#whatever happens we will cry in any case

[izzysillyhandsy]

Izzy's Gravy Basket

While discussing Izzy's looming end of season extravaganza (apparently Con's acting is so good we're all gonna lose our minds) on this poll, and maybe in connection with my episode 8 speculations here, @nicelimegreen put the thought of Izzy's own personal gravy basket in my mind - and I love it so much I have to write about it.

While Ed and Stede already let us see into their minds (and it was fascinating!), we haven't had anything like that from Izzy. And true to my firm belief that OMFD is a story about three central fuckups, an Izzy dream scene/hallucination would be absolutely perfect for the season finale to bring everything together.

Also, the unhinged enthusiasm of people who have seen all the episodes, specifically relating to Con's performance in episode 8, leads me to believe that there's something dramatic coming.

And why not Izzy's own purgatory?

I know, this makes it 3 death scenes in one season (plus 2 toe snips, an amputation and possibly torture?) which I would find a bit much even in hurt/no comfort fanfic, but it kinda is that kind of show, isn't it? (and I love it)

The fascinating question is, of course, what would Izzy's purgatory look like? (Please reblog and discuss, I'm going crazy with anticipation in general and about Izzy's conclusion specifically)

Let's look at our blueprint: Ed's gravy basket

Central conflict: self-hatred, fear of being a bad person, lack of self control, unloveable, no one cares if you live or die Location: beach, hut, cliffs Representation of self: Captain Hornigold, retired Pulling him out of it: Mermaid Stede <3 (I messed all of this up. I'll never leave you. You're safe.)

For Izzy, in my opinion, the central conflict is "What am I?" (from initially, "What am I to you?"). His arc this season is becoming a well-rounded person who can stand alone (first step: get a unicorn leg) and isn't (co-)dependent on his captain.

But that might not be all there is. Ed's death was directly connected to his conflict. I can't see how Izzy's death is caused by him becoming a more realized person.

Except... maybe this is a conflict between self-actualization and self-sacrifice. I've said it before, I sense a lot of guilt about something in his (and Ed's) past. Something about others paying the price for your ambitions (Letting someone die or driving them to suicide? Killing someone you love?).

Izzy spent a lifetime in the shadow of another man, propping him up (as best he could). Maybe there's a reason for this level of self-abandonment?

The location could be many places really - we know nothing of Izzy's past. It has to be quiet and introspective though, so I suggest a lake in some lonely place (Edward Teach born on a beach, Israel Hands born in the Midlands). Or a ship - because, at his core, Izzy is first and foremost a sailor.

Much more interesting is the person who'll be there with him. Keeping in line with our blueprint, it could be someone from Izzy's past.

For Ed, it was his feared captain who traumatized him deeply but also influenced large parts of his outwards persona, his conception of piracy and appropriate pirate behaviour. These are parts Ed hates about himself and that make him unhappy, and it ties in with his central conflict of course.

But for Izzy it could be the exact opposite. If it truly is a person from Izzy's past, it's very difficult to speculate who (that's why we need a scene like this - we know nothing about the fucker!).

I all comes down to how Izzy sees himself. Contrary to Ed, I don't think Izzy's conflict is self-hatred, so the person representing his self won't be someone Izzy hates.

I also don't see someone threatening - it is more likely someone in need of guidance, someone vulnerable and "weak". Maybe someone who wasn't strong and able enough to do their fucking job (and Izzy should have done it for him, then).

So who could that person be? It could be someone who was dependent on Izzy a long time ago, maybe someone he let down because he didn't protect/guide them properly. The person could be connected to the spade (traitor's?) tattoo or the ring on his cravat. It could also be a young Ed, who Izzy tried to take under his wing (for the record, I do firmly believe that Izzy taught Ed quite a few things, maybe not all he knows though).

He could also be alone 😢

I don't think Izzy wants to die like Ed did (he's doing quite well right now), but we've got 3 episodes left - who knows what'll happen. The guilt could play into it, or a feeling of this is how it was supposed to happen, I've paid my debts.

In any case, right at the end, someone will come and pull him out.

In spite of the crew being Izzy's love now, they've already saved him in Ep4. I think this time it should be Ed who comes for Izzy. I can also see Ed and Stede both being explicitly needed (Izzy has two hands).

I think there's a possibility Izzy won't drown though - maybe he'll burn in a wood/house/ship fire. A self-imposed fiery death in hell seems fitting with the guilt-theme somehow. But that's just me probably. Water works perfectly well too.

For the rescue, I am struggling to come up with something even half as perfect as a mermaid, I mean Ed and Stede can always ride in on a unicorn (bit of a double meaning there, but whatever), but that doesn't feel quite right - maybe Ed with a shark's tail? Someone else will have a brilliant idea I hope!

Going with Izzy's assumed conflict of self-actualization vs. self-sacrifice (and protection of others), the thing he needs to hear to bring him back would be something like "it wasn't your fault", "be happy" and "I/we want you in our lives but be your own person" (just a little more poetic maybe).

Conclusion: Izzy's purgatory will tell us something (harrowing I'm sure) about his past. Con's acting will be off the charts. We will want to thank him face-to-face (I've wanted to do that from the start, so...)

But Ed or Ed and Stede both will bring Izzy back - he'll thank them in his usual charming way and they'll live happily ever after <3.

Hope this wasn't too scrambled! Thoughts?

[pardonmydelays]

all jokes aside, our show is in sixteen days and i've never been more anxious about anything in my entire life

[xanothersideblogx]

Chat what the Fuck

[izzy-b-hands]

today should be a t break day

bc I'll need it to be more effective in the coming days if we see family, and then I'll have the survey shifts

but since late last night i keep randomly nearly breaking into tears and thinking abt the stupidest shit that needs to stay in the box in my brain

so idk. maybe it will be. it is thus far. but I'm not leaving my room without a container of some edible or another in my pocket either

[riarnu]

:u

[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 10

Summary: Bella endures her transition to a Vampire while Y/N's condition continues to worsen.

TW: Mentions of death/injury/illness, lack of regard for the feelings of others, medical testing, needles, blood.

The Cullen family was left unscathed after Jacob imprinted on Renesmee. The Wolves were forced to abandon their quest to kill the child, but tensions were still high. Y/N had been released from her quarantine and had finally been allowed to move about the house freely.

She took full advantage of her newfound freedom, but there were some things that Carlisle still wouldn't allow. Y/N was not to step foot outside the house unless someone was with her. She became quickly exhausted after any kind of physical activity and her heart beat would become irregular. Carlisle was strict about her having a companion in case something were to happen.

Y/N walked along the road with Jacob Black by her side. He had been focused on Renesmee since he had imprinted, Bella was still in transition and he felt responsible for the baby girl. Jacob had been incredibly tense as he watched over Renesmee and Carlisle encouraged him to take a moment away. Jacob went reluctantly and the pair walked in silence until he looked over at her.

"Why exactly do you need a babysitter?" Jacob asked.

"I'm dying," Y/N stated simply.

"What? I thought that Vampires couldn't die unless they're torn apart," Jacob said.

"Apparently they can... I bleed, I cry, I eat and my body is falling apart for no apparent reason," Y/N said.

"That sucks," Jacob said.

Y/N huffed a laugh, "Yeah, it does," She replied.

"Still doesn't really explain why I'm following you around though," Jacob said.

"Carlisle said that my heart beat is irregular. He's worried that something could happen to me while I'm alone," Y/N stated.

"Have you left your house at all since you started becoming human?" Jacob asked.

She glared at him, "I am not a human," She corrected quickly.

"Well, whatever you are then," He amended.

"No, you and your wolf friends had my house surrounded. Remember?" Y/N questioned.

"So, you're pretty new to not being a bloodsucker then, huh?" He asked.

"I guess you could say that," She replied.

"Do you want to go into town for a bit? Maybe we can get some actual food," He offered.

"I would do anything to leave that place right now. Since Bella died, Carlisle has devoted the entirety of his time to testing me for anything he can possibly think of. Then I have to sit there and watch Edward stay by his wife as she magically comes back from the dead. Don't even get me started on that rapidly growing demon that they produced... It's like my own personal hell," Y/N said.

Jacob laughed and Y/N shot him a serious look, "I didn't realize that I said something funny," Y/N said.

"It may not be funny, but it is ironic because I was in love with Bella and I was ready to kill Edward when she died. Then I went to get the baby to hand over to the pack and in some ridiculous twist of fate, I actually imprinted on her. Now I practically live in the house with the guy I hate, the girl I used to love and their daughter," Jacob said.

"If I weren't going to die horrifically, I might actually say that you have it worse," Y/N replied.

"We're just two of the luckiest people around, huh?" He questioned, she nodded.

"Where are you taking me then?" Y/N asked.

"A diner. I'm going to get you the biggest and most greasy burger they offer along with fries and a milkshake," Jacob listed.

"All of that sounds absolutely repulsive, but I'm excited to try it," She said.

"Good," Jacob nodded.

The pair returned to the house and Y/N went up to tell Carlisle that she was leaving. She returned after a few minutes with a pair of car keys dangling from her finger.

"He said no to the motorcycle," She stated.

"Maybe another day," Jacob replied, holding out his hand.

Y/N placed the keys into his palm, "I'm definitely riding on a motorcycle before I die. I'm trusting you to make that happen," She said.

"I can definitely do that for you," Jacob assured.

They made their way down to the garage and got into one of the cars. Jacob started the car and opened the garage before driving out onto the road.

