#seeing her so small and so afraid and lying in a hospital bed and the only thing she can think about isn't her own condition but rather

[tevos]

imagine the woman you're dating letting slip the L word by accident and you're just not there enough, not yet ready, to say it back but you promise her you will be (it won't take that long) and you beg her to be patient with you and you kiss her and you go to bed sleeping beside her and you think everything is okay, and the next morning you leave her at breakfast with secret plans in mind to spoil her for her birthday, but the next time you hear from her she tells you she's leaving the country right now immediately and don't contact her she'll call you tomorrow. like. fuck 🥹

[jazzyoranges]

Pinky Promise - drabble

Tara Carpenter x gn!reader

Summary: cuddly Tara strikes again

Words: 0.9k

A/n: very much inspired by this fic, please go read it i beg you

This was your worst fucking nightmare. Well, something close to this.

You’d expect maybe Anika or Mindy to set you up for failure, but your own mother? You were her kin, for christ’s sake!

Not to mention the woman knew what she was doing. Once she pulled the “Oh, it seems there isn’t enough beds for all your friends! My, I must’ve counted wrong!” You knew it was over from the start.

Mindy and Anika shared a bed, Chad and Ethan shared an air bed, leaving Tara to sleep on the couch. Which, you offered Tara to sleep in your room while you slept on the couch, but god did she make it fucking hard. The brunette insisted you sleep on your bed since you were the one driving most of the time during the road trip, but unfortunately your urge for hospitality rivaled her

You argued Tara looked far sleepier, and you thought it was settled when she didn’t respond

You were pretty fucking wrong.

When the time came and you eventually left your bathroom to go to the living room, you don’t expect to see a Tara in a band tee that was about two sizes too big on her, Hello Kitty shorts that barely poked out of her large shirt, and a bunny stuffed animal you gave her not too long ago

She grabbed your hand before you knew what was happening, and pulled you into your room. Half of the reason why you didn’t want to sleep in there was because of how you could distinctly tell your teenage self wore too much eye makeup and chains. The thought makes you cringe, and Tara only laughed at your expression

“Let’s go to bed, please?” You should’ve fucking said no. But how were you supposed to? Tara was looking up at you with her big brown eyes, a shirt that was probably yours, and a sad expression. You couldn’t have said no if you tried.

So here you were, looking at the ceiling in a small bed with Tara’s back touching your arm. A blanket covered her entire body while it only covered your midsection with your hands fidgeting on top of it

You feel the younger Carpenter shiver due to your close proximity, and you realize it’s actually cold in the house. Well, you were awake and you did live here, so it was probably your responsibility to make sure everyone was comfortable. If Tara was cold, everyone else probably was too

It takes a little maneuvering to get up with as little squeaks as possible, but you’re eventually successful. You think so, until you feel something around your wrist

“Don’t sleep on the couch…” You hear Tara mumble half asleep

“You were shivering, I’m changing the temperature” You whisper back, leaning towards her as she huffs

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

Your forehead wrinkles as you think, but you eventually have an idea

“I pinky promise” You stick out the small digit of your hand, and Tara eventually meets you halfway. When she lets go you assume she approves of your leave

The journey to the thermostat isn’t a very long one and you’re back in about a minute, the only challenge being not running up the stairs because you’re afraid of the dark

Tara acts like you’ve been away for years when you come back. Once you’re in arm distance, she pulls you down very quickly

“S’not enough, still cold” Tara mumbles into your chest as she crawls on top of you like it’s nobody’s business. Her arms trap you on both sides after she pulls the blanket over you both. You can tell she’s warm when she sighs and makes sure you know how comfortable you are

“You’re like a teddy bear… my teddy bear” You don’t know how to respond, but Tara obviously does

“I can’t believe you got up for nothing”

“The others might’ve been cold, you know”

“The others can fuck off” Tara yelps when you pinch her nose

“Don’t be mean”

“Mmm… whatever” The brunette sighs again, who’s now in a position with you that resembles a cheetah and their support dog

Now this was your worst fucking nightmare.

Tara, god bless bless her, was a light sleeper. If you moved an inch she’d feel it but now that she was on top of you, you were really fucked

“You’re tense”

“Go to sleep” You whisper

“Pillows are supposed to be soft, not hard” She whispers back, looking directly into your eyes

“Last time I checked, people aren’t supposed to be pillows” Tara snickers at your dumb joke and you resist the urge to poke at her dimples

“Now you’ve got me all awake”

“Be so for real, you’d fall asleep instantly if I stopped talking to you”

“Yeah, you’re right. I would” The brunette rubs her cheek against your shirt, almost like she’s trying to burrow into your chest. A few moments pass, and you’re finally feeling the effects of driving for most of the day. You can feel your body relax more every second

“I love you” Tara whispers so quietly you don’t know if you’re hearing her correctly. You fall asleep before you figure it out

[rose24207]

Dad!lado scared to hold his first baby because she’s so tiny

Tiny

Summary: Lando overcomes his fear of holding his tiny newborn daughter, discovering an overwhelming love and sense of responsibility that changes him forever.

Genre: Dad!Lando, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: another one done :) English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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The hospital room was quiet except for the gentle hum of machines and the occasional shuffle of nurses passing by. The air felt thick with anticipation and exhaustion, the kind that settles after hours of labor.

You were lying back against the pillows, your face glowing despite the weariness etched into your features. In your arms was the tiniest human Lando Norris had ever seen.

His daughter.

Lando stood a few steps away, his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his hoodie, rocking back and forth on his heels like he couldn’t figure out whether to step closer or retreat.

His eyes hadn’t left the baby since the nurse had swaddled her and handed her to you. The sight of her, all pink cheeks and downy hair, had knocked the wind out of him. She looked impossibly fragile, like a breath of wind might blow her away.

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Lando’s head jerked up, his wide eyes meeting yours. “What?” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Oh, uh, I don’t—I mean, I do, but—she’s so tiny. What if I...”

You smiled gently, your exhaustion melting into warmth. “You won’t hurt her, Lando. I promise.”

But he didn’t move.

His gaze flicked back to the baby, her tiny chest rising and falling with each soft breath. She was so new, so delicate. How could anyone expect him to hold her when he couldn’t even wrap his mind around the fact that she existed?

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “What if I drop her? Or hold her wrong? I don’t want to hurt her.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his tone. Lando was always so confident—on the track, in front of the cameras, even when life threw curveballs his way. But here, faced with this tiny, perfect person who depended entirely on him, he was terrified.

“She’s your daughter,” you said softly. “She already knows you, Lando. She’s been hearing your voice for months. And I know she’ll feel safe with you.”

Lando hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides.

He wanted to.

God, he wanted to.

But the fear of doing something wrong kept him rooted in place.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes and decided to meet him halfway. “Come here,” you whispered, shifting slightly to make room for him on the edge of the bed. “Sit with me.”

Lando moved cautiously, like he was afraid even his footsteps might disturb the baby. He perched on the edge of the bed, his hands still buried in his pockets.

You gently reached out and took one of his hands, guiding it toward the baby.

“See?” you said as his fingers brushed against her tiny hand. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

As if on cue, the baby stirred, her impossibly small fingers curling instinctively around Lando’s. His breath hitched, and he froze, staring at the connection like it was something out of a dream.

“She’s holding me,” he whispered, his voice thick with wonder.

“She knows her dad,” you said, smiling through tears.

Lando swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. He let his other hand come up, cradling the baby’s head as you carefully transferred her into his arms. His movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, but eventually, he was holding her.

And just like that, the world seemed to stop.

She was so small, her entire body fitting easily into the curve of his arms. Her face was scrunched up, her lips slightly parted as she let out a tiny sigh. Lando stared at her like she held the secrets of the universe, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“She’s... perfect,” he said, his voice trembling.

“She is,” you agreed, resting your head against his shoulder.

Lando’s heart felt like it might burst. He’d experienced incredible moments before—winning races, standing on podiums, hearing crowds chant his name—but none of it compared to this. None of it came close to the weight of his daughter in his arms, the realization that she was his to protect, to love, to cherish.

“I can feel her heartbeat,” he murmured, awestruck. “It’s so fast. Is that normal?”

You chuckled softly. “It’s normal. Babies’ hearts beat faster than ours.”

He nodded, though he barely registered your response. He was too busy memorizing every detail of her face—the curve of her tiny nose, the way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks, the faint tufts of hair on her head.

“What if I mess this up?” he asked after a long silence. His voice cracked on the last word, and you could hear the raw emotion behind it.

“You won’t,” you said firmly. “You already love her so much. That’s what matters.”

Lando blinked rapidly, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He didn’t bother wiping it away. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared,” he admitted. “Or this happy. It’s like my chest can’t hold it all.”

You reached up, cupping his cheek and turning his face toward you. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Lando. She’s lucky to have you.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closing as he let the weight of your words settle over him. For the first time since entering the hospital, he felt a small sense of calm. The fear was still there, but it was tempered by something stronger—love.

The baby let out a tiny whimper, and Lando instinctively rocked her, his movements gentle and unsure. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “Daddy’s got you.”

And in that moment, he realized it was true. He did have her. She might be tiny, and the responsibility might feel overwhelming, but she was his. And he would do everything in his power to make sure she was safe, happy, and loved.

You watched the two of them, your heart swelling with love for the man who had stepped so beautifully into this new role.

Lando might have been scared, but as you looked at him cradling your daughter, you knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Lando never forgot that moment—the first time he held his daughter, the overwhelming mix of fear and love that consumed him. And as the years passed, as she grew from a tiny baby into a curious toddler and beyond, he carried that feeling with him: the knowledge that no matter what, she had him—and he had her.

