#reminds me of when i was at a pharmacy and the lady told me i could sign up for the mothers day gift basket

[studioboner]

talking about death to someone else whos also experienced loss or multiple loses is always so much different than talking to ppl who havent lost anyone yet

[hel-phoenyx]

I've hid in a lot of places in my life.

Under a bridge, behind an abandoned house that was not so abandoned, in the basement of a client that traded drugs for a place to stay, un the back of a pharmacy before the owner found me and gave me an earful.

This is the first time I've had to hide in a library.

In a school library, even worse.

Well, it's not a school library. Not in the campus, or Bazyli would have told me about it. But it's right next to the student dorms, so I guess it's sort of a school library. Plus, it's huge, and packed with books.

I like the ambience of that library. Never been a fan of hiding on school grounds, I am a high-school dropout and it kinda stings ; but this library is not school-like at all. It feels more, well. Homely. With warm lighs and soft cushions and everything.

So. This is how I'm sat on one of those cushions, a cup of tean in my hand, while the librarian is putting cookies on a tray. There's not a lot of people at this hour, we are at night after all. Just me and this thirty-something plump lady with vibrant pink hair.

She brings the cookies to my table with a soft smile. It feels a bit mysterious.

"Here you go, sweetheart. You look famished, eat something, would you ?"

The "r" rolls in her mouth when she says that petname. Spanish accent, maybe, or Italian. I don't know. It's sexy as hell, and I'm talking as the token aroace of all my friend groups.

I won't spit on homemade cookies. But it feels. I don't know. Weird ? i'm so use to hostility, especially coming from people like her, well-dressed and visibly rich. It's the first time that kind of people invites me in her establishment at night.

"... Thanks."

"You're welcome, dearie. I sure wasn't going to leave you outside by that cold."

True, we are in winter. It still doesn't explain anything.

I take a cookie. it melts in my mouth, tasting like chocolate and caramel, not too sugary, not too salty. Just perfect. And the lady still smiles at me.

I have something in the stomach for the first time in three days. It may be the moment I realise said stomach was tied in knots and my mood somewhere in the dumps.

Her smile widens seeing how I melt in the cushions, eating the whole plate of cookies.

"Feeling better, are we ?"

".... Yeah. But, why are you helping me ?"

"Can't a lady do something from the goodness of her heart ?"

Her smile still hasn't moved, but there's something behind it. A hint in her voice. A tone. It's more than just goodness.

I brace myself. It's once again the case of the old creep wanting the college-aged girl to give them back what she owed in nature, is it ? I should have been more careful. But the cold, the snow, and the cookies...

Let's just get it over with, at least I'll be fixed. But when my hand reaches the buttons of my shirt, she stops me.

"Oh, no, no, my dear, I didn't mean that. My word, aren't you a mistrustful lil thing..."

Her smile gets sadder.

"I'll have to admit I have a hidden motive. You reminded me of people I knew very well, stranded and desperate like you seemed to be. i am sorry if you mistook my whim for an opportunity to abuse a young person."

"... Do I. I don't like when people take me in pity, miss."

"No one likes it. And I've met a lot of people back then."

She stands up, goes back to her desk. Stops right before sitting in.

"Back in my day, I managed a brothel, you know ? Me, and my husband. Well, it was less a brothel and more of a way to help young prostitutes find a protection to find out if it was really a job they wanted to carry on, she laughs in front of my astonishment. But that's how I met several people like you."

"... Are you calling me a prostitute ? Also, I didn't know brothels were legal here."

"Oh, they aren't, sweetheart. It was back I was living in Spain."

That explains a lot of things. The accent, the past, and probably the tolerance. I heard the Spanish are more open minded than us frenchies. Well, if I did identify as a french. I'm still a polish immigrant, never had the time to finish the naturalisation procedures.

she smiles at me again.

"Finish the cookies, darling, I can make lots. also, I live here, now, and my dear husband left me years ago. You can crash on the couch, if you want. Don't hesitate to stay as long as you'd like."

I didn't think angels could look like that 5'4'' something lady with curves molded in a wool jumper and designer skirt, but then again, people don't think ghosts exist, so I guess there's always a way to get surprised.

"Thanks... Ma'am Reyes-Denethor, was it ?"

She smiles.

"Please, darling, call me Myrrah."

[bobcatmoran]

I had the worst vaccination experience of my life today at the local CVS, and that's counting childhood vaccinations that I can remember crying at. The goal: Getting a flu and Covid vaccine at 4:30 pm, which I had signed up for online earlier this week.

I had to wait an hour past my appointment and that wasn't nearly the worst part. Everyone I encountered was simultaneously clearly overworked and terrible at their job. I realize this is kind of par for the course at CVS nowadays, but I got my Covid booster there last year and it was fine. This was. Not. On just so many levels.

First off, I got an email two minutes before my appointment, reminding me to arrive five minutes before my appointment. The check-in link didn't work, and the first CVS pharmacy tech I talked to about it told me to go wait on the chairs by the consultation room where they were giving vaccines. Then she told me after 5 minutes of that, whoops, I was not checked in in any way, shape, or form by just going to sit in a chair and I needed to come up to the Consultation Window to talk to the one (1) pharmacist on duty. He was on a phone call with an insurance company. More waiting. He then couldn't find me in the system despite my having received an email from CVS for my appointment. Eventually, after much confusion, he declared me checked in and told me to go wait.

While I was waiting, the guy giving vaccines took like 15 minutes for one person, came out after another long pause, asked for someone who wasn’t there, then asked for the names of all 4 of us waiting, stared bewildered at his tablet, and then wandered off behind the counter. It was 1/2 hour past my appointment at this point.

Nearly an hour past my appointment, the guy finally came back, and first says that the lady sitting next to me will go first. Then she pointed out that I'd been there the longest and was supposed to be seen at 4:30.

Vaccine guy's solution to this is to maybe just bring us all in at once because he printed out all our paperwork. Mass vaccination, whee. He insists on me and the lady sitting next to me to going in together. We both acknowledge this is weird, but we've both been waiting so long we just want to get out of here. The vaccine room is a disaster. Honestly, I probably should have turned around and left at that point. There was an overflowing wastebasket, wrappers for alcohol wipes and bandaid backings and cottonballs on the floor. The desk was chaos.

He called me by a new, exciting mispronounciation of my name that I've somehow never heard before, misread my birth date as being in March, then held out the bag of cottonballs and told me to take the last one. Then he left to find more cottonballs. There were no more in the pharmacy stock. He declared that he would take a bag from the shelves and they can yell at him later. Then he realized he was out of gloves. A similar song and dance ensued.

He then opened up the contraband bag of cottonballs, told me to take two more, and handed me a set of two bandaids, telling me to open them. This was all interspersed with him describing how understaffed they were and when you are done with this you can have a good laugh. He was clearly very past his last possible fuck to give.

Eventually, I was vaccinated, but not before he took both bandaids from me, put one on top of a cottonball on my arm where I got the flu shot, then gave me the covid vax, was confused about where the second bandaid went, and fished another from the box. Meanwhile, the opened, unused bandaid was sitting on top of the paperwork, where he had put it.

He put cottonball-bandaid combo on the second vax site, and I and the remaining cottonball he gave me to hold left. Quickly. I mouthed to the other people waiting, (who could hear everything because there is zero soundproofing on their "consultation" room) "Good luck."

I am never going to that CVS again. What the actual fuck was any of that.

[mylifeasaserver]

Maybe it wasn't your turn?

Sometimes when people show up at the pharmacy their stuff isn't ready. Sometimes that's because it's stuck in a queue at the doctor's office. Sometimes it's because the patient forgot to call it in. Hell, once in a while it's because a tech marked it as out of stock because they were too lazy to look at the shelf.

The guy I'm about to tell you about left his doctor's office and expected the medication to be ready 7 minutes after he left. It was not.

After a bit of attitude (both from him and me) the guy finally understands that even at Subway nothing is instant because if nothing else you have to watch them make the sandwich.

Anyway, he decides the best use of his time for the 20 minutes he was told to wait is to stand 10 feet away from the counter and glare at us, as though that makes us run faster or something.

His order is filled and given to me. I call him up.

"Mr. Lord? Butt Lord? Your order is ready."

**Author's note: In case some clueless member of the federal government is reading this, that's a fake name. I now return you to your poorly-written blog post.**

Immediately after calling for Butt Lord this lady comes up to my register and gives me her name.

Me: I'll help you in a moment, Mr. Lord has already been waiting.

Random Lady: Well then why wasn't he in line?

Me: Because he's already been through the line. That's why I called him by name.

Random Lady: This is asinine. I shouldn't have to wait.

Me: You'd wait a lot less if you just stepped back and let me take care of the person who was called up.

She steps back and I take care of Butt Lord. He fucks off into the distance where hopefully he'll remain.

Now the lady comes back up and decides that being really snotty is the way to act.

"Is iT mY TuRn Yet?"

"Yeah it is. Remind me your name?"

"YoU dOn'T rEmEmBeR iT?"

"No, I do not. But I'm more than happy to waste both our time standing here waiting for you to tell me so I can go get your order."

And then, because I'm in purgatory, her order was out of stock because it was a backordered item. Because of course it was.

And then I caught hell because it's a long-term backorder. Because of course it is.

Had I known that IGN had issue with Black Myth: Wukong I'd have preordered it. -J

[bornredheadedme-blog]

Every time I look in the mirror, I see no color in my face, and I'm reminded that right now, I look as gray as I feel. Since early November of last year, when I caught a little cold, which turned into bronchitis, and I haven't had a moment's peace since then. I saw my doctor, who didn't seem too concerned, noted that I was not wheezing, but "crackling." He said this was more likely congestive heart failure. I reminded him that I have no history nor excess water build up anywhere of this. He ordered a chest x-ray which showed "nothing."

He prescribed doxycycline, which did absolutely nothing. My inhalers did nothing, and I was using them way too much and couldn't refill them quickly enough. One evening, I felt so short of breath that we went to the ER to get some relief. After chest x-ray and chest CT, the ER doc came in and actually asked me why I came in since there didn't appear to be anything wrong with me. I suggested that it was asthma, so they gave me a nebulizer treatment, and a script for an oral steroid for 5 days.

The steroids worked really well, but 2 days after I stopped, the symptoms came back with a vengence. We tried a vaporizer in hopes that maybe the dry air was causing the severe cough and wheeze. Didn't work, but this seemed to be just a continuation of my luck so far. I was still sick at Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day, and messaging my doctor, sending him my test results at the ER, and still no answer.

My doctor did tell me that I needed a pulmonary function test and they ordered on at Kish which is the closest hospital to me. When I called to schedule, they told me that since there was "no rush" on the order, the first available appointment was 6 weeks in the future. So, I'm still stuck with no end in sight. I began to think about living the rest of my life like this, with no sleep (too much noisy from the wheezing) and too exhausted to do anything. It made me understand how quickly one can go from a stable thought process to suicidal ideation in a heartbeat.

I also found a pulmonologist near me and called to schedule an appointment, and the next available one was the end of May. Yet another month of this crap. I called my doctor to schedule an appointment for "follow-up and meds refill" and thankfully it was 4 days away.

He could hear me wheezing through the closed door. Again I suggested that it was asthma, and he agreed that everything pointed to that. He wanted the results from the function test, and I explained that since no rush was put on the order, the appointment was for the end of April. I suggested an inhaled steroid such as Advair. He agreed to order that.

When I went to Walgreens, I was informed that inhaled steroids were on backorder nationwide due to Covid. As I pondered that at home, I began looking at my insurance coverage, and discovered that Walgreens was out of network which was why they couldn't bill my tertiary insurance. So I transferred my scripts over to another pharmacy that was in network and waited to see if they could obtain the drug. They could but Walgreens showed that I had just filled the script a week ago. I did not. They called my insurance and were unable to get anything done until Walgreens fixed the problem. Walgreens denied they were the problem and I remained suffering in limbo, wheezing away.

I suffered another day until I was calm enough to call Walgreens, and I told the young lady who answered in the pharmacy about my problem. She repeated that their system indicated that they did not fill the prescription. I took a breath and as I let it out, she could clearly hear my wheeze, and told her that the app showed that they filled it on the 29th of March, and Humana agrees. Suddenly, the light went on and she said she would call their 3rd party biller and tell them to release it since it hadn't been filled after all. She called me back to tell me that they had agreed to fix the problem.

This leads me to wonder if Walgreens would have been paid for my medication regardless of the lack of delivery. I wonder if ethics should be questioned here.

The next morning, I went on my new pharmacy app and put in a refill request and it went through. I was finally able to pick up my Advair by 1:30. The wheezing is nearly gone after 3 days. It only took 5 months of asking for help to get to this place. I'm over the age of 65, and therefore expendable and not worthy of consideration.

[cultofdixon]

I’m right here, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being his girl is everything. He’d do anything for you. But when you stopped going on runs every now and then, he did as well trailing you like a puppy. Doing his best to take care of you even when you didn’t tell him what was wrong at first. Little did he know that his life was gonna change • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Scars / Injuries / Sleep Deprived / Anxiety / Talks of Pregnancy / Pregnancy & Birth / Terminus

“Yo! What’re you think you’re doin’” Daryl stops the younger Grimes from getting into the car as Carl pushes his hand off.

“Y/N convinced my dad to let me go on a run. To get an idea of what I’ll be able to do when I’m a little older.” Carl starts readjusting his hat. “Even if I am just another look out for now”

“And where’s Y/N?” Glenn asks before Daryl could even, as the two watch Carl shrug for an answer. Rick told him he could go, not Y/N. All she did was the convincing and Daryl only wanted to know why from somebody who doesn’t know the answer. “Hey, want me to ask Maggie to check on her? Before we head out?”

“Mhm” Daryl nods, going to get his bike set up for the run as Glenn quickly ran to their guard tower to ask Maggie.

The closer Glenn got, he suddenly stopped seeing Maggie talking to Y/N. He wasn’t close enough to hear anything and he wasn’t the type to pry unless he really needed to. But when Y/N locked eyes with Glenn giving him a small smile and a wave before letting him talk to his girl. Maggie couldn’t help but keep her worried expression on her face watching Y/N go before turning to Glenn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?”

“You’re supposed to be on a run, are you sick? Hurt? Why—-“

“Ok ok. Nothing is wrong with me. But Y/N was switched out with Carl for the run and I asked Daryl if he wanted me to ask you to keep an eye on her…cuz we know Daryl isn’t the type to ask himself yknow”

“‘Course” Maggie laughs a tad as her smile fades. “Keep an eye on him for her then, okay Glenn?”

“Of course” Glenn smiles giving her a kiss then finally left on his way to go on the run.

Y/N not coming meant he can’t keep an eye on her. Can’t check in on her in his silent usual way. Can’t show her what he finds that reminds him of her. So, he’s angrier than usual on that run and the others chose to not get in his way.

Well. Except Carl.

“What exactly do you look for? Glenn has the list of the necessary goods”

“Mmm”

“Looking for…more arrows? Makes sense. Could also make’em. Carol and Y/N showed me how to do a specific knot to prevent too much movement”

“Mmm” Daryl turns toward Carl glaring at him to stop but just like his dad. He never does.

Glenn was loading up the car of the stuff he managed to find watching Carl trail behind Daryl like a puppy. This kid was never gonna be a look out. He may be older but he still had that tendency kids have to ask a million things and always have the energy to do so.

“Imagine when him and Y/N finally have a kid, would be trailing him just like Carl” Sasha laughs adding her few things as it clicked to Glenn.

“Uh. Can you go tell them to hurry up while I sweep the pharmacy one last time?”

“Sure man” and as she started walking over, Glenn sprinted to the pharmacy.

“Woulda stop asking me so many damn questions! I’m not a Whatcha call it—Library!” Daryl exclaims getting a laugh from Sasha as she approaches. “What!”

“Nothing nothing. Just funny” Sasha gestures Carl to get for a moment. Leaving the two to whatever Daryl was doing. “Trying to find something for your lady?”

“Why”

“I’m just curious” She shrugs walking beside him for a moment as Daryl started mumbling to himself that didn’t go unnoticed but he also wasn’t going to start that conversation. “Okay, what’s wrong? I know she was supposed to come instead of the Grimes kid”

“Do y’all normally not go to your partner for the problem? Or what” Daryl frowns thinking something is wrong and Y/N didn’t go to him for it.

“Depends. If you did something, definitely need another opinion before talking it out with you. But anything else. I don’t know. Do you normally react badly or normally? Cuz that can determine if she goes to you—-“ Sasha watches the worry and anxiety get to him just by looking into his eyes. “Daryl, man, I don’t know okay? Y/N talks to you more than anybody else. She probably just didn’t want to go on this run”

“Coulda told me…” Daryl turns away from Sasha after spotting something to quickly get a hold of it.

