#why did i see this doctor you ask? well there’s four doctors at my regular practice. two of them are male. i don’t fuck with male doctors

[cottonlemonade]

“Why must nature be so cruel? Why does she hate me so?“

You curled up on the couch, pressing the ancient heating pillow you were too lazy and too stingy to replace against your chubby tummy.

“Please work!“, you pleaded with the failing device, “Cook my uterus!“

“You okay there, babe?“

Futakuchi came out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair, and regarded you with the same doubtfully raised brow he had sported when his little sister took him to see Swan Lake the other week.

Doing your best to imitate an armadillo‘s defense, you whined, “Pain…“

“What do you want me to do about it?“, he asked, earning himself a searing gaze of rage.

“Either get me pregnant or get out.“, you snapped.

Calmly, your boyfriend walked to your kitchen and opened the not-so-secret secret candy stash pantry on the far left, fishing out your favorites, then came to the couch to feed the rabid beast.

After the first mouthful of silky sweet chocolate, your hellish black aura subsided and you leaned forward for more, not even attempting to pick up a snack yourself. Futakuchi didn‘t mind.

“It can‘t be that bad.“, he teased when you winced after a little sneeze from the peppermint bark, knowing full well how bad it was for his little sister already. But you were in no mood for his jokes and it was enough to express-ship a period simulator.

“Shirt up, smart-ass.“, you announced as soon as you ripped open the box that evening.

With a lot of eye-rolling, he lifted the hem to expose his toned stomach. You lowered the waistband of his gray sweats a little in exchange for a flirty comment but completely ignored it while you stuck the sensors to his lower abdomen.

“I still don‘t know what you‘re trying to do here. It‘s not gonna work. Remember when I got a papercut that one time and didn‘t even wince?“

It was obvious he was getting nervous and tried to distract by making you laugh but there was no way out. He pushed a button he knew he shouldn‘t have and now, you did the same.

He crumpled over immediately as the waves of level one coursed through his muscles.

“No biggie.“, he sighed, straightening again but covertly grabbing the corner of the kitchen counter.

“Oh, alright.“

You decided to skip a few and turned it to four.

He yelped and clutched his teeth.

“Still fiiii——ck.“ You had turned it to five.

“Okay, stop stop STOP! Take it off!“

You did as he requested and watched in grim amusement as your boyfriend panted heavily, rubbing over the poor tortured ego you just bruised.

Of course, he insisted on reversing the experiment and his jaw physically dropped when you got to ten without grimacing once and even having the audacity to call it mild.

Needless to say that from that moment on, whenever your cycle started, he would claim that “we are on our period“ and make sure that no obligation forced you out of the house.

a/n: please keep in mind that immense, lasting and regular period pains are not normal and could be a sign of endometriosis. If you suffer from severe period pains, please consult your doctor to have it checked out 😊🫶🏻

[yourmomxx]

Heyyy omg I saw you looking for criminal minds requests. Would it be possible to request something for derek morgan?? Maybe a protective derek where he's freaking out after hearing that reader is hurt (reader can be bau as well or just regular civillian, it's up to you) and ends up smothering her. Thankyouu so much 🥺💞

a/n: I totally could see Derek Morgan do this, honestly, this is so good. Anon, thank you for your request, I really hope you like how it turned out!

"Derek, seriously, I'm fine!"

"Uh-huh, sure. Tell that to the x-ray the doctor made of your double fractured ankle."

You tried really hard, you did, but at the end, couldn't resist the urge of rolling your eyes.

Derek - your dear, caring, passionate boyfriend, who you loved endlessly (most times) - had acted this way for the past few days. Four, to be exact, four and a half if one counted the day he spent in the hospital with you, not leaving your side even to get coffee.

It had been, a few days ago, that you had broken your ankle.

Fractured, twice.

It happened while you were coming down the stairs, you'd slipped on a patch of the sleek wood and tumbled down the remaining three quarters to the bottom.

It was the most stupid and idiotic way to break a bone, honestly, but it had happened to you either way.

You'd known Derek was out on a case, somewhere in Milwaukee, you honestly didn't remember all the town's names all that exactly, which is why you had satisfied yourself with only sending him a quick text after an ambulance had shuttled you to the nearest hospital.