Y/N settled back into her seat as she looked out the window, "Just for my own curiosity, how long does it usually take for someone to come back from the dead?" Jacob questioned.

"Usually takes about three days. The morphine that Bella had in her system could definitely have an effect on it though," Y/N stated.

"Three days of waiting," Jacob huffed.

"At least she's not awake and screaming like the rest of us were," Y/N said.

"It hurt that badly?" Jacob asked, glancing over at her.

"The worst pain I've ever felt. It was like every nerve being scorched and having your skin peeled from your body. It was misery," She said.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," He said.

"It gave me a lifetime of pain and loneliness like I have never known before. I would have chosen death a thousand times over," Y/N replied.

"Who was it?" Jacob asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Y/N said, looking over at him.

"Who was it that broke your heart?" Jacob clarified.

Y/N hesitated, "Carlisle first and Edward second," She answered.

Jacob scoffed, "Well, with that information, you definitely earned the title of having the worst situation possible," Jacob said.

"I've always been an overachiever," She deadpanned with a smirk.

Jacob smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the diner, "Ready to eat?" He asked.

"I'm absolutely ravenous," She replied.

The pair got out of the car and made their way into the restaurant, they were sat in a booth and given a moment to look over the menu.

Y/N stared at the laminated sheet with wide eyes, finding herself overwhelmed by the options as she slowly opened the menu.

"Wow, this is a lot of stuff," She mumbled.

"Do you want me to just order for you?" Jacob questioned.

"That would be lovely," Y/N replied.

"Do you have any preference on milkshake flavor?" He asked.

"The last meal that I had as a living person was probably boiled cabbage and stale bread. You can pick whatever you want and I'm sure it will be better than anything I've ever eaten," She replied, closing the menu and sliding it to the edge of the table.

"Point taken," He nodded.

The waitress returned to their table with her notepad and pen in hand, "What can I get for you two today?" She questioned.

"For drinks, we'd like one chocolate and one vanilla milkshake. And for food, we'll get two of the bacon cheeseburgers with fries," Jacob listed.

"Perfect, I'll get that going for you," The waitress nodded, collecting the menus and moving off to the kitchen.

"Why did you get two different flavor drinks?" Y/N asked.

"So you can try both and keep whichever one you like best," Jacob shrugged.

"That's very kind of you," She said.

"It's no big deal," He replied.

"It is to me," Y/N stated.

The drinks came out quickly and the food followed shortly after. Jacob put two plastic straws into the milkshakes and slid them across the table to her.

Y/N leaned forward, taking a sip of the vanilla milkshake before moving over to the chocolate and taking another sip.

"What's the verdict?" He questioned.

"I like the lighter one more," She said, tapping a finger against the side of the first glass.

Jacob slid the chocolate milkshake back over to his side of the table, "Good choice. The vanilla one is my personal favorite," He said, taking a sip from the same straw.

"You can have it if you like it more," Y/N said, moving to slide it over to him.

"You're the one who's new to human food. You get to keep the milkshake that you like best," Jacob said, resting his hand over hers and pushing it back over to her side of the table.

They ate and chatted about their lives before reluctantly returning to the Cullen house.

"I had fun tonight. You're pretty cool for an ex-bloodsucker," Jacob said.

"I had fun too and I suppose I should say thank you," Y/N replied.

"It was definitely meant as a compliment," Jacob assured, "And you can feel free to come find me whenever you want to go on another nature walk or do something ridiculously stupid just to cross it off your bucket list," He continued.

"I will definitely take you up on that," Y/N nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Sleep well," He said.

"You too," Y/N replied, making her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

...

Y/N stood in the shower, lathering the shampoo into her hair before stepping under the water. She washed the soap from her scalp, allowing the warm water to run over her skin. Y/N lowered her arms as her heart began to race in her chest, she let out a shaky exhale and leaned into the wall.

Y/N suddenly felt lightheaded and exhausted, breathing heavily as she slid down the wall weakly. Her arms fell in front of her body limply as she leaned into the wall, eyelids fluttering as she struggled to remain conscious.

"Carlisle," She called softly, her voice was barely audible over the sound of the water.

The shower curtain was pulled back suddenly before Carlisle reached in and turned off the water. He stepped away, grabbing her robe before kneeling down next to the bathtub.

Carlisle maneuvered her body around easily, slipping her arms through the sleeves and wrapping the robe around her body. He tied the belt at her waist before slipping his arms underneath her and lifting her into his arms.

Y/N's head rested on his shoulder as she closed her eyes, head pounding as her heart raced in her chest. He carried her into her bedroom before carefully setting her down on her bed.

Carlisle brought over the vitals machine, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around her arm and placing the probe on her finger. Y/N grimaced as the cuff began to inflate, but she was far too exhausted to say anything.

"Your blood pressure is incredibly low," Carlisle stated, reaching over and resting his hand on the side of her neck.

His fingers found her pulse point easily, feeling the rapid pulsation of her heart against his fingertips.

"I don't feel good," She mumbled shakily.

"I'll get you on fluids and we'll see if that helps," Carlisle said.

Y/N closed her eyes, unable to do anything besides breathe as her body began to shiver. Carlisle returned with a bag of fluids and a primed line, hanging it up on the pole beside her bed.

"Are you cold?" He questioned, noticing the way her body trembled.

She nodded silently and Carlisle stepped into her closet, he returned with a long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants.

"Not mine," Y/N mumbled.

"Alice thought that you should have something comfortable and warm to wear," Carlisle said, setting the items on the edge of her bed.

He helped her dry off and get dressed before getting her settled in the bed. Carlisle sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, tying the tourniquet around her arm and flexing her wrist as his eyes scanned her skin.

Carlisle cleaned her skin with an alcohol wipe before opening his needle and removing the cap. Y/N turned her head away as he pushed the needle into her vein, he held the cannula in place as he retracted the needle. He connected the tubing to the cannula quickly before laying a clear dressing on top of it.

Carlisle pressed the edges against her skin carefully before reaching up to grab his IV tubing and connecting it to her. Y/N looked over as he stood up, programming the machine and opening the roller clamps.

The fluid slowly began to drip as the infusion started, "You should try and get some rest. I'll be back to check on you in a bit," Carlisle said, she nodded.

Y/N drifted off into a dreamless sleep before Carlisle had even stepped foot into the hallway. She slept for hours, body shivering silently as she struggled to retain her warmth. Carlisle added a few more blankets on top of her, but nothing seemed to help with the icy chill that had come over her.

Carlisle slowly made his way into the living room where the family was sitting. Esme held Renesmee in her arms while Rosalie watched them with a fond smile.

"Jacob, could I borrow you for a moment?" Carlisle asked.

"Sure," He nodded, standing up from his seat and following Carlisle down the hallway.

"I have a bit of an odd request and you can refuse if it makes you uncomfortable," Carlisle said.

"What is it?" Jacob asked.

"Y/N had a bit of a medical episode tonight," Carlisle started.

"Is she okay?" Jacob questioned.

"She's fine, but she's incredibly cold and I can't seem to get her temperature up," Carlisle said.

"I can definitely help with that," Jacob nodded.

"Thank you," Carlisle replied, leading Jacob down the hallway to her bedroom.

He opened the door and stepped inside, allowing Jacob to make his way into the room before closing the door gently.

"Jeez, how many blankets do you have her buried under?" Jacob asked with a smile.

"Five, I believe," Carlisle stated.

Jacob moved around to the other side of the bed, stepping out of his boots before lifting the blankets and laying down beside her.

Jacob shifted closer to her and she turned towards him in her sleep, immediately drawn in by the heat he gave off. Jacob wrapped his arms around her and guided her body into his side.

Y/N let out a soft breath, her head resting on his chest as she soaked up his warmth, "She's freezing," Jacob muttered, rubbing his hand over her back gently.

"I'm not much help in that department, unfortunately," Carlisle said.

"Well, I got it from here," Jacob assured.

"Just be conscious of the IV and call for me if something happens," Carlisle said, Jacob nodded.

Carlisle made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind himself carefully. Jacob settled back into the pillows, brushing his hand over her back until he eventually drifted off to sleep beside her.

Jacob awoke when the sky was dark, he turned his head to see Carlisle standing at the bedside. He hung a new bag of fluids on the IV pole before connecting it and pressing a few buttons on the machine to restart the infusion.

Y/N stirred slightly in his arms as Carlisle programmed the pump, eyes fluttering open slowly. Her brows furrowed as she pulled away from him slightly.

"What's going on?" She mumbled.

"You were cold," Jacob replied.

"How are you feeling?" Carlisle questioned.

"I'm fine," Y/N replied, laying back down on her back beside Jacob.

"I can go if you want," Jacob offered.

"No, it's too cold in this place," She huffed, lifting the blankets up higher over her body as her teeth chattered slightly.

"Here," Jacob smiled, reaching out and pulling her closer to his side.

He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned her head back against his shoulder as his hand settled on her arm, "Better?" He questioned, she nodded and closed her eyes. Carlisle smiled softly to himself, quietly exiting the room and closing the door.

"I know you're not here for me, but I still appreciate it," Y/N said softly.

"You're probably one of the best living people in this house right now. Us humans need to stick together," Jacob said.

"Still not human," Y/N mumbled tiredly.

"Whatever you say," Jacob replied, rubbing his hand over her arm gently.

...

Carlisle opened the door to Y/N's bedroom and paused when he realized that the bed was empty. Jacob had stayed with her for a few hours before returning to the living room to be with Renesmee. She had been asleep when he last checked on her and the empty bed made him nervous.