Once they returned from their run, Daryl felt a bit better spotting Y/N happily waiting for him where he kept his bike. He quickly parked and tried his best not to be too excited around the others when his girl drew closer. Even if she did wrap her arms around his torso and shower him in kisses. Trying to keep the stern look on his face was soon defeated after a few smooches that he just had to return a few to a now laughing Y/N.

Maggie smiles warmly toward them while approaching her man. She gave Glenn a kiss before tugging him aside away from anybody who could be listening.

“I need yea to go back out there for somethin’. Could be later with nobody or on the next run but nobody can know”

“Uh. I think I’m a few steps ahead of you there” Glenn takes his backpack off to show Maggie what he got back there that wasn’t on the list.

“I did not tell you nothing!”

“I know! I’m just assuming here!”

“Shit. Just. Give it to me in our cell, but nobody can gain the suspicion toward them or us. Definitely not us”

“Not yet at least” Glenn teases as Maggie smacks his chest rolling her eyes playfully.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face watching the two for a moment before being pulled back into her own bubble with the love of her life. Daryl started to grumble as he kisses the top of her head a few times.

“Missed yea”

“It was only one run”

“Mhm” He brought one of his arms around her shoulders keeping her close to him. Resting his chin on top of her head. “You were replaced with a chatterbox”

“Carl ain’t that bad…you just have to answer the kid. You know his dad won’t” She rest her head comfortable against his chest not wanting to separate for a second as Daryl didn’t move a muscle knowing what she was doing.

Y/N always loved listening to his heartbeat, even when they weren’t something. She joined the group alone and only felt comfortable with Daryl, something about him made her feel safe. That one time when he found her mentally suffering back in their tent days, he held her and told her to listen to his heart beat.

Take a second and just…listen

And she instantly felt better after doing so.

“Ya feeling alright?” He whispers catching her out of her thoughts, only hearing a ‘mhm’ from her as she kept a hold of him. “You can tell me anythin’ yknow”

“I do, and I’m gonna…when I find the words”

He understands that. Not being fine and not being able to find the right words in expressing that. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to worry even more. Remember…this is his girl talkin’. He already had a level of worry toward her and now this is just adding on.

“You’re starting to worry him”

“Oh am I now? I couldn’t help but notice” Y/N laughs a little pointing out Daryl staring from across the quad of the prison.

Carol couldn’t help but wave and watch him freak internally, quickly turning his gaze away making her laugh herself. “He’s smitten for you and you’re not telling him what’s wrong”

“If I’m being honest…physically, I know…but mentally, I don’t know what to do or say about yeah…”

“Did you…get one?”

“Apparently. Glenn got me one before Maggie could even ask him”

“You are glowing” Carol teases knowing a part of Y/N would want this but with how the world is now how could she? “You shouldn’t have to stress yourself out about it, hun. I’ll keep your man busy for a few minutes and you can go take the test. But I’d go now before he’s willing to knock even me over to get to you”

With a quick eye roll and a squeeze of Carol’s hand, Y/N left the outdoor kitchen they had set up to go do what she needed to do. And just like Carol guessed it, Daryl started to walk over. Given her word, she quickly blocked Daryl’s line of sight until Y/N was completely gone. He whispered out a shit while Carol laughs a bit.

“What? I need your help with somethin’”

“It can’t wait?”

“Nope!” Carol locks arms with the archer and started to walk a bit away from the prison.

Inevitably ending up in the gardens for a good five minutes when Carol turns to the prison seeing Y/N step out.

“Welp. I didn’t need yea”

“What the fuck!”

“Shhhh children live here”

“WE ARE OUTSIDE AND I DIDNT SCREAM IT” now that was heard by everybody who was outside and in ear shot. Y/N couldn’t help the laugh escaping her but more than just her laughter catch other’s attention as she had tears rolling off her cheeks.

Before Rick could even check on her himself, Maggie shot right past him and took care of it. She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders heading back inside the prison and letting her have her moment.

How could one have a life from the past, during the hell of the apocalypse?

Y/N didn’t go on the next few runs. Drove Daryl insane but he wasn’t not given some excuse. He believed the first few times with chores being given to her around the prison, or the time she told him she was going to check the traps around the prison with Rick, and obvious times where she didn’t look well enough to go.

Daryl came back from the latest run with a few things in hand specifically for his girl. He parked his bike had expecting Y/N to be waiting for him but when he heard her whistle at him from one of the towers, he knew where to go.

“Rick got you in the watch towers?”

“I asked, and Maggie told him about me collapsing earlier at the fences. Told me to do something that doesn’t require me in the heat or over-working myself”

“You collapsed? Have you seen—“

“Hershel. Yes, just dehydrated…” Y/N closes the door once Daryl got through setting his crossbow down. He didn’t say anything in response to that, but acted on it by giving her his canteen even when she had her own. “I’m fine though…I prom—-“ She stops seeing Daryl take out something from his pack that she didn’t even realize that now would be the moment to talk about it. “…ise….Daryl. Where did you—-“

“Last run we found an untouched pharmacy. Barely nothing but found one of these and just. Yknow…Panicked at the thought of it but had to…get one” Daryl was awkward. Who isn’t awkward when holding a pregnancy test in hand. He didn’t think about the possibility until they did that run and it connected with how Y/N has been feeling.

She couldn’t help it. The tears threatening to spill just from hearing he panicked at the thought of her being pregnant. Well, she is. So now how is she supposed to be okay about it.

“I-I don’t need one…” Y/N frowns feeling a few tears escape making her quickly wipe them away before Daryl could gently take a hold of her face caressing her cheeks. “I found out a few weeks ago…and I’m a-afraid you’re going to leave me”

Daryl wanted to scream. Not because she’s pregnant, but because she thinks he’d leave her for it. He wished he met her before he’ll broke loose. Wished this ever happened. Wish they had this moment without the fear coursing through them of reality as it is now.

When he didn’t say anything, Y/N only continued to cry and tried pulling away but he immediately brought his hands to her waist gripping tight onto her shirt keeping his gaze down as she looks at him. She froze the second she heard sniffles as she carefully brought her hands to his face making him look at her through tears.

“I love you, I won’t leave yea. Ever.” He chokes up on his tears pulling her flush against his chest hiding his face in the crook of her neck. “‘M gonna me a dad…I w-won’t be good at it but—“

“You’ll be perfect…I know you will”

When the flu went through the prison, that’s when everybody found out. Because Daryl would yell at everybody who had symptoms and came anywhere near Y/N. Congratulations of course, but shit was happening and things took priority most moments. Daryl was already over protective of his partner but now it’s at an astronomical level, that when he had to go on a run to get the medicine…he couldn’t stop thinking about the negative possibilities of what could happen to her when he’s gone.

Finding her in her cell, unscathed by the flu…only brought him relief. Daryl quietly approaches her sleeping form lifting the blanket up for him to slide in beside her. Y/N stirred slightly, smiling a bit to him joining her on her cot.

“Everybody okay?”

“Mhm. Got shit in time.” Daryl gently grazes his fingers against her bump feeling her move closer to him the best she could given how big she was. “Clingy huh?”

“Mhm…missed my man”

He couldn’t help the smile that slowly crept onto his face when she said that.

“Missed my sunshine”

“‘M right here” She smiles bringing her lips to his for a short but sweet kiss. “We’re not going anywhere any time soon..”

“Y’all better…” Daryl chuckles a bit kissing her forehead and keeping her close to his person. Not ever wanting to let go…

Then he did…

“We’ll reconnect with everybody again. Promise!”

“You don’t know that” Daryl frowns staring at the fire he made for Beth and him as he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

________

“DARYL—-“ Y/N cries out to him trying to break from Tyrese’s grasp as he was protecting her from the oncoming gunfire.

Daryl physically froze in his place, feeling Beth tug on him to get out of there while his gaze glued on his girl. He felt his heart break watching her fade from view. He wanted to run through the gunfire and go with her but Beth’s hold on him kept him from killing himself just to give Y/N only a moment left with him.

“Daryl she wouldn’t do good with you dead”

That’s what broke him out of his frozen state to run out of there with Beth ahead of him.

________

“This place…doesn’t sound safe, Carol. You shouldn’t go in there alone”

“And you’re volunteering? You carrying Dixon Jr? Daryl wouldn’t forgive me or anybody if I left anything happen to you in that place. Besides. You are caring for Judith and Tyrese is taking care of this asshole” Carol frowns watching Y/N try her best to cover up her tears while holding a fussing Judith. “I’ll get them out safe. Do my best…”

“Please…please don’t get hurt, Carol”

“I’ll do my best”

The second Daryl locked eyes with Carol, his anxiety got the best of him but in that moment he felt relieved to have his friend back. Carol grasped onto him the second he brought her into his embrace.

“She’s going to cry even more when she sees you, compared to when I found her” Carol whispers to Daryl feeling him tighten around her as his mind raced with her words. Of course Carol found Y/N, but part of him needed to see it for himself of course…

When the group made its way to the small house, Tyrese stepped out with Judith in hand as Rick and Carl picked up the pace running over to the two. But the small group blocked both his and Y/N’s sight on the other…

Daryl stopped moving like he did back at the prison. Trying to wrap his head around the fact that she’s right there. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that formed and spilled instantly at the sight of Daryl standing there, she didn’t even get far for him to come bolting over taking her into his protective embrace.

“I’m right here, sunshine”

“Please always find me…please”

“Fuckin’ promise”

•

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Maggie couldn’t help but worry for Y/N, given she’s about to be six months and the group had suffered another loss being Beth, Y/N felt the answer was obvious but also that Maggie was the wrong person asking.

“I should—-“

“No, you’re pregnant. Even in this hell you should get rest…and not stress about somebody like me”

“Shut up” Y/N took her hands into hers squeezing them. “If I wasn’t pregnant you’d still say that to me when I have every right to worry and stress about my family. You’re hurting and are allowed to feel everything you’re feeling around me. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” she rests her forehead against Maggie’s letting her cry in the comfort of her friend.

When the group endured a harsh storm in a barn after a few weeks of traveling, they were hostile and protective of each other when Aaron made himself known to the group.

“It’s a safe place” Aaron says for the millionth time as he turns to lock eyes with Y/N and of course that sparked— “It’ll be safe for your baby, and hers when she gives birth. We’ll keep them sa—-“ he stops when Daryl threatens a knife on him without any protests form the others.

“You think I can’t keep my girl and my unborn baby safe?”

“I-I never said that. Never implied that either. I’m just stating facts that our community is safe within the walls and it’ll be a safe place to give birth in. I-I can’t really stop you from doing what you want to do. But I’ve been watching your group for sometime and know that our community would welcome all of you”

The guy continued to ramble and more for the sake that he wouldn’t get killed. Daryl only removed the knife when Y/N winced a bit to her discomfort signaling him to return to her as Maggie followed his action. It didn’t go unnoticed by Rick and if what Aaron was saying was true, she could be comfortable in this community giving birth compared to a bible story comparison.

When the group arrived to Alexandria and had to surrender their weapons along with taking interviews. Deanna watched Daryl pace around the room not answering a single question as she rises from the couch giving him a stay put look before entering the front foyer of the house gesturing for Y/N to join them. He quickly approached his girl helping her sit where Deanna wanted him to sit.

“Think cuz she’s here I’ll talk?”

“You just did” Deanna laughs a bit turning on the camera as Y/N didn’t like this either, but something kept her from talking.

Daryl did answer a few questions while holding Y/N from behind the chair feeling her latch onto his forearm. He couldn’t tell if it was her anxiety, or if there was more to it.

“Your name is Y/N right? You’ve been with this group since the beginning?”

“Mhm” Y/N took a deep breath looking away from Deanna feeling Daryl’s arms tighten around her. “C-Can I leave please?”

“Alexandria?”

“This room” Y/N shook rising to her feet as Deanna noticed her behavior and it wasn’t entirely toward her. Deanna held her hand out only for Y/N to instantly latch onto it as the other had a death grip on Daryl.

“Hun, is this your first child? and you don’t trust us so you’re trying to keep it together but you are indeed in active labor?” Wow. Two kids under the belt and somehow she’s an expert. But that is indeed what was happening and Y/N didn’t trust anyone except her group, so she was hoping to keep it together until they had a plan.

But the mini Dixon had other plans.

The group scrambled a bit at the situation which only stressed out Y/N and caused Daryl to snap at people. When Deanna got Y/N to the infirmary she called for the resident surgeon at the community, he must’ve helped delivered a kid at least once in the “before”. But the vibes this guy gave off and what he needed to do, made Daryl uneasy.

“You’re gonna what?!” Daryl snaps standing in between Pete and his girl who was growing more uncomfortable in the bed.

“I need to check how far along she is and since we don’t have the machines to do it, I have to insert my fingers—-“

“Oh FUCK no” Daryl grabbed Pete’s collar pushing him back as he held his hands up defensively.

Y/N winces as she sat up glaring at the two in the situation they’re in. “Get Maggie, Daryl please get Maggie”

“I don’t think she’s trained in—-“

“Shut your motherfucking mouth and get MAGGIE” Y/N yells at the two causing them both to panic a bit as Daryl practically tossed Pete out of the infirmary before stepping out himself.

“She can’t do it by herself”

“Y/N isn’t gonna let this fuckin’ stranger anywhere near her and frankly I don’t either—-“

“I have the medical training and from what I’m hearing, she’s the daughter of a vet. May know some things but not enough for this”

“Then walk me through it” Maggie interrupts. “We all know Daryl will cut your fingers off touchin’ his girl. So you’ll walk me through it. Ain’t my first…birth but this isn’t like the first time.”

Pete sighs opening the door for Maggie deciding this is fine. He kept a distance but not too far in case he had to step in. Even if these people were complete strangers to him and he wasn’t entirely that great of a guy, there is an oath in the medical community and he’ll always follow that.

It wasn’t until night when both Maggie and Pete stepped out of the makeshift operating room in the house they were in. Maggie had the biggest smile on her face as Pete walks past carrying the medical waste. Rick grabbed his arm to stop him giving him a concerned look given Pete’s was neutral.

“Is she—-“

“She’s alright.” Pete now noticed all of their attentions on him. “They both are. The dad ain’t, but that’s normal” he pulls away to take care of what he was doing as Maggie couldn’t help herself.

“It’s a girl! She’s perfect and has Daryl’s eyes!” Maggie squeals happily hugging Glenn out of her excitement.

Rick couldn’t help but bring his son into his embrace to the good news as Carl couldn’t help the tears that formed. He was relieved that’s all. None of them were losing anybody that day.

The soft cries filled the room as the little baby in the first clean blanket they’ve seen in ages, nuzzled close to her mother’s embrace and started to calm the second her father gently rests his hand on her little head.

“She’s tiny…” Daryl whispers gently caressing her watching her every movement.

“She’s perfect…” Y/N tried her best to cover up the tears that fell from her face while looking down at the little creation they both were trying their best to physically protect in the small infirmary bed. “Oh what a world she’s living in…” she sobs even harder feeling Daryl shift beside her so that he could take care of her tears gently brushing them away.

“Sunshine…’M right here” Daryl reassures pressing his forehead against Y/N’s as the two kept their attention on the little one. “Not leaving either of you ever…y’all will be safe”

“I know…I just…c-can you just humor me for a second?” She asks hearing him hum as an agreement. “What’s outside the walls…isn’t out there…everything is fine. Normal…I…I knew from the second I locked eyes on you that I fell in love and w-we..met at…”

“At a bar, but I was too chicken shit to talk to yea when you first entered the room” He knew what she wanted in that moment. “To be fair I was with Merle and he’s a pain to deal with. Prob tried hitting on yea but it didn’t go unnoticed even by him the way you looked at me” He brought himself more into the bed so that Y/N could rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat. “You came out of the bar the second we left, not finding me at first glance but there I was by my bike lookin’ right at yea. Not saying much like usual.”

“You asked me to take a ride with you, and I said yes. Wouldn’t be the first time I would say yes to anything you asked…You loved me when you first met me, when you watched me knock Merle on his ass for one of his comments toward me before you even could, when I fell off your bike trying to drive it myself and you gave me a piggy back ride all the way to the ER to get stitches…you loved me even when my parents didn’t like you at first”

“But they knew when I proposed to yea that they were gonna have to like me. Took them a bit but when they saw how much I loved you and how much you loved me…they knew I would protect yea until the end of time” Daryl readjusted as he brought his arm under the bundle in Y/N’s feeling her move her arms so that he’d be the main support to their baby watching her adjust comfortably, not stirring awake. “Parents wanted a big wedding, we wanted small”

“Kept it small. Had my parents. And Merle” Y/N laughs a bit smiling through the tears as Daryl presses his lips against her temple. “City hall, no rings. Just a promise for forever…you worked on bikes and I worked at a bakery. We made life work just the two of us…then just had so much love to share”

“Didn’t hesitate for a second to have a baby with yea…and hell your cravings were weird and hard to come by but anything to see you smile while you carry this human for nine months was all worth it…seeing her finally, makes up for a lot of the hell the world brings us.” Daryl felt his own tears roll off his face as he did his best not to have them fall on his baby girl. His baby girl. He never thought, even in the before, that he’d be here. Holding the love of his life and his baby girl…he made promises to his family that day. He wasn’t ever going to leave them in any sense without a reason, he was always going to be there even if it meant physically fighting for it.