Thank you for reading!

[uzurakis]

as a fellow nagumo lover, how about i request nagumo saving reader (who’s also an assassin) while she’s badly injured and teasing her as she recovers 🙃

your eyes flutter awake, and you're greeted by the sight of yoichi nagumo lounging in a chair by your bed, his feet propped up on the edge. those dark eyes light up the moment he sees you stir.

"well, look who's decided to join the land of the living~!" he exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. awhile ago, you slowly regain consciousness, the beeping of the hospital machines faintly registering in your ears. the body of yours feels heavy and sore, memories of the mission flooding back; remembering the ambush, the fight, and then the pain. but most of all, you remember nagumo’s face, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he saved you. and you don’t see that often, never, actually.

you try to speak, but your throat is dry, and all that comes out is a croak. nagumo jumps up, leaning over you with an exaggeratedly concerned expression.

"oh no! have you forgotten how to talk? i guess i'll just have to handle all the conversation from now on," he says, feigning a dramatic sigh.

you roll your eyes, managing to croak out, "water."

he grabs a cup of water from the table, but instead of handing it to you, he holds it just out of your reach. "first, you have to answer a riddle. what has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?"

"nagumo, seriously?" you rasp, your annoyance mingled with a slight, very tiny hint of amusement. man, i just woke up, you say in your head.

he only chuckles and finally gives you the water. "fine, i'll let you off this time. but only because you look like you’ve been through a meat grinder."

the cool liquid soothing your parched throat as you take a grateful sip. "thanks.. for the rescue," you manage to say.

nagumo waves his hand dismissively. "oh, don't mention it. just another day in the life of your favorite assassin."

don't mention it, he says with a casual wave of his hand, his trademark grin firmly in place. but beneath that easygoing facade, he's a whirlwind of emotions. the memory of finding you bleeding and unresponsive still haunts him, a gnawing fear that he might lose you forever. he can still feel the cold dread that settles in his stomach when you don't respond to his frantic calls, the way his heart pounds in his chest as he carries you to safety. every step is a desperate prayer that you'll hold on, that you'll survive. seeing you lying so still, so vulnerable, shakes him to his core. regardless of his lighthearted demeanour, he can't shake the residual anxiety of nearly losing you, the concern that one day his abilities may be worthless to keep you safe.

"favorite, huh?" you tease, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the pain.

"absolutely," he says, winking. "and you know, you gave us quite a scare. i mean, i had to carry you all the way back here. do you have any idea how heavy you are?"

you glare at him playfully. "maybe if you weren't so scrawny, it wouldn't have been a problem."

the guy laughs, the sound infectious. "touché. but really, you had us all worried. even sakamoto looked like he might actually break a sweat."

"i'm sorry," you say softly, feeling a pang of guilt for the trouble you caused. “i really thought it could handle them by myself. sorry..”

nagumo's expression softens for a moment, his usual levity giving way to genuine concern. "hey, don't apologize. i've got your back, and you've got mine. besides, it’s not like i’d let anything happen to my favorite partner, riiight? why are you looking at me like that?”

before you can respond, he suddenly leans in close, a mischievous glint in black pupils. "oh, by the way, did i tell you? i told the nurses you’re afraid of needles. so they might have a surprise for you when they come to change your IV."

your eyes widen in horror, and he bursts out laughing at your reaction. "relax, i’m kidding. or am i? guess you’ll find out soon enough."

"you rascal," you mutter, shaking your head.

"you owe me a box of pocky sticks," he says with a grin, leaning back in his chair.

despite the pain and exhaustion, you can’t help but smile. "i guess i do."

he reaches over and gently squeezes your hand. "get some rest. i’ll be here when you wake up. and who knows, maybe i’ll have another riddle for you."

"great," you say sarcastically, if it’s not for your injuries, maybe you’ve already thrown a pillow at his face. though, you know you can always count on him to be there for you, pranks and all.

@uzurakis

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The nurse and the nerd

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

warning : +18, handjob, kissing, implied drug use (medications), mentioning of wounds, no use of Y/n, minor degradation

Summary : After Ghostface had struck Jill dead in the hospital again by the heroine Sidney. But Charlie Walker, the second killer, has survived and is now in an asylum where he has a special relationship with a certain nurse…with even more special treatments

Info : Yeah back with Charlie I missed writting for the film nerd and thought hey what if...so yeah have fun reading and hope you like it ;)

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It was another massacre that struck the small town. Another night of murders that made everyone afraid, another night when the nightmare vans had to drive to a certain house. A night in which Ghostface was caught because he wasn't stabbed too hard. A fact that his accomplice would not live to see because she died at the legendary hands of Sidney, or so the news said.

Either way, it was the talk of the nightmares that were also running in the nurses' room of the prison…for weeks nothing else seemed to have taken hold of the boring little town, not that she was complaining but it was becoming such a hustle and bustle that it was almost too much.

,,It's a murder I mean murders and it's almost like the presidential election who's where and what" she said and heard the smirk of her superior who had been here for a while and had already noticed the Ghostface's first act. ,,Well, nothing else happens in Woodsboro and so we have a little celebrity here," she said, pointing to the room at the end of the corridor with the special patient.

He alone had already cost the Asylum a few break-out attempts and, above all, appointments with the press. She herself could hardly cope with the reporters' floodlights when she had to stand next to him.

That smile on his lips, confident and above all on her face…yes, she had read the interviews and he had almost gone a little too far. But she knew that the further she stood around, the longer it would take them to get home.

With a sigh, she took the silver tray on which the medication and bandages were lying before she said goodbye to her colleague with a ,,You can do it, ask for an autograph!", which was returned with a shake of the head before she left the nurses' room and went to her little darling. Knocking on the door and looking round one last time, she heard the almost cheerful ,,Come in" before she went into the room with the sign with Charlie Walker's name on it.

As always, she found him lying on the bed even though she was sure he was walking around, she had seen him walking around often enough, seen him doing other activities…special activities.

Yet he looked so innocent, not like a murderer, like a simple nerd. The long brown curly hair gently combed by him under her watch, the blue eyes that were still on her had never left her. The loose clothes, the white shirt that looked too big and the sweatpants that matched the grey socks.

,,You're back, my angel," he said, leaning forward slightly and making a pained face as if he was going to be stabbed again. But she shrugged it off with a roll of her eyes and put the tray on the white bedside table as she sat her down by his bed. ,,Oh, our little star is in need of help," she murmured, taking the newspaper from his lap and seeing that he had opened the interview.

His face, contorted with pain, showed a slight shame as she began to read through the interview. ,,Especially my personal nurse who takes such good care of me and looks after me, I really appreciate her," she read his last sentence and couldn't help but laugh reproachfully at his flattery and lies.

Rising from the bed, she set the paper down on the bedside table before grabbing the bandages and pulling his shirt off his torso without waiting. ,,Don't be so hasty, darling," Charlie began, but was interrupted when she pressed on the not yet fully healed cut and made him open up.

,,You appreciate me Charlie? I know you do but if this is how it's going to be I'm going to be transferred…it has to stay a secret understand?" she asked ignoring his pleading look to touch him more gently as she pressed a little harder on the wound and the gasp turned into a pained moan.

,,Yes-yes, of course, I'm just grateful," he said hastily and relaxed when she took the pressure off him and continued with her work. Her hands ran gently over his skin, cool, slightly rough hands from working with people. Rough hands like his hands that had once held a knife. Hands that now walked slowly to her, holding onto her like a helpless victim.

Yet they both knew that he was not a victim, he was the perpetrator who was now helplessly injured in the asylum and under her mercy. She ignored his hands and began to tend to his wound actually carefully and somehow lovingly at the end of the day she was not only paid for it maybe she liked it, maybe it was a mutual attraction.

His need for her and her care that was almost taken up by the younger one. Fortunately, the stitches were not fatal, he was given pills for the pain, to sleep and when he was exercising, but otherwise he was fine.

So well that she knew where this meeting would go again when she saw his gaze avoid hers once more, her gentle touch something he did not deserve. Kirby had only ever played with him, the stupid bitch had to die for it, it was that simple, but she was his pretty nurse, she was good to him.

Didn't see him as a loose cannon and looked after him almost like a mother, while she was just the right amount of strict. ,,What are you daydreaming about Charlie?" she mumbled to him, seeing him flinch as if she had caught him doing something when he tried to sit up slightly, but her hand came to rest on his middle. She wasn't stupid, of course, she had seen him look at her in shock, almost holding his breath, a wince going through his hips and legs several times.

He was a little sucker for pain, even if he didn't want to admit it. ,,Nothing…I really don't…only your care is so good," he stammered, his blue eyes darting around and repeatedly lingering on the bust of her body pressed against the white fabric of her uniform.

The white trousers that framed her behind and his gaze always rested on them when she turned round, her hips framed by the white shirt on which he would so like to lay his hands.

He had fallen for the angel in the white dress, his sweet nurse who treated him so well. He barely noticed how his cock began to show through his jogging bottoms as her fingers slowly closed around his hardness and she leaned towards him.

Her smell surrounded him as he moved his hips with a whimper, trying to get more friction as she held him out. ,,I'm good so good for you, aren't I?" she asked, whispering the words to him as he nodded his head into the pillow, begging her to kiss him.

Briefly sloppy and rewarding as she began to stroke his cock. Sensing how needy he was even though they had done this several times, he never seemed to get enough of her.

She knew that anyone could come into the room but where would the fun be if they didn't? ,,You know you deserve it all, don't you? The pain, the stalling…a naive virgin," she chided as she ran her other hand over his body, squeezing the wound lightly again, his groan louder than before as he thrust against her, trying to get more of that feeling.