"Y/N," Carlisle called.

"In here," Y/N replied softly.

He stepped over to the bathroom and pushed the door open, finding her sitting on the floor in front of the toilet with her back leaned against the wall. Y/N was incredibly pale with dark bags under her eyes, exhausted and weak as she looked up at him.

"Are you alright?" He questioned.

"I can't stop throwing up," Y/N mumbled.

"How long have you been in here?" Carlisle asked.

"An hour," She replied.

"Why didn't you call for me? I could've given you something to help with the nausea," He said gently.

"Feels like someone shoved a hot branding iron down my throat," She muttered.

"I could get you some water or tea to help," Carlisle offered.

"Just want to sleep," Y/N stated.

"Can you stand?" He questioned, looking down at her.

"No, everything hurts," She grumbled.

Carlisle nodded, kneeling down and sliding his arm underneath her body before lifting her up into his arms. Y/N let out a soft whimper, grimacing in pain and gripping onto him as he picked her up.

Carlisle turned around and set her down on the countertop. He prepared her toothbrush before passing it to her, wetting a cloth under some warm water as she brushed her teeth.

Y/N leaned over and spit into the sink, Carlisle took the toothbrush from her hand and offered her the cloth. Y/N wiped the cloth over her skin, arms falling limply in her lap as she breathed heavily, utterly exhausted from the simple act of wiping her face.

"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked.

"No, I'm not and I wish you'd stop asking me that," She snapped.

Carlisle didn't reply, giving her a moment to rest as he put everything away. He stepped back over to her when her breathing rate had returned to normal.

"Ready?" He asked, she nodded.

Carlisle lifted her into his arms carefully before he carried her into her room and placed her down on her bed. Y/N grimaced as she laid back, closing her eyes as she took a few shaky breaths.

"How bad is the pain?" Carlisle questioned.

"Terrible," She stated, growing irritated with his questions as she struggled to get comfortable.

"I'll get you something for the pain and the nausea," Carlisle said, standing up from the edge of the bed.

"Or you could just snap my neck now and put me out of my misery," Y/N offered.

"That's not an option and you know that," Carlisle replied gently.

"What quality of life do I have, Carlisle? My teeth are falling out, my body aches like I have broken glass flowing through my veins and I can't do simple tasks without feeling completely exhausted. I am miserable and it isn't going to get any better," She stated.

"There are still things we can try, Y/N. You were doing incredibly well a few days ago, we don't have to jump to extremes just yet. Pain medications, sedatives and anti-nausea drugs can drastically improve your comfort level," Carlisle said.

Y/N scoffed, "I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a narcotic haze as my body shuts down," She snapped.

"Dosages can be adjusted. It doesn't have to be that way," Carlisle assured.

"You've done as much as you can for me. It's time to give up," Y/N stated.

"That's not what you really want," He said.

"How would you know what I want? You haven't cared enough to know me for an incredibly long time, Carlisle," She said.

"You're right... I haven't been there for you in the way that you wanted, but I'm here now and I want to help you," Carlisle pressed.

"You can't help me," Y/N stated firmly, "But you can let me go," She continued.

"We can talk about our options tomorrow. You should try and get some rest," Carlisle advised.

Y/N shook her head, looking away as Carlisle made his way out of her bedroom and closed the door.

Edward stood in the hallway, "She wants to die?" He questioned.

"She does," Carlisle replied.

"We can't let that happen," Edward stated.

"I'm going to try and convince her to pursue alternative treatment options, but she doesn't seem optimistic," Carlisle said.

"I'll talk to her," Edward said, Carlisle shook his head.

"Bella could be waking up any moment now, she's going to need you. I can deal with Y/N for the time being," Carlisle assured.

"When Bella wakes up, Y/N is going to need someone with her at all times. The bloodlust could overwhelm Bella and Y/N wouldn't stand a chance," Edward said.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Carlisle replied.

"Agreed," Edward nodded.

....

PART 11

[corkinavoid]

I just found this in my notes

Apparently, I woke up at 5:23 in the morning, wrote it down, and went straight back to sleep. Trust my hyperfixated ass to still be making content even as I'm unconscious.

Anyways, yes,

DPxDC Trust Me, I'm an Engineer

Danny is half-ghost, but he is also a child of two mad scientists who spent the better part of their lives elbow deep in building all kinds of stuff out of all kinds of junk. Imagine what their kid, who loves science and engineering as much as they do, if not more, can accomplish?

When he moves to Gotham, he decides to leave all the heroics behind, hanging up his cape. Surely, he will be fine - Gotham has, like, what, six? seven? ten? vigilantes of its own. They don't need any more, and, besides, Danny is fairly certain he doesn't work that great in teams.

But there's just... so much crime happening.

Danny doesn't want to get involved, not really. He's retired. But he wants to help somehow!

So, he starts building unconventional devices for self-defense. A rubber duck that shoots lasers out of its eyes? A fork that turns into a shocker? A rice cooker that defends your home in case of an attack? A pen that transforms into a gas mask? You name it, he can build it.

It escalates quickly. Someone asks him to upgrade a baby carriage to a full impenetrable robot that will protect the baby inside it, and Danny decides why not. It's for safety. He installs countless safety measures so nothing could be triggered by mistake, and even though by the end the carriage doesn't look that much different, it proves effective in the first serious accident. In fact, it is so effective that it saves a total of five hostages, including the baby inside it, who didn't even cry because there are soundproof shields inside and recordings of the baby mother's voice.

Danny builds more of those carriages. Then he switches to home defenses. Then someone asks him to make brass knuckles that turn into a gauntlet shield in case of attack. Danny does a thorough check to make sure it won't fall into the wrong hands, but he ends up making it.

It doesn't take too much time for him to start making full-on robotic suits for people. Bulletproof, running on clean energy - Gotham has plenty of residue ectoplasm - with built-in defense mechanisms and stuff.

It is at this point that the Bats start taking a closer look at his inventions. Before that, they thought it was just some Rogue in the making, and they kept an eye on Danny, but never once has he created anything with the purpose of offense instead of defence, so they let it slide. But then Tim gets his hands on one of the suits and comes back to Bruce, nearly salivating over it.

A few weeks later, Danny gets an internship at WE. A year later, he is invited to work with the JL.

And that's when it hits him.

M e c h a s.

He can do real, actual mecha-suits for heroes. He can make them fit those heroes perfectly, enhancing their strengths and negating the weaknesses.

No alien invasion fucks with Earth anymore, because when they do, the JL just grabs their Danny Fenton Suits and whatever evil aliens were aiming to take control are annihilated in no time.

Maybe Tucker joins him along the way. Maybe Danny has an arms race with Lex Luthor, maybe Cyborg bonds with him over the mechanical rambling. What I'm saying is, cool robots for everyone!

[adoringaffliction]

Study Break

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: handcuffs, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation *moans*, dumbification, fingering, brat tamer!hotch, brat!reader, age-gap, reader is in college

Summary: You get mouthy and Aaron decides you need a break.

MDNI +18

Aaron sat across from you at your guys’ kitchen island. You were entranced by whatever was on your laptop as he spoke,”...and so we were thinking that it had something to do with the suspect from before- Y/n, honey, are you even listening?” 

You snapped up,”What?”

Aaron sighed,”How long have you been working on schoolwork today?”

You immediately grabbed your laptop to pull it closer to you,”I had to finish assignments, this is my last one.” 

Aaron narrowed his eyes and shook his head,”Nope- you’re gonna take a break.” 

You got up from your seat, laptop in hand and backed away,”No! I have to finish this.”

Aaron cocked his head to the side in surprise,”Excuse me? Is that how you talk to me?”

“This is my schoolwork. Get off my case,” You spat. 

Aaron's eyebrows raised as he rounded the kitchen counter. He took steps towards you closing the space only for you to step back and create more. “You’re barking up the wrong tree and you know it. Now hand me the laptop.”

“No! Leave me alone.” You quickly realized you were being backed into a wall. Aaron stood looking down at you sternly. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but you realized you were in for it now. 

“I won’t ask again. Now give me the laptop, you’re too mentally drained to make any more progress,”Aaron stated. 

“But-”

“Nope. Hand it over.” You accepted defeat and handed him the laptop with a sigh. Aaron took the laptop and set it back on the counter in the kitchen. Without looking up at you he commanded,”Go get on the bed. No clothes. Now.” 

“What?” You asked confused.

“Do not make me repeat myself.” 

Your heartbeat began a rapid thump in your chest as you quickly made your way down the hallway. You speedily removed all your clothes and laid on the bed expectantly. Aaron came in through the doorway, his white button-up shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dangling from his right hand a pair of police grade handcuffs. He didn’t say a word until he came up to the foot of the bed. He gripped your ankle and tugged you down closer to him. An involuntary yelp escaped your throat. 

“Give me your hands,” he finally spoke. You obeyed him wordlessly afraid that if you mouthed off even a little whatever punishment Aaron had in mind would only grow worse. He took your hands and lifted your legs to press into your chest, essentially folding you in half. He took your wrists and forced them to wrap around your legs, holding them in positions. You felt the cold metal of the handcuffs press into the skin of your wrists and listened for the click. 

You looked up at Aaron as he stood up straight. You were on display for him. Completely at his mercy. Your hands and legs restrained all you could effectively do was rock from side to side. You stared up at him, eyes blown wide waiting for his next instructions. 

“Do you think it’s okay that you spoke to me that way?” Aaron asked.

“No- I’m sorry-,” you responded. 

