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rose24207 · 5 months ago

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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!

#lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando x you #f1 #fluff #dad!lando #hospital #pregnancy

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richeeduvie · 12 days ago

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Hi! so i was thinking about baby and baby jr as always and can you like give us more details bout “the birth” and roman losing his mind

"So like..." Roman's nose twitches, and he looks to the floor. Mouth thin, blood rushing to his face. "I can't touch my wife? You're telling me I can't touch my fucking wife?"

"We need room for medical staff to do the best they can--"

"...You know what? Fine. Touching my wife is how we got into this situation in the first place."

"Roman."

Roman looks to Baby, her eyes pleading with him. The lines of his face falter. He turns back to the doctor.

"Why do you need so many people to work on the both of them? You're lying to me that this will be okay, which it will be because if anything happens to either of them...well, yeah. Fuck you. Fuck, just--I'm sorry but you're lying to me. Why?"

The doctor looks at the Roy with all the pity in the world.

"I understand the fear you're having--"

"No, you fucking don't."

"And I'm aware that the way the situation looks, it can cause even more worry. But for the sake of Mrs. Roy and your baby, we need you to settle."

Settle? Settle? No. Settling, relaxing means Roman doesn't fucking care, like his body isn't about to eat his heart. He'll fly off every handle in this shitty little hospital because that should do something. He needs to be doing something for the both of them. Right? His fear and rage can change the way things cannot fucking be?

"Roman, come here."

And somehow, he'll always listen to her.

He makes way to his wife, she manages to take his hand with a wince. His brow raises with sharp, pained inhale at that.

She kisses his knuckles.

"The both of us are going to be okay, okay? That's what you promised me. And apparently, you're always fucking right...so let us be okay, and let them do their job."

Roman brushes his hand over her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just let us be okay."

He looks to her stomach, a bump too small to be here.

"Okay."

........BONUS PART.........

You watch Roman, who has somehow fallen asleep while standing up over your daughter's incubator. You know why, the reason is beautiful and pitiful altogether, but if he didn't force you to stay in bed, you'd do the same.

He's afraid that she'll stop breathing, and it's not even where he'll be able to call someone immediately if she does, it's just that he's sure she won't stop breathing if he doesn't take his eyes off her.

You walk towards the both of them, body in pain from the surgery and fear that's still there like the moment isn't over...but she's here. And you love her already. Her daddy does, too, to the point of a fear that might kill him. He might collapse right now.

You swallow, coming up at the sight of the tiny, tiny baby you get to call yours. She's so little. And perfect, somehow. Even after everything.

Even when you can see her heart beating through her chest.

"Hi, baby."

Roman jolts.

"What? What happened? Is she--"

"She's fine. She didn't go anywhere."

You press two fingers to Roman's cheek, turning his sleepy head towards your newborn, earlyborn daughter.

You watch him stare. Unblinking. Eyes hard and soft.

"Yeah. Better fucking not. I'm watching you."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #succession fanfiction #roman roy x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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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

#scream 4 #charlie walker #rory culkin #charlie walker x reader #scream movie #charlie walker x you #male x female

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robbinghisdick · 1 year ago

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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.

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#sladick #dick grayson #slade wilson #dc universe #sladedick #elani grayson #my writing

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novarine-schvatel · 6 months ago

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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.

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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!🥹🫶

#niran pruksamanee #overwatch niran #overwatch #lifeweaver #lifeweaver x reader #angst no comfort #satya vaswani #symweaver #angst #iloveniranpruksamanee

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erikahenningsen · 1 year ago

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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.

#rejanis #mean girls #mean girls the musical #mean girls 2024 #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #janis sarkisian #janis ian #found this half-written in my drafts and i have no idea how long it's been there #have i exhausted the visiting regina in the hospital trope yet #ask #anonymous #prompts

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xxxxkny-abdlxxxx · 4 months ago

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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...

#demon slayer age regression #kny agere #demon slayer #little!rengoku #rengoku shinjuro #rengoku kyojuro

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elskanellis · 1 year ago

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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.

#it's national poetry month!!!#matthew dickman #american poetry #us poetry #21c poetry #coffee #the threads in this one lads

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xxsksxxx · 2 years ago

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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.

#xfiles #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #fictober23 #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #the x files #fictober event #fictober 2023 #xffictober #xffictober23 #i wrote this #Liberating the Mirage

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juliasdowntonstuff · 1 year ago

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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.

#cobert winter writing exchange 2023 #Cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023 #cobert fanfiction #cobert #robert crawley #cora crawley #downton abbey fanfiction #downton abbey

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no-one-likes--a-mad-woman · 4 months ago

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At first glance, for just a moment, she didn't even realize that it was Abraxis who had entered the room, the giant bouquet so large, it hid their face. However, who else other than Abra would've brought her such an extravagant arrangement in the first place? Despite the pain she was in, a small smile tugged at the edge of her mouth. She was wondering when she'd see them. Lying here in this hospital bed, all she'd really been able to do, aside from watching bad cable, was worry about all of the possibilities. Though she obviously had no idea who, someone had gunned her down in the graveyard and while she supposed that it could've been any old someone, it felt personal, as if someone had been given orders to go out, find Alice Pallas, and shut her up for good. Though she had no idea who might be behind it, she admittedly felt paranoid and was unsure of who she could trust, aside from those in her family. And though they were almost positive that Abraxis would never do anything to hurt her, she couldn't let herself just simply discount the fact that they were on the Council.