The doctors had told you that you would be fine, just that they were pretty booked this time of year and your treatment could take longer than usual.

It's why you stayed the night.

When you had woken up the next day, mind still a bit foggy and ankle swollen and hurting more than it would any normal day, you had never expected to actually see your boyfriend earlier than that evening.

But you'd been wrong.

Because there he stood, Derek Morgan, in all his tight-henley, muscular glory, talking with one of the doctors who'd briefed you about your condition the day before, an invested look on his face, just a few feet outside your open hospital room door.

The clinical, white sheets rustled as you straigthened yourself up.

"Derek?" The soft call of his name made your boyfriend look up, just as the doctor stepped away.

A smile played around his lips as he made his way over to you. You were still baffled about his showing-up, when he leaned down and pressed a greeting kiss to your mouth.

"Hey, sweet thing," Derek mumbled.

With a grunt, he sat down in the worn-out, yellow cushion chair and regarded you with deep concern in his dark eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

You tilted your head.

"Like I fell down the stairs and double-broke my ankle not even twelve hours ago."

Derek's mouth left a soft chuckle. You grinned.

"What are you even doing here, I thought you had a case?"

He raised his hands in a defensive manner. "Whoah, now don't be too excited." There was no bite behind his words, or the eyeroll you gave him in response.

"I'm serious, baby," You said. "You didn't have to be here, I'm totally fine."

Derek leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. His gaze didn't leave yours.

"We closed the case about two hours after you sent me that text," He explained. "When I read what happened, I pushed everyone to pack their things just a bit faster than normal, we took the jet, and now I'm here." He opened his arms. "End of story."

You cocked an eyebrow. "How much faster?" You asked.

Derek weighed his head. "A lot faster."

You let out a laugh. "God, you are crazy," You breathed out, cheeks pushing your eyes closed with how wide you were smiling.

Derek reached out and took your hand into his, the warm weight laying comfortable in your palm.

"Only for you, mama."

His hand squeezed yours and you smiled.

Turns out that hospitals were the. worst.

At first the willingness with which all staff was tending you with, it felt like a blessing, for once not having to do the most mundane tasks by yourself - because honestly, who wouldn't want that? - but as time passed by, it all seemed to weigh down on you.

You were practically chained to a bed that wasn't yours, and therefore in no possibility as comfortable as the mattress you were used to. The clinical smell of sanitizer started burning in your nostrils, and your eyes felt blinded by the exact same shade of white that covered every wall, surface, and sheet in your sight.

You almost groaned when a white cast was put on your leg to stabilize it. Derek had just grinned at you and promised to bring Penelope over at some point, with a set of acrylics, glue, and rhinestones.

That's when it had started. The Doctor had told you to rest up for a while, don't put too much weight on your left foot where you had broken your ankle, and come in for regular check-ups.

You should've known then, that you were doomed. Because since you had left the hospital that afternoon four - three and a half - days ago, Derek had not once thought about leaving your side.

For anything.

Any. Thing.

He was being so sweet with it, of course, because Derek Morgan didn't know to be anything else, but over time, having this constant worry hung at you for tasks that should have been the simplest of everyday life was draining, and made you grow agitated.

If you needed to compare it, it felt like being sixteen and your parents checking in on you while you were at a friend's birthday party every hour on the clock, all over again.

You were standing in the kitchen right now, spatula in one hand, the other perched warningly at your hip, a pan on the stove ready to be heated up and a disapproving look on your face, staring down Derek Morgan who stood accross from you with his arms crossed and an almost stronger "Don't try me"-attitude than you had.

Almost.

"Baby," You said, slowly dragging out each syllable. "I understand and do appreciate your concern, but I am fully able to cook lunch."

"The doctor said not to put too much pressure on your foot," Derek shot back. He gestured towards the kitchen island. "Scurrying around for at least half an hour without a break is what I call 'too much pressure'."

The only pressure you were feeling right now was the exasperated groan that you fought back of pushing out your chest.

"I feel alright," You reassured him. "And if I really feel like it's too much, then I'll sit down and take a break."

Derek shook his head. "Will you, though?"

You sighed and put the spatula in an empty space on the kitchen island.

