby trying to see if she's broken out into hives or whether it just seems to be a rash. her heart drops to her feet when wren starts wheezing, and so it's an automatic trip to the hospital while travis is rambling to emily, telling her all of wren's symptoms and how it happened, which emily is immediately like, tell taylor to stop blaming herself because this situation would've eventually happened anyways. taylor cries into travis's chest while the doctors administer medication and check wren out, and it literally weighs on her for days. she can't sleep, she's having the most deranged throughts of wren somehow getting to the walnuts and her not being able to make it there in time, she's convinced that if she falls asleep someone is going to break into her house solely to give the baby walnuts, it gets to the point where she sits in the rocking chair in the nursery all night just to make sure she's breathing alright because the sound of her baby wheezing and gasping for breath absolutely haunts her. travis has to start convincing her to come back to bed, to at the very least lay with him instead of sitting by herself every night. eventually the panic calms down, and she doesn't dwell on it nearly as much, but if you ask travis and taylor that night is the scariest thing they've ever experienced.

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The Night Stand (Part 6)

Summary : The time spent in the hospital, without Viktor.

Warnings : lots of angst and drama

Edited and proofread by nobody - just going for it!

Word Count: 1.8K

You ended up being told by your doctor that you would be there a lot longer than they had originally predicted.

The test results that had come back were not the best, but before anything was fully discussed when it came to options - they wanted to run a few more tests, as well as re-run some of them to see if the results had been skewed because of dehydration or spiked sugar levels due to eating.

Jayce was there almost constantly.

Coming in and out of the room as he visited, tried to help Viktor with the lab work, as well as his Counselor duties. Nearly every other time he came back to your room he had some sort of flower arrangement, as well as the meaning behind the colors and flowers that Viktor had sent.

After a while, Jayce had simply just told the man to write it all down - after the time he mistakenly told you that one of the flowers had meant.

Jayce had never really known much about flowers, so when he was sent again to get blue hydrangeas as well as a plethora of other flowers - Viktor nearly lost whatever sanity he had left when he read the receipt to see that the man had not gotten the blue like he had instructed, but had instead gotten white.

Of course, someone like Jayce wouldn’t have realized the meaning, but Viktor had hoped that the florist would have noticed how he carefully crafted these bouquets to express the feelings that he was dying to speak to you face to face.

So as he stared down at the disaster that had been put together, he found that he couldn’t sit around waiting for you to be discharged anymore.

There was no way he was going to allow you to believe that he sent you flowers that represented bragging, mixed with the ones he wanted - where he picked flowers that showed his adoration, his hope for your recovery, and apologies. He knew that if you saw the letter and saw that there was a clear difference between the flowers given and the flowers on the page, you would more than likely want to research and figure out what the meaning of the unnamed flowers was - looking for the secret hidden.

There had been other changes that added such things as rejection and betrayal.

If you were to figure out what those flowers meant and took their meaning to heart?

He didn’t even want to imagine it.

And that just meant that there was no way he wasn’t going to do something about it.

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The first day in bed had been rather enjoyable, you hardly ever got the time to just be lazy. Especially working with the world’s most work-a-holic employers, there was hardly ever a moment of downtime in your life when juggling the amount of work that needed to be done.

So, yes, the first day had been bliss.

After getting the nurses to get you another blanket, you were warm and cozy as you read one of the books that Jayce had been kind enough to bring for you.

However, the second day felt boring. After finishing the book that was brought to you, even taking a nap in the middle of the day to try and keep off the boredom you felt coming - it did little to keep you entertained.

So when it came to the third, fourth, and fifth days - you were bored to tears.

At first, the flowers that you received from Viktor had been rather insulting - wondering why he was sending flowers when he could have been there in person.

However, from the amount of time that he spent on the specific flowers as well as the rather long letters that he sent with them. Well, they have become the highlight of your days.

So, when you were on your sixth day in the hospital, tired and worn from all the testing that the doctors had insisted you do. You had been looking forward to the flowers more than you wanted to admit.

You knew what some of the meanings were from the letters alone, even though he still explained them either way.

So when you saw the blue hydrangeas and the zinnias that he had explained meant ‘thoughts for absent friends’, were paired with unknown flowers - you were rather excited to see what the meaning for them would be.

Inspecting the letter, you were rather confused as you glanced back and forth between the two items.

From the description, he said that the bouquet would be with blue hydrangeas, zinnias, honeysuckles, and a variety of camilas.