Letting out a small sigh in response to their question, she nodded and said "Yes, please. I need...Tylenol or...Aspirin or something." Shifting slightly in her bed, she said "On second thought, maybe Tylenol is a bad idea. My liver's already been through enough..." God, what she wouldn't give for some fucking morphine right now. But that was a road that she frankly didn't have any time to go back down again--not now and not ever.

The last glance that she'd given Abraxis was across the crowd a few nights ago during the Halloween festivities. She'd been absolutely tickled that, by mere chance, their costumes had ended up matching. They'd agreed to meet after most of the night's festivities had died down, as they were still on the down low--however, she hated to imagine Abra standing there waiting for her, possibly thinking that she'd blown him off—meanwhile, Astarion had been fighting to save her life in that godforsaken graveyard. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of that bloody scene.

I tried to come sooner. A genuine smile graced her lips, almost hating how easily they could make her smile. Giving a small nod, she said "It's okay... It's been...really hectic these past few days, so..." Finally getting a good look at the flowers, she said "Damn, that is a hell of a bouquet. You must really like me." Even in pain and put up in a hospital bed, she still had her wit. "Why don't you put those down and come over here?" she said, beckoning them. It was difficult--as weary as she was to trust anyone that wasn't a part of the Pallas clan, she'd also missed Abra. "I was wondering if you were going to come and see me." I apologize for my tardiness. She couldn't help but chuckle at this. "I suppose you're forgiven," she said, hoping that her playful tone was getting through the haze of pain and exhaustion she was currently experiencing.

Alice, what have you gotten yourself into? She could hear the playfulness in their voice as well, though she wasn't sure how to answer the question, mostly because the truth wasn't sexy or fun or amusing. It was scary. Shaking her head and giving a small shrug, she said "Honestly... I don't know. I don't know why...or who... But I'm... I'm afraid that someone's after me." Okay, maybe that wasn't the entire truth--she had an inkling as to why and it had everything to do with what she'd been investigating and sticking her nose in places that it didn't belong.

were it permitted—though firmly discouraged by the vigilant nurses—abraxis webb, wielding their tenuous authority as a city council member, would have been the first to visit alice pallas alongside her family. yet, it seemed that even their position in city council held no sway over certain immutable regulations, rules as unyielding as the city itself. nevertheless, abraxis arrived bearing a bouquet so extravagant it seemed to carry the weight of spring itself—a cascade of pink and white roses, delicate hydrangeas in shades of pink and purple, sprigs of fragrant eucalyptus, gypsophila’s gentle whispers, purple asters, and the soft hues of limonium. the sheer size of the arrangement obscured their face as they entered, a dark figure cloaked in the essence of persephone, carrying an almost mythic touch of renewal and rebirth into the sterile hospital room.

despite alice’s predictably cranky demeanor, amusement flickered across their features like sunlight through a canopy. she was as sharp as ever, her wit untouched by her ordeal, and this reassured abraxis in a way words could not. setting the bouquet on a nearby table, their head tilted slightly, caught in the spectacle of her resilience. yet beneath their outward composure, an undercurrent of dread stirred. they had fought the nurses, argued with the bureaucracy, all the while haunted by the persistent fear of losing someone they had only just begun to hold dear. but they offered no hint of this as they spoke, their tone gentle yet earnest. “you’re in pain?” they asked, voice laced with concern, though they attempted to soften it with a hint of levity. “should i track down a nurse? i’d be cranky too if i were in your position.”

the last time they had seen her was after their so-called arranged meeting—a casual diner dinner and a nightcap that abraxis, with quiet fondness, privately considered their second date. it had been far too long for their comfort, given how fleeting and fragile life often proved to be. they hovered awkwardly now, reluctant to sit, their restless gaze drifting over the medical devices tethered to her. they noted the absence of a morphine drip yet found solace in the rhythmic hum of her heart line coloring the monitor with life.

“i tried to come sooner,” they admitted, the bitterness of frustration clinging to their words. “but i was told only family was allowed—protocol.” their lips tightened briefly, betraying their irritation at the bureaucratic barriers that had kept them away. the hesitation in their voice betrayed the tender uncertainty of their position in her life. after all, what name could they give to this infatuation that had taken root in their chest, blooming with both wonder and trepidation? for all they knew, it might be one-sided, a fragile bud destined to wither. they cleared their throat, pushing past the discomfort. “i apologize for my tardiness.”

as they spoke, their arms folded across their chest, a gesture both defensive and self-soothing. their eyes lingered on her, softened by a quiet vulnerability. over the past few weeks, abraxis had come to realize that alice was their achilles’ heel—a source of unguarded emotion in an otherwise carefully measured existence. their smile was tentative, almost shy, a tender bloom that hinted at feelings not yet spoken. “alice,” they began, their voice warm but laced with quiet exasperation, “what exactly have you gotten yourself into?”