,,Y-yes I deserve…it all ma'm all" he mumbled chuckling his head moving back and forth into the pillow praying her words and amusement made his cheeks redden.

He continued to cling to her with his hands, his pleading and begging more interrupted only now and then by her kisses that stifled his whimpering pathetic noises.

His moans and whimpers filled the room with shameless noises, the almost wet squeaking coming from his cock, the precum running out of the tip in single drops every time she ran her thumb over the sensitive tip, squeezing it slightly and making it twitch again.

The space when they were together seemed to get smaller just the two of them. An unfortunate murderer rubbing against her like a writhing worm not a picture of a poor murderer being deceived.

He was the scum of society, a thought that had often crossed his mind as often as he served, his pretty blue eyes releasing those tears.

Kissing away his tears, taking away his pain from her before she got tired of his pleading. ,,I'll let you come if you don't open your sweet little mouth like that in public," she demanded, watching his foggy mind try to make sense of her words. His puffy lips red from the kisses and his biting on them to stifle the embarrassed noises.

,,Yes-yes-yes please…I'll be quiet…I promise," he mumbled, barely able to contain himself as his partner watched this for a few more moments before she let him come, picking up the pace one last time and pressing her other hand to his mouth. Stifling a loud moan, he felt the last twitching movements go through his body as his body stilled and she took her hands off him.

Watching him close his eyes, his chest rose and fell and he relaxed as she cleared her throat, ,,Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, holding out the cum-stained liquid on her hand. He might be cute, amorous and sweetly pathetic but in the end he was a murderer, a patient under her over whom she had power.

Like a good eared boy, he wouldn't get out of here without her and as he looked at her with a pleasurable, perversely flashing look before licking her hand.

Her praise for him was pleasure she knew that if she continued this game he would not only be hard again but he would also beg to kneel in front of her, leaning between her thighs. ,,If only the press knew what kind of murderer you are," she said as she gathered her things and saw how the words must have struck the right chords in his head.

He probably swallowed hard as he imagined her giving interviews on camera while he knelt before her. He was getting love and part of a film epic.

She fixed the things on the silver tray before giving him one last kiss on the forehead, knowing that when the door closed behind her, those ominous noises would come from his cell again until she started her next shift…her next shift to take care of her good boy and not a murderer.

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@icarus-star , @roryculkinsgf , @angelsanarchy , @ria-coolgirl , @sl4sh3rfuck3r , @eddie-munsons-mommy

[erikahenningsen]

Since you asked… #20 for rejanis bc I like pain

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Janis really thought she wanted Regina dead. She had wished every day since sixth grade that she had never met Regina—and since she hadn't yet figured out time travel, Regina being dead was the next best thing.

Then a bus barreled into Regina in front of half their class and Janis suddenly realized that she did not want Regina to die.

The guidance counselor doesn't have any pamphlets covering what to do when someone nearly gets killed and it's technically not your fault, but it's also not not your fault, and all the conflicting emotions raging inside your body make you feel constantly like you're going to throw up.

Janis hears from Damian who heard from Karen who heard from Shane that Regina had emergency surgery but is stable and sedated.

Mrs. George also keeps all of her 3,239 TikTok followers updated on every detail of Regina's medical care, which feels illegal but Janis supposes probably isn't.

Two days after the bus, Janis screws up the courage to visit Regina in the hospital. She runs into Mrs. George, who is on her way to get coffee, in the hallway. Mrs. George hugs her and kisses her on the cheek without acknowledging the fact that they haven't seen each other in four years. Janis is thankful for that.

Regina looks so small and fragile lying sedated and unconscious in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines and wires and tubes, and Janis immediately feels her throat closing.

"Uh, hey," Janis croaks, sitting in the chair at Regina's bedside. It's still warm, so Janis assumes it's where Mrs. George had been sitting. "It's me. Janis."

Carefully, Janis touches Regina's hand, just to remind herself that Regina is not dead. Her skin is cold and dry, some of her nails a broken mess, others still carefully painted and filed. For some reason, that is what makes Janis start to cry.

"I'm sorry, Regina," Janis whispers. "If you die, I..." She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. She can't go down that path. "I need you to wake up because I can't do this without you. Our story isn't done yet, okay? We're just in the shitty part in the last third of the book where everything is fucked up."

Regina makes a kind of gasping noise, her eyelashes fluttering, and Janis nearly falls out of her chair. A minute passes, then two, but Regina doesn't wake up, and Janis's heart rate returns to normal.

"You have to pull through so everyone can apologize to each other and—" Kiss, her brain supplies unhelpfully. "You are going to wake up, Regina," Janis says instead. "Okay?"

Her only reply is the steady beep of the machines, the rasping of the ventilator.

"Okay," Janis answers for herself. "I'll see you soon."

She's afraid to move Regina's hand or lean over her, so Janis just presses a kiss to her own fingers and touches them to Regina's hand.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

could i request a morgan x daugter (5) who falls and breaks her leg and stuggles really bad with speaking her needs to her dad because she feels bad he has to help her🤍

Derek Morgan X daughter reader

Request:

could i request a morgan x daugter (5) who falls and breaks her leg and stuggles really bad with speaking her needs to her dad because she feels bad he has to help her🤍

I like the sound of this idea

Third person pov...

Derek Morgan hurried through the crowded emergency room, his heart racing with fear and worry. His five-year-old daughter, Y/N had fallen and broken her leg while playing in the backyard, and he was beside himself with guilt and anxiety.

He couldn't believe that he had been so careless, letting his guard down for just a moment while he went to check on dinner in the kitchen.

In that split second, the H/C girl had tripped over a toy and landed awkwardly, resulting in a loud cry that sent chills down Derek's spine.

He had quickly scooped her up and rushed her to the hospital, ignoring his own injury from the shattered glass on the kitchen floor, he had dropped a glass measuring jug onto the tilled floor.

Now, as he sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to finish treating his young daughter, he couldn't help but feel like a failure as a father.

Eventually, the doctor emerged from the room and informed Derek that Y/Ns leg had been set in a cast, and she was now resting in a hospital room.

With a sense of relief, Derek made his way to his daughter's room, eager to see her and reassure himself that she was okay.

As he entered the room, he was struck by the sight of the 5 year old lying on the bed, her leg propped up and covered in a cast.

She looked small and fragile, and Derek couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in his chest. He had promised to always protect her, and yet here she was, injured under his watch.

"Hey, baby girl" Derek said softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her leg.

The little H/C girl looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Daddy, I'm sorry" she whispered, her voice trembling, she began fiddling with the blanket laying across her legs.

Derek's heart broke at the sight of his daughter blaming herself for the accident. "Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault. Accidents happen, and daddy should have been more careful" he replied, brushing her hair out of her face.

The little girls lower lip quivered, and she held back tears as she struggled to speak. Derek realized then that Y/N was probably feeling guilty because she couldn't communicate her needs to him properly. She had always been a shy and quiet child, and this must have been overwhelming for her.

"Do you need anything, honey? Are you in pain?" Derek asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The little girl hesitated for a moment before nodding. "My leg hurts, daddy" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Derek's heart twisted at the pain in her voice. He knew that Y/N must have been afraid to ask for help, not wanting to be a burden to her father. But Derek was determined to make sure his daughter felt as comfortable as possible.

"I'll get the nurse to give you some pain medication, okay? And then we can watch your favorite movie together" Derek said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

Y/N face lit up, and she nodded eagerly. As Derek left the room to find a nurse, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the strong bond he shared with his daughter.

When he cam back he gently sat down beside her and took her hand in his, after the nurse had left "N/N sweetheart, it's okay to ask for help. I know you're a tough girl, but even the toughest need a little help sometimes" he said with a comforting smile.

The little girl looked up at her dad with tear-filled eyes and finally let out a sob. "I don't want to be a burden, daddy" she managed to say between sobs.

Derek's heart broke at those words. He immediately pulled her into a hug and whispered "You could never be a burden to me, you're my little girl, and I'll do anything for you."

The little 5 year olds tears continued to flow, but she felt relieved knowing that her dad didn't see her as a burden. She began to open up to him, telling him about the pain in her leg and how she couldn't do things on her own.

Derek listened to her patiently and reassured her that it was okay to rely on others sometimes, especially when injured. He also promised her that once her leg was healed, they could do all the activities she loved together.

Y/Ns spirits lifted, and she smiled at her dad, feeling grateful for his love and support.

Over the next few weeks, thr little H/C girls leg slowly healed, and she was able to be more independent again. But she also learned a valuable lesson, that it's okay to ask for help when needed.

Derek was happy to see his little girl back to her talkative and energetic self, knowing that she no longer felt bad about needing his help.

Their bond had only grown stronger through this experience, and Derek was grateful for the opportunity to take care of his daughter.

After a few weeks she gotten used to using her crutches, her and her dad walked into the FBI building together,

Y/N walking slowly but managing.

As they reached the bullpen she stopped to take a breath, using crutches was tiring for the 5 year old, noticing his daughter wasn't next to him Derek turned around and saw her by the elevator.

He then knelt down next to the young girl. "Everything okay Baby girl?" He asks hoping she would tell him that she needed help.

Y/N bit her lip and stayed quiet, Derek waited watching her when someone came up behind them turning to see his face light up to see Penelope. "Hello my chocolate thunder and sunshine" Says Penelope smiling brightly at them.

Derek stands and wraps an arm around Penelope "Good morning to you baby girl" he says kissing her head. Penelope blushes. "Everything okay sunshine?" She asks the young girl.

Y/N looks at her and shakes her head. "I need help Daddy" she says voice confident, Derek was shocked he was so proud of her. "I'm glad yky told Mr baby I'm so proud of you" he says picking the young girl up and holding her on his hip.