As smoothly as you could, you walked over to your boyfriend, supporting the weight on your unmoving leg by leaning your hand on the kitchenette, as you had discarded your crutch on the other side of the room.

Derek raised his eyebrow at that.

Finally reaching your boyfriend, you put your unoccupied hand on his cheek and let your thumb softly stroke over the stubbled skin.

Derek ever so slightly leaned into the touch.

"I'm just worried 'bout you," Derek murmured quietly.

You nodded slowly. "I know."

You did. And you understood. With all the death and hurt he saw, day by day, night after night, how could he not be?

"But baby, you gotta believe me when I tell you that I can take care of myself. That I know my limits." You gestured around vaguely. "That I can cook lunch for myself and my beautiful, kind boyfriend."

A hushed laugh escaped Derek's chest. His dark eyes found yours and the glimmer in them softened, turned a whirl of worry into a smooth tide.

"You just gotta watch out for you," Derek said. "I know you like to push yourself, don't like admitting defeat."

His hand came to rest on your forearm of the hand that was still tenderly lingering on his cheek. The soft tickle of his thumb drawing absentminded circles seeped through the thin layer of your clothing.

"But taking breaks is okay. There's a difference between being weak and just taking care of yourself."

Derek dipped his knees slightly when he noticed your gaze flashing to the floor, to catch your attention again.

"And I have never, not once in the time I've known you, known you to be weak. Alright, sweetheart?"

The warmth was radiating off his strong body, and infiltrating every single one of your concious senses. Unaware you were doing it, you leaned closer to him. The breeze of his cologne wrapped around you in pure comfort.

"Alright," You said. "Alright, I promise I'll take care."

Derek held your gaze. His fingers pushed a loose strand of hair away from your forehead. "That's all I wanted to hear."

The quick peck you pulled him in for by the neck quickly turned into an open-mouthed kiss, Derek's tongue circling yours for the briefest of moments, before finally gaining dominance.

You attempted to press further into him, but your hard time keeping balance wouldn't allow it.

He pressed one last, small kiss to your nose before backing away.

You smiled at him cheekily, still supporting yourself on the cold stone of the kitchenette, and laboriously turning around to finally get to make the food you'd fought so hard to be able to cook.

"At least let me work the stove."

"Derek!"

[mins-fins]

heart attack

&&. there's something hilarious about the beautiful doctor there to help with your terrible habits.

pairing: qian kun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of overworking, mentions of passing out & hospitalization

word count: 0.9k

notes: this….. THISSS💔💔💔 this drabble was very inspired by the thai movie heart attack (a movie that has no right being as cute as it is) kun fits the part so well because first.. doctor kun, and second.. kun is so amazing, i love kun, we all fucking love kun 😿 this is a early bday gift for user junjiie bc we all know he loves kun (happy early bday pookie ily) this is insanely self indulgent because i have slept less than three hours in these past five days and have been working myself to shit because.. med school!! yayyyyyyy!! im so excited!! (is not excited)

"so what's the matter with you?"

the usual roughness that would lace the voice of a medical professional is replaced by the softness you would feel of pillows, you glance up, meeting the eyes of the beautiful man before you. you stare, forgetting where you are for a moment, the exhaustion rendering you speechless.

but it's a whisper in your head that reminds you of where you are, and you flinch. "oh— i um.. there's these rashes appearing on my body".

"okay" he mutters, clicking his tongue and pen in unison. "and where exactly?"

"my arms, my neck.." he hums, pulling up your sleeve to check out what you told him. "also there are some on my fingers".

he bites into his inner cheek, much too close for the sake of your heart. he then glances up, examining your face through his glasses. "you haven't been getting any sleep" he snaps his fingers in your direction, letting go of you and turning back to his computer.

you respond with a dry chuckle, too tired to even try to add emotion. "and you know that how?"

"i can see it in your eyes, those dark circles aren't doing you justice" he sucks his teeth as he types out something. "what's your occupation?"

it isn't strange that he's curious, just answer the question.

you shake your head, mind all over the place. "i work in graphic design".

"ohhh" he doesn't exactly seem surprised. "freelance?"

you nod.

his eyebrows join together. "how does an editing job have you so tired?"

you let out a breath, too exhausted to allow a laugh. "it's a twenty four hour thing, if i'm awake at all times i function better".