The meaning of the honeysuckle and camilas would have been new under Viktor’s descriptions of the flowers.

“Honeysuckles, the most fragrant of the group. Even though they are rather invasive when in a personal garden, their ability to persevere in many different environments is connected to their meaning. Honeysuckles represent ‘the enduring bond of true love’, which I hope will help you pull through these hard times.

While researching, I couldn’t narrow it down to one color. So I was pushed by Jayce to just send all three since I believe each one of them is correct. The white ones say that I believe you are adorable, with the pink meaning a ‘longing for you’. The ones that I was not sure about at first, but assumed I might as well say it, were the red ones.

‘You’re a flame in my heart'

Most faithfully yours, Viktor”

His words touched you just like all the ones before, smiling softly at the way he had progressively started to become more open and honest.

The first one had been short, to the point, with just his name at the bottom. Before very quickly the page numbers doubled and the way that he ended the letter grew more and more affectionate.

Yet, even as you started to get used to this new way Viktor was writing, you still didn’t believe that he would make such a large mistake as to write about flowers that weren’t even in the bouquet that was brought to your room.

For starters, there weren’t any flowers that had three different color types. When you looked at the flowers closely, you didn’t even see the blue hydrangeas that you had seen every day since your first day admitted into the hospital.

As you tried to figure out the meaning of the flowers, looking back at previous letters to see if there had been a connection to the colors - it wasn’t long before a migraine started to build from everything that had taken place the past couple of days.

Honestly, you could figure it out tomorrow.

You could ask one of the nurses if they have a language of flowers book, or get Jayce to get you one from the library.

Hoping to escape into your dreams, you hoped that your head would stop pounding when you awoke the next day.

Only, as you heard the door to your room creak open, you slowly blinked your eyes open to not see the morning sunlight.

But the soft glow of the moonlight that illuminated the one person you had not expected to see.

Trying his best to close the door silently, your flower sender was extremely careful to not make any sound - your eyes catching sight of the ridiculous-looking item he had placed at the bottom of his cane. Likely to muffle the sound.

You weren’t sure why, but as he turned around to face you, you snapped your eyes shut to pretend that you were asleep.

The last time the two of you had spoken face-to-face, things had not turned out well. Leaving you nervous that this might start horribly because of it.

The floorboards creaked ever so slightly as he made his way across the room towards you, the soft thud of the chair is the only indication you heard of him moving the thing.

And yet, even with these hints as to where he was, it did nothing to prepare you for how rapidly your heartbeat would spike in the following seconds.

As he sat down beside your ‘sleeping’ form, he held himself back from reaching out for only a few minutes - his tolerance being rather low after all the time apart.

Carefully pulling your hand towards him, he soon found himself whispering all the words he had been dying to say - all the while placing kiss after kiss against the soft skin of your hands. Knuckles, fingers, palms, everything - he kissed every inch of skin he could get to.

“Janna help me. I have done this completely in the wrong order. You know that I don’t come to you for much, I am not one to…pray, to ask of such things. But please help her. Please.”

You felt his finger soon carding through your hair, the gentle touch of his lips continuing against your hand - and damn it, you wished you weren’t so scared to admit that you were awake.

“This child is a miracle. A gift from the gods. Please, please - just let them both be alright”

Silence soon stretched in the room, soft circles being rubbed into the back of your hand by his thumb - the silence was slowly driving you insane.

“You can stop pretending to be asleep, dear”

Eyes snapping open, you were rather surprised to see the soft smile on his face - having expected him to be rather irritated that you had been feigning asleep.

“How did you-?”

“I may have never been able to watch you sleep enough to store it securely in my memory - but I have spotted you at your desk on the rare occasion, taking a nap with your mouth hanging open and while endearing-”

Placing a kiss on your hand, the smile on his face faltered slightly as he thought about the topic of conversation that the two of you needed to have.

“While endearing, you are not one to be so still or quiet”

Grappling with how to start, he was soon rubbing your hand like he would his own- trying to release some of the anxious energy that was pent up inside.

“I am very much aware that I have done this all so poorly. I never wished to hurt you and yet because of my apprehensions and fears - I hurt you more than I will probably know”

You could already tell that this was going to be a long conversation. So with a soft tug, you were gently trying to coax him to join you in the bed.

At first, his expression only showed confusion, to be replaced with a look of understanding. Besides, he was already breaking the rules from him being there- what would one more do?

Curling up beside him, it was the safest and coziest you had ever felt in your life.

“Let’s start from the beginning.”