Y/N grins and wraps her arms around his neck holding tight. Giggling she was carried the rest of the way into the bullpen by her Daddy.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot it's been a while since I wrote one for Derek, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1180

[lifeweaver-niran]

Okayyyyyy I’m so excited for this because the Angstttt! The heartbreakkkkkk, the symweaver fluff!! I’m also so honoured to be your first request!!! I’m so excited!!! 🩷🩷 I love the way you write!!

Okay soooo Fem Reader please!

Niran is dating Reader and they are super cute together and he adores her, telling her she’s the most beautiful girl and taking her out on dates ect ect.

Then BAMMMMM

Satya ends up in hospital and Niran panics and long angst argument with Reader because he’s freaking out over her but they both had plans to leave for a trip to Thailand or something that day and now they will have to cancel. (Reader understands but is still upset and Niran takes this the wrong way.) He leaves to see Satya and leaves Reader upset and a little heartbroken.

Slowly Niran started to develop feelings for Satya, realising they have always been there since the academy, and as he’s helping her with all the things she can’t do, he’s realised he wants to be with her all the time and coming home to reader is like a chore. He starts to realise that he’s in love with her and asks Satya if she feels the same way and she said she does and has for a while. Niran breaks up with reader with Satya there and reader is heartbroken and begging Niran to stay.

Reader watches as Satya and Niran’s relationship develops (Because cuteeeee SymWeaver!!) and how sweet they are together.

Reader throws herself at Niran’s feet begging him to take her back and that she loves him so much, but Niran says no and that he’s sorry, but he’s happy with Satya.

Then maybe, because I’m evil, a few months later Niran proposes to Satya as a party where Reader is invited and everyone is so happy for the couple and reader is further broken by this, leaving the party and crying herself to sleep.

Ahhhhhhh the angst!!!! 💔💔💔

“I'm so in love with you, do you know that, my sweet?”

“Yes, Bua.. you tell me that every day!” You chuckle, giving him a peck on the cheek before folding up more of your clothes to put in the suitcase.

“My dear, i'm so glad to have met you.” He grabs her hand, ever so gently lifting it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “One day, i'll make you Mrs. Pruksamanee, how does that sound? It has a nice ring to it! Y/N pruksamanee!”

You laugh at his cheesy-ness, cupping his face with your hand before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “I would truly love that, Mr. Pruksamanee.” a small blush appearing on your lover's cheeks before returning another kiss to you.

“i'll be off now! Unfortunately, work calls..” You said, disappointment is clear in your voice. Niran smiles sadly before grabbing your waist to sneak in one last kiss before you left. “Stay safe, alright?” in which you nodded in return.

... 🥀

“Satya..?”

Niran spoke so softly, afraid that his mere words would cause his best friend who's currently lying on a hospital bed to break.

“Satya..satya..no..don't leave me.”

Niran sounded like a broken record beside her, begging for her to wake up.

“PLEASE..you can't do this to me..we-” he hiccups, tears flowing non-stop, barely being able to get the words out of his mouth. “we've been together for so..so long..you can't leave me now..not when we're finally-..together agai-”

“NIRAN PRUKSAMANEE!” You burst through the hospital door, security already holding you back while nurses and doctors plead for you to quiet down, but you couldn't care less.

Why is he here? Why out of all times NOW? you guys had a TRIP to go to, after your last day of work which was today! How could he abandon something so important, something that you guys have been planning for MONTHS? You barely have any free time together. How could he do this to you? You know his friend needed him, but she's clearly still passed out. How could he leave you for her on such a special occasion?

You were seething with anger, yelling at your lover to come outside and talk to you properly to which Niran gets up, wiping his tears away and walking over towards you.

“Y/N, you have to understand she needed me-”

“NO. NIRAN. I NEEDED YOU.”

“Y/N st-”

“NO. YOU STOP, NIRAN! WE HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS GODDAMN TRIP FOR WEEKS—” Tears spilled down your face, you were so angry you were pacing around with your hands gripping tightly at your hair, “MONTHS!!! YOU BARELY EVER HAVE TIME FOR ME..FOR US! AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD FOR HER?!”

“Y/N. Could you please stop being so irritating for one second?”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

“She needs me. She got into a literal car crash and passed out in a hospital bed..and all you care about..is that STUPID TRIP? I CAN PAY FOR ANOTHER TICKET, Y/N. WE CAN GO SOME OTHER TIME, STOP BEING SO GODDAMN INSENSITIV-”

!!!!

You didn't know when but you slapped him.

“It was never about that, Niran.” You cried, you felt so incredibly hurt. Why did it feel like even though you were his girlfriend, that you were 2nd to her? Maybe it's always been that way. Maybe Satya Vaswani has always been the one he loved. Maybe it has never been you.

“If you seriously can't understand what you did wrong, then maybe you should just leave.”

“...”

You heard him scoff before turning his back on you, walking back into her hospital room leaving you and your heart broken.

.....🪷.....

Its been a couple of days since the argument, and whilst you've done nothing but cry in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity, Niran has done nothing but dote on his best friend. Who he suspects he might be gaining feelings for.

He's been helping her since she woke up, feeding her, helping her change robes whilst still being respectful of course, updating her about things she missed so that she wouldn't feel too left behind on her work. It felt so..nice. For once, he felt like himself. He felt free and talking to her was so easy.. is this what true love feels like? It must be. It all makes perfect sense. He's been with Satya for so so very long, they were there for each other when they needed each other the most.

Unlike with you.

Being with you feels like a chore.

Something he has to force himself to do for the sake of your relationship.

But it wasn't like that with her..Satya Vaswani.

“I.. think i'm in love with you, Satya. Do you feel the same?”

The raven haired girl was caught off-guard, fidgeting with her fingers as a guilty feeling settled in her stomach. “Y-” She pretended to cough, not wanting to stutter. “Yes. I have felt it...for quite some time now. Love, is that what it is?” He smiles brightly before closing the gap between them with a small but passionate kiss.

. . . . . . . . . . ?

“N-niran.. you don't mean..that..right?” Your heart ached so badly. You felt dizzy, a rollercoaster of emotions going on through your head. Anger. Fear. Jealousy. Betrayal. Most of all, need. A need for him. You needed him to tell you it was just a sick and twisted joke. Because he can't. He can't possibly.. love satya..right..?

“I'm sorry, Y/N. But she's the woman i truly love. Forgive me. Please get out of my home.”

“NIRAN YOU CAN'T DO THIS-” You threw yourself at his feet, clinging onto his legs while you cried and begged for him to stay.

“Please..please..i can't- i can't lose you!! You're- you're my everything! I'm sorry if i don't say it much, i promise i can change! I'll be whoever you need me to be, Just please don't leave me..” You sounded so broken. Niran felt so guilty but he couldn't force himself to be with you any longer knowing you weren't the one he truly loved.

“I'm sorry. Y/N.”

Was the last thing you heard before he left you for good.

..........🪷........🥀..........

“Bua! You're embarrassing me!” Satya said with a red flush on her cheeks, trying to push her light-haired lover away from her in public.

“But whyyy dearestt~ You're so warm and cozy, Who cares if others see?”

“I Do, Bua..”

“Well i don't! So let them see how much i love you!”

But i do.

You thought to yourself.

You care.

You felt so heartbroken, you stalked them, seeing their relationship grow and develop. They were so inlove with each other. They were two peas in a pod. Inseparable. You hated every passing moment of it.

You couldn't take it anymore. You called out to niran, dropping to your knees as you cried, begging him to take you back. Begging him to give you another chance. To which he replied by turning his back to you, only being able to mutter a small sorry before taking Satya away from you, scared that you would hurt her.

...........💍...........

“Satya Vaswani, the light of my life..and the girl of my dreams. Will you marry me?”

4 words and your life and heart shattered once more.

It's been months yet you still weren't able to move on. And now you're here, wearing that dress Niran used to love on you, wearing your hair up nicely just in the way he used to want you to. Seeing him propose to his lover.

You broke your wine glass from dropping it, staring at the broken glass, it reminded you of your poor shattered heart as you heard the loud screams and cheers of the people around you, gathering around the couple and congratulating them while you left the party to go home. You cried more than you ever had that night. Your world completely shattered.

He was truly gone.

And you couldn't do anything about it.

He's someone else's now. That someone who will never be you. Not now, not ever. He was in love with her,

He was never truly in love with you. And you knew that all along.

__________________

AAAAA MY HEART IS ACHING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BUT THIS HURT SO MUCH TO WRITE CUZ I LOVE HIM TOO😭😭🥹🥹🥹🙏🙏🙏🙏 THANK YOU @uh-niran-really for BEING MY FIRST REQUEST ILY AND YOUR WORK SO MUCH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT🥹

It's a little shorter than what i originally planned because it was a little rushed, i was simply too excited to show you🥹🥹!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT!🥹🫶

[robbinghisdick]

As Dick looked down at his white haired baby, he wondered if her genetics knew that black hair was a dominant trait and by all accounts should've trumped Slade's silver hair (which wasn't even natural to begin with).

At the hospital, he said it probably wasn't white, just a very pale blonde and would darken as Elani aged. He could tell that Bruce was mentally listing any man he could think of with white hair, even as Dick told him sternly that he didn't want to know who the father was, so let it be.

Dick doubted Bruce would listen for very long.

Roy accompanied him home from the hospital, the only person Dick had told the full truth to. Considering Lian, Roy didn't have much room to judge, though he made relentless jabs about daddy issues. Slade was Bruce's age, after all.

In some time, Dick would allow the other Titans to come over and meet Elani, but he knew they'd likely piece things together quick once they saw her. He wasn't quite ready yet for their reactions. Slade had tormented them, and here Dick had just carried and birthed his child.