"you're barely functioning now".

"well you're a doctor, you always tell people the obvious" you sigh, closing your eyes to try and recollect the many hours of sleep you lost. "i'm sure you aren't any better than me.."

"i'd be inclined to disagree".

you open one eye, staring at the pretty doctor who types away on his computer, catching you in his peripheral vision. (eyes you don't notice due to your lethargy making you less disposed to).

"when was the last time you slept?"

your throat goes dry, your senses reduced to the clear fatigue. you could simply lie, how would he even know? there's no way dr. qian is a psychic, that would be freaky, you're sure it would be nightmarish if that were the case.

there's an indecipherable glimmer in his eye, one that would scare you in regular circumstances where you were fully awake. it's as if he knows you're going to lie, your attempt at fib crawls down your throat before it can even escape your lips. "five days ago".

his reaction is serene, much too calm for your situation. "five days ago.. and how many hours did you sleep?"

your brain is foggy, you almost blurt the number 'six', but that's simply your default response when people ask. why would you ever lie to a doctor?..and the cute doctor especially?

you pause at the wave of your thoughts. what do you mean he's cute?

it's simply common sense, y/n. don't you like smart guys?

you would probably attribute it to your terrible sleep deprivation if it weren't true. you can't deny that the man before you is simply so attractive it should be illegal, he's absolutely gorgeous, how can a regular doctor be so beautiful? you might fall over, not from your lack of sleep, but from the eyes of the man who stares with such care.

"like.. three?"

your voice scratches as you recall the last time you 'slept', he hums, clicking his pen as he notes the information down. he turns in his rolling chair, scooting closer to you. "you mind if i see your hands?"

you can't even put up a fight, you're just about to give into your own exhaustion. you put your hands out for him, and dr. qian takes your hands in his own, examining the rashes which litter your fingers. he's close, so close, you can admire each of his facial features with amazing certainty. everything about him is beautiful, his cheeks, his eyes, the curves of his lips, it's all beautiful, it should be a crime for such a man to exist.

"that's an issue.. have you taken medication for sleep before?" you shake your head, and his fingers slip from yours.

"alright.. i'm going to put you on doxylamine" he mumbles, getting back to noting down your state. you begin scratching at the rashes on your fingers, and he snaps: "don't scratch it".

you move your hands apart rather quickly, his tone of voice intimidating you enough that you pause. he's much too convincing.

he points at you. "tonight, and this next month onward, you sleep before nine o'clock every single day".

you uncharacteristically snicker. "do you sleep before nine o'clock every single day?"

he raises an eyebrow, amused by the question. "i'm the doctor, i know best".

"of course".

"you'll end up dead if you keep going at this rate, take your medication, sleep before nine every day, then check back in with me next month".

"if i'm not available, can i reschedule?"

the question is simply meant to be comedic, you're just about to pass out, trying to sneak in a last minute joke before having to leave the office of the cute doctor. he leans his arm against the desk, smiling at you. "don't reschedule, i want to see you".

and you clearly weren't expecting those words, because your cheeks flare up.

see y/n? you do like smart guys.

[syn4k]

survivorship bias

During WWII, the United States used survivorship bias to improve their planes. The bullet holes in returning aircraft represented areas where a bomber could take damage and still fly, while bullet-free areas needed reinforcement because planes that got shot in those areas did not come back at all.

Why do you think every single queer person of significant age is so loud and defiant about who they are? Why is the stereotype of a loud queer who makes being gay their entire personality so prevalent? Why do you see them everywhere?

Here is a statistic for you: queer youth in the United States are four times as likely to attempt suicide than their peers, with 12% of them making successful attempts. From a study conducted by the Trevor Project in 2022, over a third seriously considered suicide in the past year. That number jumps to 42% for genderqueer youth. 

Take a moment and process that. Fourty two percent. That's almost half. 

For every trans person over 20 you meet breathing on the street, there is another one with one foot already in the grave. 

What I'm saying is that there is a reason that the proud ones are the only ones that remain.

As an at least somewhat visibly genderqueer teenager, a question I get asked a lot is "if you could magically be switched into the body of your target gender with no questions and no repercussions and everyone forgot you were trans at all, would you do it?" They are well-meaning, most of the time. They are curious. They simply want to know. 