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts feeling Y/N’s soft touch wipe away the tears that fell. He kisses the inside of her palm before bringing his little one up to his face to kiss her forehead hearing her mumble to said action.

“I’m right here…”

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I'm not sure if you've had this request before but could you please write what Javier, Frankie or Marcus would confess if they've had to have emergency dental work and the sedatives are making them confess things to you as you drive them home and put them to bed? Please and thank you

***Such a sweet idea! Female reader. 

The Dental Appointment

“Thank you for this.” Frankie looked uncomfortable in the waiting room of the dentist’s office, shifting in his chair and you knew that he had to be in pain.

You scoff and shake your head, tossing him a look. “Please, you would do the same thing for me.”

Frankie had called you this morning, practically begging for a ride to the dentist. He had apparently cracked a tooth last night and needed to get in after an agonizing night in pain. His dentist wanted him to come in right away and because of how loopy Frankie said he got on pain meds, he didn’t want to risk driving.

“Francisco Morales.” A lady opened the door to the back with a file in her hand and Frankie stood up.

“Good luck!” You grin. “Let me know if you need me to hold your hand.” You giggled when his hand shot behind his back and the middle finger was pointed at you as he walked towards the dental hygienist.

Hours later, the same dental hygienist opened the door and called for you to come back. Sighing in relief, you stood and tucked your phone away in your pocket. You had read all the interesting magazines in the lobby and were bored with staring at your phone.

“He needs to keep his mouth relatively dry for now.” She told you, handing you a sheet of instructions and other papers that you assumed were his bill. “His prescription has been sent to his pharmacy so you should be able to pick it up on the way home, although Mr. Morales said that he didn’t want them. We’ve only prescribed five pills in case of an emergency.”

You knew why. Frankie’s past with drugs made him wary of anything stronger than ibuprofen. You understood it, even if you knew that he wouldn’t let it become an issue. He was eighteen months sober and wanted to stay that way.

She paused outside the door and turned you to with an amused look on her face. “He’s…..happy.” She said tactfully before motioning you inside.

“Hey!” Your own eyes widened when you see the dopey grin on Frankie’s face. The way that his eyes widened, the crows feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes and his dimple on display. Yeah, he was feeling no pain right now. “There’s my girl!”

“Hey Frankie.” You chuckle and fold the papers over and tuck them into your bag before walking over to him. “Are you ready to go?”

He nods, throwing his hand up and giving you a sloppy salute. “Yes madam.” He grins again. “Where we going?”

“Home, you need to rest.” You watch as he scoffs and pushes himself out of the dental chair. “Pfft...I feel great.” He assures you, and you exchange a smile with the hygienist. “I’m sure you do.” You laugh, walking over to him to take his hand. He sighs when your fingers brush but you’re busy listening to the hygienist telling you about foods and drinks he should stay away from right now.

Frankie didn’t lose coordination when he was under the influence so you had no issues getting him out of the building and into the car. What he lost control of was his mouth. You bite your lip as you navigate towards Frankie’s house.

“You’re so pretty.” Looking over, you see that Frankie has twisted in his seat, thankfully his seatbelt still in place. Surprised, you let out an embarrassed huff. “What, you are!” He insists, frowning at your reaction.

“Okay, I’m pretty.” You agree, making him smile at you again. He looks out the window and narrows his eyes. “I’m hungry.” The complaint is petulant, reminding you of a small child.

“They said not to eat for a few hours.” You remind him, hiding your amusement when he scowls and then winces as the first stab of pain makes its way through the hazy fog of the painkillers.  

“Fine.” He grumps, silent for a moment before he looks at you again. “Can I kiss you when I’m better?” He asks, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”

You choke on air, thankful that there’s nothing in your mouth otherwise you would have been in trouble. “Really?”

It’s wrong to ask him that, while he’s not himself. But damned if you aren’t curious about why he hadn’t kissed you. You liked Frankie, a lot. You had been friends with him for a long time, getting to know him through his friends. Benny was your next door neighbor and you had eventually been brought in as another member of their group.

He nods eagerly. “Yeah, thought you were so pretty when Benny brought you to the birthday party that first time.”

It was the first time you had met anyone other than Benny and his brother Will. You had just moved in, new town, no friends to be had and your neighbor had been insistent that you come and have fun. Frankie had been fresh off his divorce, so you had kept your expectations realistic and become his friend.

You hum as you turn onto his street. You felt a bit guilty, learning this while Frankie wasn’t exactly himself. Although you didn’t mind knowing that he thought you were pretty and wanted to kiss you. You kind of liked it, given your own feelings towards the former Army pilot.

“Okay! We are home.” You say cheerily as you pull into the driveway and park behind his truck.

“Are you going to stay?” He asks, getting out of your car and giving you the saddest face you had seen. “I want you to stay. I want you to sleep beside me.”

You have his keys, looking at him before you concentrate on opening the door to the house and waiting for him to go inside.

“How about I stay, and am here when you wake up?” You knew he was tired, he had told you on the way to the dentist that he planned on sleeping when he finally got relief from the pain. He kicks off his shoes and sighs. “I’d rather hold you.”

Your heart skips a beat at his quiet admission. You wanted nothing more than to climb into the bed with him as you led him to his bedroom. The sheets were still mussed from his restless night. A testament to his pain, because Frankie’s bedroom was normally straight and neat. Too many years of military service for it to be anything but.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with a wistful expression on his face. Reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “I want to take you on a date.” He admits, giving you a searching look through sleepy eyes.

“We can talk about it when you get some sleep, okay?” You tell him softly, cupping his cheek gently with your free hand. His eyes close and there is a small smile on his face as he leans into your touch.

“Okay.” Once he agrees, he swings his feet into the bed and flops down on his pillow with a sleepy sigh. His eyes are already starting to close. You smile at him as he gives another soft sigh, squeezing the hand he was still holding and exhaling as his body relaxes quickly into sleep.

When he woke up you would see if he remembered what he had said. If he did and it was what he really wanted, you knew that you were going to go on a date with him. Making sure to give him that kiss that he wanted.  

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My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.”                  

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.”                       

PART ONE HERE

A/N: It came out fast!!! I had lowk already started it, so that’s why this update came so quickly. Please don’t expect them all to come this fast LMAO. I usually write slow as fuck. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this part so I can maybe just maybe turn this into a mini series. Please lmk if you guys like :) 

CONTENT WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SEX (lmk if i missed any please) 

I paced the bullpen as the team spoke to Penelope. The shock of her pregnancy was starting to wear off, and now I could think more clearly. How could she? What was she thinking? 

Recently, I’d found myself thinking about it more, a baby her and a mini-me. A family of my own, with the love of my life. It was exciting and like a lovesick fool it made my stomach fuzzy. But she wasn’t ready and I couldn’t do that to her. So how could she do it to herself? She hadn’t finished school, hadn’t started her career. She could barely take care of herself! I wasn’t mad, absolutely not. Just disappointed at her self-sabotage and the fact she’d made the decision completely without me. I couldn’t think about it for long though, because I was swiftly reminded by my surroundings that right now, there was a chance I’d lose her, our child and any children we wanted to have in the future. That was the priority. 

“Garcia, check her credit card records, we need to see where she last was.” Hotch said. 

“Uhm, okay,” Penelope took a deep breath while clicking away, “Let’s see. Her last purchase was last night, 6:49 at a CVS Pharmacy, oh--” 

“What Garcia?” Hotch asked. 

“She was um, picking up her monthly case of birth control.” 

JJ broke the silence, “Spence…” she started towards me. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank god.” 

“Thank god?” Morgan questioned. 

“She’s 23.” I wiped my face, “Whole life ahead of her.” The team understood what I was trying to say. Rossi’s hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“So why would she tell Brook she was?” Garcia asked. 

“I uh, I..I don’t know.” I spat out. I really had no idea.  

“Think Reid.” Rossi told me. “You guys ever talk about kids or pregnancy?”

“She might be trying to send us a message,” Emily added. 

I thought back to the last time we discussed starting a family. 

--FLASHBACK-- 

We were surrounded by timeless pieces of art and history, and yet the true masterpiece was still her. She was always beautiful to me, a perfect being, truly. But today, something about the way she looked today specifically, made her look like the kind of beauty you see in a painting. Had she been a painting, her creator must have been skilled. Each stroke of his brush creating every divine curve of her face and body to produce a work of magnificent art, one that I so proudly hung on the walls of my heart. 

I remember exactly what she wore, and how it felt to take it all off. The painter had an eye for color. Her denim skirt, the length or lack thereof making me embarrassingly wary, was blue like the Mediterranean Sea, complementing the pigment of the skin of her legs. A white button down made of silk, not worn properly, of course. Too many buttons were left open at the top, as to draw attention to the gold adorned on her chest, but in the spell of temptation she procured to cast upon me, my eyes wandered to admire territories of her body they shouldn’t have. Not in public, at least. The buttons at the bottom were left untouched as well, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. She looked like an angel, but of course, went out of her way to instead be my temptress.

My affinity for her beauty aside, the wide eyes in delight at the museum artifacts and careful attention to my commentary were what made our excursion wonderful. The feeling of her smaller hand in mine, and the giggles and the teasing “You’re way too nerdy to be so stupid hot Dr. Reid.” made it absolutely perfect. 

In exchange for her listening so attentively to my historical facts and stories, I took her for ice cream. She insisted we ate it on the greens of Lincoln Park. Who was I to deny her that? What came next--I expected. She’d devoured it. Made a mess of strawberry ice cream on her white shirt. 

“It was the wind!” She insisted as the first of many drips of ice cream fell down her chin. 

“No it was not!” I argued back while wiping it, “You just never learned how to eat ice cream properly.” I gently removed the cone from her hands and into mine, taking an overzealous bite. “This, lovey, is how you eat ice cream.” 

“Give it back, you...you dickass!” She snorted. We laughed like two lovesick teenagers. 

“Dickass?” I asked, eyes watery from laughter. 

“Yeah dickass, give me back my damn ice cream.” I took another bite, “Stop! You’re eating it all!” She pouted. Pouts were unfortunately my weakness and I handed it back to her. However, in her rush, the pink scoop had fallen directly on her blouse. 

“Way to prove my point,” I started to take off my cardigan, “You want dickass’s sweater?” 

She wanted to be mad but couldn’t contain the wince of a smile. “Please.” 

We carefully removed her shirt from under while simultaneously putting the cardigan in its place. 

“Spence don’t let me flash! There’s kids and judgmental old ladies here!” 

I laughed and shushed her, “I know, I know.” I moved all the fabrics quickly and it was done. Her sticky pink shirt was replaced with my soft sweater. “There.” 

“My hero,” She kissed me, “Truly.”

She leaned back on our picnic blanket on her shoulders as we observed our fellow park goers. “So many kids.”  

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah…” 

“We should bring our kids here one day.” she said, instantly breaking my haze from the crowd so I could only see her. 

I smiled again at the thought, “Yeah, and tell them how their mom is the world's clumsiest ice cream eater.”

She looked at me with disdain before shoving her shoulder into mine. “Shut up.” 

“Can you imagine it?” I started, “A little girl who looks just like you? I’d be in so much trouble.” 

She giggled, “Absolutely whipped.” 

I toppled her so we were laying down, facing each other. She kissed me hard, and my hands went to the sides of her face, only pulling back to say “I can’t wait for it, you know. My two little girls.” 

She smiled, “But I’ll always be your favorite right?” she asked sarcastically. 

I laughed, “Oh of course. Always.” 

“I’ll have a big ol’ belly, you know.” I nodded, “You’d still be perfect.” 

“We’d have to go to the mall, buy me a shitload of new clothes. Do ya know how dirty malls are Spence?” I winced at the thought of thousands of strangers bacteria on every surface and she laughed, “Got ya.” I shook my head, “Nope! I uh, I’ll just bring hand sanitizers and uh, to the Maternity section we’ll go.” 

“Non-stop Panda express eating.” I nodded again, “I’ll be non-stop Panda Express buying, then.” She smiled so hard her nose scrunched. 

“I love you Spencer.” 

“I love you too. I am so in love with you.” 

--FLASHBACK ENDS--

“Yeah but it was trivial.” I said. 

“Maybe not,” Hotch argued, “Was anything mentioned specifically?” 

“A name she liked?” Prentiss added, “Maybe a craving she thought she might have? Anything at all?” 

I nodded, “Not a food, but a fast food place. Panda Express.” I doubted that would be helpful. 

“It’s a stretch but, Garcia, check for any dilapidated buildings within 10 miles of a Panda Express.” 

“Yes sir,” She typed away and then said, “No, guys. I’m sorry. All of our Panda Express’s are in pristine malls or new developments.” 

“Mall!” I shouted, “She said we’d have to go to the mall! She knows I hate the mall.” 

Morgan pointed at us, “The tiles in that room look like they could be from some 80’s Bloomingdales.” 

“Garcia-” I said. 

“Already on it.” 

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The pregnancy ruse was either going to get me killed, or save my life. It was a moment of panic and I just wanted to throw her off. I know it did, but in what direction? 

She was still crying, her demeanor with me was still laced with bitter animosity, but she was calmer now. 

“How long have you known?” Brook asked, the contents of her flask now empty and her words slurred. 

“I found out yesterday.” I lied through my teeth. 

She shrugged her shoulders, “Had you guys talked about it?” 

“Vaguely.” I admitted. 

“What’d Spencer want? Boy or girl?” I debated on whether or not to say, and she caught on. “Don’t fucking lie.” She stated harshly. 

“Girl.” I breathed out. “He wants a girl.” 

“What do you want?” she asked. 

“I don’t care.” I said. That was true. 

“How come?” 

“I just want to start a family with him. Don’t really care about the gender…” That was true as well. 

“Oh.” she nodded her head, “Why’d he want a girl?” It was strange, her  genuine curiosity. It freaked me out, but my alternative was being stabbed. I chose to just answer her questions, regardless of how much I really did not want to.  

“He liked the idea of a little girl who looked like me.” 

She winced, eyes tearing up further. “Right.” I was beginning to realize her feelings were very real. 

“You really like him, don’t you?” I asked. I knew I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it. My head was still looking for an answer as to how she could be driven to do something like this. 

She clasped her hands together, her anger returning.  “Don’t fucking start. You know nothing of what I feel for Spencer.” She came up closer and tugged at my hair, “Fucking nothing.” 

“Okay,” I grimaced at the pain from the force at which she pulled my hair, “I-I’m sorry.” 

She let go, “You should be. You really, really fucking should be.” She sat back down, pensive for a while. I wish I knew what she was thinking about. 

My heart had not stopped it’s fast pace ridden with anxiety since I gained full awareness of my situation, but now, it felt like it was going to burst through my chest. Was she planning on just killing me now? 

My anticipation ceased when she got up and brought back the camera with her again. “Hello BAU. There has been a change in plans. Your beloved,” The words reeked of sarcasm, “Y/N here, will be returned eventually. . She’s gonna be fine. However, it is now in everybody best interest if this video feed was cut out. Sorry.” She said before mouthing, “No I’m not.” She shut the camera off. 

She turned to me, “I hate you. Fucking despise you.” Figures. 

“But I would never hurt Spencer. Or his child. Even if it is being carried by a whore like you.” 

She began to pace once more, “You’re obviously a mistake on his part. You clearly tricked him with sex and...no just sex I think. You're not really smart enough to be capable of anything else. Regardless, he’s probably already thinking about abortions or adoption. There’s no way in hell a man like him could ever want to start a family with a girl like you.” She shook her head, “Absolutely not.” 

I could only nod my head at her delusions. This woman was so far up her ass. 

She pinched my cheeks together with her cold hands, “You tried to trap him. How’d that go for you?” 

I was silent.

“I asked you a fucking question!” She held my face impossibly tighter. 

“Poorly.” I got out, “Poorly.” 

“In 9 months, I’ll help you deliver your baby. And then, you can go.” Brook backed away and let go of her tight grip on my face. “I’m keeping the kid. Raising it.” She smiled, “I’ll be the mother Spencer’s child will deserve. And then-” A giggle creepily reminiscent of a schoolgirl’s left her throat, “He’ll love me!” 