#tw: hospital #tw: injury #tw: gun mention #tw: drugs #tw: blood mention

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maladaptive---daydreamer · 3 years ago

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Secrets - Jacob Black

“No, Y/N! Move!”

You felt as though all the wind in you got knocked out as you flew backwards. There was a deep throbbing sensation before it all went dark.

When you awoke, you could tell from the sounds and the smells that you were in a hospital. You took a while to open your eyes knowing the glare from the fluorescent ward lights would sting. Your throat felt dry and your skin tight. Slowly you pushed yourself up into a seating position to fully take in your surroundings. The ward was relatively empty, just you and another person who chose to close the curtains around their bed. Porters were walking up and down the corridors pushing carts of food and the occasional patient. One of the nurses popped her head through the doorway and nodded with a smile, acknowledging you were awake. You looked to your side to see an empty chair. There was a faint indent of someone's behind etched into the seat letting you know that, until quite recently, you had a visitor. You rifled through the cabinets on either side of your bed hoping to come across your handbag or your phone, hell even your clothes just to make sense of why you were lying in a hospital.

“Ms Y/L/N, good to see you finally awake”

You looked up to see the face of Carlise Cullen.

“I- what happ-” You asked slightly groggily.

“I’m glad you’re awake” He repeated, shining a light into your eye.

“How long was I out for?”

“You came in 5 days ago, we kept you sedated for 3 before weaning you off.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“You were brought into the hospital unresponsive. We completed scans of your body and found that you had a slight fracture on your t8 vertebrate and increased pressure in your brain. We conducted a ventriculostomy where we drilled a small hole in your skull and inserted a plastic pipe to drain out the excess cerebrospinal fluid and restore adequate blood flow to your brain.”

“How-”

“All they told me was you hit your head, hard.”

“Who’s they?”

“What is the most recent thing you remember, Y/N?”

You closed your eyes and tried to think back to your last moments but all you could remember was waking up and getting ready for your day.

“The last clear thing I remember is getting up to brush my teeth”

“And what time would you say that was?”

“Around half 8 in the morning?”

“Some short-term amnesia is expected, I’m afraid I can’t give you a definitive time frame for when you’ll remember, or if you’ll remember, but you were brought to the hospital at 3.40 pm by Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater and Jacob Black.”

“And where are they?”

“Sam and Seth stayed until you came out of surgery, Jacob stayed the entire five days, he left a short while ago for a shower and a change of clothes.”

“Do you know when I can go home?”

“I need to run some tests just to make sure that your brain function is normal and to check on your spinal fracture and once those are fine, you’ll be free to leave. Would you like me to call your mother?”

You nodded.

“Great, ill be back in a few moments to take you up to radiography.”

Your scans and tests came back normal. Your mum dealt with your discharge paperwork and prescription while you got changed into the clothes she brought for you. Carlise prescribed some pills to keep the swelling on your spine down and to manage the pain and, strict bedrest for the rest of the week to make sure you didn’t damage your spine further. You hobbled your way out of the hospital and to the car. The drive home was silent, you could tell your mum was itching to say something but she held her tongue. She silently helped you up the stairs and into bed.

“Bella came by yesterday to drop off your bag and your phone. I’ve plugged in an extension cord and left it on your bedside table. Try not to move too much. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” She said, fluffing your pillows and making sure you were comfortable.

You mumbled a small thanks before turning your attention to your phone. It was dead so you plugged it into the charger and let it charge for a while until it switched on. You were greeted with a flurry of text messages from your friends asking about your whereabouts and sending you well wishes for your recovery.

Ignoring those, you typed out three text messages to the three boys involved in your ’accident’, “What the fuck happened to me?”. Sam and Seth’s replies came almost instantaneously at the exact same time, consisting of the same message, “Ask Jacob.”. Growing increasingly angry as you read over each text a few more times, you called Jacob’s phone. To no one's surprise, you were met with his voicemail. You cut the call and called again, only to be met with his stupid voicemail greeting for a second time. On your third ignored call you decided to leave a message. “I don’t know what happened in the 8 hours before I turned up in the hospital, Sam and Seth have told me to ask you, my mum is acting weird and I don’t know why. I don’t know what you did but I want answers and I want them now, so grow some fucking balls and give me them”. And then you waited.