Roy helped Dick settle back home, pointing to the fridge full of meals the team had prepared for him as a gift. He told Dick to get some rest and to not be afraid to reach out for help.

The loneliness was felt immediately, his apartment painfully silent and empty. Normally it was a blessing to come home to. He loved his team mates, but it was nice to have a little space just for him.

Dick mostly rested, keeping Elani in his arms as he sat on the couch and mindlessly watched TV. He was restless but exhausted, a frustrating mixture that left to overthink.

He knew despite his scathing remarks to Slade to stay away, it wouldn’t matter. The man had yet to respect a single boundary Dick had ever tried to set. It was only a matter of time.

That thought alone made it hard to put Elani down in her crib. He chose this apartment so he could make the room without windows a nursery. He didn't want access to her to be easy, and yet he was sure Slade would find a way.

It got late and exhaustion wore out. He put Elani to bed, left his bedroom door open, and cranked the baby monitor volume all the way up. He sporadically got up to feed and take care of her as the soft cries came through the baby monitor.

He had only been laying down for a few minutes when his hair stood on end and he found himself suddenly awake. For a minute he didn't move, ears pricked for any sort of sound. No noise came, but Dick got to his feet, reaching just under his bed for a bat.

Soundlessly he slipped down the hall to the nursery. It didn't matter if he immediately recognized that the man in the nursery was Slade, seeing someone hold his baby left him chilled.

He froze, but Slade noticed him a moment later.

"At ease, Grayson. We both know you're not going to hit me while I'm holding her," his voice was quiet. Dick couldn't tell if it was for the sake of the sleeping baby or if it was because he was being treated like a startled animal. Possibly both.

"I thought I said I didn't want to see you again," Dick said, relaxing his hold on the bat but not putting it down altogether as he entered the nursery.

Slade laughs, unimpressed. "You also said the baby wasn't mine." One finger flicks a white curl on Elani's head. "I know when you're lying."

Dick scowled in return.

Slade's gaze turns down to the baby in his arms. "What's her name?"

"Elani Marie Grayson."

Slade makes a small noise of acknowledgement. "Thought your mother's name was Mary?"

"Marie sounded better." Dick hated that Slade remembered that detail about him. The voice in his head that sounded like his friends told him that Slade was weird and obsessed. It wasn't because there was anything more to their fucked up dynamic.

After a beat of silence, Dick sighed. "What do you want, Slade?"

"Just wanted to see my daughter."

"You already have one," Dick reminded him. "Elani is my daughter, not yours." He closed the distance between them. "If you care for her at all, you won't be in her life. You get people killed."

Slade's eyes scan over Dick's face, cracking a smile. "I don't recall your track record being much better."

Dick's lips press into a hard line, refusing to react. Not a day has gone by since Dick got pregnant that he didn't dread all the terrible things that could happen to Elani purely because she was his daughter. He knew he was just as big of a threat to Elani as Slade was.

But without further arguing, Slade pushed Elani into Dick's arms, ignoring the way Dick jerked his head away to give him a kiss.

"I'll come see you once you've recovered."

Dick didn't bother telling him not to.

[Prev]

[instructionsnotincluded]

a friend recommended your MOTA story and I could not put it down the minute I started reading! You really give new life and meaning to all the characters!! I’m excited to see where Bucky and Frank and our other favorite Dodos will go from here! If it’s not too much to ask, can you share with us a snippet of a storyline or exchange you're really excited for us to read?

Oh my goodness!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it! That means so much!! Your words are too kind!

I'm very excited for the rest of their story as well! And you can absolutely have a snippet!! I have to be careful about some of them now, because there are some major spoilers hinted at, but I'm very excited for this scene!

18+ MDNI | Language

Read True North Here!

When Frank woke an hour or so later on a cot in the infirmary, most of the beds around her were empty. She didn’t remember lying down, but, then again, she didn’t really remember getting to the hospital either. She turned her head, glancing at the cup and pitcher of water off to the side, eyes scanning that side of the room, a sharp ache starting to spread from the back of her head towards her eye. 

“Oh hell.” Frank’s head turned instantly, eyes finding Buck’s familiar ones as the Major stepped closer to the foot of her bed, his face twisted in disbelief and eyebrows furrowed, “When he asks, I was here when you woke up.” 

Frank couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped, “I woke up thirty seconds ago, Buck.” 

“I had to use the facilities,” Buck seemed a little embarrassed as he rested his hands on the bar at the end of her bed, exhaling slowly as he took his time looking her over. “How’re you feeling?” 

“I’m afraid to ask myself that.” 

A soft smile played at his lips, hand reaching down to squeeze her ankle comfortingly, “You’re lookin’ better than when we first arrived.” 

Frank tilted her head, confusion clouding her brain as the space behind her eyebrows began to ache, “I’ve seen you already…?” 

“Mhmm,” Buck nodded. “Well—we’ve seen you, I don’t think you technically saw us. You were in and out when we first got here and you were fighting whatever they gave you to help keep you calm.” 

“I don’t like drugs.” 

“Noted.” Buck slipped his hands back into the pockets of his jacket, “How’s the head?” 

Frank lifted one of her hands, fingers pressing lightly to the space on her forehead where she’d collided with the side of the plane, the area tender, a small bandage placed just above her left eyebrow. “Seems like it’s still attached.” Buck laughed, shaking his head as he glanced down at his feet, as if it was a private joke. “I’m surprised they let you both out.” 

“Yeah, well…” Buck cleared his throat before he glanced upwards towards the ceiling, “It was either let us both go, or risk Bucky crashing on his mad dash to get you.” 

“Where…?” 

“Outside.” Buck nodded towards the doors at the end of the large room, “He’s…surveying.” 

He was looking at the plane, then. Of course he’d be torturing himself right now. Quieter she asked, “How is he?” 

Buck shrugged noncommittally, as if he knew not to share much more right now, “Better after he saw you.” 

Frank rested her head back against the pillow, soreness beginning to seep into her body now that she was awake, whatever medicine they’d given her wearing off. Her head throbbed and back ached, and when she shifted to get comfortable she felt bandages wrapped around her torso. “What’s the damage?” 

“Mmm,” Buck shook his head, “I’m just a babysitter—that’s well above my pay grade.”  

Frank laughed, but the activity had her groaning seconds later, hand pressing to her side, hoping it would stop throbbing, “How long am I out for?” 

“Ahh,” Buck shook his head again, “that’s definitely something I’m not gonna touch with a ten foot pole. I’m already in the shit because I left and you woke up, no way in hell am I gonna answer that one.” 

Frank sighed and she just managed to push herself up into a sitting position, face wrinkled in pain when Buck tried to reach for her, but she shooed him away. Buck was a gentleman, he wouldn’t touch her if she didn’t want it and so he stood a foot back, watching her closely in case she did need help. She leaned back against the metal rails of the headboard once she was up, side stretching uncomfortably when heavy footsteps echoed around the room. 

Bucky was almost always the poster boy for cool and calm—even when she could see the storm brewing in those eyes, he always tried to appear at ease. But the John Egan who walked with a purpose towards her cot was anything but relaxed. His hair was mussed, one of the curls falling over his forehead limply, and the long strides he took echoed louder as he approached, his uniform in order, but ruffled, tie crooked as it peeked out from under his sheepskin jacket, hat shoved under his arm.

[xxxxkny-abdlxxxx]

My little flame...

Pov Kyojuro

After the battle against the third moon... everything has changed... he won't leave me, he won't leave me alone... I feel like he is waiting for the opportunity to capture me... to make me suffer... to kill me...

Sometimes I feel like he's watching me... I never tell anyone... but I'm afraid... I'm afraid he'll come... I'm afraid he'll kill my loved ones and I won't be able to protect them.... I'm afraid he'll kill me... I'm afraid...

My wound still hurts... it hurts... it hurts a lot... I don't want it to hurt anymore... I don't want it anymore... I just want it to not hurt anymore. .. I want to leave... I want to get out of this stupid hospital... I don't want injections anymore... I don't want any more consultations... I don't want medicines anymore... not anymore...I just want to go Home....

third person:

One day Shinjuro went to visit his son... it was raining outside... the only thing that could be heard was the sound of water falling and sounds of thunder falling... then he went to the room where his son was , Shinjuro opened the door and entered the room, then looked at his son who was lying on the stretcher. I can see that her son was hidden up to his head in the sheets. He gave a small chuckle at that. He approached him until she was at his side. the stretcher...

Shinjuro: Hello... is anyone awake?... -He said with a playful tone as he shook his son a little.-

Shinjuro: Come on... wake up because then you won't be able to sleep at night... well, then I'm going to have to go...

Shinjuro said with a playful tone, moving his son not so abruptly, then a sob could be heard... Shinjuro was surprised at first, he grabbed the blanket that his son was carrying carefully... he could see that he was sobbing, his face was red, tears were falling from his face

As soon as Shinjuro took the blanket off of Kyojuro, Kyojuro gasped and looked at his previously worried father. Before Shinjuro could say anything Kyojuro quickly crawled to the edge of the bed trying to wipe the tears from his face, Shinjuro didn't understand anything of what was happening.

Shinjuro: Hey... what happened? Why are you crying?... -he said with a soft tone to try to calm his son, he was worried-

Kyojuro: Nothing! I'm fff-fine!..

Shinjuro: Kyojuro I just saw you cry...what happened?..

Kyojuro:I said Nothing!! I'm fine!!

Shinjuro: You know you're a bad liar?.. right?..

Shinjuro approached him and sat down with him, looking at him for a moment.