“Now, what happens to brats that mouth off?” Aaron queried.

You sighed looking down at your own arms and legs,”They get-.” 

“Punished. That’s right, now you’re a smart girl, so here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to eat you out, and I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and all you can think about is me. Then maybe you’ll learn how important a break is.” 

Your eyes got wider as he spoke and lowered himself to be face to face with your cunt. Aaron covered your pussy in a long broad stroke of his tongue. He dragged the wetness that pooled around your entrance and brought it up to your stiffened clit. Aaron drew tiny circles with the tip of his tongue. Each circle built up the pressure that sat in your lower belly. Aaron wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked it in, releasing a high pitched squeal from you. 

Aaron continued his ministrations until you came for the first time that night. A static feeling was left before it quickly turned into overstimulation. Little whines left your lips as Aaron continued to eat your pussy with no remorse. And as quickly as the pain had arisen it dissipated into pleasure again. 

Aaron smiled into your pussy as his fingers traced your entrance. Aaron’s index and middle finger breached your opening and stretched you out. You almost screamed at the sudden intrusion and Aaron laughed against your clit. 

“Wait- too- too much!” You pleaded. 

“Aw too bad.” Aaron spoke against your cunt continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to brush against the spot that made you see stars. You came for the second time a slow build up pooling in your gut and spilling over all your senses. Letting out breathless moans that quickly turned into yelps as Aaron refused to cease. 

“Please Aaron- I- I can’t-,” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You should've thought about that before you decided to be a brat. Cause now you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” 

Little “ah”s escaped your lips as Aaron pushed you through the aftershocks of your orgasm and into the build up of the third. 

“I- please- can’t-,” you breathlessly forced out.

“Aw, my clever girl, gone so dumb just from me having my tongue on her clit and my fingers stuffed in her cunt?”

“Aaron- please~,” you begged for nothing in particular. Was it for him to stop? Were you begging for release? You didn’t know anymore. Your poor brain had become so foggy and overstimulated that you just couldn’t take it. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to form, running down your cheeks, clumping up your eyelashes until you looked like  a princess. At least that’s what Aaron thought as he stared up at you from between your legs. A final pump and suction of your clit was all it took for you to come again. This time you went out screaming, yelps and choked moans filled your shared bedroom as Aaron finally parted and ended his onslaught of your pussy. 

“Aw you poor thing. That was a lot huh? Tired your poor brain out.”

You sniffled and looked at him as he stood up, chin gleaming in the low-light of the room. The glaze on his chin a reminder of the beautiful torture you just went through. 

“Now, what’s the verdict? Are you gonna listen to me now when I tell you, you need a break?” 

You nodded in response knowing damn well tomorrow night would probably leave you in a similar position.

[luveline]

hi jade!! it’s currently nearly midnight for me, but, i was wondering if we could get some comfort with spencer (or hotch, whichever one is more fitting in your opinion) and his girlfriend when she’s getting burnt out (in case you couldn’t tell this is grossly self indulgent. Oops.) love you jade!!!!!

ty for requesting, love you! fem

Aaron has conducted an investigation on you in the past few weeks. He doesn’t like his findings. 

“You’re acting like me.” 

Laid on his couch with a box of chocolates on your chest, you send him a suspicious look. Jack sneaks over to take one of your favourites in a blur of brown hair and blue pyjamas. You hardly react.

“Jack, did I get those for you?” Aaron asks.

“He can have some,” you say, glaring at him. It’s not necessarily fake anger, but it’s also not real anger either. Annoyance, perhaps, of which you’ve found yourself a victim these last few weeks.

“They’re supposed to make you feel better.”

“Jack being happy makes me feel better.” 

Aaron rolls his eyes. “Alright, but when there’s none of the best ones left, don’t come crying to me.” 

“Come here. I’ve saved you the one with the walnut.” 

Aaron answers your demand. He lifts your legs and lays them across his thighs, and he only eats a chocolate every time you force it into his hand or against his cheek. The gifts he’s been giving you seem to work some in repairing whatever it is that’s getting you down. You have no answers for him —irritates you more, being asked, because you have no answer. 

As far as Aaron can tell, you’re still in love, work is fine, and Jack’s your best friend. He isn’t even doing it in the name of chocolate. Aaron reaches over to stroke Jack’s hair and Jack, apparently too old for fatherly affection, won’t let him do it, but you’re allowed to scratch your nails along the back of his neck. 

At nine, Aaron takes Jack upstairs for bed. Again, he’s too old for stories now, but not too old to get tucked in and kissed goodnight. He thinks of it as a dad win. Jack doesn't fuss. He says, “Night dad,” and “Love you,” and then “Love you more!” when Aaron pesters him. 

“Dad?”

Aaron pokes his head back through the door. “What, sweetheart?” he asks. 

Jack grins. “Can you tell Y/N I said goodnight, please?” 

���Of course I can. Love you three times, okay? Try to sleep now, otherwise you’ll be tired in the morning.” 

Jack rolls his eyes but puts his head down.

Aaron smiles about Jack, his growing boy. He’s worried about you, which has the smile surely fading. Aaron’s worried about you too, but he hasn’t felt like he could do much about it. You’re agitated, restless, tired but somehow not. You’re just drained of all your energy, no matter how much sleep you get. 

Aaron goes down the last of the stairs, following the sounds of you to the kitchen. You’re making two cups of something, Aaron can’t tell. But you’ve stopped at the sink, flaring your fingers, watching the skin tighten around your knuckles. 

“Having that headache again?” he asks softly. 

“I’m sorry for being grumpy all night.” 

“If we had to apologise for grumpiness, I would always be emphatically sorry.” He taps at your elbow until you fall into his chest. “Oh, honey,” he says, a little theatrical, but mostly genuinely sympathetic, “whatever this is, it’ll go away.” 

“Feel garbage and stupid.” 

“You are neither of those things.” 

“I need to get over it, though. I can’t just feel like this. It has to end eventually.” 

“I think by rushing it, you’re actually erasing any progress you’re making. You’re burned out, honey. It could happen to anyone, but it’s happening to you, so why don’t you just let me spoil you for a few days? Ooh, let’s play hooky.” 

“As if.”

“You should actually take a few days off if you feel like this.” Aaron hugs your forehead to his nose forcefully, which makes you giggle all weird. He loves it. “Let me call your doctor, you can get an appointment. Just a few days for emergency mental health care, mm?”

“You are asking me a very serious question but acting very non-serious,” you murmur. 

Aaron kisses your cheek. “Do you want me to be more serious?” he asks sincerely. “Serious hasn’t worked so far. I thought we’d fake it till we make it.” 

You curl your arm behind his neck to stop him from rubbing the scruff of his chin against you anymore, pulling away, meeting his eyes with warmth. “Thanks for saying ‘we’.” 

“You and me,” he says, rubbing you with his chin anyways.

[chaoticwriting]

Part 1

Danny x Cass part 2

The silence is loud in the room. Everyone is staring at Danny with a few glares being straight up hostile. Danny gives the crowd a scan and realizes that the hostile intent comes from 3 figures.

The Batman

Nightwing

Robin

'Huh, that's less than I thought' He thinks to himself. Another figure catches his attention when he sees the guy swiftly typing something on his computer wrists and acting like nothing is happening.

Just as Danny is about to think about how to break this awkwardness, Superman flies to Danny and greets him.

"Errmm, hello. I am Superman. May we know what you mean when you say you are here to help?"

Danny looks confused at that question when his shirt is tugged by Cass. He looks down and Cass climbs his arm and whispers to his ears.

"I have not told them."

Cass then climbs down and happily stands besides Danny holding his hands. Danny can see Batman's mouth twitching at the sight. Danny just smiles wryly but doesn't release her hand.

"I am here to help you deal with Trigon and Darkseid. I have been requested to help all of you by my partner."

Superman looks unsure on what to do next as he looks at Batman for instructions. Superman also realizes that Batman seems to be in a more terrible mood than usual. Not stressed. Not fear. More like agitated and angry.

When he sees Batman not reacting, he turns to Wonder Woman to ask for help. Diana seeing one of her friends in need of help while the other is in another space all together decides to step up and control the situation.

"May I know is it Black Bat that invites you, Mr. Phantom?"

"Danny is fine. And yes, she invites me to help with the crisis. I am also here to meet some of you actually."

"May I know what we could help you with, Danny?"

"Of course. First and foremost, I would like to formally introduce myself. I am Danny Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realm, the Ancient of Space and the Protector of Balance."

As soon as Danny finishes his introduction, the magical heroes kneel down towards Danny.

"We deeply apologize for not properly greeting you, Your Majesty. We are truly grateful for your offer of help."

Captain Marvel leads as the rest of the heroes become baffled at their act. The rest of the heroes are also about to kneel when Danny speaks.

"Please get up everyone. And please call me Danny. I'm not really here for any official stuff. I only tell all of you my title so that we can skip the whole 'Who are you really?' part"

All the heroes stand back up and this time Danny doesn't let the awkward tension last in the air.

"I'm here today mostly because my partner here asks me for help. And while I am here someone asks me to pass something."

Suddenly, the space between Barry and Danny shortens, bringing Barry right in front of Danny. Danny summons a small parchment and hands it to Barry.

"This is for you Flash. This is a fine because you often mess with time and Time doesn't like it when you do."

Barry slowly takes the parchment and reads it. His eyes go wide but before he is about to protest, Danny shut him up by saying.

"If you are dissatisfied with the punishment, you may go talk to CW himself. I'm only here to pass his punishment to you."