My response, every time, is "absolutely not." 

(For some reason, they never expect that answer.) 

I am one of the lucky ones. When I say lucky, I mean beyond blessed and beyond fortunate to have been born into the family I have. My parents are devoted to each other and to raising a child who is going to make it to adulthood one day, and while they may not understand everything, they understand that it is far, far more important to have a kid who is strange alive and happy than it is to have a kid who is miserable and regular and dead. 

You do not get things for free in this world. As hard as we may wish for her, there is no magical fairy that will descend from the sky and instantly change my body to what I hope it will be some day. God knows if that fairy existed we would not have fourty two percent suicide statistics. God knows she'd be a patron saint in her own right. 

But these things take time and these things take money and these things take luck. You have to watch your words when dealing with the fae lest they use your own phrases against you. When I made a plan to get top surgery, my doctor, my mother and I all agreed to tell the insurance company that we were doing it to ease back pain so that they'd agreed to pay for it. These are the things we have to deal with. It's not even too urgent of a procedure for me. I can live with what I am. 

Too many cannot. 

I do not want to be invisible. I do not want to be silent, because silence is what drove my peers to despair and eventually to death. Silence kills. 

I want scars on my chest and two weeks of recovery time and every dirty look from the soccer moms at the pool when I go shirtless. I want to stride into the county court and testify in front of a judge to get a legal name change. I love this body. It is not perfect but it is mine and it is home. 

Silence kills. I want to be loud. I will viciously, visibly love myself and every demonized miscreant for the sake of the quiet ones who are looking for a reason, any reason to stay alive. I will be that reason. I will be a light in the darkness and I will love them as I love myself, as their parents and friends should love them. 

Do you understand? I do not have a choice. I have to survive this world for the sake of my brethren who didn't. 

I hope that one day we do not have to look at bullet holes in planes and razor blade scars on arms to reverse engineer how to survive in a harsh world. I hope that one day we will all wake up and look at the sun shining through the window and think my god, it's beautiful. How lucky I am to be alive. How lucky I am to be here in this moment despite everything. 

I hope we all make it. I hope it gets easier. 

Until then, I will be a beacon for those lost in the darkness. I will persevere. I will show them that it is not all suffering, this, and that it is in fact an altogether beautiful thing that you are here despite and in spite of all the forces leveled against you. 

I am one of the lucky ones who made it. I love this life and this body of mine and I accept every flaw contained wherein because it is infinitely better than the alternative. I choose the pain of living over the pain of oblivion. I choose to stay, imperfect though the location is. I do not have the choice to do anything else. None of us do. 

You only get one life. 

Do not spend it hesitating in the dark. 

[fashionteahouse]

🌸🌸 me again 🌸🌸

First off I blame my unhealthy twilight obsession partly on you but don’t ever stop! 911 was so sweet! I love the day to day regular life imagines 🥹

How would Seth respond to his imprint miscarrying like let’s say after they told their parents and pack. Maybe both their perspective/Seth being there for her every step of it, and make it long if you feel inspired? Of course like no minors as Seth is now early to mid 20s.

If you don’t feel comfortable I’ll request something different 🩷

You always make the stories so real. Much love 🌸

aw omg thanks so much and i’m glad you liked 911 ! much love to you🥺💜 hope you enjoy :)

save your tears - seth clearwater x reader

It was scary. Seth reassured you.

“We will be great parents.” his smile shined bright. He was excited. You were nervous.

“Are..Are you sure? Are we ready?” you ask with uncertainty. He takes a look at the positive pregnancy tests, “Of course. Why wouldn’t be.”

His words made you feel confident. A family was something that he had always wanted. You wanted it as well, but the stages in life made you second guess the time. You just wanted to not make any mistakes. Each day, Seth treated you as a china doll even though you weren’t showing quite yet.

The news broke out to his family and the pack. They were ecstatic. Arguing who is the soon to be godfather. Making plans of who is going to be the favorite uncle.

Leah sat smug as she was going to be the aunt. She had plans to love the baby with so much love that she could produce.

You and Seth sat and bounced names back and forth. Even giggling to each other as the names started to get wonky for fun.

His hands never stayed away from your stomach. You didn’t mind.