Brooks intention had twisted from wanting to murder and torture me as revenge for “taking” Spencer, to a now twisted maternal desire for his (hypothetical) child. But if Spencer and his team couldn’t find me before the time I was supposed to be showing, I was fucked. Utterly fucked. 

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[scentedcandlesandcookies]

The great unknown.

This a part two to that fic I recently posted!!

Hope you guys enjoy<3

Here's part one:

Everything felt surreal.

It felt like I've skipped over so much and then reset myself. Sometimes things feel distantly familiar, like the rain. Mud as well. And the taste of metal cutlery. Or metal in general.

This man, uhm Jong Lee? He's reintroducing me to Liu yay, I think that was the name. The salty and humid air made me feel like a pirate captain.

"I like the smell of the harbor."

Jong Lee seemed pleased with what I said.

"You should get used to it then. Are you feeling hungry?"

Food tasted good whenever I was with Jong Lee. And I was a little hungry, so a bite would be nice.

"Yeah, where should we go today, Jong Lee?"

The graceful man faltered a bit at the mention of what I thought was his name. Guess I was wrong afterall.

"We should go to Chihue Rock since Xiangling is cooking. "

"And what about your name?"

"It is Zhongli."

It seemed like Ha Tao knew the scariest places in all of Lee wei! Woo wang Hill was our favorite place to prank passers-by! Their faces were always super funny.

Until Chungyoon thought we were demons.

"Evil be purged!"

The sound of the talisman smacking my head resounded through the woods. My forehead stung.

Faster than an arrow, Chungyoon got in both hands and knees and started apologizing profusely.

"I thought you were a demon! My deepest apologies!"

Ha Tao bursted out laughing at the unusual situation and in turn i began giggling too.

"No problemo Chungyoon! That was actually hilarious!"

Ha Tao stopped laughing and Chungyoon froze up. I forgot their names again, I bet.

"Did I-"

Ha Tao interuppted me with a snort.

"Yep."

"Pfft."

Wait.

Did Chungyoon just LAUGH?

Ha Tao couldn't keep in her snorts and began tearing up from laughing so much. Chungyoon ended up laughing with us.

Keqing and Ganyu invited me to shop today. I was super excited to tell them that my memory is getting better!

We would meet up near Second life. As I headed to them, I went over everything I remember so far.

After I died, I became a zombie. The same thing Qiqi is. I can't remember things well, I've forgotten how to use my weapon and I don't have a vision.

My friends keep in Liyue harbour to keep me safe. I know I can't leave, but I want to learn more of the world I've lived in. Maybe when I'm stronger I can become an adventurer!

As I run through the streets, I can hear my talisman flapping behind my back.

It was gifted to me by creatures called Adepti.

For some reason, one of them I saw when I first woke up looked familiar. A beautiful man with a green tattoo.

Skidding to a halt, I look around. Oh no.

"Uh, hi. Could you give me directions to Second life? I've forgotten the way."

Hello there,

I put a reminder on a page to give you a gift.

Please meet me at Bubu Pharmacy.

From, Qiqi.

This time by asking for directions, I found Bubu Pharmacy sooner than expected. Qiqi and a tall man with green hair were waiting at the top of the stairs. Qiqi held a wrapped box in her hands.

"Hey Qiqi! Hello, uh, sir?"

The man standing next to Qiqi didn't seem like the nicest person. I moved closer to Qiqi and gave her a hug. The man side-eyed me with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I am Dr.Baizhu."

Qiqi gently tugged on my arm to get my attention. She's such a precious child.

"So Qiqi, what did you get me?"

She lightly pushed the box into my hands. Awww she was shy.

"I got one of every specialty in Liyue, so you learn to remember them. Then you can come with me to find herbs again."

I couldn't resist her cute hopeful gaze.

"I'll make sure to look at these everyday so we can look for herbs again. Sound like a plan?"

Qiqi nodded her head.

I was finally allowed to leave Liyue harbour! Zhongli said he wants me to meet someone I knew before I died. He said we'll meet this person at Wangshuu Inn.

The walk to the Inn on top of the huge tree was nice. A clear pathway and on the sides of the road silk flowers had been growing.

Once we got to the inn, took the elevator and greeted the boss lady, Zhongli told me to go up to the highest balcony and wait for me there.

Odd of him, but I trust him nonetheless.

"..."

"!!"

It was him! That guy that was there when I woke up!

"I remember you!"

"You do? Impossible. Zombies forget all about their past lives. Including the people in it."

Well, he was right. Almost.

"But I know what feels familiar. Sir, did I know you from my past life?"

His back faced me the whole time. Once he turned around he looked sad. A type of sadness only readable in someone's eyes.

"You made me like soup. You insisted that I try it."

Soup? Why would I have given an adeptus soup. Can't you get cursed for that?

"What? Why soup?"

He exhaled loudly, like a father would to a child when it didn't understand.

"You didn't want me to go back to eating snow, so you gave me the opposite. Warm soup."

"It sounds like I was a nice person."

"From what I've heard, you still are."

"What's your name?"

"Xiao."

"It suits you."

It felt like it was time for me to leave. Our talk was so short but it felt like it was enough.

"Hey. Wait."

Xiao called me as I began to turn around.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Today I was taking things from my old room. I found my journal from before my death.

Everything I read about myself was untrue. Why did I ever think that I wasn't good enough?

My new life showed me that I should relearn myself. Everything I did was for someone else.

But I have been given a new shot at life. I'm going to help people without self sacrifice.

I'll live how I want to.

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

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[bubblesthemonsterartist]

On the Event of the Annual Lilias Recruit Hazing Final Exam

"This is the last of them!" Paperwork flutters as Shirayuki plops a stack of coarse-woven blankets atop the counter. Two tables over, Kazaha huffs, fingers pressing down on a mussed page and realigning it perpendicular to the edge of the work station before returning to his task.

"Thank you, Lady Shirayuki." Hiro bows his head to her, face flushed and breathless.

"Make sure you wash them thoroughly this time!" Shirayuki reminds him, her sunny smile falling to a frown as Hiro loads the blankets into his arms, tilting a little under the awkward load. "Are you alright? I could always help--"

"No! No, I got it!" Comes his muffled response, blindly turning towards the wall. Jirou reaches out one beefy arm, taking hold of the soldiers elbow and redirecting him towards the door.

"We'll be sure to clean them before bringing them back this time, my lady," he grunts as Hiro stumbles away.

"Yes!" Sandy brown hair nods emphatically against the wall of blankets. "Better than new, even! Why you won't even be table to tell that we borrowed it this time around!"

"Are you sure that he'll be okay?" Shirayuki worries, eyes following Hiro as he pushes through the doorway, making a ginger turn at the threshold, and then disappears from sight.

Jirou snorts. "He'll survive. I'd be more worried about him tomorrow."

"I don't know why you all have to do this every year." Izuru doesn't even look up from her place, counting out the first aid supplies and marking off each with a brutal efficiency before scribbling and sealing another packet.

"Tradition," Jirou grunts. "A reward for new recruits making it this far in the process."

Kazaha sighs, pencil scratching furiously against paper. "Why does tradition always have to incorporate things that lead to permanent bodily injury?"

"It separates the men from the boys," Obi's voice booms from the doorway, growly and rough, kicking off fresh snow from his boots against the doorframe. "Puts a little hair on their chests."

"I already told you I don't sound like that," Jirou grumps, then eyes him. "And what chest hair?"

Obi presses a delicate hand to the center of his chest. "Why I got two just this year, Suzu will tell you all about them when he does the post swim inspection tomorrow."

"Oh!" Shirayuki casts an alarmed look at Kazaha, then Izuru, who all studiously do not meet her gaze. "You didn't hear?"

“Eh?” Jirou’s bulldog focus turns to her. "Hear what?"

"Suzu." Like a specter, Yuzuri materializes in the back of the room. She shouldn't be smiling so much for the information she is imparting. "He has the flu."

"Ooph, that's rough. I hate the flu." Jirou squeezes his shoulders in with a shudder. "Last time I had it was three years ago and let me tell you--"

"Then who is the pharmacist coming out to assist tomorrow?" Obi eyes the top of Kazaha’s head with a grimace. "Little Ryuu, I hope. Or Shidan?"

"They're, uh, at a conference over in Wilant," Shirayuki’s voice is oddly thin. Behind her, Yuzuri vibrates with excitement. "Shidan asked Ryuu to present with him."

"Oh." Obi winces. "Then I presume Kazaha here will be joining us?"

The scoff can be heard clear across the pharmacy. "Like I would purposefully subject myself to such an idiotic display."

Obi frowns, scanning the room and finding only one pharmacist remaining. "...Izuru?"

One slim eyebrow raises, finger pointing at her barely rounded belly. "Somebody has to hold down the fort."

Jirou and Obi share a worried look. "Then who’s going to observe? We need two people from this department or we’ll have to cancel."

A hand tentatively rises, Shirayuki pointedly looking anywhere but Obi. "Me," she says. “And, uh, Yuzuri as my assistant.”

Obi's face goes ashen. "B- but Miss!" His hands slam on the counter between them. “You know that we’ll all be, uhh…”

Shirayuki straightens to her full height. "It is nothing that I haven't seen before and besides.” For all her show of brazenness, her eyes slid off him, pink crawling up her neck. “It would give me more experience dealing with, uh, frost bite. And other… winter maladies. Associated with men, I mean.”

Obi scrubs his face with a groan, peering through his fingers at her silent but maniacally grinning partner. "Why you, though?” He glowers. “You're a botanist. You don't need to see a bunch of dumb men jumping into a hole in the ice and swimming around."

“Oh yes,” Yuzuri nods emphatically. “Yes, I do.”

"Like you said,” Shirayuki begins, staring at the ceiling. “The rules say that the barracks need two trained members from this department present for the test to take place. Yuzuri is the only other person who was available and, uh, willing.”

“Can you even treat a cut?” Jirou asks, arms folded in front of his chest and scowling fiercely.

Yuzuri's face could split in half from the way she grins up at him. "Oh, I'm not medical staff," she chirps.

"Then why are you coming?" Obi cries.

Shirayuki covers her face as Yuzuri chirps, "Observation."

[topsytervy]

Wisdom Teeth ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out. Not gonna lie, this post is kind of a mess

Word Count: 1,890

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, small mention of alcohol/drinking, I think that’s it.

I’m just going to say that this is based off of my wisdom teeth experience. I didn’t get gassed or put under, my moms friend suggested me holding alcohol in my mouth cause she did that when she got hers out and it worked for her (it worked for me enough to let me sleep like the dead, and my mom kept laughing at me.

I aged JJ and the reader to 19 cause why not.

I also lowkey started thinking of JJ taking care of his kids after their wisdom teeth get pulled and thats shows in the ending. 

anyway, small shoutout to @taylathornton who got me thinking about this after she said something about JJ or Rafe taking care of the reader when they get their wisdom teeth out.

~~~~

You walked out into the waiting room, gauze on either side of your mouth, your boyfriend standing by the counter as someone gave him the same rundown they gave you post-extraction. 

JJ smiled as he saw you, not that you could see with the mask over the bottom half of his face, and pulled you into his side.

"Just remember that if you still feel pain while taking the prescription he gave you today, call back and he'll prescribe you something stronger." the lady said. 

You nodded as you shoved the sheet filled with the instructions, prescriptions, and the extra gauze they gave you into JJ's hands. JJ said a quick thank you to the lady and then directed you to the door, every penny being covered by your insurance.

Thank God.

"How do you feel, princess?" He asked, intertwining your fingers together.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You told him.

Well, attempted to tell him but the gauze in your mouth wasn't helping. The mask definitely added to muffling your voice.

JJ chuckled. "What?" He asked, unlocking the truck.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You said slower, louder, and slightly more enunciated. 

JJ helped you into the truck. "Didn't want to scare you, Y/N/N."

"I can do it myself. I wasn’t gassed or anything. Just numbed." You swatted his hand away as he went to buckle you in.

He held up his hands. "Alright. I'm sorry." 

"Besides the lady said that I was surprisingly calm during the process." You informed him as you took off your mask.

"That's good." He closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, climbing in as he also took off his mask. "Since you were so good during the process, how about you remind me in a week to take you to Dairy Queen and we'll get you some ice cream." He suggested, leaning over the center console and brushing some hair out of your face.

"Can I get chicken tenders too?" You asked, looking at your blonde boyfriend with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

JJ let out a laugh as he started the truck and began to pull out of the parking lot. "Yeah. You can get chicken tenders too, princess."

You smiled, reaching into your mouth to readjust the blood-soaked gauze only to have JJ swat your hand away. "Don't."

"But I feel like I’m swallowing the gauze every time I go to swallow my saliva." You whined.

JJ sighed. "That’s because the roof of your mouth is swollen so it makes it difficult to swallow the saliva. Just leave the gauze where it is."

You shot JJ a look before bringing your hand to your mouth again. JJ reached over and grabbed your wrist his eyes never leaving the road.

"Y/N." He warned.

"JJ." You imitated.

"I said don't touch it." 

You took your wrist away from him and crossed your arms, looking out the window. 

"Keep that up and you won’t get dairy queen next week. I'll get myself dairy queen and you can keep eating soup and mashed potatoes." 

"You're so mean to me sometimes, J." You whispered.

"Only cause I love you and care about you, baby." He smiled, his hand going to your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. 

You uncrossed your arms and took his hand in yours. "You're so sweet."

JJ shook his head. "Flip-floppy today, huh. 3 seconds ago I was mean and now I'm sweet."

You shrugged. "You're a flip-floppy guy. You threw me off the dock once when it was chilly outside and then gave me clothes to change into not even three minutes later."

"That's called being a gentleman." He smirked. 

"No. It's called being an asshole with a heart." 

JJ snorted as he pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, pulling into a parking space before throwing the truck in park and grabbed his wallet along with your prescriptions.

"Stay here. I’ll be back." He kissed your temple before putting his mask back on, adjusting it so it was over his nose.

You shot him a thumbs-up as you pulled out your phone, taking the time to reply to Kie and Sarah who wanted to check in on you. They both offered to come over and take care of you but you told them you were fine cause you had JJ with you.

Kie immediately replied with a 'that's why we're offering.'

You let out a small giggle before sending them an 'I'm sure JJ can handle it' before locking your phone and pulling down the sun visor to look in the mirror. 

You opened your mouth and made a face as you looked at the inside of your mouth and saw the dried blood on your lips.

JJ opened the door and slid back into the driver’s seat, placing the bag with the two pill bottles in your lap. "You know, technically you’re supposed to keep pressure on the gauze for an hour so it clot and shit."

"You didn't tell me the inside of my mouth looks like it’s having its own little period. I smiled at you with my mouth looking like I took a baseball or something to the teeth." You scolded.

"Princess, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, you look like a hockey player who took a puck to the teeth." JJ laughed as he put the car in drive and made his way to the grocery store.

"JJ," you whined, not finding his comparison cute in the slightest.

"What? It's more accurate than the baseball comparison you said." 

"Stop laughing at me, J. It's not funny." 

"I'm sorry. You're just so whiney right now and it's adorable to me. Makes me want to bundle you up and hold you in my arms and protect you from all the evil in the world." JJ glanced at you. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window. “Y/N, don’t be like this now.”

“You’re being mean to me.” 

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. I’m over here bleeding, preparing for the numbness to wear off and the pain to set in and you’re laughing at me.”

JJ grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Can you accept me buying you soup as my way of asking for your forgiveness?”

He stopped at a stop sign and looked over at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. "I suppose."

He grinned as he squeezed your hand lightly. “See, you can’t stay mad at me forever, Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes before leaning your head against the headrest. “It’s because I need you to take care of me while I’m healing.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. As much as I love Kie and Sarah, I don’t think their cuddles can compare to yours.”

JJ nodded. “Fair enough. That’s all you need me for? Cuddles?” 

You shrugged. “We’ll see.”

****

Within two hours, you were tearing up as the numbness wore off, the pain coming in at full force. You laid on the couch in the living room of the apartment you and JJ shared, a blanket thrown over your body.

JJ walked over with a glass of water and the pills you were prescribed. “Alright, here’s your amoxicillin, and here’s your ibuprofen.” He handed you the pills as you sat up.

You popped the two pills into your mouth, taking the glass of water from your boyfriend’s hand before taking a sip and swallowing the pills. JJ took the glass from you and set it on the end table as you sniffed.

“You know what might help?” JJ asked, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it. 

“What?”

“I know you’re not a big drinker, Y/N, but I remember Mr. Heyward telling me when I got my wisdom teeth out that, if you take vodka, whiskey, tequila, whatever, and kind of hold it in your mouth, tilting your head left and right, it’ll help with the pain. It almost renumbs it and because it’s alcohol, it also helps fight infections.” JJ explained, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had stashed away.

He grabbed a shot glass and filled it up before bringing it over to you. 

“JJ, baby, I don’t think I should be having alcohol after taking a 600 mg ibuprofen and a 500 mg amoxicillin. Besides, I’m pretty sure that’s what the amoxicillin is for anyway.” 

JJ sighed. “I know, princess, but I’m trying to help you out here. It hurts me to see you hurting.”

“And just two hours ago you were saying it was cute when I’m all whiney.” You joked.

“You are cute when you’re whiney and not in pain. Now you’re just in pain and I don’t like it.” 

You looked at JJ with a frown. “How about we just cuddle for the rest of the day? Maybe take a nap because I’m all tuckered out.” 

JJ smiled lightly, downing the shot of vodka before heading over to you and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms snaked around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs. He carried you into your bedroom, taking one of his hands and pulling back the blankets before gently setting you down and tucking you in. 

He climbed in on his side, gently pulling you into his side, putting a pillow on top of his upper arm so you weren’t resting on his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t help the pain at all.

“Comfortable, princess?” He asked.

You hummed in response, your arm draping across his stomach. 

He kissed the top of your head, brushing your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry in advance if I drool on you. I’m even more sorry if it’s bloody drool.” You muttered.

“It’s alright. You can drool on me whenever you want, bloody or not.”

You smiled. “And Kie and Sarah were worried about you taking care of me.”

JJ scoffed. “I always take care of you so Kie and Sarah can shove a sock in it.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, baby. I defended you and your ability to take care of me.”

“I would hope so. After all, I’m buying you Dairy Queen next week. I don’t buy Dairy Queen for anybody, you know.”

“I know.” You sighed.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were almost asleep before JJ spoke again.

“You gotta eat your soup and mashed potatoes though or else you don’t get chicken tenders next week.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh my god, JJ. You sound like my dad when I had to go get shots.”

“That just means I’m prepared for when we have kids. The whole bribery part of parenting, in the bag.” JJ stated with a nod.

You nodded. “Alright, baby. I can’t wait to tell our kids how you knew you were ready to be a father because you told me a week after my wisdom teeth were removed, you were going to buy me chicken tenders and ice cream.”

JJ smiled. “And I can’t wait to be saying the same thing to them when they get their wisdom teeth out.”