Barry slumps his shoulders and goes back into the crowd. The heroes look concerned at Barry as it looks like he is about to cry.

Wally approaches him from behind and taps his shoulders. Barry turns to Wally with water about to burst out of his eyes.

"What happened? Is the punishment so bad? Can we do anything about it?" Wally asks concerned at the state his mentor is in.

"No. This is all my fault. It's because of the time traveling mess I did before this. Now I need to become a servant to Time or Clockwork in this case for 1000 years."

Wally and the other heroes around look very concerned at the statement because even for some of them, 1000 years is a long time.

"No worries, your punishment will only start after you pass away. And after your sentence is done, you can pass on to whatever afterlife you choose."

A sticky note appears out of thin air right in front of Barry just as he is really about to cry. He holds himself back and reads the sticky note carefully. Wally peeks from the side and also sees the content of the sticky note.

"Oh also, CW says to not mess around with time too much anymore. He says he is kind enough to not count all the time where it is technically not your fault but he did say that if you can bring him Reverse Flash he will lower your sentence."

Barry lit up at Danny's words like he just received a Christmas present. He swore to himself the next time he sees Thawne, that guy is not going anywhere.

All the other heroes look at the pair of Flash and decide to ask(interrogate) them later. Now, there is an interdimensional deity in front of them that may or may not be dating one of them.

"So, Danny. May I know how you can help us?" Diana asks carefully.

"I can help you deal with both Trigon and Darkseid. That's it really."

"Is there any price that we need to pay for your help?"

Diana's question alerts all the heroes as they now remember that the one standing in front of them is not just any other normal guy. He is an interdimensional deity and those things usually take something as payment whenever they are asked with something.

Danny looks thoughtful at the question and suddenly a smirk appears on his face. Cass knows what that smirk means. It usually appears whenever Danny decides to do something he deems funny. And his funny usually means chaos.

Batman stares intensely at Danny. He knows that smirk. That is the same smirk any of his kids do before they cause trouble. (I.e glitter bomb his batmobile and change his ring tone to symphony)

"Hmm, I don't really need anything from any of you. After all, I do wanna show a good impression on my future-in-law."

Pin drop silence. The heroes expected many types of responses from Danny. Some of them are even ready to swear eternal service or even their life. But whatever Danny just says certainly isn't one of them.

The silence is broken as a katana flies at high speed towards Danny.

"How dare you touch my sister?!" Shouted a tiny figure.

Danny catches the katana and puts it inside his treasury. He will enchant it later to give back to Robin. Cass says that Robin loves weapons.

Chaos ensues as Batman and Nightwing hold Robin while the rest of the heroes gossiping loudly. He could also see Spoiler just snickering while waving at them.

He sure loves chaos.

Part 3

[melzula]

Ok hear me out. Reader and Zuko go on a run for supplies .Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Zuko gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Zuko later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!

a/n: ty for requesting and hope you enjoy anon !

summary: zuko apologizes and receives something in return

What was meant to be a simple trip into town for supplies had quickly turned into a disaster, and Zuko believed it was your recklessness to blame.

You’d been too preoccupied in admiring a local merchant’s vast collection of sea shells to notice the Fire Nation soldier creeping up behind you, and if not for Zuko shoving you out of the way to take on the man himself you surely would have been burnt alive. Your failure to stay aware of your surroundings and lackadaisical attitude had almost gotten you killed, and the Prince made sure to point this out to you afterward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He scolds you after dragging you out of the marketplace by the arm and back towards camp.

“I was looking at shells, actually, before you so rudely interrupted,” you correct with an impatient roll of your eyes, but the act only seems to annoy him further.

“This isn’t a game, y/n! We didn’t come here to mess around, we came to quickly get more food and go, and we couldn’t even do that because you were too busy looking at stupid shells to notice your surroundings! You could have been hurt or worse!”

“Relax, ‘your highness,’” you dismiss him defensively, harshly yanking your arm away from his grasp. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not dead. I’m fine. You need to stop overreacting and leave me alone!”

Zuko watches with a scowl as you stomp away from him and towards your tent, ignoring the quizzical looks your friends send your way as you shut the flaps closed.

“What’s her problem?” Toph asks with a raised brow from her spot beside the campfire.

“What did you do?” Katara snaps at the boy with an accusatory glare.

“I didn’t do anything!” Zuko exclaims defensively. “As a matter of fact, I just saved her life and now she’s mad at me!”

“Saved her life? What happened out there?” Aang questions with a worried frown. “Was anyone hurt?”

“A Fire Nation soldier snuck up on her while she was distracted and was about to strike before I pushed y/n out of the way and fought him myself.”

“So… what you’re saying is you guys didn’t get any food?” Sokka notes dejectedly only to receive a scolding smack upside the head from his sister.

“If you saved her life, then why is she so upset?”

“I may have been a bit harsh with her after,” Zuko admits reluctantly, awkwardly grasping at the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I was just frustrated that she wasn’t taking her own safety seriously.”

“Look, that’s just how y/n is sometimes. She’s too trusting of her surroundings sometimes, but you have to gently remind her to be careful,” Sokka explains to his friend. “Maybe if you hadn’t yelled at her she would have taken you seriously.”

“Just give her some time to cool off and apologize later,” Katara advises the fire bender. “She just needs her space.”

Frustrated, Zuko lets out a long sigh before ultimately relenting. Katara is right. He just needs to give you some space to process before bothering you again.

By nightfall the moon has risen in the sky and the rest of your group has called it a day, retreating to their tents to sleep and rest for whatever tomorrow may bring. You still haven’t set foot out of yours since Zuko yelled at you, and the Prince has spent the better half of his day groveling outside waiting for you to emerge. He’s beginning to grow impatient, but he’s also extremely worried. You missed dinner, and no one has been able to get you to come out.

Deciding enough is enough, Zuko takes it upon himself to barge into your tent and check on you. Better you be mad at him for invading your space without permission than for something to be wrong with you without anyone knowing.

When he enters your tent the last thing he expects to find is your figure curled up in your sleeping bag crying. Your body trembles under the blankets and your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the space. If you notice his presence you don’t acknowledge it, and Zuko hesitates before carefully sitting himself beside you.

“Y/n?” He calls out softly, gently pulling the covers back to get a look at your face. Water marks line across your cheeks from tears that had managed to dry off your skin, and it takes you a moment to finally meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry for making you mad,” you whisper meekly, voice cracking with effort after hours of minimal use.

“No, you don’t have to apologize. I should be apologizing for how I acted,” he assures you sincerely, carefully wiping away your remaining tears. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was just worried about your safety- I’m not sure what I would have done if something bad had happened to you.”

“You really mean that?” You sniffle, looking up at him with doubt clear in your eyes.

“Of course I do. I know it probably didn’t seem that way when I was yelling at you, but I’ve come to care a lot for you, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

“I didn’t know…” you murmur quietly as you carefully sit up from your sleeping bag to reach eye level with the Prince. “I always figured you just saw me as some annoying girl you had to babysit.”

“Well, maybe at first,” he admits with a sheepish chuckle only to immediately stop when he catches your unamused glare, “but now I look forward to being sent to the market with you. I enjoy your company even if it means having to be more vigilant of our surroundings on your behalf. Can you just promise me that next time you’ll be a little more careful?”

“I promise,” you nod earnestly and, much to Zuko’s surprise, pull him in for a tight hug. He stiffens at first, unsure how to react to the close contact, but eventually he’s able to allow himself a chance to enjoy your warmth and reciprocate your embrace.

Only you could have the grumpy Prince wrapped so tightly around your finger.

| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy

[spidercatweb]

Close Call ★ Emily Prentiss x reader

Warnings: fem!bau!reader, r gets hurt, r has a near-death experience, r goes to the hospital and has to get surgery (she's okay guys don't worry!), lots of description of blood and pain, established relationship, Emily is so so worried about r.

Description: While on a case, r gets hurt badly and Emily is the one to find her.

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: Hiii! Could I request a established Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader where they go on a dangerous mission together and reader get injuried or nearly got hurt, then Emily goes into a protective mode and fusses over reader afterwards?

A/n: this took so long to write eek my apologies... i really like how it turned out and i hope it's good for my first Prentiss fic!!

You wake up with a gasp to the distant sound of Emily calling your name. You can’t see her, and apparently, she can’t see you, because the calling of your name grows more frantic. You attempt to yell out to her – to anyone – but what comes out is a choked gurgle. You spit out a mouthful of blood onto the cold concrete floor.

You shakily lift yourself up to sit against the wall. What happened to me? Your memory is hazy, you don’t remember who or what hurt you. You don’t know where you are. But what you do know is that you’re struggling to breathe, and need your team to find you, or this will be the last place you ever see.

The pain finally registers, you grasp at your blood-soaked side with a cry. You take in jagged breaths, your heart pounds fast. You try to call out to Emily again, you can hear her. You can hear them looking for you. If they could just hear you.

My gun. I have my gun. Guns are loud. Your hands scramble to the holster on your hip. Empty. Shit. Desperate, you look around the room. Your gun is laying in the corner furthest away from you. 

With the strength you have left, you push yourself up onto your feet. You stumble over to your gun, leaning your weight on whatever you can find, fighting the sleepy haze that threatens to pull you in.

You collapse just as you reach your weapon. Grasping it with both hands, you aim the barrel at the open space in front of you, hoping that there’s at least one bullet left in the chamber, you brace for the sound. 

***

Emily hears a loud pop coming from the basement of the building. She rushes towards the sound without a second thought.