For the entirety of your bedrest, you waited for Jacob to call back but he didn't. You waited to hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs but you didn't. Bella and Edward had visited a couple of times. Angela came almost every day after school to catch you up on the gossip of Forks high, and to make sure you didn’t fall behind. Paul and Quil dropped by while your mum was at work, somehow managing to nimbly climb in through your window to avoid you moving around. They avoided the topic of Jacob completely, chalking his disappearance down to him being ‘busy’. You knew better than to press on the subject so you dropped it, deciding to wait until you were able to move before you ran up on him.

“Rise and shine, you’ve got your freedom back today” Your mother sang, pushing open your curtains and pulling off your duvet.

You rubbed your eyes as you stretched out. “What time is it, Jesus”

“6”

“Mum, I don't have to leave for school for another couple of hours” You groaned in annoyance as you pulled the duvet back up and over your head.

“You haven't washed your hair in days. The sponge baths only did so much. I love you, but you’re smelling a bit ripe”

She had a point, deodorant, bodyspray and dry shampoo could only do so much. You reluctantly got up from your bed and went into the shower. You could still feel a slight dull ache in your back but Carlisle said that was to be expected. Any discomfort you felt immediately dissipated when you felt the hot water hitting your skin. You scrubbed the build-up of grime that had accumulated from your scalp, massaging it lightly. Although it was a quick shower, you were sure you had never felt so clean before in your life. You got out of the steamy bathroom and went back into your room. Your mum had kindly left some toast, a banana and a mug of tea on your bedside table so you tucked into your little breakfast whilst quickly checking your texts.

Angie: so excited 2 have u back in school

Y/N: just happy 2 b free :’)

Angie: gotta catch u up on gossip

Y/N: LOL, ttyl need 2 get ready xo

You quickly finished your breakfast before applying some moisturiser to your damp skin. There was only just enough time for you to dry your hair before you grabbed your school bag and your car keys and left.

Your first day back was filled mostly with your classmates asking you what happened and you responding and telling them you had no idea. As each person asked you, the anger you had burning inside you for Jacob only grew stronger. You could have potentially died that day yet you had no answers for what exactly happened. Not knowing a single detail about something that could have derailed your entire life was infuriating. From your third period, all you could focus on was getting out of school and driving to the reservation. Your friends tried to stop you from leaving so soon, insisting that you needed to celebrate your freedom but you fended them off, promising to celebrate your freedom another time.

As you drove out of the school car park, you slowly drove past Bella and Edward making sure to initiate eye contact with both of them. They knew what happened, it was obvious, and just like everyone else, they were leaving you in the dark. You parked your car behind Billy’s truck and slammed the door shut.

“Jacob Black you get your ass out here right now” You shouted, stomping your way to his house.

Billy was the first person to come out and assess the commotion. “Y/N-”

“Usually, I’d be happy to see you Billy, but right now I want your cunt of a son to come out and stop ignoring me.”

“He’s in the barn, working on his bike” He muttered with a small smile.

You nodded in thanks and angrily walked over to the barn. You took in a deep breath to centre yourself before you practically busted the door down. Jacob’s head snapped up in surprise at the intrusion. “Y/N”

“Embry, Quil, get out.” You ordered. They both looked to Jacob who nodded before getting up off their seats.

“We’re really glad to see you’re okay Y/N” Embry mumbled as he walked past.

Once you heard their footsteps retreat, you turned to face Jacob.

“How fucking dare you?” You screamed, brandishing a spanner that found its way into your hands.

“Y/N-”

“No! How DARE you treat me like this.”

“Let me-”

“NO, you’re going to listen to me first. I’ve spent the whole week knowing that I have hours of my life that I can’t account for. I don't know where I was, who I was with or how you, Sam and Seth were the ones to get me to the hospital. All anyone has asked me is 'how did it happen?’ and I’m just as knowledgeable as they are. Any time I’ve tried to get answers I get told to ask you. When I try and ask you, you ignore me. I want to know the truth. And I want to know it now”

“I can’t tell you the truth”

“Oh wow, you’re really going to hit me with this bullshit?!”

“I can’t, Sam would kill me”

“Read my lips, Jake, I don’t care. I want the truth.”

He stood silent for a few moments. “Fine, but we need to go somewhere first”

“Why?”

“We just do, but I promise you, you’ll get the truth”

You reluctantly followed Jacob out of the barn and towards the forest. The two of you walked in silence, you trailing a few steps behind him. Jacob had the advantage of being physically fit over you, allowing him to walk over the uneven forest floor and hop over the gnarled tree roots that spread across the muddy paths. It didn't take too long for your calves to burn as you tried to keep up with Jacob, both in speed and orientation.

“How much longer?” You asked, stopping and leaning on the side of a tree to catch your breath.

“10 minutes” He replied, turning his head over his shoulder.

“Are you serious? My legs are going to fall off”

“The more breaks you take, the longer it'll take”

You mimicked his patronising comment and began walking again, only to misstep and trip. You landed on the mud with a light thump.

“For fucks sake” you muttered, wiping the mud from your hand and slowly getting up.

“You okay?” Jacob asked, rushing to your aid. You could have sworn you saw his breathing speed up as if he was panicked.