~~~~~~

[maraudersbutmuggle]

Halloween, 2016. Part 1.

This is the alternative version of the horrible events of Halloween 1981. Don't worry they won't be as angsty as the original. This is kind of the climax of my story. I want to finish with this. And then write events from before to complement the story. And then keep up with random stuff about my Universe.

Content Warning: Insanity, Sick Obsession, Harassment, Violence, Bullying.

Snape:

December, 2015

Life was unfair, Severus thought. Sometimes evil seemed stronger than good. Sometimes life was too hard to handle. Especially without Lily Evans.

"Welcome to Zen Pharmacy"

Severus' boss had explicitly told him to smile to costumers. But how could he smile if his life was miserable.

"I would like those diapers..." the old lady in the counter pointed behind. "Robby is starting to wet the bed..."

Severus sighed. Seriously, what was the point of studying in one of the most prestigious schools, if he was going to end up selling diapers to elder people.

"I want pills for my stomach... I have too many gases..."

This was not going to be temporal. Severus was planning something big.

The Rightful Prince had to pretend to be a merchant in town. Meddle between popular plebs. Otherwise The Vicious King would find him, and kill him. And he couldn't let Lady Flower in his hands forever...

"Excuse me, sir..." the old lady spoke again "Can you help me carry my bags to my car?"

Severus sighed again.

On his walk home, Severus tried calling Mulciber again.

The Prince was searching for an strategy. Something to help him reach the castle unnoticed. But his former friends turned to be The King's spies. They had betrayed him...

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mulciber... It's me"

"Me who?"

Severus rolled his eyes.

"Me Severus..."

"Oh hello man, we haven't seen each other since Hogwarts. How are you?"

Severus clenched his teeth.

"We spoke last week, remember?"

In that very precise moment, a boy in the bus started crying. Not only crying but yelling. And he was next to Severus.

"Shit..." Severus murmured "Do you have it?" he spoke to the phone.

"What?"

"THE JOB MULCIBER!" Severus yelled "You told me your father can get me a job"

"Oh yeah..." Mulciber said, then he asked "What's that sound?"

The little boy was yelling even harder. And his stupid mother was not doing anything about it.

"Nothing... So?"

"Sorry, Snape..." Mulciber sniffed "There's no chance. You know how difficult it is"

Not for them. Not for the rich brats who had assured jobs from their daddies.

"Can you at least talk to your father?" Snape tried "I was a KNIGHT! I thought I was your friend"

Severus had done nasty things for that mother fucker.

"Yeah... I'll let you know as soon as a vacancy is open...."

"Okay but..."

But Mulciber had already hung up. Severus groaned.

There were some beasts amongst The Prince. Most of them were corrupted by the King. By his dark magic. The Prince needed to restore everything to normal. But he had to be patient.

Severus got home. He had left his parents after graduation because he couldn't stand Tobias anymore. The freaking monster. The monster that Eileen used to love. Or still did. Severus had tried to take her with him. But she refused. Eileen reminded Severus of Lily. Nice ladies in love with monsters.

He reached his room. And there it was. The wall. Severus' room looked like the police department. Photographs. Connected dots. Pinpointed information about the enemy. The Marauders. Especially Potter. Their movements. Relationships. Work places. Unis. The pubs they frequented. Severus needed to know everything to attack.

***

The Vicious King and his courtship walked around The Kingdom Hogwarts with such elegance, smirking. They acted like saints when all of their crimes could send them to an eternity of flames in hell.

The Vicious King. The Vain Knight. The Slow Servant. And the Horrible Beast. They called themselves: The Marauders. And The Prince would stare. Useless watched how they corrupted this earth.

"Alright, Snivellus?" The King would say when he spotted him. Always dragging attention to himself.

"Alright, Evans?" he would smirk at Lady Flower next. He was furious that she was the only lady in the kingdom that didn't succumb to his power.

"Bad now that you are here" Lady Flower spat. The Prince had admired her courage.

The courtship of morouns was laughing. Mocking everything as they used to.

The King got furious.

"At least I smell nicer than your boyfriend" he said "You know the showers can actually be used, Snivy? They are not for decor"

The other three giggled. The Servant was drooling in delight with his master. And the Beast was silent. Ready to be instructed to attack. The Beast was The Knight's favorite pet.

"Shame, Potter" Lady Flower used her power "You actually take a shower but it doesn't work!"

"Just leave it, Lily" The Prince wanted her as far away as possible. The King's power could get to her.

"Don't worry. We are nice people. Are we not?" The Knight dared to speak "We're going to teach you Snivy how to take a bath"

The Knight walked closer. And The Prince fought the urge to cut his head with his sword. But he was ready for battle.

"First you apply some... soup" The Knight threw a spell at him. Liquid soap that burned his eyes.

The Prince didn't see it coming. But now the King and the rest were amused by The Prince's humiliation.

"You twat!" Lady Flower yelled.

"Well instructed, Padfoot" The King adored his Knight "And then comes the water..."

And the spell of cold water fell on The Prince. He hadn't seen the bottle in the King's robes.

They laughed. Everyone in the Kingdom. In unison. And The Prince knew they had been already contaminated.

"ASSHOLES!"

Expect for Lady Flower.

"Are you okay, Sev?"

The Prince coughed. But he was fine. He was sad to have lost his kingdom. At least he still had Lady Flower.

But Severus didn't have her anymore. He could only observe her from the distance. No touch. No contact. He was a coward.

He was thinking about talking to her finally. Something casual. This could be his chance. She was alone. Walking through the streets of London. She had met her sister previously. Another beast, Petunia was.

So Severus saw her enter a grocery store near by. And he decided to intervene.

Lady Flower looked the same. But The Prince could see the dark magic in her eyes. He knew she was cursed. And the King got her captured. But The Prince needed to talk to her. At least once.

"Lily?"

Lily turned and blinked in surprise when she saw him.

Severus chuckled.

"What a surprise seeing you here. I almost didn't recognise you"

Lily smiled awkwardly.

It was normal. The spell was too strong to break.

"Hi Sev..." she looked around.

The Prince tried again.

"I haven't seen you since Hogwarts..."

"A year ago, yes" Lily nodded "How are you?"

Always so kind.

"I'm alright" he smiled "You know, working. Trying to survive"

"You didn't go to Uni?"

"I didn't have the money" Severus looked down "But I'm trying to gather it. You?"

"I study Journalism..."

"Like you wanted to"

Lily smiled and nodded shyly.

"That's nice"

If only The Prince could take her somewhere apart. To try and break the spell. But he needed to make sure The King was not around.

"Are you still with... Potter?"

Severus knew she was. He had seen them together. Walking to the movies. Or sharing a meal. Even kissing in Potter's car. He was sick.

"Yeah..." Lily licked her lips, nervously.

"Cool..." Severus tried to be as normal as possible. He needed to have Lily in good terms "Is he around?"

"Nah... He's at work" Lily said "Effie asked my to buy some apples for her famous apple pie"

Severus faked a smile.

"You live with The Potters now?"

This was worse than The Prince had expected. Lady Flower had been moved to the main tower. And The King probably had servants to watch over her.

"Temporarily..." Lily snorted.

Severus nodded.

"Hey... It's nice to see you again, Lily" Severus smiled "I've missed you"

Lily sighed "Sev..."

"Don't worry. I won't try anything bad" he said "I'm glad you're happy with Potter" all lies "And I've changed. I want to be a better man. Someone new. I don't even talk to the Knights anymore" that in part was true.

Lily simply nodded.

"Would you want to grab a coffee with me?" Severus tried "Just to catch up"

"I don't know..."

"Come on" Severus said "We can be friends again. Like we used to..."

Lily looked reluctant.

"God knows I need a friend now..." Severus sighed.

The spell was there. But Lady Flower was pure kindness. She wouldn't say no to let a helping hand to the unfortunate souls.

"Okay..." she said "Why not?"

Severus smiled "Really?"

Lily smiled too "Yeah. I need a friend too"

The Prince tried to remember that Lady Flower was indeed bewitched. She looked like the docil, beautiful and wonderful woman he used to remember. Lady Flower used to love him. They had sworn to always be together under the moonlight, naked after intense hours of passion.

Okay no. Severus wished. Not even a kiss. But maybe soon.

"I work at Zen's" Severus was saying "The Pharmacy... It's actually a decent job. The clients love me"

They had talked for 20 minutes and Severus could not tell her that he was miserable. It was part of the strategy.

"That's nice, Sev"

"How's Uni?"

"It's nice..." Lily smiled "People are fun to be around. Teachers are excellent. And really I love my career"

"I know. It was your dream to be a journalist" Severus said "I'm happy you are making it true"

"Thank you" Lily took a sip of her coffee.

"Do you still see people from Hogwarts?"

"Just my friends"

I used to be your friend. Severus thought.

"The boys. And Mary, Marlene and Dorcas" she continued "Sometimes I see Alice and Frank. Remember them? Oh and Edgar. But not so much... You?"

"No one"

Severus knew how The Knights still gathered. And made crazy parties. But they never invited him. Never. He had no one.

He had worshiped The Knights to be someone in life. To have a bright future ahead of him. But that hadn't happened. And he had lost Lily in the process.

No. It had been The King's work. Lady Flower would still be his if it wasn't for The Vicious King.

The Prince would get rid of him.

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

"Don't worry about it" Severus said "I reckon the only real friend I had was you"

Lily stared at him with pity and concern.

"Maybe we can be friends now" she tried.

Severus' strategy was working. He just have to play his cards right...

"I'd like that..."

"Okay..." Lily chuckled "There's something you need to know then"

Severus had hope. Maybe he could get her back. He just have to follow his plan and....

"I'm pregnant"

No. No No No No. The Prince had thought about the atrocities The King must've been doing to Lady Flower. But he forgot about that tiny detail. That was the worst thing that The Vicious King had done until now. Of course... He wanted an heir. To continue corrupting the Kingdom . Him and all his descendants. But mate with Lady Flower? His Lady Flower. The Prince was definitely going to kill him. He would go to the end of world to destroy that evil man.

Severus was in shock. He blinked hard. He was surely going to have a heart attack.

"Sev?" Lily asked concerned.

"You're so stupid!"

"Excuse me?"

"How could you let him do that to you?" Severus said "He ruined your life..."

Lily snorted "I can't believe it"

"Lily you're nineteen" Severus continued "You are studying a career. You're brilliant. You have a future ahead of you. And you're going to ruin that for child?"

"I'm such an idiot..." Lily said "It always happens"

Severus looked at her confused.

"I always want to see the best in you. And I always want to believe you. And I just don't fucking understand how horrible you actually are..."

No. No. No. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Severus was doing so well. Fuck... He had gotten so angry that he had opened his stupid mouth.

But this definitely changed plans. The Prince not only had to get Lady Flower back. And kill The King. But also, get rid of that child before it was born.

Lily stood up.

"I'm leaving..."

"No... Lily. I'm sorry... Wait..."

"NO!" Lily yelled "I'm tired of always falling into the same trap. You know? All this time, I wondered about you. If you were okay. If you had found someone. If you were happy" she snorted, and shook her head "I'm so stupid... And you keep hurting me. You're just a selfish wanker, who didn't even care about me. James is right. You're not worth trying..."

Severus felt an immense rage. He had brainwashed her mind. It was all his fault. HIS HIS AND ONLY HIS. James Freaking Potter had ruined Lily's life. He had ruined Severus' life. And he had broke them apart.

Lady Flower was not the same that The Prince fell in love with. Maybe she was gone forever.

"I said wait, Lily!" Severus grabbed Lily's arm tightly.

"Sev... Let me go..." Lily protested, He didn't listen "Severus, you're hurting me!"

"Is everything okay?"

Severus hadn't noticed how furiously he was staring at Lily. How he was hurting her arm. And how she looked at him in fear. He only noticed when the cashier of the coffee shop approach them.

Severus immediately let her go.

"Was this man hurting you, Miss?" he asked Lily.

Lily rubbed her arm. And looked at Severus like she didn't recognize him.

"No sir... Don't worry" Lily said "I was just leaving"

"I wasn't doing anything. We're friends. Right?"

"Not anymore" Lily answered. With tears in her eyes. "We are done"

"Lily we were talking about your pregnancy...."

But Lily was walking to the door already.

"Lily I overreacted.... Lily..."

Severus tried to go after her. But the cashier stopped him.

"You better let her go, sir" he said "Or I'll be obligued to call the police"

"Fine..." Severus pushed him away "I'm just gonna go my own way..."

He started walking to the door too.

"Sir?"

Severus turned irritated.

"You have to pay for the coffees"

Severus clenched his teeth. He took out his wallet. And tossed a bill to the floor.

"That shit tasted like piss anyway..."

And Severus walked through the door. Lily was no where to be seen.

"FUCK!"

The King surely knew how to move his pieces. He was intelligent and knew how to make The Prince lose his temper. The Prince had one Achilles' talon: Lady Flower. And The King had her. And he was going to use her against him.

A child. A child. A freaking child.

The Prince's game had to give a turn. He needed another plan to destroy the King. And this time, The Prince would not have mercy.

The King was going to pay. And his stupid courtship. And Lady Flower was going to realize her mistake.

They would see.

[doodlesofmyheart]

A Collection of Moments

II

FLORENCE

Eliza and Mark sat across from me as we waited to be called for the appointment, I kept looking at my phone waiting for the results of the Official Board of Business Spain (OBBS) to come through on their site for who they were going to name the Business Firm of the year.

“Florence, follow me please” Said Ingrid the regular nurse that always came to mine or Marks rescue if he was freaking out over something pregnancy related “Same room as always, she is waiting for you already” I walked into the office and sure enough Dr. Capshaw was already waiting for us in her usual pink scrubs, unicorn cap and smile that would light up any room she walked into.

“Florence, I see you brough company this time” The blue-eyed blonde said as she closed the door behind Mark “Eliza and Mark is great to see you both” The two nodded their heads without saying a word, I knew Mark was nervous for the results that were going to be presented to us today from tests that we did in the early stages of my pregnancy around week 6-7 with the intent to find out if there was anything genetically wrong with the fetus.

As we left Dr. Capshaw’s office, I grabbed Eliza’s hand pulling her and Mark in for a hug. They both laughed as we let out a breath because we didn’t need to worry about anything until he was born. Before we could move towards the train station my phone rang with a call from Amy

“Florence! Thank God you answered. Olivia is here looking for you and she is freaking out!” The redhead screamed into the phone very lightly but with a serious tone “What do I do?”