“That’s her! It’s her!” Her voice cracks as she fights off the tears forming in her eyes as she sprints through the winding halls, searching for an entrance to the basement. She yells your name once more, waiting, hoping for a response. She listens for any small sound that might indicate you’re still alive.

She spots stairs that lead down to the basement, almost tripping down them as she hurries to you. She doesn’t even check if the room is clear before she rushes to your unmoving body on the cold, hard floor. A trail of blood, your blood, is splattered from one corner of the room to the other. Emily collapses next to you and checks for a pulse. Light, thready. Still alive. 

“She’s in the basement! We need a medic! Now!” She yells into her microphone while putting pressure on your side to slow the blood – the life –  rushing out of you.

“Baby please, please. You’re gonna be okay. You’re okay.” Tears run down her warm cheeks as she cradles your face with her free hand.

***

You come to in the ambulance, someone is squeezing your hand tight, your head is pounding. There’s a stinging, throbbing pain in your side, and there’s an oxygen mask on your face. Your vision is slightly blurred, you blink away this effect and look to your tightly held hand. Who is that? Where’s Emily? The heavily bitten nails give her away, you let out a sigh of relief when you look up to see her face.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, m’here.” Her smooth voice comforts you.

You mumble, “Emily…Y’found me.” A tear runs down your cheek and she’s quick to wipe it away.

“I did.” Tears stream down her own face as she nods.

The paramedic tending to you, holding pressure on your wound, speaks up. “Try to keep her calm, please.” This is directed towards Emily. 

“Thank you.” You smile up at her weakly.

“No need to thank me, hun. I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Feeling woozy, your eyelids grow heavier by the second.

The paramedic catches this. “Y/n, you need to try to stay awake, okay?” She swaps her focus to Emily, “Could you keep her talking?”

***

When you’re brought into the ICU, Emily is forced to separate from you and stay in the waiting area. The rest of your teammates arrive shortly after your surgery has begun, they join Emily in her quiet worrying.

Hotch and Rossi sit, patient but tense. Though there are plenty more chairs available, the rest of the team are on their feet. Morgan is on the phone with Garcia, reassuring her that he’ll call her as soon as he gets news. Reid leans against a wall, keeping an eye out for any sign of a doctor or nurse arriving with an update. JJ comforts Emily, who’s pacing back and forth, gnawing at her fingernails.

An hour passes. Then another. Emily’s eyes dart towards the nurse that just walked into the waiting room. The team goes silent as the nurse calmly strides towards them. She stops in front of Emily.

“Are you waiting for Y/n Y/L/n?”

“Yes.”

“She’s out of surgery and in a stable condition. She’s resting right now, but we’ll alert you when she’s ready for visitors.” She pauses, seeing that the entire team is closely paying attention. “And, when she’s ready, two visitors at a time, please.”

“Of course, thank you.”

Emily turns to the team as the nurse leaves. “She’s okay.” She lets out a sigh as she finally allows herself to sit down. Morgan places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

***

When you’re ready for visitors, the nurse lets the team know. Emily and JJ are the first to come see you.

Your face brightens the moment they enter the room. JJ stands at the end of your bed while Emily carefully hugs you.

“How are you feeling?” JJ steps to your other side, a relieved smile on her face.

Emily kisses you on the cheek before pulling away.

You answer JJ, “Feeling like I got stabbed.” An attempt at a soft laugh turns into a cough. You take a deep breath, “But other than that, I feel better than before. Just pretty sore. They gave me some pain meds though.”

“That’s good. Everyone’s glad you’ll be okay. Penelope’s already planning a gift basket, so don’t be surprised when there’s one waiting at your door when you get home.” JJ huffs out a laugh.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from her.” Leaning your head back on the crinkly hospital pillow, you grin.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a second. I’ll send in Spence and Derek in a few minutes, okay?” She brushes a hand over your shoulder as she exits the room.

“Em, stop looking at me like that, I’m okay.”

“You could’ve died, Y/n. I’m going to look at you however I want.” She brings a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

Leaning into her touch, you smile.

“And don’t even think about getting straight back to work. You need rest, you’re taking some time off.”

“But Hotch won’t-”

“Ah ah, yes, he will. Trust me, he cares about your health. And really, you wouldn’t be useful on the field anyways.”

“I won’t know what to do with myself, I might go insane staying home for so long.”

“You can stay at my place, I’ll use some of my vacation time to take care of you.”

“Em, I couldn’t, I don’t want to invade your space.” 

She huffs out a laugh in disbelief, “You’re my girlfriend, I like having you in my space.”

Pouting, you take her hand in yours. “You’re too nice.”

“And, if you’re really that eager to get back to work, Penelope might let you help in her office. But, you still need to take some time off, okay?”

“M’kay.” Smiling, you nod.

You spot Spencer and Derek lingering in the doorway, watching the scene silently. 

“Em.” You nod towards them. 

She turns around, still seated on the bed. “Looks like you’ve got more visitors.”

You welcome them into the room with a smile. 

“Looking good, princess.” Derek pats your shoulder a little too hard.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer scans over you with worried eyes.

“Better than earlier, pretty sore though.” 

As soon as he gets a response, he glances over to the few monitors showing your vitals. Just to make sure everything looks fine.

“Dr. Reid,” you tease, “I’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“I know, I was just um- It’s very common to have an altered heart rate for a while after surgery, I was looking to see-”

Morgan interrupts. “Pretty boy, she doesn’t want to hear all that right now, don’t stress her out.” 

“Sorry.” He gives you an apologetic smile.

You giggle, “You can tell me about it later.”

***

Hotch and Rossi come to give you their best wishes, then leave to give you time to rest.

Emily stays with you through the night. She sits on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs next to your bed until you manage to convince her to come lay with you.

She squeezes in next to you, slightly propping herself up in a sitting position so that you can lean on her comfortably. That's exactly what you do. You nuzzle into her chest and wrap an arm around her waist.

Lazily pressing a kiss to her collarbone, you hum, “You're warm.”

“Mhm?” Emily places a kiss on the top of your head. “The meds are really getting to you, huh?”

“No, just love you. You're very nice and warm, and you smell nice. Not like a hospital.” You inhale her faded perfume. The scent makes you feel safe, at home.

“Love you too,” she coos, “you should really get some sleep though. It's late.”

Your eyes have already fluttered shut as she finishes her sentence.

“Goodnight, love.”

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[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyy, so I got this idea from This post by @nightingale-prompts so all credits go to them and I hope this is somewhat good and I’m sorry if I butchered it}~

•Demon Boy•

The YJL has failed to stop the cult summoning.

Wait let’s go back for a second and see how we ended up here. The last mission the YJL was on was….a disaster to put it shortly but now is not the time to unpack all of that so their mentors thought it would be safer to put them on a very low risk mission with little to no risk of fighting.

And this was met with less then pleased reaction so here the YJL was in a random town in between Gotham and Metropolis that has only ever had petty crime and the very race villain coming through to get any from the hero’s and the YJL was bored and they thought that they were just going to be here with nothing to do until the could go back to the watchtower and give the most bland report in the history of hero’s.

Until Raven felt a very powerful sudden change of magical power, She immediately told the others and they started to run to where it was coming from which was a very old warehouse and the doors were locked.

So with some help from YJL members who can fly they all got onto the roof where luckily there was a large roof from years of being open to the elements for many years, that’s when they see the group of the probably cultists around a summoning circle and by the looks of it the YJL have to work fast.

So the YJL drop down from the roof and a fight breaks out as some more cultists were in the blind spots from the hole in the roof ~{We’re just going to skip over the fighting as I am terrible at writing that lol}~

The YJL got the cultists down.

Well some are passed out while others are bond with rope that Robin has for…some reason while the more responsible members were talking about how they would explain to their mentors why they didn’t call them immediately but that was cut short as they had apparently missed one as they heard some movement and they saw the most likely head of the cultists put a bloody hand in the circle and it started to fill with a black tar like substance. The YJL all jumped by ready to fight whatever came out of the circle.

The tar from the circle started to make a more humanoid shape and it looked like it was trying to take the shape of someone around the YJL age and after a few seconds the tar shattered like glass with a golden glow and a screech that made everyone cover their ears from the body the tar had made.

The boy? Had short black hair with a few strands of hair being white and he had tired glowing gold eyes, He wasn’t wearing anything on his body but some bits of the tar stuck to him and luckily covered his bits and he had gold markings all over his body.

While the YJL are trying to think about what the hell just happened the boy look to them with tired eyes and equally tired smile and said “Oh Hey~”

…..

OH NO HES HOT

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•Background•

Danny was just catching up with some much needed sleep in his Lair

After about the second year of being a halfa he with Jazz told their parents (With Sam and Tucker outside with a Go-Bag in case this goes down hill) about Danny being Phantom and they were both very surprised and very upset with themselves for fighting him and all the things they said around him and than when Danny asked why they were not upset with him for being a ghost and they said that they love him even if his a ghost because he’s there son no matter what (and no Jazz he is not crying!!)

Maddie and Jack after calming down enough immediately start to go through all their ghost hunting stuff and make it safe for Danny to be around and grab all of their research and put it into box’s and stuff that shit into the attic to never see the light of day again and everything felt perfect for Danny.

Until the G.I.W did something dumb.

They had made a shity bomb that can somehow actually damage the earth very badly if even one thing goes wrong out of some outdated Fenton tech they still had after Maddie and Jack cut all ties with them and they some how got a hold of the blueprints from the portal and remade it and they sent the bomb into it.