“Just tripped, I can’t keep up with your long ass legs.”

Wordlessly, Jacob swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style. “Now you don’t need to worry about keeping up with me” He smirked, looking down at you.

“Jake put me down”

“If I put you down we won't get to Sam’s until tomorrow”

“Why are we going to Sam’s?”

“You’ll find out in a bit”

“I’m so sick of being in the dark-”

“I told you, you’ll find out the truth soon”

“That's the - you know what, you won't understand, I give up.”

“I don’t understand what?”

“Nothing”

“No, tell me, make me understand” His steps became harder and faster, you could tell he was starting to get frustrated.

“ Don’t you think I’m scared? I have 0 recollection of what happened that day. There is this huge gap in my timeline and I can't come up with an explanation for it, I can't try to piece memories together and come up with some kind of explanation. On top of that, everyone around me seems to know what happened apart from me.”

Jacob’s lips parted as if to say something but he kept silent. The rest of your walk was filled with a sort of tension. It was an odd tension because despite how irritated you were by Jacob, you felt a sense of peace, some comfort being held by Jacob. If your younger self could’ve seen you at that point, she would've combusted on the spot. It was cliche really, crushing on your best friend, but you couldn’t help it. Jacob was the only one that you felt understood you. He was supportive and always knew how to make you laugh. When the rest of the guys would exclude you from games, he’d always try and find a way to get you back involved. For a while you were starting to think that maybe Jacob liked you too, he was starting to notice the little changes in your appearance and making more plans with just the two of you, alone. That was until Bella came to town. It didn’t take you long to realise where his affection was really directed.

“Well, get ready to get your answers,” He let you down gently and walked into the open front door. You trailed in behind him slightly cautious. You were greeted by Sam and another woman, she had a huge scar on the side of her face.

“You must be Y/N, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiance,” she said softly.

“I didn't know-”

“I like to keep it on a need to know” Sam stated, crossing his arms.

“I just baked some croissants, why don't you grab one”

You looked over at the dining table to see a plate piled high with glossy freshly baked croissants. Jacob took a seat and you followed suit. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and went to fill yours up. “Before you say anything, there are no bits”. You nodded and took a croissant, tearing a chunk off and tasting it.

“These are insanely good, Emily” you gushed after swallowing your mouthful. She beamed back at you from the kitchen.

“So let’s cut to the chase. You want to know what happened last week.” Sam said, leaning against the huge kitchen island.

You nodded.

“what do you remember about those Quileute stories Billy used to tell us at bonfires”

“They can turn into wolves or something, like werewolves. They knew witches. What does that have to do with this? They were stories we were told as kids”

“What if I told you they weren't stories?”

“Werewolves don't exist”

“You wanna prove her wrong, Jake?”

Jacob sighed as he grabbed you by the arm and took you back outside Sam’s home. He took off his t-shirt and threw it to the side.

“I didn't want a strip show” You scoffed.

He scoffed and turned around, pulling his shorts down and throwing those with his shirt. He turned again to face you “All I’m asking is that you don’t run. I have more to explain but this part is easier shown.”

You nodded, trying to tear your eyes away from the bulge in his boxers. Jacob jumped off the deck and all of a sudden, you were met with a huge brown wolf.

“You’re fucking shitting me”

“Nope, clear as day. He's a werewolf, and so am I. So are Quil, Paul, Embry and Seth."

The wolf- Jacob, took a few tentative steps closer to the deck, you copied his actions stepping off the deck and meeting him in the middle. He jutted his head forward and you ran your hands over the soft fur on his head. Jacob pushed his head into your hand and you scratched the top of his head and under his jaw simultaneously. He panted happily, moving his head so you could reach the right spots.

“He's like a massive dog” You called out laughing.

Jacob growled in response and sat up.

“He told me to tell you to respect him, he's a wolf, not a dog.” Sam chuckled.

“How?-”

“Werewolf things, we can communicate telepathically.”

You looked from Sam to Jacob, bewildered.

“He’s gonna change back, you might wanna turn around if you don't wanna see his junk” Sam said, turning around to go back inside.

You stepped back and covered your eyes with your arm. It took a few moments but you heard a quiet zipping sound and dared to take a look at Jacob’s muscular torso.

“So this only explains a part of what happened. The rest is, well, complicated” Jacob followed sams lead and returned to Emily’s kitchen table.

“Uncomplicate it for me then.”

“Do you remember the stories of the ‘cold ones?’“

“Kind of?”

“Marble skin, ice cold, no need to eat or sleep, consume blood, more commonly known as-”

“Don’t fucking tell me there are a bunch of bloodsucking vampires running around here too”

“The Cullens”

“THE CULLENS? As in EDWARD Cullen? As in Bella’s boyfriend?”

Sam and Jacob nodded.