“Olivia knew I had an appointment today, all of you should have gotten a reminder about it” I said as we went down the stairs to the train tracks “Tell her I will be there as soon as I can”

“Flo, the high profile client is here, they want a meeting with everyone that is on the team” I sighed loudly making both Eliza and Mark look my way with questioning looks

“I’m on my way, can’t do much about it with a slow train system and a 5-month pregnant lady” I heard her laugh and then agreed to tell them about the waiting time “also, remind everyone that Eliza is coming to the office today, so please pick up around you, I don’t want to see a nasty office when I walk in”

“Understood boss” she ended the call just as we stepped into the train.

As soon as I walked into floor 16 everyone turned to look at us and smiled as they saw Eliza walking behind me, she waved at everyone she knew and smiled at the others. I walked up to Amy who quickly came to my side and greeting Mark who she was covering for until we came in. I dropped my bag next to his and grabbing the iPad from the desk

“I verified all of your meetings and they are up to date; you also have an interview in about 2 hours with HQ Magazine. You had some packages downstairs; they are in your office. Mark, Alonso called, he needs you to grab something from the pharmacy before you go home and finally, they are in your office right now having that meeting” She gave us a summary of everything that happened during the 2 hours we missed “They have everything you need”

I walked towards my office but before opening the door, I turned around looking at Amy

“Please, help her get set up with school. The URL should be a little different because she is over here, but she should still be able to log in and finish her schoolwork. If you need more help call Hailee she should be already be here” Amy nodded as I turned back around and let out a breath shaking the usual nerves that overtook my body whenever we had a new client. I opened the door instantly regretting it

“Ladies, good to see that you made yourselves comfortable. I am sorry that I wasn’t here for the beginning of it, but I’m here now. You must be-“ I stopped dead in my tracks as I felt my blood drain from my body holding myself steady with the door, Mark noticed and quickly came to my side with a water bottle “Babe, I told you to eat something before leaving the house” He said whispering in my ear “I’m okay, I just lost my balance, can you actually ask Hails if she brought my breakfast?” He nodded helping me sit on the couch leaving quickly. “I apologize, you must be the account owner. I’m Florence Pugh the Executive Director and their supervisor. What’s your name?”

“Sofia, my name is Sofia” She said with a hint of aggravation looking directly at me. She looked exactly as she did 10 years ago. Her hair now a short light brown bob with bangs. Her body looking fragile and skinny as if she hasn’t been taking care of herself. Her face covered in light makeup, nothing fancy but enough to cover the bags under her eyes and the slight discoloration that I remember ran in her family.

“I’m used to last names, Is your account going to be a joint account?” She looked at me with surprised eyes, I wasn’t sure how she expected me to act after just seeing her again I could have acted much worse and thrown her out of my office or the company. I looked at Olivia who has looking at me concerned due to my behavior

“Sofia Belmonte and yes, it will be a joint account with my husband Joseph Belmonte” I swallowed hard at the confirmation of the obvious

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Belmonte, hopefully Mr. Belmonte will join us in another meeting to talk future projects”

I took the folder that Emma handed to me and sat on the couch looking through them, I could feel her eyes stuck on me and I could feel a panic attack starting. Drinking some of my water, I counted to 10 I needed to keep calm because I do not want to put any stress on this pregnancy Dr Capshaw already had me on high watch

“If the cost of the space is lower than what we are going to make in revenue in the end, then yes, I would buy it, but if we are paying more and just staying in debt then it wouldn’t make sense Mrs. Belmonte. Florence what do you think?” I came out of my bubble and checked once more the page we were currently at before speaking

“I agree, if the total buy out of the space is more than what you are planning on winning back, we should definitely be looking for somewhere else to establish this branch of the company. Looking at what you want to do with the space I have a place in mind that is all up for non-profits and helping the community, I can talk with the owner and see for a long term contract. Hailee can help out with the design of the space and how it would look, I can talk with her”

“I was thinking on asking Hailee, but If you can do that, we would appreciate it” Greta said, I nodded my head and continued looking at the papers

“Actually, let me tell Eliza to go ask her if she could start on that now” I pushed the button right next the lamp on the side table Mark answered “Boss” “Mark can you tell Eliza to come here” “On her way”

“Mom, hey aunties, hello Miss” Eliza said as she walked in, her eyes stayed on Sofia for a while, I interrupted their staring contest “Hey sweets, can you please go to Hailee’s and tell her that momma said she needs a Creative Space Plan for a Dog Kennel Space in Boulevard 786 Highton” Sofia looked at Eliza, from the corner of my eye I could see her hand going up to her mouth trying to cover the gasp that came out

“Mom, Momma, CSP of Dog Kennel Space in B 786 Highton” She said as she looked up to the ceiling remembering what I just told her

“Yes, just like that, text me what she says yeah?” She nodded and turned around but didn’t leave “Floor 12 Eli” She walked out closing the door. I could feel Sofia’s stare not backing down from my face as soon as Eliza said Mom referring to the other person that was mentioned. I took my phone from the pocket of my blazer and texted Mark

“1 minute, come in and say that my wife is on the phone, in a hurry”

“Copy boss”

The wife card is always bad, they know it, specially when they all knew I didn't want to get married anytime soon. I got the text from Eliza quickly which means that Hailee was available for her.

“She said it will be done tomorrow by 10 am” I relayed that to the girls and kept quiet

A knock met the door and Mark showed his face searching for me around the room, he looked at Sofia with wide eyes but looked quickly my way

“Boss, your wife is on the phone, she seems to be worried and, in a hurry,” I looked at the girls and their eyes were already on me. Keeping the folder with me, I excused myself and after closing the door I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding

“Mark, Amy Conference Room NOW” I walked as quick as I could over to the back conference room closing the door as soon as they walked in “That woman in my office”

“The High-Profile?” Questioned Amy

“She is no High-Profile Client! That’s Sofia” Mark looked at me with wide eyes once again “Yes, Eliza’s other mother Sofia”

“Florence” I sat on the chair not being able to keep myself standing “Are you okay?”

“I need to go home; I need to get Eliza out of here” I stood up and walked out of the room to be met with the younger version of me by the door “Amy, Eli and I are going home, please forward me all of the meeting links and the notes from the iPad. Tell Olivia, the call was real. I will see you all for dinner tonight, still at my place” I picked up my purse and grabbed Eliza’s hand walking to the elevator and out of the building once we were on the first floor, I heard her ask in almost a whisper

“Are we going to talk about her?” Eliza said as we got into the car service that was waiting for me

“When we get home Eli, I promise” I closed my eyes and let the driver takes us home.

As soon as we got home, we went our separate ways to change into comfier clothing and meet back in the living room area, her with a book in hand and me with my work laptop. I sat on the bar stool behind the kitchen island, Eliza seating right in front of me.

“It was her, wasn’t she?” Eliza looked up from her book

“Huh?” I asked knowing who she was talking about “Who are you talking about?”

“The woman in your office today, it’s my egg donor” She looked at me annoyed “She looked like an older version of me, and you can’t lie to me, your nose is starting to wrinkle up”

“Eliza” I looked down at my bump hugging it slightly “Yes, it was her and don't call her your egg donor. You know her name”

“Do you think she would try to reach out?” The young brunette asked once more shyly “Do you want her to reach out?”

“Eli, if she does reach out, do you want to have a say in what happens?” I asked her putting my hands up next to the computer and looking directly at her

“Yes, I want to. If you and mom would let me” Her pupils blown with a hint of excitement

“Oh honey!” I walked over to her holding her tiny hands on my own “I would never get in between the two of you. If she wants to try and meet and spend time with you, your mom and I will only agree to it if it doesn’t hurt you” Her eyes teared up making me lift my thumb up to her cheeks catching it “Now, don’t cry because nothing has changed yet”

“How are you so calm? I know when mom finds out she will freak out” she asked almost laughing

“Some say I was a cold-hearted Russian Spy in my past life” she laughed putting her hand on mine “I was shocked when I saw her, couldn’t believe that it was her who I had in my office after 10 years. But I must be strong, for me, for your brother and most importantly for you. Also, your mom will be fine.”

“Thank you, momma, for everything that you have done for me and for you”

“Eliza, I have to apologize to you because I know we have had our struggles in the past, Sofia left me heart-broken and I really thought that having you near me was going to cause me more pain and I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t let you see me suffer or struggle because of a broken heart. I abandoned you and that was the worst mistake I ever did and then Hailee came and she opened my eyes to everything that I was losing by not having you with us ”

“Momma, I knew you called every day. Every morning at 0830 am to be exact and I knew you would help grandma with my homework late at night because she couldn’t do it on her own. And I also know you helped grandpa with the cheese flan over the phone last week” She said as she grabbed the book from the table and moved to the couch laying down "Mom didn't really make an effort to keep that quiet"

“Well, I mean thank you for letting me know that my secret efforts were pointless”

“Not pointless, I’m here, right?” Her eyes scanned the page she was reading and smiled

“That book better be for school” She ignored my comment and continued to read.

My laptop began ringing with the zoom call from HQ, the interview Amy reminded me of this morning. Every single one of the meetings and interviews went without a hitch and on time like they were supposed to. I expected nothing less from our clients and interviewers as we always gave the best from us.

5 pm rolled around quicker than expected, I closed my laptop looking at Eliza who was now seating on the loveseat her book nowhere near her hands, but her phone clasped between them. The apartment started smelling like oven roasted stuffed chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy on the side the second I turned on the oven about 2 hours ago. I sat next to Eliza turning on the tv as we waited for the food to be done and for everyone to get home. I had been texting Hailee letting her know little details of why I came home early as she went to look for us to eat lunch and we weren't there

“Momma, why is your apartment so big?” She asked me seriously

“What kind of question is that? Because I wanted room to do whatever I wanted, I also wanted you to have your own space and if I ever wanted to give you siblings, I wanted enough space for that too” I said my raspy laugh coming out “I can’t believe you asked me that Elizabeth”

“That’s not even my real name, Florence” A knock met the door, she stood up quickly opening it without even asking who it was “Auntie Emma, Auntie Greta, Auntie Amy, Uncle Alonso, Uncle Mark, Aunt Olivia you all are here… On time” She acted surprised and opened the door wider to let them in

“Florence, what does she mean by we are here on time?” Asked Olivia putting her jacket and purse down on the side table by the door “We always get here on time; she wasn’t even here for the last 20 of them”

“Olivia that was mean” Greta answered back to the older one leaving no space for her to refute what she said

“Florence a wife call? What happened?” Emma said going straight to the point as always as she sat next to me with Eliza seating on her lap, everyone gathering around us the golden rays of the setting sun slipping through the window and directly to us

“I had to do it, I’m sorry. But Olivia how could you?” The older one looked at me with disbelief

“I’m sorry, how could I do what?” She said standing up and crossing her arms “seems like everyone is attacking me today”

“Don’t tell us you didn’t know who the woman you brought today is” Mark intervened between us “Because I sure as hell knew who it was the second I saw her”

“You mean the high-profile client, that was waiting for you to come in for more than 30 minutes, Florence?” She asked raising her left eyebrow

“Yes, Sofía Belmonte or rather Sofia Reyes” All of them gasped while Eliza nodded her head and laughed saying "my egg donor" I looked at her reprimanding and she just shrugged her shoulders

“You sure you want to talk about that while miss smarty pants is here” Emma said standing up from her spot in the couch, letting Eliza fall next to me

“She knew the second she walked into the office” I said standing up going to the kitchen taking the chicken out of the oven and handing it to Mark who took it to the dining table

“I swear Flo, I had no idea that it was her. I mean it was odd that she looked so much like an older version of Eli, but I didn’t think anything of it and besides I had only seen her twice when we were back in college both of which were from at least 50 ft away” Olivia said sitting down in the closest chair to my chair in the left side “Lets change the subject yeah? We can talk about it after dinner. Also, Emma where is your wife and Flo is Hailee not joining us? I need to talk with Soirse, she needs to start letting her leave earlier”

I looked at my phone hoping to see a message from her, the young Creative Space Designer from floor 12, who also happens to be my girlfriend of 7 years in 2 months and fiancee of 3 years now. Unfortunately, I had stopped receiving messages from her about an hour ago, which to me meant that she should be closing work for the day. I left it charging, going around the kitchen island and seating down, the table was always full of people for dinner unless we all had something to do like yesterday, none of us were able to make it. Emma took her phone out taking a picture and uploading it to her Instagram stories, the brunette one always keeping her peers jealous of the relationship we all had.

“Scarlett should be here soon; she has been really busy with filming” Emma replied to Olivia while sitting down at the table “Flo this looks delicious”

“Thank you Emi,” I saw Eliza move towards the door from the corner of my eye “Where do you think you are going, Elizabeth?”

“Once more that is not my name and I was going to open the door for Ansla” I coughed at the mention of Tessa's 13-year-old daughter who I did not know was back from her father's “By the way, she is coming over for dinner”

“Who gave you permission to invite her?” I stood up walking to the door holding it open as my daughter went to knock on Tessa's door who quickly opened it. She wore a red dress, perfectly adjusted in every part of her body might I add, she smiled at me and called out for her daughter “Tessa, you look beautiful, night out?” I asked making friendly conversation

“Yes, I finally have a date with someone decent” She laughed as so did everyone in my apartment saying hi to her “Hey guys, full house today? If Ansla is too much I can keep her”

“Not at all, she is always welcomed. Do you need a full nanny or just for the human? Also, if the date goes to shit, we will be here” She followed my eyes to the floor and saw Marcos trying to go past her “He is welcomed too, wouldn’t mind some cuddles today”

“Florence you would literally save my love life” She was interrupted by a very loud not so subtle cough in the stairs, Scarlett showed her face followed by Hailee, I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face, I allowed both of them to wonder into the apartment, Hailee stopping slightly by my side letting her hand rest on my baby bump, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and continued her way in followed by Eliza and Ansla while I went to grab Marcos from Tessa “He already ate, he should be good until tomorrow and I will pick him up before you leave for work, I promise”

“Don’t worry! He can stay here until you get back” I said walking back with him into my apartment “Have fun Tess” I heard her scream thank you and close her door. I closed mine, dropping the leash and collar from Marcos’s neck as he went to greet every single person around the table, including Ansla “Everyone is here now, let's eat family”

Hailee came to me as I sat “I thought you weren’t going to come tonight” I said looking into her blue-greyish eyes, she smiled

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Eliza is back and I wanted to see you since you left really early this morning” She sat on my lap putting her hands around my neck bringing her face close to my ear “I was hoping to spend the night in your bed with your naked body against mine” her face came back to full view but not for long as she brought her lips closing the distance between them making me instantly close my eyes and relax into the kiss

“Love birds, we want to eat, not throw up” Alonso said throwing his napkin our way hitting her right in the back of her head

“Fine, let's eat. I hope you all have dessert at home because mine just got here”

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IM DYING for some domestic things, can I please have small request about it? What if Bakugo, Kirishima, Shigaraki and Dabi (seperated, obviously) coming home and bringing one cutie plusiu for their unborn child? Sorry for wxtra fluff I just need more cute things in our lifes 😭 YOU R AWESOME HAPPY ONE MONTH LUV YA

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I had to do this one right away! Sorry if some of these are very narrow-minded views on expecting children! I know surrogacy and adoption are also options! Let me know in the comments if those are things you guys would like to see as well!

But I got too excited when I saw this! lol The mucus filled disaster where my heart is supposed to be jumped for joy when I read this prompt!

HnM💕

💖Dabi:

When you first met Dabi, one of your very first presumptions about the man was that he should never have offspring. 

That’s not to say that you were not immediately drawn to his physical looks and demeanor, rather you just couldn’t picture such a stoic man ever having the visceral capacity in his cold heart to care much about anyone besides himself. 

It wouldn’t be until much later than your initial meeting where these feelings would be fully swayed– passed when you got to know him better and saw his standoffish mask fade away, revealing a loyal, surprisingly warm man– passed becoming romantically involved with him and finding him putting aside his own slight needs at times to fulfill yours– passed even your first pregnancy together. 

It was the day of your child’s birth that you knew just how much of a kind-hearted creature your partner could be. 

You already knew that he wouldn’t be able to attend the birth. He was a known “terrorist” after all. The sight of him in a hospital would only end in havoc.

Those people— always quick to label anyone who won’t conform under their oppression with such othering terms.

You gave a quick glance to your sleeping daughter, immediately feeling a heaviness in your heart. The picture just wasn’t complete without Dabi.

Yes, it hurt to be alone but you reminded yourself that you would soon return from the hospital to reunite your little untypical family.

But for the moment, you could only sleep and let your body heal from child birth.

A familiar sound suddenly chipped away at your peaceful unconscious, “You are so beautiful. Just like your mom, huh?”

Was that Dabi?

You tried to pry your heavy eye lids open and call out to him but only a slight tired groan came out.