You can guess how that went

So now everyone from that planet is dead most people just fade as in their life they didn’t come into contact with ecto but guess who did, The Fentons +Sam and Tucker so now we have

•Jazz who running around the Ghost Zone giving therapy

•Sam who is going with Undergrowth to random world and beating the shit out of people who destroy the environment

•Tucker who is now intuned with his past lives and going to find the people who took his stuff

•Maddie and Jack also running around the Ghost Zone trying to learn as much as possible

And while the others are doing this Danny is just chilling in his lair getting some much needed sleep until he hears the bubbling of tar and the hum of a summons…

Why can’t Danny just SLEEP.

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•Little Facts•

•Like in my Misunderstanding Vampire Au where the Etco looks green in Danny’s world it looks gold in the DC one and for plot convenience and because it would be fucking funny for me Danny doesn’t really notice the difference

•I headcanon that the Ghost Zone is semi-sentient but no thoughts just vibes so when it feels something is going to attack it it just sends it back at them and the Ghost Zone makes whatever is trying to hurt it a power up so when it get sent back whoever did knows not to pull that shit again

•Danny isn’t an Ancient, he’s just chill

•Fade means they didn’t become a ghost while Faded means true death for a ghost

•The YJL are having a Time right now

•Danny just wants to sleep god damn it

•Maddie and Jack are living their best afterlife

•Tucker is wondering why so many people just had his things like what the hell?????

•don’t worry Dani is here to! She’s just jumping worlds to see what she can find right now she’s traveling with two brothers and a angel for some reason

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•Appearances•

Danny- isn’t wearing anything

~{And that’s it! Hope I did this well anyway got to go and terrorize some of the assholes from the church with the local witch coven byeeeeeee}~

[croquettish]

The divorce era is such a fascinating time for me because both Henry and Hans end up doing more or less the same thing (keeping in mind different skill sets) and always with each other still in mind.

Henry is off doing what he's good at (whatever other people happen to need him to do that sounds interesting enough) while Hans is poaching, but both are doing so with the express intent of getting enough money so they can show up at Trosky together.

Hans' language when you find him poaching is fascinating:

We? We?

Hans, are you telling me that you're hoping to provide for Henry financially?

This reminds me again of Hans and his love language of gift giving. He wants so badly to feel useful and to make himself useful to Henry who is, effectively, usefulness incarnate all by himself.

Look, Henry! Look how useful he is with this specific skill!

Henry reminds him that this was not, in fact, the case, and Hans promptly objects:

He doesn't deny this with any sort of backing or evidence, instead he immediately shifts tactics and points out that hell, regardless of the truth, he'll still be able to make a bunch of money to take care of the two of them by doing what he's doing here. No matter what Henry says, he's great at hunting and he even has great bargaining skills that can help them!

Again with that very telling we!!

Which is a far cry from where he was at after leaving the pillory:

Not a single we to be found here. Henry was the one insisting that they'd stick together, that they'd keep going at it together, but Hans insists on leaving. He'll look after himself by himself and go and see von Bergow by himself.

He certainly doesn't need Henry, so he's pissing off (read: you don't need me, I'm a burden, and I've been holding you back all this time).

If Henry keeps pushing at this point that this poaching of his is risky and a bad idea, Hans again reiterates the need for them both to get to the castle:

It's kind of irrelevant here how hard Henry has been working or how much money he's made. This is all about Hans' desperate need to be useful to Henry. To give Henry a reason to keep him around even when he's a boatload of trouble.

Of course, at this point Henry can convince Hans to put down the poaching equipment not for his own sake, but for Henry's sake: as pointed out here by @lin-sterling and the excellent tags on their post by @audentesfortunaiuvatt, Hans would never stop to save his own skin, he only does so because he could get Henry in trouble.

We'll ignore the part where he's spontaneously jealous of the fucking gamekeeper for having Henry in his service at this point and instead notice that even here, even though he's already made coin and has the ability to make more "selling all this game," Hans here insists that it's fine, he'll not only stop poaching, he'll find something else to do. To get them into the wedding and then an audience with von Bergow. He'll get them into Trosky yet!

No fucking wonder that Hans reacts like this at the wedding shortly after he sees Henry there. Henry didn't need him to get into the wedding. He managed it all on his own. And isn't that a fucking pisser.

When Henry first speaks to him there, he can ask what he's doing there. At which point Hans (almost defensively tbh) points out that he's working on their task, and that, well, obviously he would be doing that. What else could he possibly be doing, Henry!

Later on, when Henry runs into him with Enneleyn, he reemphasizes this again as well. It's still their task.

All this time, it's always been their task. No matter what Hans claimed in the pillory or after, he never stopped thinking of them as a team.

[vigilante-3073]

Can you please write an imagine in which reader is pregnant with her and house’ kid and something happens and she collapses and gets sent home to bed rest. Perhaps house isn’t there initially, like maybe they work in different departments and he’s with a high priority case and Cuddy isn’t releasing him and then Wilson tells him what’s going on

Bedrest & Complicated Cases

Gregory House x Pregnant Female Doctor Reader

Summary: Y/N is six months pregnant and experiences a complication. House is dealing with a delicate case and Cuddy chooses not to inform him.

TW: Mentions of medical terms/conditions, lying, brief mention of politics/dictatorship.

Y/N worked on patient files quietly in her office after a long day of seeing patients. She shifted in her seat as an uncomfortable sensation began to appear in her stomach and lower back. Y/N took a breath, smoothing a hand over her bump as she waited for it to pass.

Braxton hicks contractions were common, especially as the pregnancy progressed but this felt different. The pain was constant, it felt like her muscles were being torn apart. Y/N stood up from her seat with a grimace, she moved around her desk with a hand on her belly.

Y/N paused, crying out in pain as blood began to soak into the material of her pants. Y/N's hand shot out to her desk, it landed on a pile of stacked files that slipped out from under her palm. Y/N fell, her head collided with the edge of the desk as she landed on the floor.

Y/N had lost consciousness and no one had any idea that she was injured. House was working on a complicated case, Cuddy was supervising him and Wilson was with his patients.

No one had any idea how long she had been on the floor when Wilson finally found her. Y/N was admitted right away and her obstetrician was notified.

Y/N had a partial placental abruption, she lost quite a bit of blood and was having contractions. They were able to get her on a drug called magnesium sulfate in an attempt to stop her labor.

The contractions began to slow, but there was still the potential for an early birth. Y/N was given a blood transfusion and corticosteroids to speed up the baby's lung development.

Wilson stayed by her side throughout everything, "Where is House?" Y/N asked softly. She was weak and exhausted with a possible concussion.

"He's on a case," Wilson said. A pit was beginning to form in his stomach as she looked over at him with a terrified expression.

"Does he know?" She asked.

"Not yet, no," Wilson replied.

Y/N looked down at her bump, hand settling on her skin as she took a shaky breath. Wilson watched her eyes begin to fill with tears as she struggled to keep herself from crying.

"I-I'll go get him," Wilson said, standing up from his seat beside her bed.

"Wait, I don't want to be alone," Y/N mumbled.

"Whatever you need," He nodded, sitting back down.

Wilson pulled out his phone and sent a message to Cuddy.

'She needs him.' He typed.

Cuddy's reply was almost instant, 'How bad is it?' She'd asked.

'Partial abruption, stage two. They were able to stop contractions but are monitoring the baby for distress. She's on magnesium sulfate and corticosteroids but she also needed a transfusion,' Wilson typed back.

'Stay with her. We need him on this case.' She replied, leaving no room for argument

Wilson grimaced before tucking his phone into his pocket, "What's wrong? Is he not coming?" Y/N questioned.

"He's held up with something," Wilson said.

Y/N nodded, fingers brushing lightly across her bump as she sniffled softly.

"I'm sorry," Wilson said.

"It's fine," Y/N said shakily, brushing away a tear with trembling hands.

Wilson couldn't stand to see her upset, the idea of keeping this information from House was eating him up inside. The case that House was dealing with was important, but the life of his wife and child should be more important.

The case was proving to be difficult for the team, their patient was President Dibala and he was an African dictator. Hundreds of thousands of people would lose their lives if he was cured and the ethical dilemma complicated things.

House was able to compartmentalize easily, but Cameron's strong opinions and moral compass made her one of the worst people to be treating the president. Chase tried to keep her in check, but she was struggling to maintain her objectivity.

The last thing Wilson heard was that there was an assassination attempt against Dibala. He could understand why Cuddy wanted House to stay on the case and remain focused, but it still made him uncomfortable.

Wilson stayed by Y/N's side until she eventually fell asleep and he was able to step away. Wilson went straight to House's office, he lingered by the door as they went through another differential.

House noticed him and dismissed his team members, they filed out of the conference room and made their way back to the patient's room.

"House, I need to talk to you," Wilson said.

"I'm in the middle of something, it can wait," House stated, staring at the whiteboard.

"No, it can't... It's Y/N," Wilson said.

House looked over at him, "What happened?" He questioned.

...

Y/N opened her eyes, grimacing as her head pounded under the harsh fluorescent lights. She closed her eyes, hoping that the throbbing in her temples would resolve itself.

"Where does it hurt?" Someone asked.

Y/N opened her eyes, looking over to find House sitting at her bedside. His eyes ran over her body before glancing up at the machines that were keeping track of her and the baby's vitals.

"My head," Y/N mumbled.

"You have a concussion. It's gonna hurt," House stated.

He stood up from his seat, grabbing his cane and moving over to the door. He shut off the lights in the room before returning to his chair.