“That’s hilarious, you and Edward are both sworn enemies due to your nature and rival lovers”

“Shut up”

“Back to the topic, on the day in question, you came to the rez to see Jacob. Only Bella and Edward were there too, asking us for help to deal with some newborn leeches. Tensions are already high between the pack and the Cullens, so when they come on our land asking for favours, you can imagine how things go. Things got a bit heated between Paul and Edward, he can barely contain his anger on a good day so he phased. Jacob was stood next to him, so he phased too, to keep him in line”

“Cool story but where do I fit in here?”

“Somehow, during all the testosterone, you got too close. No offence but were all over 6ft tall, so it wasn't that hard for you to get lost in the crowd. When Jake phased, he hit you with his tail and you kind of flew backwards and hit a tree.”

An awkward silence settled over the three of you.

“Well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the full story” You joked, cutting through the tension.

“This is something the two of you need to talk out, Em and I will be upstairs if you need us.”

“I think we’ll walk back to my dad”

Sam nodded. “I’ll see the two of you later.”

You gave a small smile and got up and left Sam’s home.

“Hold up, you’ll end up tripping again”

You refused to laugh at Jacob’s joke, choosing to face ahead rather than look at him.

“Are you going to ignore me now?”

You ignored him again.

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand but you shook him off.

“Y/N, I’m being serious. Stop. Look at me.” He grabbed a hold of your forearm, using a bit more force and pulling you towards him. “Please, just look at me”.

You looked up and stared into his eyes. His beautiful chocolatey brown eyes. The eyes you would stare into as a child during staring contests; the eyes you would search for in a crowd of unfamiliar people; the eyes that would meet yours in serious moments that you weren't supposed to laugh in, making you both dissolve into a fit of laughter; the eyes that had been following Bella’s every move for the past couple of years.

“Hurts doesn’t it? Being ignored?” You said, quietly, not breaking eye contact.

“You know why I couldn't tell you”

“But you did tell me,”

“After I got Sam’s approval”

“How hard was it to get Sam’s approval while I was in the hospital?” You pulled away from him and continued walking.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt”

“So what, now that you’ve waited a few days the threat of me knowing the truth has just disappeared?”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t have found out until after we dealt with this newborn bullshit. I didn’t count on you showing up at my house, lack of foresight on my part I guess”

“I still don’t understand what this changes for me? Apart from me staying far, far away from the Cullens”

“They’re vegetarians, they only drink animal blood. But that's beside the point.” Jacob stopped and picked up a small log, snapping it into bits like it was a twig. “I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain this to you”

“Most of us first phased when the Cullens came to town. It's in our DNA, the smell of the bloodsuckers triggers the change. Forks had been free of vampires for the last few decades, so were the first shifters here in a while. The problem is, vampires are like an infestation, when you have one, you have a million more. We’ve been hit with threat after threat, first this woman trying to kill Bella, and now all of this newborn nonsense.

“Bella is just a human and she's stuck in the middle of all of this, this is what knowing does. It’s just not safe”

You felt your heart sink at his mention of Bella. “So you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to get in the way?”

“Yes-”

“Right, I see that I’m just an inconvenience now.” You scoffed.

“No, I didn't mean that. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to get involved in all this. Not to mention, your mum forbade me from telling you unless it was necessary”

"My mum knew?"

"She's always known, you could say our families have some history,"

“Well despite what the both of you decided, not telling me got me hurt too”

“I know, and that's why I stayed away because I tried to protect you, I tried to keep you safe and I failed.”

“Wait, do you think that it was your fault?” You stopped walking for a second.

“Well of course it was. I threw you against a tree. You fractured your spine, they had to drill a hole in your head. You could’ve died.” Jacob turned to face you, his chest heaving. “I always thought the bloodsuckers were the monsters and we were the protectors. I nearly killed you, Y/N, so what does that make me?”

“Hey, now it's your turn to look at me” You rushed forward and held your hands to Jacob’s cheeks. “You are not a monster. It was an accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and in the heat of the moment, things went sideways. And yes I could have died. And yes that is a very scary thought. But I’m not dead, hell, it's like nothing even happened. I know I'm angry, but I'm only angry because you kept it from me. Now that I know you run around with wolves in your spare time, I’ll call ahead before I come over. I’ll even buy some dog treats to keep in my car”

“I’m a wolf, not a dog, huge difference.”

“Tomato, tomato. I guess at the end of the day, you thought you were doing the right thing by keeping it from me”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“I don’t know myself, it's like I just had to play with wolfy you and I felt better. I guess all that research into the health benefits of pets is right”

“So I’m your pet?”

“Whose a smart boy? You’re a smart boy” you patted Jacob on the head, messing his hair up slightly.

“That’s it” Jacob placed one muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Jacob put me down”

“No,”

“Jacob.”

“You’re slowing me down.”

“JAKE”

“I’m not listening to you”

You accepted defeat and let Jacob carry you back to his home. Once he let you back down, you stumbled slightly, feeling lightheaded from all the blood rushing down from your head. Jacob scrambled to hold you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, frantically looking for any other signs you were hurt.

“Headrush, I’m okay” you responded, blinking.