“Go back to sleep, Y/N,” you felt a warm hand rub your cheek, “You did a good job. Rest up,” you tried to fight against your sleepiness but the soothing nature of his touch eventually dragged you back to sleep.

“You are perfect. I… I didn’t know I could feel so much for one person. God, I am going to spend every moment of my life protecting you until the day I die, baby girl.”

“Dabi!!” You gasped. You finally snapped your body up, and ignored the searing pain in your lower abdomen and you crazily searched the room for the father of your child.

Your heart sagged at his absence.

However on the visitors chair next to your daughters plastic crib was a large array of pink stuff animals and hearts.

You dragged yourself off of the bed and scuttled to the display of rosy penguins and pigs and bears and saw a card with a lone pink balloon on the front.

Curiously, you slowly opened the card,

I hope this doesn’t gross you out, me being all soft and everything, but as soon as I saw her I wanted to give her absolutely everything. My baby girl is the most precious thing I have ever seen.

I’m so proud of you. You did a good job, babe. Heal up and come home soon, kay?

I can’t wait to hold my girls again.  

🐊Kirishima:

He was beyond happy to become the father to your children. Words wouldn’t even be able to begin to describe the pure and overwhelming feelings of joy that he felt as he bounced out of the doors of the drug store near your house.

He glanced down to a torn piece of a magazine the two of you had lying around the house, checking the small list he made one more time before he left the stores premises: 

Vitamin B6

 A plush crocodile

flowers 

Left Twix

pregnancy test

Yep! All accounted for! He had practically no trouble at all finding most things on the list, but the plush crocodile was a bit harder than he expected.

He had asked an associate about the plush toy in hopes of finding it, but they only had alligators.

“But this is a stuffed alligator. See?” As Kirishima pointed to the stuffed animals face, the associate only became confused, so Kiri explained further, “The nose shape is all wrong. It has to be a crocodile? Are you sure this all you have?”

It was indeed all they had. Kirishima let out a small sigh, but honestly not even the drug store’s reptile discrimination could bring his day down!

“My wife is pregnant!” He exclaimed with an extremely proud smile to a couple he passsed as he made his way into his car. One of the strangers immediately cheered him on with a loud “whoop whoop!” before his boyfriend smacked him on the shoulder for the wild display.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t believe how long it was taking your husband to return home from the store. You bounced your leg uncomfortably as you waited on your living room couch.

He was only supposed to be picking up one thing! The longer you sat and waited for him to return, the more your nerves stacked upon each other.

You’re heart flipped in your chest as your front door suddenly opened. You quickly stood from the couch, “You got it?”

He hurried up to you, “Yep! Here, go take the test!” He pressed a kiss on your cheek and frantically handed you an already opened pregnancy test like a baton in a race.

You raised an eyebrow to him, before pausing as you caught a glance at the flowers in his other hand. You shook your head in disbelief, “Eiji look, I told you not to get too excited,” you pointed an accusing finger as you walked away toward to bathroom, “The test we took was old. It might have been a fake positive,” you hollered from the bathroom after shutting the door.

He followed you to the bathroom, but remained fidgety on the other side, “Well I know for a fact that it wasn’t a fake positive,” he replied with a slightly smug tone as he tried to mask his own nervousness.

“Oh yeah?” You laughed at his smugness, “Well… would that be such a bad thing?” You tried to sound lighthearted as you stared at the stick in front of you and waited for the second line to appear.

The two of you hadn’t really been planning for a child. You hadn’t ever really even talked about having children much, so when you missed your period last week and became sick this morning, this response from Kirishima was very unexpected.

He was way happier than you would have thought he would be. Just when you thought your beam of light couldn’t get any happier….

God, you didn’t want to let him down.

Suddenly Kirishima heard you scream on the other side of the door.

The man immediately burst through the door accidentally busting a portion of the frame, “Oh man, S-sorry. But WHAT IS IT!?”

“Happy face!” A smile split your face as you threw yourself at him for a hug.

“T-that means pregnant!?” He frantically stuttered, frozen in place.

“That means pregnant!” You hopped up and down.

He wasted no time at all as you scooped you up into his arms. The both of you laughed in unbelievable glee as he carried you to the living room and sat you down on the couch. He swiftly handed you the flowers, “Here you go, baby mama.” You laughed at his phrasing as he reach somewhere behind him to grab his drug store plastic bag.

“And these,” he smiled up at you, “for your stomach.”

Chocolate and…. B6?? What even is that? You threw him a confused glance, so he immediately explained.

“I was talking to a lady by the pharmacy about your morning sickness,” no wonder he took so long, you laughed at his diligence as he continued, “She said B6 can help. So the vitamins will do good for your stomach, and the chocolate will taste good for your stomach.”

Your face almost hurt from how hard your were smiling, “God, you really went all out! You really are hard headed you know that?”

“Only the best for my girls,” he argued as he pulled the stuffed alligator from behind his back.

“Oh my goodness!!” You explained with a laugh, the two of you always got each other crocodile things. The first thing you ever said to him in high school was a mocking joke about his choice in footwear—crocs. You laughed, “You think its a little girl, huh? Well, I think it’s a hard headed little boy just like his dad.”

“I guess we’ll see,” he said as he pecked you on the lips.

“I guess we will.” You smiled back at him.

🐻Shigaraki:

The two of you weren’t exactly on the greatest of terms. What was meant to be a drunken fling ended up turning into, in your opinion, a long, drawn out train-wreck of a relationship– if you could even call it that. 

You swear that that man has the mentality of a child, and it seemed like every time he would take a step toward the grand goal of maturity, something would come by and knock him two steps back again. 

So it was obviously not a shock to you that the overgrown baby was no where near prepared to raise a baby of his own. You almost expected him to storm off sooner than he did when you told him you were pregnant.

But he just stared at you.

“What? Would you stop staring at me like I’m some alien now?” you had thrown your hands on your hips as if to undermine any overwhelming feelings he had, “You did this to me!!” you had foolishly screamed at him, causing him paused in shock before storming away as you feared he would.

How could you say that to him? Then again, you knew you had your faults as well. After all you were the one who hid the pregnancy until you had begun to show. 

It was just too much for you to bare– the thought of being left alone to raise a snotty little thing, the thought of him staying and you being forced into a failing relationship, the thought of what kind of fucked up hero society you would raise the thing in. All of these thoughts festering in your mind over the past few months boiled into a harden crust and weighed down upon your mind. 

“Shit…” you sighed under your breath, finally releasing the flood of emotions that you had been holding back for all of these months in a wave of tears.

“Y/N,” Shigaraki’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your despairing trance, “Here,” he harshly shoved a soft object into your face much like a student would an unseemly note to his classmate. 

You looked down at the object and was completely surprised by what you saw, “A bear…?” you gawked at the plush object. He hadn’t ever bought you any gifts before.

“I wasn’t planning on staying with you,” he said very simply, his words sending a sharp pain through your heart.

Your still teary eyes blinked a few times as you tried to hold back your inevitable crying, “O-okay? I-“ he suddenly cut you off,

“I’m not as stupid as you might think. I can see that you are unhappy with me, so I was gonna just drop this… us,” he trailed off as if he were carefully preparing his next set of words, so you sat in silence and waited for them,

He finally spoke, “but knowing that we are expecting a child makes me really happy. Because it’s with you. I will… try to make you happier.”

You immediately wrapped your arms around him and held him closer to you than you ever had before, as if you were finally becoming one with him. You honestly didn’t know if the two of you would work out, but hearing those words come from him would make all of the difference in the possibility.

💥Bakugou:

“GOD DAMMIT! THE BRAT’S ON FIRE AGAIN, Y/N!!” You heard your husband screech from the other side of the house.

“WHAT?! ALREADY!?” You gave a groan in annoyance as you walked down the hall. You could already see light from the flames your son was probably swallowed up in in your living room. You shook your head in exasperation.

As soon as Bakugou spotted you coming, he threw you and expectant look, causing you to throw you hands on your hips as you chastised him, “Well, don’t just stand there looking at me! Grab the extinguisher!”

He immediately became defensive, “What do you think I am trying to do, you idiot! I can’t find it!” He roared back over your sons terrified screams.

“What do you mean you can’t find it?! We have one in every room now!” You screamed back as you picked up your son and hugged him close. The boy dropped something from his hand as you did so.

It was a blessing that you had just come back from work and had your fireproof hero costume on. You already had a full store of clothes that your young toddler had burned through. You patted him on his flaming back in a feeble attempt to soothe him. He continued wailing still.

Your poor baby! You knew he had your fire proof cells, but he was still terrified.

“Babe! Where’s that damn extinguisher!?” You called out.

“You must have moved it earlier this morning when he scorched your shirt!” He accused angrily.

“Oh crap. Well, grab the one from the kitchen, or playroom! And that was more than a scorch and you know it! My favorite blouse looked like a teenage bonfire,” You tried to defend yourself.

“Put me out mommy! Put me out!” Your son sobbed, clinging tightly to your chest as the flames raged around him, “we need ‘wata’!” Your heart broke a little at his hiccups and gasps,

“We can’t use water, baby,” your fire breathing quirk along side Bakugou’s oily nitroglycerin sweat resulted in a pretty terrifying combination for a small child who had a habit of setting himself on fire. The oily fire would only surge if you used water to extinguish it. That’s why you had special extinguishers made just for these occasions, “if DADDY FINDS AN EXTINGUISHER you’ll be okay! Remember? It doesn’t hurt.”

Bakugou suddenly burst back into the room, “I FOUND IT!” He screeched like a battle cry as you held your son an arms length away. Much like you often practiced, Bakugou flipped the nozzle of the red container and released the foamy continents as they sprayed all over your son.

You quickly calmed him down and cleaned him off as Bakugou ran to grab him some more clothes. The two of you worked like a well oiled machine as you swiftly dressed him and consoled him out of his sobs.

Your son eventually cried himself into a nap, meaning you’d have at least 2 hours to prepare for the next inevitable incident. You sighed as you slumped down onto the couch next to an already sprawled Bakugou, “What are we gonna do with this boy,” you shook your head.

“Train him how to use his damn quirk,” he huffed.

You sat up defensively, “We do!”

“Yeah, a few minutes a day,” he spat back.

“He’s a toddler, Katsuki, Jesus!” your face upturned.

“Tell him that! He’s the one spontaneously combusting!” he loudly argued, “Besides, he’ll be four in like a month.” 

It was a rare occurrence that he obtained his quirk so early. The two of you hadn’t expected it for years. 

But doctors theorized that quirks would soon come earlier in age as their power grew— your son might just be among the first of a new era. Different things like diet, stress, activity could all also trigger the quirks to come sooner.

“Well the doctors said his outbursts could be stress related!” Your face shriveled. You weren’t so ignorant to think that yours and Katsuki’s interactions weren’t stressful for a small child. It’s not that you guys weren’t happy together. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Loud and passionate was just the dynamic that the two of you shared, but your son was gentle and nervous somehow. Much like your brother. You shook your head as guilt ate away at your heart, “God, only three years in and we are messing him up already.”

“He’s not fucking messed up!” Your husband argued “He’s perfect!” He announced proudly. This sent a wave of happiness into your heart.

You never really expected Bakugou to be the doting father type, but he had pleasantly surprised you the past few years at how passionate he was about raising your son. Of course there were times where you would question his harsher parenting methods, but all in all, he was a very good, supportive, present father.

You looked up at him proudly, “Yeah,” you agreed with a soft smile.

“Plus, I fixed our plush toy issue,” your husband huffed, “that probably why he was easier to calm the hell down than usual.”

“Our… what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You really didn’t notice? Are you fucking serious?” He sounded almost hurt, “You said he get’s even more worked up when he’s upset about melting or destroying his toys during his tantrums. So I fixed that problem,” he pointed to the scorched carpet in front of you and that’s when you noticed a small, unscathed plush doll.

Your heart melted. It was a little cute Ground Zero doll! “Oh! Wow! How long has he had that?!” You excitedly exclaimed as you bent down to pick up the fluffy Bakugou.

“I just had the agency brand them yesterday. It’s a fireproof prototype,” he gruffly explained nonchalantly. You immediately leaned over to him to give your thoughtfulness sweetheart of a man a kiss but he harshly threw his face away from you so you only caught his cheek.

All these years, and he still hated affection, “Whatever,” you huffed,  “I have a new man anyway,” you teased, causing him to angrily whip his head back towards you, only to see you placing a kiss on the small plushie.

“YOU ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD, YOU KNOW THAT!?!”

Suddenly you heard an explosion coming from your sons room, followed by familiar terrified wails, “MOMMYYY! PUT. ME. OUUUUUUT!”

Both you and Bakugou sighed before you angrily punched him on the arm for his loud mouth.

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everything is you: one

A/N: Happy Sunday everyone! Hope you all are having a great weekend! Wanted to share this with you all as it’s a story I’ve been working on. It’s honestly taking over my life a bit, but I hope you all enjoy it! 

This may or may not be inspired by the Boyz II Men song. I love my 90s music and I heard it and then boom. And it also may have been inspired by a korean drama called ‘Fated to Love you’, at least the character of Alena. 

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Alena groaned as she heard her phone rang for the umpteenth time. 

It was a Saturday.

She was allowed to sleep in.

Her eyes opened wide then when the day sunk in. Picking up her cell phone, she sat up and saw multiple missed calls from Angel, EZ and Felipe.

She clicked on Angel’s name, cursing under her breath. 

“Where the fuck are you?” Angel growled out.

“I’m so sorry Angel,” Alena groaned as she laid back on her bed. “I had a late night at work and I missed my alarm earlier.” She looked at the clock beside her bed and it read ‘10:35am’.

He sighed. “It’s fine, I was just worried. You didn’t even text me querida.” 

“I,” she bit her lip, internally groaning for forgetting to do such a simple task. “I thought I did. Sorry my-“

Angel cut her off. “Your co-workers took advantage of your kindness yet again and you did their work while they went out to party.” 

Alena hated how well Angel knew her. But she nodded her head meekly as if Angel could see her. 

“Cruz is looking for mama.” 

She smiled thinking of her son. Well, technically, Cruz wasn’t her son. Cruz was Angel’s son with his ex-girlfriend, Valeria. The woman didn’t want Cruz so she put him up for adoption without even telling Angel. She told him that she would rather he be in the system than have a father like him. That she wanted no reminder of him in her life. When Angel went to the orphanage to retrieve his child, they gave him a difficult time due to his criminal background along with his history with the Mayans. They told him he didn’t have enough stability to care for a child. 

Typical systemic bullshit. 

Alena had a good job, or well, a respectable job that people would see as stable. Being Angel’s friend, she offered to pose as his fiancé so that Angel could get his son. It was a fight, but eventually they were able to bring Cruz home and Alena has been taking care of Cruz with Angel ever since. On his birth certificate, it was Alena’s name that was on there along with Angel’s.

One may wonder why would Alena even adopt a child that wasn’t hers? 

Many people, including her family, have called her insane and too kind to help Angel out the way she has been doing for the last few years. They were never together and were only friends, yet, they were co-parenting.

But Angel saved her all those years ago when she was merely sixteen years old. Things would have been different if Angel wasn’t there.

Alena moved to Santo Padre with her mother when she was eleven years old. She lived in the apartment building down the street Angel’s home. She was EZ’s age, so she ended up being in the same class as him. For lack of a better term, she was EZ’s rival when it came to academics. She hardly participated in any clubs, sports or any activities, but when it came to academics, she definitely rivaled EZ. Angel always teased EZ that not even his spooky gift could beat Alena. Due to living in the same neighborhood, they always seemed to walk home together and she eventually befriended EZ then Angel. 

They weren’t her best friends, but she definitely considered them good friends. Her best friend, Carla, was EZ’s current girlfriend. Carla moved to Santo Padre at the age of fifteen and became a part of the triplet with EZ and Alena. Once EZ was out of jail, their feelings became more apparent especially since Carla stuck by EZ. Though, they couldn’t lay blame in Emily since EZ did push her away. 

She adopted Cruz four years ago and now, she was his mother and she wouldn’t do a thing to change it. Her and Angel co-parented well. Their schedule never veered from the usual, but she usually was in San Diego during the week and from time to time Cruz came with her. Mostly, he was in Santo Padre since Felipe could watch him when Angel was working. Angel insisted that she didn’t have to take care of Cruz, her helping him get his child was enough, but she grew fond of the child. 

She would do anything for Angel and now she would do anything for Cruz. They might not be blood, but he was her son.

“Shit, okay, let me just change into some clothes and I’ll head over.” Alena maneuvered out of bed. The guilt seeping in that she didn’t come home last night as she intended to do so. 

Well, she didn’t go over to Angel’s.

“Don’t bother,” her room door opened and the giggle that flooded the air made her smile.

“Mama!” Cruz greeted her, jumping on her bed. 