Shinjuro: Kyojuro... I'm your father... tell me what's wrong, you know you can trust me...

Kyojuro: N-n nothing! I'm fine...

Shinjuro: Tell me what happened...

Kyojuro: no!... it's stupid... just ignore me... okay?...

Shinjuro: How can I be ignorant... you are my son... I should know what's wrong with you... so tell me... what happened?... does something hurt?... do you feel nervous? ?...oh just why?

Silence dominated the room...only Kyojuro's small whimpers could be heard...until Kyojuro let out a sob and began to cry at the top of his lungs, making Shinjuro shudder.

Shinjuro: Eh!? Kyojuro?! hey no no! shhh.. shh... it's okay!.. calm down…

Shinjuro approached him and hugged him, not so tightly as not to hurt him. Kyojuro clung to his father as if his life depended on it, he trembled and sobbed.

Kyojuro: Sniff... sniff... everything hurts dada!!everything!!

Shinjuro: Hey shh.... Shh..It's okay... calm... nothing happens... calm...

Shinjuro caressed his back in a way to calm him down.as he listened to his son cry inconsolably... he seemed like a little child seeking his father's protection...

Kyojuro: He...he... there is still... he is still there... there is still! dada!..

Shinjuro: He?.. who is he?...

Kyojuro:.. the monster...

Shinjuro: The monster?... what are you talking about?...

Kyojuro: The one who hurt me... I'm scared Dada!...

Shinjuro: Kyojuro...listen to me...that monster is not going to hurt you again...it is not going to come back...and if it comes back I will protect you...I will. ...I'm going to make that son of a bi- mmm... pay for what he did to you...

Kyojuro: But... it's my duty to protect you... just like the others... I'm supposed to... take care of them... it's my duty as a pillar...

Shinjuro: And my thing is to protect you... I am your father and I will never allow you to be hurt... do you understand?...

Shinjuro said with a serious tone as he continued to comfort his son. Kyojuro simply remained silent and hugged his father tighter... it had been a long time since he felt that warmth... that security...the feeling of...being loved and cared for like that...the last time he felt that...was before his mother left this world...he really...missed this...and loved it. ..he felt...small...like he was a little child again...

Shinjuro: I promise you... that no one will hurt you again... my little flame...

[elskanellis]

Coffee

Matthew Dickman

The only precious thing I own, this little espresso cup. And in it a dark roast all the way from Honduras, Guatemala, Ethiopia where coffee was born in the 9th century getting goat herders high, spinning like dervishes, the white blooms cresting out of the evergreen plant, Ethiopia where I almost lived for a moment but then the rebels surrounded the Capital so I stayed home. I stayed home and drank coffee and listened to the radio and heard how they were getting along. I would walk down Everett Street, near the hospital where my older brother was bound to his white bed like a human mast, where he was getting his mind right and learning not to hurt himself. I would walk by and be afraid and smell the beans being roasted inside the garage of an old warehouse. It smelled like burnt toast! It was everywhere in the trees. I couldn't bear to see him. I sometimes never knew him. Sometimes he would call. He wanted us to sit across from each other, some coffee between us, sober. Coffee can taste like grapefruit or caramel, like tobacco, strawberry, cinnamon, the oils being pushed out of the grounds and floating to the top of a French Press, the expensive kind I get in the mail, the mailman with a pound of Sumatra under his arm, ringing my doorbell, waking me up from a night when all I had was tea and watched a movie about the Queen of England when Spain was hot for all her castles and all their ships, carved out of fine Spanish trees, went up in flames while back home Spaniards were growing potatoes and coffee was making its careful way along a giant whip from Africa to Europe where cafes would become famous and people would eventually sit with their cappuccinos, the baristas talking about the new war, a cup of sugar on the table, a curled piece of lemon rind. A beret on someone's head, a scarf around their neck. A bomb in a suitcase left beneath a small table. Right now I'm sitting near a hospital where psychotropics are being carried down the hall in a pink cup, where someone is lying there and he doesn't know who he is. I'm listening to the couple next to me talk about their cars. I have no idea how I got here. The world stops at the window while I take my little spoon and slowly swirl the cream around the lip of the cup. Once, I had a brother who used to sit and drink his coffee black, smoke his cigarettes and be quiet for a moment before his brain turned its Armadas against him, wanting to burn down his cities and villages, before grief became his capital with its one loyal flag and his face, perhaps only his beautiful left eye, shimmed on the surface of his Americano like a dark star.

©2008

[xxsksxxx]

Liberating the Mirage

Summary:

When an assignment goes horribly wrong, Mulder has to race against time to find Scully.

But sometimes the line between reality and illusion blurs—and it turns out there’s more than one locked door that needs to be opened.

Notes:

This is my contribution to Fictober, a yearly event that celebrates writing and reading—and fall. All of which are good things in my world.

Since there’s no way I can come up with a new story every day, I’ve decided to write one fic that includes all prompts from the Fictober 2023 prompt list. They’re all in bold if you want to seek them out specifically. You can find the list here: Fictober 202

I’m dedicating this final chapter to @baronessblixen who’s encouraged me throughout this journey!

I would’ve never had the courage to try my hand at writing (and actually posting!) if it wasn’t for her. So, thank you, my friend.

I hope you’ll have as much fun reading this fic as I had writing it.

AO3 | Start at the Beginning | @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Epilogue

Holy Cross Memorial Hospital, Washington, D.C.

Mulder pressed his back against the wall of the long hallway and stealthily crept from door to door. If he didn’t have to worry about getting caught, he would’ve laughed. It seemed creeping along walls was all he did these days. The consequences of getting caught this time would be very different from last night though, even if they were not any less dire. Hospitals didn’t appreciate people sneaking into patients’ rooms after visiting hours, he’d learned over the years. Usually, he didn’t care about those things, but this time he didn’t want to take any chances.

When he finally reached the door marked with the number 603 he let out a breath and took a careful look around. He was alone in the hallway; the only sound was the humming of the overhead neon lights. He silently opened the heavy door to the hospital room and sneaked inside, quickly closing it behind him again. Someone had drawn the blinds, and only small slivers of sunlight fell onto the white covers of the bed standing close to the window.

Scully was lying in her hospital bed, her eyes closed. He quietly walked over to her bedside, his sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum floor, and stared down at her. The machine monitoring her blood pressure hummed softly in the dimly lit room.

Her breath was slow and deep, and Mulder let out a relieved sigh. It would take some time until he stopped worrying after her latest adventure. His fingers brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead, and the slight contact of his hand with her face caused her to stir, her eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“Mulder? What are you doing here?” she asked, not the slightest hint of surprise in her voice at seeing him there.

“I needed to see you. Make sure you’re okay,” he said simply and took her hand in his, playing tag with her thumb. Scully watched their hands silently, pressing her thumb back against his, lost in thought.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” she said reverently. “There’s just a lot on my mind.”

Mulder nodded while keeping his gaze on their still joined hands, afraid she’d be able to read him like a book. “I talked to Skinner this morning. Our host was still in the basement where we had locked him up. It seems he couldn’t find a way out either.”

Scully looked up. “What about Connolly? Did they catch him as well?”

Mulder shook his head, not raising his eyes. “No. There’s no trace of him. He disappeared.”

Scully stayed silent, returning her eyes to their joined hands after a while.

“Did you talk to the doctor? When will you be able to go home?” Mulder finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Tomorrow. They did a full check-up and blood work today. I had an allergic reaction to the drug he injected me with. But apart from a few scratches and bruises, I’m okay now.”

Mulder finally raised his eyes to hers. “Who’s going to take care of you? Is your mother coming over or do you want me to pick you up?”

Scully looked up at him and then quickly avoided his eyes again. “Would you mind taking me home tomorrow? My mom’s just going to fuss and worry, and I’d rather not have her make a big deal out of a few bruises.” She kept fiddling with his thumb, circling hers around it again and again.

Mulder watched her for a moment. “What’s going on, Scully?” he asked softly.

“What do you mean,” she replied, still not looking at him.

Mulder squeezed her hand gently as he curled his fingers over her thumb, forcing it down into his palm. “You’re not looking at me, Scully. What’s this about,” he hesitated as a thought suddenly struck him. “Is this about our kiss?” he asked quietly.

Scully’s fingers twitched in his grasp. Bull’s eye, he thought grimly. His heart picked up speed, and he started to sweat. “Do you regret it, Scully?” he asked monotonously, his face a mask even though his heart was beating wildly.

Scully quickly looked up at him, searching his face. “Do you?” she asked, her face unreadable.

“No, I don’t,” he said firmly. “But if you do, I… I want you to know I understand. I know it wasn’t the best of circumstances, and you were probably still feeling the drugs,” he rambled nervously. “So, what I’m trying to say here is, that if you didn’t like it, and you’d rather forget it happened…” he waved his free hand around vaguely.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it,” Scully said, amusement tinging her voice.

Mulder dropped their joined hands down to the bed covers and exhaled. “What are you saying then, Scully?” he asked, watching her intently.

“If I remember correctly, Mulder, it was me who kissed you. And I don’t want to forget. But in case you forgot, I can remind you,” she said with a smile.

She tugged on his hand in hers and pulled him closer, tenderly putting her free hand behind his neck.

Mulder was watching her with wide eyes, and she pulled him in for a kiss. This time he didn’t hesitate and deepened the kiss immediately, pressing his lips to hers.

Neither of them noticed the rays of the setting sun streaming through the hospital window, bathing the hospital room in soothing colors and engulfing their faces in a warm glow.

The End.

***

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed my contribution to Fictober 2023.

And if you want to comment, please feel free. You'd make my day—just be kind. You can also find this fic on AO3.