“I see you’re both back” You both turned to see Billy sitting on the porch. “I assume you’ve told her?”

“Oh yeah, I know about Jake’s secret double life”

“And...”

“Dad-”

“What does he mean by and? What else were you supposed to tell me?”

“It appears I have put my foot in my mouth”

“Just a little bit, thanks dad”

“What-?”

“Let's go into the barn”

You sat down in your designated spot with Jacob flopping down directly next to you.

“Whoa, designated seats are out the window huh? Must be serious.”

He ignored your comment and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “What do you think about soulmates?”

“Bit of a random question but I think they exist”

“Elaborate”

“I guess I feel like we all have that one person out there for us that allows us to be the best versions of ourselves. Someone you can laugh with one second, cry with the second and argue with the third.”

“Do you think you have a soulmate?”

“I’d hope so” You chuckled slightly. “what do you think?”

“I have one and I know exactly who she is. It's just complicated”

“Let me guess, she's in love with a vampire?” It was now Jacob’s turn to laugh.

“Actually, it’s not her. We have this thing called imprinting, in my world,”

“I’m sorry, ‘In my world?’ You sound like one of them old white guys telling strangers his war stories"

“It's a wolf thing, you kind of just look at her and you know it. It's like gravity just pushes you towards her. She becomes your entire world. Nothing else matters but her. You become overwhelmed with this desire to be close to her, to touch her, to keep her safe. You would go to the ends of the earth just to keep her happy. At first, I thought it was sappy bullshit but honestly, the entire world could be burning down behind me, but I wouldn’t care as long as she was with me.

“When I first phased I hoped it would be Bella. I tried my hardest to force it but I looked at her and I felt nothing. And then I saw Her, and I realised how stupid I was to ever even want Bella in the first place. She smiled at me and it reminded me of all the reasons why she was so perfect for me.”

While you were happy that Jacob was no longer pining over Bella, your heart still sunk at the fact that he was unconditionally, head over heels in love with a girl that wasn’t you. The realist in you had tried to convince the hopeless romantic in you that you and Jake were friends and only friends but there was a small part of you that held out hope that one day he would see what was right in front of him.

“I’m really glad you found her Jake, you deserve it.” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face.

“Do I? I nearly killed her”

“You’re on a bit of a hot streak, first me and now this girl” You joked, trying to lift the mood.

“It technically only counts as one”

“What do you mean, it's obvi-”

“I nearly killed my imprint when I nearly killed you,” He turned his head and looked at you with a small smile. “Suprise”

Upon processing Jacob’s revelation, you sat up straight and replayed his words a few more times in your head, just to be sure you were hearing correctly. Your entire body turned to face him “just to be clear, you imprinted on me?”

“Who's the dumb one now?”

“I’m being serious, it's me?”

“Yes, it's you. It will always be you”

“I’ve waited to hear you say that since we were 11″ You couldn't help but break into a genuine smile.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile like that”

“I’m not beautiful all the time, wow?” you hit him playfully on the arm

“No of course you are, you’re just especially beautiful when you smile, genuinely” He took your hand and pulled you closer to him.

“Hmm good answer” you muttered, resting your head on his chest.

“I was an idiot for not seeing it earlier.”

“How long have you known?”

“A year”

“A YEAR?!”

“I didn’t know how you’d react”

“You’re gonna have to make that year up”

“I intend to,”

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just a little something i wrote because i can't escape the idea of being like a big sister to Max, being Hopper's daughter AND dating Steve

You had that burning sensation in your eyes that you had become familiar over the past few days, the dim lights of the hospital room, meant to create a calming atmosphere, made you feel even more exhausted if possible. You rubbed your eyes, hoping to soothe the sting, but it was useless because the ache wasn’t just physical.

Sometimes you sat next to her bed, holding her hand carefully and drawing small circles with your thumb. Other times you chose the chair in front of the bed, painfully watching her, pale and still, lying there. You talked to her or read her a book or just poured out your guilt, apologizing over and over, for not being there, for not protecting her.

Max's limbs were in casts, a cervical collar cradled her neck, keeping her in place, and her breathing connected to a machine. You got used to seeing her like that, but the first time you walked into the hospital room, your knees buckled, and you didn’t even realize you were falling until Steve caught you, his strong arms the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely. The nurses had rushed to your side, one of them placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as they administered a tranquilizer to calm you down.

—She’s... she’s going to be okay, right? —you had asked, your voice breaking, but you already knew Steve didn’t have the answer.

The first week, you and Lucas managed to keep a routine. One of you stayed during the day and the other one during the night. At some point you stopped noticing the disgusting smell of the hospital and the discomfort of sitting in that chair for hours doing nothing but keep her company. The nurses told you that you should go home and have proper rest, the doctors tried to cheer on you. At some point, it was harder to leave the hospital than go to it. Lucas never stopped visiting Max, it was that you never left.