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[patriarchymyaaa]

i’m just a girl

i sit in front of the T.V as another brutal rape case happens, aboslutely distraught, full of rage and rattled to my very core. the same emotions i felt when i first heard about nirbhaya case, kathua case, hathras case, unnao gang rape, a new born rape case in indore and almost every other rape incident i have read/ heard about. then i realise that these cases always keep happening because nothing ever happens after these cases.

a doctor getting viciously, inhumanely gangraped and murdered in her own workplace on a night shift by the very interns of that hospital for what? serving her nation? saving lives? making sure to keep others lives first before her? she gave her heart and soul to her country and then what, the country lets down another woman, in another place, another time, another new story. for 15 days everyone will keep on discussing it, then what? we wait for another case to happen to finally take some action? i don’t even dare to imagine the final plight of these young women and girls. how their nation let them down, how they hoped things would change but they never did. i wonder how every day several women get raped but apart from sending their ‘deep condolences’ these hypocrite politicians don’t do anything. how the absolute inadequacy of our justice system has led to the audacity of animals like these perpetrators to increase day by day. they continue with heinous crimes like these, get certain people to protect them and get away.

the absolute hypocrisy of indian society to always teach their daughters to be in check, to come home at time, don’t go out alone etc, because they say ‘ki logon ki soch badalne se accha hai tum badal jao aur tum safe raho’ so you’re telling me that these cases will keep on happening but i need to be cautious? instead of giving a piece of mind to your sons, you’ll just say ‘men will be men’?

i don’t even dare to step out of my home without my brother because how can i? if this can happen to any woman, someone’s daughter, sister, wife, mother, then it can happen to any female anywhere. then again is anything going to change? no. will these criminals get away? yes. will cases like these ever stop? no.

since nothing will ever fucking change, girls “remember to cover yourself, don't wear revealing clothes, don't go out at night, keep someone with you even in your damn workplace….” the list goes on and you know how that goes because excuses for rape are there but the consequences of rape never follow.

well apart from writing about it, what else can i do? i’m helpless after all i’m just a girl.. ~ arisha

[postmoderntongues]

Imagine a mentally ill person falling through on a commitment and instead of asking whats taking so long you start a decade-long hate parade where you commit literal sex crimes giving away a sex workers paid content, make fun of a rape/saying the victim deserved it, making accusations of stealing off baby graves just to rile yourselves up, and then spend 50 pages calling a girl with an ED fat and making fun of her weight/body/textbook BPD symptoms. Like do yall also go laugh at cancer patients like "lol you suck for being in bed, look at all those symptoms, so much milk, omg her hair is falling out from chemo lmfao" like what makes it okay to do to a mental illness but not a physical one? Do you know the rate of suicide for people with BPD? It has a higher mortality rate than some cancers and the only treatment offered is DBT which is white Buddhism with medspeak trying to tell you the things that are ruining your life arent valid to be angry over. Is it fun to try to bully a young girl into the grave because she fell through on some art commissions a decade ago during a bad mental health episode? Should somebody's entire life be over because they were irresponsible at 19? I was a MONSTER at 19 I did a lot worse than get too sick to fill a few commissions. 19 year olds are shitheads who don't understand consequences because their brain has not finished developing. I see her and think "there but for the grace of god go I" if my DOC had happened to be H instead of Speed/club drugs. Im not any better than her just because I chose different drugs.

Also it is INCREDIBLY dangerous to discharge somebody from the hospital who has been on pain meds for months with no taper especially when that person is a former addict who doesnt want to relapse into using street drugs. Doctors get funding to deny people opiates (at least in NY) even when they need them. Especially for tapering, that not only puts somebody at a horrible risk of relapse but also for a risk of OD since their system cant handle that much street drugs anymore. Putting somebody on opiates for 2 months and then cutting them off with no tapering is literally life threatening if they decide the pain is bad enough to resort back to street drugs. The fact that shes a former addict makes it MORE dangerous that they didn't send her home with a tapering dose because she likely still has access to a supply. But again pain patients are casualties of the drug war because drs are more afraid of somebody being high than being in pain when it should be the other way around. IGAF if 90% of the people are abusing it as long as it means that the 10% who actually need it get treatment. They didn't deny her a taper dose due to her drug history, they denied it to get more funding by prescribing less opioids and used her history as an excuse. Is that only funny to you when it leaves the "right" people in pain?

Yall should be ashamed of yourselves, didn't your mothers raise you better than this?