“Baby!” She opened her arms as Cruz jumped into them. Looking up at Angel, he leaned against the door frame and smiled at her. “I’m really sorry.” She pouted. 

Angel groaned. “Please don’t do that, you know that pout makes me powerless.” Alena laughed at his words. “I know, it’s fine, I know how you are.” Angel sighed walking over to sit at the edge of her bed. “Really wish you wouldn’t let them walk all over you.” 

“It’s not a big deal, I was staying late anyway and they didn’t anticipate it to be busy yesterday.” Alena’s eyes were focused on Cruz who was cuddled into her arms.

“That’s not the point Lenny.” Angel hated how kind she was, it was the reason she was stuck in California in the first place. She was going to Europe, Paris specifically, to become a curator for the Louvre, an opportunity that came once in a lifetime, but she stayed in Santo Padre, and was doing scut work. It upset Angel, but she wouldn’t leave, because if she did, Angel wouldn’t be able to have Cruz and she didn’t want that. It was Angel’s chance to be a father, to have a family.

“How was last night?” Alena knew how difficult it was for Cruz to sleep when he knew she was coming home.

“Awful.” Alena noticed the dark bags under Angel’s eyes. “He wouldn’t stop calling for you. And I tried calling you but your phone was off.”

“Sorry, I forgot to charge it and I just,” she kissed the top of Cruz’s head as she felt his breathing even out indicating he was asleep. “I’m really sorry Angel.”

“Stop apologizing, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Angel moved so he was sitting right beside her. “I’m going to have to either buy you another phone or those power banks.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You have to start saying no querida, you’re not getting paid enough to handle everyone’s load.”

“I just want to help.” Alena laid down with Cruz in her arms. 

Angel followed suit, resting his hand behind his head. Even though they didn’t start off tangled in one another, eventually when he woke up, he knew Alena would be wrapped around him with Cruz in between them. They had a weird dynamic, Angel could recognize that, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“Baby, just say no next time. It was their work to do, not yours.” Angel turned and wrapped an arm around Alena and Cruz. “We’ll just take a nap then we can head over to Pops, family dinner.”

“Isn’t family dinner usually tomorrow?” 

“Two nights of family dinner, didn’t want to argue with the old man.” 

Alena laughed. “Okay, we got to stop by the pharmacy, Cruz needs a refill on his inhaler.”

“I already got it.” Angel closed his eyes. “Go to sleep, I know you’re tired, sleep in for once.”

Alena closed her eyes, kissing Cruz on the forehead one last time before her world went dark. 

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Later on that night, Alena was relaxing on the recliner at Felipe’s as Angel and Felipe grilled outside. She knew their relationship had been tense, however she knew they were trying to work it out. With EZ out of jail, she knew the dynamic would change. Angel always felt second best to EZ, but not to her. 

He was number one and he knew that. 

“Mama, do you have my crayons?” Cruz came up beside her, EZ following behind.

“Yes bubba, they’re in your bag remember? We packed it together.” She ruffled his hair, kissing his cheek.

“Oh yeah! I’ll go get it tio!” Cruz ran to Angel’s old bedroom where you had dropped off his things. 

EZ looked down at Alena and smiled. “Nice to see you relaxing for once.”

“Your father and brother won’t let me do anything.”

“Well you do everything for everyone else, hard not to spoil you.” EZ was still in awe that Alena took the mantle of mother for Cruz. He was always close to Alena and remained close to her while he was in jail. Besides Carla, she was the only woman in his life that he didn’t push away like he did Emily. He felt terrible for doing so, but he didn’t want to make her wait. When his father informed him that Valeria left Angel after informing him she was pregnant and that she was giving the child up for adoption, it broke EZ’s heart for his brother. He knew for a fact that Angel would be a great father. From what Felipe reported to him, Valeria was a grade A bitch. But then Felipe told him that Alena adopted Cruz to help Angel and that she was going to be Cruz’s mom.

EZ would say he was surprised, but he wasn’t. Alena had always placed Angel on some pedestal after he saved her all those years ago. He understood why she did, but he just didn’t think her gratitude would be this great. When he got out of prison and saw their dynamic, he was in awe. Cruz may like Alena a little more than Angel and it was slightly laughable. Not in a malicious way, but Alena wasn’t his biological parent, but he was so attached to her.

“Is Carla coming?”

“No, she’s working a late shift at the hospital.” EZ wished Carla was here, but he knew how short staffed it was and she had a four day break after this stretch of days. 

“Mommy, do you want to draw with me and tio?” Cruz cake running back, his bag in his hands. 

“Mommy is resting little man, we talked about this.” Angel answered for her. She looked up and found Angel walking in from the kitchen, trying to shoo Cruz and EZ away.

“No! I haven’t seen mommy and I want to play with mommy.” 

“Cruz,” Angel sternly called out his name. “Do you want mommy to get sick?”

Cruz looked up at Alena, a pout on his cute face, and shook his head. “No daddy.” Alena got sick easily and Angel tried to make sure she didn’t over exert herself. She tried to give her all to Cruz, but he knew how exhausted she was even though she didn’t complain.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. It’s just coloring Angel.” She hated seeing Cruz pout. 

“EZ take Cruz.” Angel waited till they were outside before he crouched down beside Alena. “Listen I get it, you want to do everything with Cruz and you suck at saying no, but you can’t let Cruz have everything. I’m tired of being the bad cop.” He teased her.

Alena laughed. “I play the bad cop during bed time especially when you want him to stay up with you. We take equal amounts of sternness.” And they did. They were a team and sometimes, Cruz needed a stern answer from both of them. They tried to assure Cruz’s happiness, but they didn’t want him to not have boundaries or manners when it came to certain things. Bedtime was bedtime. Playtime was playtime.

“You okay? You want something to drink?” Angel asked as he stood up. 

“No, I’m okay. Can I bake the brownies now?”

“Nope, keep that cute ass of yours on that seat.” He winked at her. “I’ll bake the brownies.”

“No, Angel you literally don’t know how to bake.” Alena countered.

“It’s just following instructions.”

“My exact point.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny.” Angel chuckled. “It’ll be fine mi dulce.”

“Hey, wait, did you submit the application for Cruz’s school?” Alena called out since Angel went inside the kitchen.

“Lenny, would you stop? I got it, remember? You literally told everyone at the club to make sure I didn’t forget the deadline.” Angel found it annoying, but Alena knew him best. Every fucking turn he made, he had one of his brothers reminding him to submit Cruz’s application. Then his pops would text him. Then EZ would bug him, it was hard to miss the deadline. At the same time, he chuckled at the thought because no one knew him like Alena did. 

“Okay, I just, maybe we shouldn’t start school. Cruz is five, maybe it’s better for him to stay home for now.” Alena bit her bottom lip, unsure if she truly wanted to enroll Cruz to school.

Angel chuckled, helping Alena up so he could sit on the armchair. He pulled her to him, letting her sit on his lap sideways. “We talked about this, it’s gonna be hard, but Cruz needs to go to school. It’ll make it so much easier for us when it comes to childcare and he can meet kids his age.” He thought how insane it was that Alena was so involved in Cruz’s life but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Cruz was Alena’s son, even though he hears how the people around town slightly mocked Alena for her choices, there were more people who supported her. He always referred to her as his partner because in all intents and purposes, she was his partner. 

“You’re right.” She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I just, what if he gets bullied? Or he doesn’t have friends?”

“Have you met our kid? He’s too cool to not have any friends.” Angel scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, he’s going to be fine.”

“Okay, but if he comes home crying even once, heads are rolling.”

“Okay mama bear, calm down.” Angel kissed the top of her head, laughing against her head.

Felipe called the two to come out, finding Alena sleeping in Angel’s arms. He gestured for Angel to come out, which he did after waking Alena. Once Alena was awake, they both made their way outside with Cruz already seated, Angel and Alena sitting on either side of him. EZ and Felipe sat across from them. 

EZ always found it fascinating when they all ate together. If there were carrots, Angel would put the carrots in the salad on Alena’s plate, not liking carrots since he was a kid. But Cruz would then put his little carrots on Angel’s plate, thinking they were just exchanging carrots. 

“Cruz, that’s for you.” Angel placed the carrots back on his plate.

“You put your carrots on mama’s plate.”

Angel looked over at EZ and Felipe who both had an amused smile on their faces. Angel grumbled as he took some carrots back. Alena laughed at the two, shaking her head. Her boys were too much at times. 

“Alena,” Alena looked over at Felipe. “Your mother came by the other day, she said you haven’t seen her. Are you avoiding her?”

She smiled sheepishly, letting out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, she just,” she looked over at Angel who was waiting for her to answer as well. He had gotten a few teasing text messages from Michelle, questioning as to why her daughter hasn’t come to see her the last four months. “My mom has been trying to set me up on dates with her friends' sons and I just don’t want to deal with it is all.”

Angel almost choked on the carne asada he had shoved in his mouth while EZ smirked. Felipe tried to hide a smirk, his eldest obviously bothered by the possibilities.

“And has she found a rightful match for you?” EZ loved watching Angel squirm. He missed this. He never thought he would miss his obnoxious older brother and Alena, he missed her too. He missed their academic competitions and how much she pushed him. He missed cooking with her on Friday nights, the Korean cuisines she would make were amazing. But mostly, he missed just being around both of them. He wasn’t exactly incredibly shocked that Alena stepped up to the plate. Her and Angel always had a connection, ever since she was eleven years old. The younger sister they never had, well, for EZ at least she was. With Angel, the lines blurred so long ago. “I’m sure your mother at least has fifteen candidates for you.”

“Cielo, don’t leave us hanging, how many candidates does she have?” Angel’s smile was tight, which made EZ even more amused to tease his brother. 

Angel only called her cielo, sky in Spanish, whenever he was trying to tease her or when he wanted something from her. Sunshine was reserved for when he was secretly annoyed with her, which she deciphered over the years. Lenny when he was frustrated and Alena for everyday things. She liked it when he gave her a Spanish nickname cause he just sounds so good speaking Spanish. 

“Um,” Alena opened her mouth to reply when Cruz got her attention.

“Mr. Vic is calling you.” Cruz held her phone up, which he had in his hands.

Angel raised an eyebrow at his son’s words and Alena excused herself.

“Who’s Mr. Vic?” Angel asked Cruz.

Cruz looked up at his father. “Mama’s best friend. He takes care of me whenever mama has to go to work.”

Angel looked at EZ and his father, who shared the same look as him.

“Is he nice?”

Cruz nodded his head, shoving a carrot in his mouth. “He makes mama laugh.”

Angel had never heard of Vic before. Tonight was a night of revelations.

And he was not liking it one bit.

Alena sat back down, apologizing for taking the phone call.

“Who was that?” Angel questioned.

“Just a friend, he takes care of Cruz. Remember, I told you about him, Victor. He was just checking if we were still going to this museum next Saturday with Cruz.” Alena was certain she mentioned Victor to Angel before, but with so much going on, he most likely forgot. 

“The museum?” Angel knew that Alena absolutely loved art, just like him. It’s what made them bond as strongly as they did. They would borrow one another’s materials, paint together. The third bedroom at their house was an art studio because she wasn’t sleeping in that room alone, it would be confusing for Cruz. But he did remember her mentioning Victor. He wasn’t even sure why he would think Alena would bring anyone around their child without checking with him.

“Yes museum, we’ve been planning for a while. You have a run to Vegas then right?” Alena wasn’t sure why she was nervous or she felt that she had to ask permission. It was mostly for Cruz since in all technicality, he was Angel’s son. She was like a glorified babysitter. Well, she was more than that, but at times she couldn’t help and feel that. People would always ask her who’s cute kid Cruz was whenever she was in San Diego and in Santo Padre, people would always come up to her saying how they admired her for stepping up to the plate. And of course there were the ones who gave her the oddest look, like she committed a crime by helping Angel. 

It was hard to push those looks aside at times because there were so many times she wished Cruz was truly hers. But she didn’t want to dwell on that.

“I do, I just thought we would spend the day together before I left.” Angel knew he was being a dick, but he did intend on doing that.

“Oh, we can do that, not a problem.” Alena enthusiastically agreed. “I can reschedule for Sunday.” She quickly shot Victor a text before continuing to eat.

EZ looked at the victorious smile on Angel’s face. He chuckled at his brother’s reaction, shaking his head. “So how many has your mother found for you?”

“Ten.” She murmured.

“What was that?” Angel asked. He heard, but he wanted to make sure he heard correctly. 

“Mommy said ten.” Cruz answered.

Felipe and EZ laughed while Angel rolled his eyes.

“And how have you been keeping your mother at bay?” Felipe knew how pushy Michelle could be, especially with Alena since she was too kind for her own good.

“She’s been ignoring her.” EZ cackled. “Alena, your mother is going to ambush you soon.”

“No actually,” Alena looked over at Angel. “I told her I was dating someone, which I’m not. But it’s keeping her at bay. I’m almost sure she set up a dating profile for me.”

EZ laughed harder. This situation was too funny. He loved Alena’s mother. She was tough as nails, but was also the sweetest woman he’s met.

“Why doesn’t she busy herself with your brother?” Angel wiped Cruz’s cheek. 

“My brother is, well, he’s been with Mina for years. I’m technically the only one without a commitment.” Alena knew her mother meant well, but she didn’t exactly have time for dates with Cruz and Angel taking up her time. 

“You do, it’s me and Cruz.” Angel stood up. “Anyone want a drink?” Felipe raised his beer indicating he wanted another while Alena just requested for water.

“I’ll come with.” EZ stood up, following his brother in the kitchen.

The two brothers entered the kitchen, Angel grabbing a beer for himself and his father.

“Hey, if you’re not happy with Alena being set up, why not just ask her out?” EZ grabbed a beer as well.

“Ask her out? For what?” Angel gave his brother a questioning look, making his way back out, but EZ stopped him.

EZ made a face, chuckling at his brother. “Oh, we’re still in denial. Haven’t you been in denial for like seven years?”

“Drop it Ezekiel.”

“Look, I know you don’t think you’re worthy of her, but you are. Alena is playing mommy to your son, no questions asked or expecting anything in return. You’ve protected her since she was fifteen years old, kept men away from her and kept her safe. Don’t let the voices get to you Angel, you obviously like her.”

“Well, you’re wrong, I don’t.” Angel pushed pass EZ, halting his movement when his eyes landed on Alena. 

She gave them a small smile, and moved past Angel. “Sorry, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Did you,” Angel wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t mean for Alena to hear any of that. “Did you hear any of that?”

“Any of what?” She gave him a questioning look. “You two are so weird.” She laughed, making her way to the bathroom.

But she did hear. She always knew Angel wasn’t interested in her but hearing it was definitely much more hurtful. It was okay, she knew her role in this whole situation and she was fine with that.

Anything for Cruz.

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Alena finished her skin routine, putting on her glasses as she walked out of the bathroom. Angel was already on the bed, Netflix ready to go. Cruz was knocked out in his room after a fun night with abuelito and tio.

She slipped in on her side of the bed, keeping her distance from Angel. The lines blurred between them time to time since Angel was very affectionate. He loved cuddling, but after what she heard, to protect her own heart, she wanted to keep a distance between them.

Angel knew Alena heard him. After she returned from the bathroom, he could tell that she was distancing herself. Her attention was solely focused on Cruz and rarely acknowledged him unless he specifically called her name. He hated it when she closed him off but would still smile at him and be very polite. He wanted her to lose it one time, but at the same time he didn’t.

They always said it was the quiet ones.

“Hey, about earlier,” Angel scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to start.

“You don’t have to explain anything.” Alena cut him off before he could speak further. “It’s fine, we’re a good team Angel, we’re both here for Cruz.”

“It’s more than that, you’re one of the most important people to me.” And it was true, she was. He’s known her for quite some time and it was hard not to be overprotective over her. Alena always wanted to help everyone with no questions asked. She was a genuinely kind person and people walked all over her often. He tried not to, and he was successful most of the time, but sometimes, she pushed him to let her do things for him and he just didn’t want to argue with her.

She wouldn't even look his way and it upset him.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” She placed her hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. “I don’t expect for you to have feelings for me and we’re friends. Things can get blurry at times because of the dynamic we have. You don’t have to explain anything, we’re good.”

“Alena, don’t brush this off. It’s not that I can’t have feelings for you, our situation is just complicated.” Alena was a beautiful girl, he just, he doesn’t even know what he wanted.

“Angel, don’t worry about it, we’re good.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

Angel didn’t want to push her, so he let it go and just returned her smile. “What are we watching?”

“Lucifer?”

Angel put Lucifer on, Alena situating herself against the headboard. Looking over at her, he knew their situation was highly ideal, and complicated as fuck, but he wouldn’t trade it in the world.

But things were bound to change, they always were.