[juliasdowntonstuff]

My entry to the Cobert Winter Fanfic Exchange has just been posted to Ao3 and ff.net as well as on here for anyone who might want to read. Thank you @bella-caecilia for organising this event, this was great fun and I’m so looking forward to reading what everyone wrote!

I chose the Hurt/Comfort category and my prompts were “You don’t have to be so brave with me” / laceration

Without further ado, this is set after S6E5 (the bloody dinner episode)

Robert was coming home. It had been two weeks since that fateful dinner party, a night she would never be able to forget, and now he was finally returning from the village hospital.

Cora was standing by the window in the small library of Downton, anxiously peeking out and letting her eyes wander over the grass and gravel leading all the way down to the gates of their estate.

He was supposed to arrive at the abbey at half past two. A quick look at the clock to her right told her that they were running late, almost half an hour already.

What if something had happened, what if he was not coming home after all?

Then, as her mind began to spin with all the what-ifs she could possibly come up with, each one worse than the one before, she saw a big motor coming up the gravel driveway. It was driving slowly, much too slowly for her liking, but after a while, she saw that this was the ambulance bringing him home. For the past two weeks, there was nothing she had wanted more than to simply hold him in her arms, to feel his presence with her while it was so sorely missed. She had found it hard to fall asleep without him next to her in bed every night, not that she would admit to that.

Quickly, Cora turned on her heel and left the room. With long strides, she crossed the entrance hall and walked out the front door to welcome him, just like they always did with their guests. Right when she came to a halt outside the grand wooden doors of their family home, the back doors of the ambulance opened and she got to look directly into his face, a sight she had been looking forward to for days now.

She had been so incredibly scared when they took him and rushed him to emergency surgery at the village hospital. She had been afraid that she would never get to see him again, that she would never get to see his gentle smile and feel his loving gaze on her, ever again.

The image of him lying in a pool of his own blood on the dining room floor, trying to tell her he loved her — it haunted her. She might have appeared put together as she tried to calm him down, but that was really just a façade. Deep down, she had been scared out of her mind, had been afraid of losing him forever. However much she had wanted to, she simply could not allow herself to fall to pieces in front of everyone — least of all their daughters, who had to watch their father be rushed away, covered in blood.

When Robert saw her, his face lit up into such a bright smile. But even the brightest and most sincere of smiles couldn't get rid of the dark circles under his eyes. His unusually sallow complexion worried her, as did his sunken cheeks. She had to remind herself that he had just undergone a major emergency surgery — of course, he was not going to come back home the picture of health. A gastrectomy was not to be underestimated, that's what Doctor Clarkson had told her when she visited Robert the morning after the incident.

She had expected him not to look his usual self, but not quite as bad as this. It would take a while and exceptionally good nursing to get him back on his feet. Cora was determined to help him as best she could.

The people who had driven him there set about getting his stretcher out of the ambulance to take him inside and up to the bedroom like they had been instructed to. Robert winced noticeably when they hoisted him out of the car, the sudden movement causing his fresh wound to hurt again despite the strong painkillers he had been given ahead of his departure from the village hospital.

"Cora!" he exclaimed weakly as they started to carry him inside past her. Upon this, though, the men stopped and waited until the Countess had had a chance to greet him.

„Welcome home, my dear. They will take you up to our room and I will join you as soon as I have talked to Doctor Clarkson," his wife replied reassuringly, letting her hand graze over his arm as he was carried inside once more.

Robert only managed a small nod in return, wincing and inhaling sharply at the swaying motions shaking him through.

He could hear her voice through the closed door, along with Doctor Clarkson's. However much he tried to concentrate to understand what they were saying, he could not hear a word of what was spoken. Their voices were simply too muffled by the wooden doors separating them from him lying in their bed, and his mind was still hazy from all the painkillers he had been given in the hospital.

Robert was already starting to drift back off to sleep, his eyelids getting increasingly heavy, when the door finally opened and Cora walked in.

She closed the door carefully behind her and took a seat in the chair that was put close to his bedside. When she reached out her hand to take his hand in hers, his eyes immediately flew open again. His gaze met his wife's, and he recognised the concerned look she tried to veil behind an encouraging and welcoming smile — he had seen this before.

"Oh my dear, I am so pleased to have you back home. You have no idea how worried the girls and I have been and how anxious we were to finally have you here with us again. Even your mother decided to let her grudge rest for now, though I suppose your return will lead her back on her warpath with me." She saw his blinking slow down — a clear sign he was tired — and so, after a short pause, Cora added: "I'll let you rest for now. I will redo the dressing on your wound after dinner, as Doctor Clarkson instructed."

Robert still had trouble speaking with his throat feeling sore, but he managed to croak out: "I am so- I'm so sorry you all had to witness this. But what about the nurse Doctor Clarkson wanted to send up to the house along with me?"

Cora handed him a cup of water already standing on his nightstand when he started to cough, wincing and pressing his hand to his side all the while.

"I sent her back to the hospital, she's more needed there to help with all the hurt and sick in the village. I can care for you, and Doctor Clarkson explained it all quite well. I know that I am capable of doing it," Cora said confidently when she set the glass back down.

"You really shouldn't, these are trained people for a reason and I wouldn't want you to have to see this," he whispered in reply.

"But I want to, Robert. Please."

Robert knew that this was an argument he was not going to win, his wife was quite headstrong when she wanted to be and clearly, she wanted in this case. So instead of arguing some more, he simply nodded slowly before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep again.

Later that night, Cora excused herself directly after dinner ended, not joining her family in the drawing room as usual. Instead, she climbed the flights of stairs to go to her bedroom and care for Robert. Mary and Edith had offered to help with the wound dressing, but Robert had refused them much more profusely than he had Cora when they had gone up to welcome him home after tea.

She felt nervous, even though there was no particular reason for her to be. Her husband was home and he was safe. He had had an emergency surgery a fortnight ago and there were hours when she didn't know if she'd ever see him again, but she did. The doctors managed to save him, to keep him there with her, and now it was on her to help him get better.

Doctor Clarkson had shown her how to dress the wound in fresh bandages and how to apply the creams and tinctures to help the wound heal quicker and better, and hopefully also scar less. He had also told her when to give him what kind of medicine to help manage his pain and minimise his discomfort. She was prepared as best as anyone probably could be and still, she was nervous.

What would it look like, how bad would it be?

Taking a deep breath to calm her down, she opened the door and entered their shared bedroom to find him asleep on the bed. However, he wasn't sleeping as peacefully as she had hoped — his face was pulled into some sort of grimace of constant pain.

Quietly, she gathered the supplies she would need to care for his wound and neatly assembled them all on his nightstand. Then, she took a seat in the chair that was still pulled to his bedside and tried to gently wake him from his uneasy slumber.

Robert heard a familiar, gentle and soft voice ring out to him and slowly, it took him out of his uneasy dream. Almost hesitantly, he came to and found himself face to face with his smiling wife.

"What a sight for sore eyes," he whispered softly, his voice heavy with sleep.

A wide smile graced Cora's features when he slowly reached out his arm for her to take. Gingerly, she put her hand in his offered one. When his fingers closed around her delicate hand, she was surprised by the strength of his hold. He had barely managed to reach out his arm, but his hold was fast and steady. That fact encouraged her, it gave her hope.

"Can you sit up in bed? I am afraid it is time to change your bandages and apply the creams Doctor Clarkson prescribed," Cora said after a while of simply sitting there and holding hands.

Robert nodded and further strengthened his grip on her to hoist himself up.

However, before he could even try to sit up on his own, Cora asked: "Do you want some more medicine to manage the pain? You did not take any this afternoon and you seemed to be in quite some pain when you were asleep just now."

Shaking his head no, he replied: "No, I can manage without." After a few short seconds and seeing her doubting look, he tried to distract her and added: "Are you sure you want to do this? Maybe Cousin Isobel coul-"

"No, Robert. I won't trouble her with this," she retorted sternly. Then, Cora stood up from her seated position to help him sit up in bed as well. "And now, let me help you."

He tried. He truly thought he would be able to do it. After only a second of trying, though, the pain in his abdomen became too much to bear and he wincingly fell back into the pillows. He didn't move, inhaling and exhaling quite sharply as he pressed a hand to his upper belly.

Cora let him catch his breath and then handed him a tiny glass filled with a clear liquid she took from the nightstand. Silently, she urged him to drink it, promising him a sip of water afterwards.

"You don't have to be so brave with me, dear. Take the medicine and it will all be a bit easier, for both of us. I can't bear to see you in such pain, not when there is something I can do to help," she said when he only eyed the small glass, clearly hesitant to sip it.

Begrudgingly, Robert drank the medicine, pulling a funny face at the lingering bitter and unpleasant taste.

They sat in silence for a little while, waiting for the medication to start working its magic. Slowly, Robert's tensely clenched jaw began to relax and his steely grip on the bed frame loosened.

"Let us try again, Cora," Robert said with a determined expression.

It cost him great strength and it hurt immensely, but he did it. They did. Somehow, he got into a seated position and managed to stay there while she unwrapped the white cloth bandages that were tightly wound around his torso.

The less his chest and belly were covered, the more her hands started to quiver. She kept her eyes fixed on the slowly disappearing bandages, until finally, the last of them fell away and she saw the wound.

Her breath got caught in her throat. She had imagined a lot, but nothing seemed to have come close to the reality. The wound was long and crooked, the edges jagged. It was painfully obvious that this had not been a planned operation. The flesh held together by the many stitches was coloured a sort of angry red, and it looked incredibly painful.

"That's why I wanted the nurse here to take care of this, at least in the beginning. I did not want you to have to see this, not when it still looks as bad as this," Robert whispered. He had noticed her hesitation and had seen and felt her movements cease when the bandages were gone.