"Where were you?" Y/N asked.

"Doesn't matter, I'm here now," He said.

Y/N settled back against the pillows, her hands rested on bump as she looked down at herself.

"Is she moving?" House asked, Y/N nodded.

"I was scared that I was going to lose her... The pain was terrible and there was so much blood," She said shakily.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, but she's okay and you're okay," House stated.

"The doctor put me on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy," Y/N said.

"I figured," He nodded.

"How are we going to do this, Greg?" Y/N questioned, already sounding defeated.

"We'll figure it out. I'll reduce my hours and we can hire someone to help around the house in the meantime," House said.

Y/N took a breath, "Don't worry," House stated.

"I'm not," Y/N replied.

"Your heart rate says otherwise," House said, glancing up at the vitals machine.

Y/N smiled slightly, "Well, I'm trying not to worry," She said.

House stayed by her side overnight, his case was overly complicated and resulted in the death of President Dibala. Cuddy was right to encourage House to maintain his focus on the case but it was an impossible situation.

The circumstances surrounding Dibala's death were murky, but House couldn't bring himself to care. It was true that the president was a bad person and his ideas would damage an entire population, but it was still a black mark on his record.

House's significant other and their child needed to take priority.

...

Y/N had been on bedrest for three weeks and she was absolutely miserable. She read every book she had intended to and watched all the trash television that she could stomach.

House did as he promised and limited his hours, during difficult cases he asked Wilson to check up on her. Wilson had been a vital part of their support system in the last few weeks.

Wilson helped them to assemble the furniture for the nursery and finish painting the walls. He cooked for Y/N when House wasn't able to and had just been an incredible help during this time.

Y/N was incredibly bored, but Wilson did everything he could to keep her spirits up. He knew that it must have been awful to be trapped in the house for such a long period of time.

He never came to their home empty-handed, he always brought snacks, gifts or flowers for Y/N. House appreciated his friend's kindness and let Wilson know that their door was always open to him.

House made his way into the apartment, tossing his keys into the dish and shrugging off his coat. House laid it over the back of the couch, pushing the door shut with his cane and making his way down the hallway to the bedroom.

Wilson sat in the chair beside the bed as Y/N sat with her back against the headboard. A laundry basket of various baby items sat on the bed beside her.

Y/N folded the items and set them in a stack on the bed next to her. Wilson folded the items in his own basket, gaze focused on the television.

"She did not sleep with his best friend, did she?" Wilson asked, not daring to pull his eyes away from the screen.

"Oh yeah, they've been sleeping together for at least two seasons in secret," Y/N said.

"No way. The cameras follow them everywhere, how could they find the time?" He questioned.

Y/N shrugged, "They stay up until four in the morning and sleep until two. They start every day with a pilates class and spend hours binge drinking while arguing. All they have is time," She said, folding a fluffy pink blanket.

"Sorry to interrupt your little watch party, but I'm home," House said.

"We're one episode away from the tell all, you have to let us finish the season," Wilson stated, folding up a baby onsie.

"My god, what happened to you?" House muttered, kicking off his shoes and laying down in the bed beside his wife.

"This is the best show to ever be invented," Wilson said, gesturing to the television.

"Sure it is. Wake up me up when it's over," House said, crossing his arms and settling back into the pillows as he closed his eyes.

Things had been complicated, but they were figuring it out and taking things one day at a time. The baby was growing and Y/N hadn't had any bleeding since that first incident.

She had a magnificent support system around her and she leaned on them in her time of need.

House may not have been everyone's favorite person, but Y/N was. She had always been kind and everyone who met her loved her.

It was shocking that he was the one she wound up falling in love with but you can't help it sometimes. House loved her and he was grateful that her and the baby were alright.

[russo-woso]

We’re in this together | Month 2

Reader, Alessia and Theo begin to come together, despite the underlying complexity of the situation. Although there an obvious struggle, they begin to understand that they have to get along for the baby.

-> WITT Masterlist

It had been two weeks since you told Alessia and Theo about the pregnancy.

Over the two weeks, you’d decided to keep the baby.

Both, Alessia and Theo, respected your decisions and understood that this was going to change everything but they were up for it, just like you were.

“Oh, love.” Alessia whispered as she rubbed your back.

Your face was hovering over the toilet as you retched.

Your morning sickness was at its worst, waking up every morning and being sick.

“This baby is going to be the death of me.” You muttered, collapsing against the wall.

“I know, darling. I’m going to be with you the whole way though. I promise.”

“Thank you, lessi. I’m so sorry this has happened. I…I didn’t want this to happen. It was supposed to be our baby when we were ready.” You told her, tears welling in your eyes.

“I know, love, but I’ll be here with you every step of the way and I’m going to treat the baby like it’s ours. And please, don’t apologise, darling. It’s not your fault. Just like it’s not his fault. It happened and now we’re going to make a positive out of it.” Alessia said, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

You nodded, the room filled by a comfortable silence before you begin to gag and sit up again.

“Im here.” Alessia whispered again, holding your hair back and rubbing your back.

Once the morning sickness had calmed down, you both sat on the sofa, Alessia making breakfast for you both although your appetite was a bit low.

“Baby, I really don’t think you should be going to training.” Alessia said, approaching the subject which was a poor topic at the moment.

You were pregnant, you were creating and carrying this tiny human and in Alessia’s mind, that was a big job in itself and still playing football would just make it even harder for you.

However, football is one of the one things you turn to when life gets hard. It’s a distraction. And you needed a distraction at the minute.

“You running around snd throwing yourself into tackles isn’t good for the baby or for you. I’ll have someone come to the dorm so you’re not bored.” Alessia continued

“Less, I’m not a baby. I don’t need a babysitter. It’s bad enough you’re not letting me go to training, but getting me a babysitter? I don’t need anyone.” You told her, rolling your eyes at her.

“I’m not saying you’re a baby. You’ve been sick since five o’clock this morning, Y/N. I don’t want you being by yourself when you’re this vulnerable. I’m just looking out for you.” Alessia explained, packing her bags for training.

“Well I don’t need anyone. End of.”

“Fine. I’ll see you after training. I love you.” Alessia said, pecking your lips before leaving.

You exhaled, relief taking over your mind.

Alessia was quite possibly the best girlfriend in the world, but my god was she protective.

You loved her dearly, more than you loved anyone else, but when she was like this, constantly trying to baby you, you felt belittled and naive.

You sunk into the sofa, turning on the tv.

You were half way into an episode of whatever series was playing, when there was a knock at the door.

“Theo? What are you doing here?” You questioned, welcoming him in.

“Alessia rang me and told me she had to go to training so we both agreed I’d come over here and be with you.” Theo explained

“Oh my god, I told her I didn’t need anyone to babysit me. How does she even have her number?”

“She came to me after you told us about the pregnancy and we agreed that we both have to try to be mutual for the sake of you… and the baby. We swapped numbers in case of any emergencies.” Theo told you and you nodded, a wave of emotion running through you at the thought of the two of them trying to get along for you. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

“Hormones.” You said, waving it off. “Well, make yourself at home then. Would you like a drink?”

“That’s be great thanks. Just some water.”

You reached up to the top shelf, reaching for a glass, your shirt riding up in the mean time, revealing the tiny bump that had revealed itself a few days ago.

“You’ve got a bump.” Theo pointed out, his voice full of emotion.

“Yeah.” You smiled, your hand resting on your bump.

“Have you told your parents yet?” He asked, fiddling with his hands.

“I did. I FaceTimed them and explained everything. They were shocked but supportive. They want to meet you eventually too. You’re the baby’s dad so I guess… you know?” You explained to him, handing him his water. “Have you told your parents?”

It was common knowledge around the college that Theo’s parents were wealthy and strict, hence why he’d always had the best education and eventually how he ended up getting a scholarship.

“No. I don’t really know how? My mums gonna freak and my dad… he’s gonna be so angry.” He said

You nodded, understanding why he hasn’t told them.

“So… do you wanna watch anything?” You asked, desperate for something to make it less awkward.

“Sure.”

You found a movie, popping it on, but despite this, there was still an awkward tension.

“Thank you, for staying. It means a lot, Theo.”

He sent you a smile, before staring at the tv.

“It’s my kid, Y/N. I can’t leave my baby. I’d feel guilty my whole life if I wasn’t here for it. I’ve always wanted to be a dad. Maybe not this young but I’ve always wanted to teach my son or daughter to play football. I’ll teach them how to throw and to catch. I’ll do anything they want. If it’s a girl, I’ll sit and have tea parties with her. I’ve always wanted that, and you’re giving that to me. I know it’s not what either of us wanted but you’re giving me my life’s dream.”

You looked at him as tears welled in his eyes.

It was weird seeing this side of him.

Everyone, including you, saw him as this tough, muscular guy who was the captain of the football team, yet here he was opening himself up.

“You’re gonna be a good dad, Theo.”

“I hope so. I really do.”

“You will.” You said, truthfully, grabbing his hand and rubbing it comfortingly.

“You’ll be a good mum too. And so will, Alessia. I’m assuming Alessia will be involved too? In the baby’s life.”

“Yeah. I’ve been with her for nearly two years, Theo. I mean, I was supposed to be pregnant with her baby - of course it would’ve been in a few years time. But it is what it is. She’s going to be there with me the whole way and she’s going to be there for our baby too.” You explained

“It’s gonna be crazy, huh?”

“It will, but we all have each other to help. We’re in this together, huh? All three of us.”

“Yeah, we’re in this together.”