It was common for Steve to visit the hospital every day. He always started by approaching Max, placing a gentle kiss on her temple and running his fingers softly through her hair. Then, without fail, he would turn his attention to you. He made sure that you had slept and that you had had breakfast, and if not, he'd go to the cafeteria and buy something for you. His insistence that you take care of yourself was unstoppable. Every day, he tried to convince you to leave the hospital for just a little while, take a shower, get proper sleep in a bed instead of that uncomfortable chair, change into different clothes. And every day, you refused.

At one point, Steve took matters into his own hands. He packed a bag for you with some change of clothes, one of his hoodies, the book you were reading before all of this happened, and some snacks. He also brought you to the hospital a small pillow and a cozy blanket which were the only two things you used because the bag was still packed in the corner of the room that Steve placed it, untouched, a reminder of his care.

Steve was starting to get worried. He tried to talk to you but you didn't listen. There was only one person you would listen to.

The knock on the door made you blink and run your hands over your face to brighten yourself up. By the time it was, you assumed it was either Steve or Lucas, but you weren't expecting both of them. Much less with your dad.

—Steve! What a surprise! —Joyce said after opening the door to him, quickly hugging the boy. —Oh, but I'm afraid she's not home. She's at the hospital. Steve nodded. —I know, I came to see Hopper. Joyce's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She asked no more questions and moved aside so Steve could go inside.

—The infamous Steve Harrington in my house. —Hopper greeted him, not needing to move his eyes from the newspaper to know that it was Steve. —She is not–

—She's not here, I know. That's why I came —. Hopper frowned and left the newspaper on the table, noticing Steve's worried look. Steve caught Jane and Will's attention, the two of them went into the living room, greeting Steve and took a sit on the couch. Jonathan stopped working on his birdhouse to listen to the Steve.

Steve cleared his throat, glancing over at the family. —She doesn't leave the hospital. She's not okay. She's not eating, she's not sleeping, she's not showering. No. She’s just there… all day, every day. And I don’t know how much longer she can keep going like this. I… I don’t know what to do anymore, Hopper. And I've tried to talk to her but she won't listen to me. Without a word, Hopper pushed himself up from the chair. He never said anything about you spending your days there because your dad knew how much affected to you what happened to Max, but Hopper thought that you were taking care of yourself. —I wanna go —Will stated. —I wanna go too —Jane added. —No, I'm going —Jonathan said. —You can’t all go, —Hopper said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. —This is something Harrington and I have to handle, okay?

—Hi, baby —. Jim approached you and kissed your the top of your head. He didn't need much time to appreciate the redness in your eyes and the bags under them. You were curled up in the chair, probably trying to find a comfortable position to rest. —How are you doing?

You nodded to his question as Jim grabbed one of your hands and played with it while sitting on his ankles so he could be at your height. Even though you nodded, it was pretty obvious that you weren't okay. He waited a few seconds.

—Jane and Will miss you, they both ask about you all the time, and Jonathan too because he doesn't know how to handle them both without you. And Joyce–

You shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze, you knew what he was trying to do. He waited again.

—We need to go home —. Hopper said gently.

You shook your head, more determined this time, Jim nodded, closing his eyes and kissing your knuckles.

—I can't go home.

Hopper pressed his lips together.

—I don't want her to be alone. She can't be alone in here, if she wakes up, she's gonna be so scared–

—She won't be alone, baby. Lucas will be here with her while you're gone, and then you can take turns like you used to do.

Steve never heard Hopper talk in such a sweet tone before. You turned to look at the boy and Lucas nodded, assuring you that Max was going to be fine. You let out a sigh and tears started rolling down your cheeks. Being by her side was the least you could do for her and now you couldn't even do that.

—Hey, hey, no, no... —Hopper stood up and hugged your body against his, you resting your head in his belly as your tears wetted his shirt.

Steve had to pinch the bridge of his nose to keep himself from crying, Lucas felt a lump forming in his throat. Your dad hugged your head closer to him.

—You will come back, but you need to take care of yourself first, okay? —Hopper kneeled in front of you, holding your cheeks between his big hands and wiping your tears with his thumb. —I might even let your boyfriend sleep over.

You smiled softly. Hopper kissed your forehead and glanced at Steve. Your dad shook his head for him to approach you while Hopper went to take your things.

—Hi, love —. Steve kissed your cheek, you hummed in response. —He's letting me sleep over so we should go before he changes his mind.

You showed him the little smile he was looking for. Steve helped you to stand up from the chair, holding both of your hands.

—I wanna say goodbye.

Steve followed your eyes and nodded.

You walked to the bed where Max was lying, your eyes getting glossy with tears again at the sight of your best friend. You took one of her immobile hands between yours. —I'm sorry, Max. I'm so sorry. I'll come back as soon as possible I promise —. You leaned to kiss her forehead and caressed her hair with your free hand. Then, Lucas hugged you, rubbing your back and Steve wrapped one of his arms around your waist. Your dad carried your bag and opened the door for both of you.

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