Cora shook her head slightly at that.

"Why? You are my husband and I vowed to take care of you. I am not a young girl you could scare to death with this. You have been injured and I want to take care of you, that's all there is to it," she said, motioning towards his wound and the medical supplies on his nightstand.

With determination in her eyes, she set about caring for the scarring wound the way the doctor had instructed her to and before long, Robert got to lie back down with a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso underneath his nightshirt. This was exhausting, he had to admit, and he almost immediately dozed off into a light slumber.

Not much later, Cora got into bed next to him after her lady's maid had left the room. Baxter had worked silently and very efficiently so that she would not wake him when she helped Cora get ready for the night.

The mattress shifted when she got into bed, the motion woke him up and he watched as she tried to come closer while still trying to keep some distance between them so that she would not unintentionally hurt him.

"Thank you for doing this," Robert said, his voice heavy with sleep.

"We will manage this, you'll see. Just don't hesitate to take the pain medication from Doctor Clarkson, it is there to help you. You don't have to prove anything to me. It is not admitting a weakness or even defeat. You never have to be brave with me, dear."

Cora sat up in bed and placed an innocent kiss on his lips when he hesitantly nodded in agreement, followed by another one she placed on his jaw. Then, she settled back into bed and pulled the covers up over the two of them.

"Cora?" he asked again shortly thereafter.

She had already begun falling asleep, feeling exhausted after this day, and only managed a small: "Mmh?" in reply.

"I know this is hard for you, all of it. Just know one thing: you don't have to be so brave with me, either," he said firmly in the silence that had fallen over their room. His hand left the space on his belly where it had been resting until then and softly fell into the space between them.

Cora turned off the lights and settled into bed next to him. She couldn't cuddle up to him or even lie too close without possibly hurting him. But she could hold his hand, and so she did.

That night, for the first time in two weeks, she fell into an easy sleep, not haunted by a gruesome nightmare that took her back to the dinner party. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, thinking that finally, things were looking up again. She had her husband back home with her. Robert was lying next to her, he would eventually recover and she would help him as best she could. That was a promise she gave him and herself.

Things would turn out alright for them in the end, she was sure of it.

[miras-ash]

I finished the translation of my mini Oneshot and here it is. Disclaimer: My grammar is total trash and I bet some words are wrong, too. I tried my best and I hope you're all still able to understand anything😅

Freezing night air flows into the room through the open window, only the moon enlights the room in pale light which makes the already bleak room seem even more loveless. The steady beeping of the hospital equipment to which she is connected has become a familiar sound in my head, almost as if it had always been there.

A shiver runs through my exhausted body and pulls me back to reality. Here I am, once again in a hospital. One too many times in a damn place like this. I saw too many beloved people hurt or worse; die. I should be used to it but how can someone get used to it to see family and friends suffering.

A lump forms in my throat and I have to swallow, again tears run down my face. My gaze falls to my side, to the bed next to me, the bed in which the woman lies I love the most. Eliza.

The last weeks I have spent only at her side and nothing and no one could have stopped me. How could I leave her after I already failed to protect her.

It was Deimos plan, his bomb but I was the one who found the location for the "Nighthaven armory deal", I stumbled into his trap and yet she's the one who payed for it. That's not fair, it should be me lying here fighting for my life, not her. If I could I would take her place without hesitation. All I can do is stay at her side and hold her hand as she becomes weaker and weaker, as her life drains away with every breath.

The doctors have given her time, more than enough. I know that myself. But I had hope, a small part of me still have to this very moment and yet here I am to say goodbye.

I know Eliza wouldn't approve seeing me here like this, she would tell me to carry on as usual, to fight, that she's not worth it but I can't. She's the fighter who never gives up, not me....

I'm no doctor but even I can see on the small ECG monitor that her heartbeat is getting slower and weaker. I want to look away, don't want to see it, don't want to hear it, just don't want it to be true.

I put my forehead in front of hers, the tears from before have become an uncontrolled torrent and wet Eliza's pale face.

I know it's happening, but I don't want it to happen. I am so afraid. Of waking up every morning in a world without her, of king to work without an Eliza Cohen rushing through my office door and shit talking about something, of going to sleep at night without feeling her warmth, of having to "live" my life without ever being complete again.

"Liza, my poppy flower, my fire, my heart. Don't you dare to ever forget how much I love you because I will never. The next time you wake up we will be separated but I hope you know that I would never leave you and I know one day we'll meet again, no matter where no matter how. I will find you in any universe at any time. I am your spirit, your fallen angel." A sob escapes me before my voice fails completely.

One last time my fingers stroke her soft red hair, her cheeks, her mouth and one very last time our lips meet and for a moment everything feels normal, that familiar feeling of her closeness, her smell, just her.

"Goodbye"

[mcavoy-girl]

The life you lived

You watch the officers take him away, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You then turn around and walk away. Your mother follows you inside the house. She grabs your arm, making you turn around.

"How could you?" You ask.

"I had to.."

"No, you didn't have to!" You interrupted her.

"I love him, more than you ever could think!"

"No, you don't, you just think you do"

You let out a sigh, kneeling down to take off your heels. You straighten up again, looking straight at your mother with glistening eyes.

Then you walk away to your room, this time your mother doesn't follow you. She just watches you go.

5 years later, the war has started. You're nurse at hospital, which is located on the country side. You just needed to get as far as you could get from your family, from your old life, from your past.

You are putting the supplies away at the storage room, when nurse running by says that there are soldiers coming. You run out of the room, following her, rounding the corners until you reach the lobby, which is swarmed with soldiers and nurses. You get right to helping the soldiers as best as you can. Then you are asked to tend to one specific soldier. They say he's asking you, you hurry towards the room, where the injured soldiers are located in.

You see the area secluded from the other area with plain light brown curtains. You move the curtains, slipping inside. You turn around, seeing him lying on the bed. You stare at him, he looks at you.

"Robbie" You whisper.

"Y/N" He whispers back.

You walk to his bedside, sitting down. He grasps your hand, squeezing it gently. You let your eyes check him out for any injuries. Only one you can see is that he has his arm bandaged. You put your lips against his, kissing him. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You break the kiss, putting your foreheads together.

"You have to back to the battlefront, don't you?"

"I don't know, but I hope not"

You nod.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes"

"Then follow me"

He gets up and follows you.

"Now, we'll go and ask someone if you have to go back"

He nods.

"Hey, sir, we have a question for you!" You call out to the higher rank soldier.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I'd like to know if he has to back to the battlefront?"

"I'm afraid so, we need every single man we can get"

"Alright, thank you, sir"

He raises his hat for you, walking away.

You turn to Robbie, sad look on your face.

He pulls you in for a hug, whispering in you ear:

"Marry me?"

You grab his hand, going to find a church. Soon you're inside the church, holding hands, standing in front of the priest. Robbie's two soldier friends, Nettle and Mace are there as witnesses.

"Now I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride"

Robbie pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours.

*small timeskip*

You're at the trailway station, saying goodbye to Robbie.

"Come back to me" You whisper in his ear. He says nothing, just kisses you from the train window.

You step down to the ground, holding his hand until it slips from your grasp. You see the train go further and further away, watching it go until it has disappeared from sight.

*another timeskip*

You're at a small house in the village you spent your time with Robbie until he had to leave to go back to the war.

You stand on the balcony, staring at the sea, you haven't heard from him from a long time.

But you know that he'll come back. You go back inside, seeing the higher rank soldier through the window you encountered earlier at the hospital. He's holding a letter, you already know what it reads. You open your front door, collapsing down to your knees, as the notifier approaches you.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your husband has died of septicaemia"

You thank him in whisper, he kneels in front of you, putting the letter in your palm, shutting your hand around it. Then he kisses your head, standing up and leaving. You stay on your knees on the ground. Then you hear small footsteps coming towards you.

"Mommy, where's daddy?"

You look up at your and Robbie's children with glistening eyes.

"Daddy isn't coming back"

Your children walk to you, wrapping their small arms around you.

You let out a small cry, whispering:

"Daddy is never coming back"

You shut your eyes, memories flashing through your mind. The day you first met him, the happiest moments of your life with him and last time you ever saw him.

You whisper into the air:

"If you must die, die knowing that your life was my life's best part"

Weeks later after you have buried him, you receive a small package in the mail.

You open it, seeing Robbie's few belongings, including the stack of letters and photos, cigarettes and a lighter. And of course his wedding ring.

You let single tear roll down your cheek, dropping down on the letter on top. It was never delivered to you. You read the text in it.

"I'm coming back to you"

Except he never did.

You're lying on your bed, surrounded by your children and grandchildren, your eldest child is holding your hand.

"Mom, it's okay, go meet dad, you deserve it" The eldest one says, smiling at you.

You smile at them, looking at every and each one of them. You then look up and mouth:

"I'm coming to you, my love"

You shut your eyes and let out your last breath on Earth. Then you open your eyes, letting out your first breath in Heaven, standing inside the house, you smile. You then look around the small house, it's just like you remembered it. Even the knife Robbie did leave on the table is there just like the day he left to go back to the war. You open the balcony door, stepping out. You breathe in the sea air. You lower your gaze to the beach, seeing him standing near the waterline. You smile, running down the balcony stairs.

You come to a stop right in front of him.

"Hello, my love" Robbie says as he turns around to face you. He pulls you into a hug, vowing to himself that he'll never ever let go again.

You pull back, looking up at his dazzling blue eyes.

"I've missed you so, so much"

"I know, love, I know, I've missed you too"

He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, watching the sunset together, for the first time but certainly not the last time in forever.

The end.