Something that was never wrong was your instincts. You sat worried as you waited for Seth. You tried not to but something was eating at your brain.

Seth gave you a big kiss and a big kiss on your stomach. Your lip quirked a smile as you watch Seth’s happy and carefree face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you carefully, pulling you in close.

“I don’t feel them moving.” you whisper.

“I’m sure it’s normal.” he says with a smile. You nod, “Yeah..” you say shakily.

A sharp pain shoots late into the night. Seth’s eyes widened in horror as he flicked the lamp on. So much blood soaked the sheets as he pulled the covers back.

Your cries almost brought him to tears but he wanted to be strong for you. He knew he had to be strong.

“As long as the baby is okay.” he says to himself as his leg bounced. The doctor, stepped out into the hallway, and brought him into the room. The same room that had your thick cries.

“What’s wrong? Y/N?” he says calmly but shakily as he hugged you. You couldn’t speak. You were too distressed.

“Y/N..Calm down please? It’s not good for the baby, okay?” he coos softly. You cried harder.

He turns his head. Seeing the look on the doctor’s face, he was scared. Really scared.

“Just tell me what happened.” he says after nobody couldn’t say anything.

“She lost the baby…I’m sorry…We do have resources-“

“Wait..Wait…Wait.” Seth says, “You mean…” his breaths became heavy. He crumbled and the doctor felt bad to have been the barrier of such bad news. All they could do is offer their sorries and what resources they can provide.

You couldn’t speak, so you didn’t. Seth held your hand. Four parents sat as Seth broke the news. Leah was devastated, she never experience such loss like that before. She just couldn’t imagine how you felt and you were the mother.

“How did this happen?” Leah kept questioning in her head. There was nothing one could do. It just wasn’t fair.

Sniffles filled the room as he himself had his own silent tears falling.

Breaking the news to the pack was hard. He wasn’t used to being the barrier of bad news. It was always the other side for him.

He couldn’t look anyone in the eye.

The pack stole side glances to each other as the news broke. They immediately huddle around Seth. They all look to you. You don’t look to them. You dissociated to the point where you didn’t even remember this moment taking place.

“Will you two be okay?” Sam asks. It was more than tense.

“I don’t know….” Seth says with a slight furrow of his eyebrows.

“We’ll be here for you, Seth and Y/N. Whatever you need, I got you.” Jacob says. Seth nods. He always looked up to Jacob. It meant a lot.

The others join in, offering their tokens of support.

Seth looked to you. You weren’t yourself. You felt like a piece of you was missing. Just gone, just like that. The thing that was evidence of you and Seth’s love.

You lay lifelessly as Seth opened the curtains in the bedroom.

“Y/N?…” he asks. You haven’t spoken or acknowledge him.

He sits down, he rubbed your shoulder and placed a sweet kiss.

“I’m making breakfast…I will make your favorite.”

You only blinked. He waits for a while before he rises up.

The fork was in your hand but the plate only blew steam. Untouched.

“Can you please eat?” he asks quietly and encouragingly.

Your chapped lips from not speaking in a long time opens, “I’m not hungry.” you say dryly.

“For me?” he asks desperately and quietly.

You swallow on nothing. You stand. You walk. Seth heard the bedroom door close. Back to the bed is where you lay.

“Y/N…You look like a vampire.” Seth tells you at night.

You don’t say anything.

The shell of your body was there, but your state of mind wasn’t.

“Do you want to join me?” he asks with a towel in his hand.

You look. A reaction. He softly breaks a smile and holds his hand. It took you a while, but he patiently watched as you reach and take it.

You both sat in the bath, your knees were to your chest as both naked bodies were wet from water. As soon as he aimed the handheld shower head to your back, water came out of your eyes like a shower head.

He rubs your back, placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

“Just get it out, Y/N.” he says, bringing tears to his own eyes.

The sobs synced with each other. It was intimate. It was needed.

“It’s all my fault.” you whispered as a stray tear is on the side of your nose. Seth held you tight in bed.

“It’s not. Don’t say that.” he whispered.

“I should’ve love it more. I was scared in the beginning…I should’ve been like you.” you whisper and felt yourself choke up again.

“Whatever be will be. It’s not your fault. I don’t want to hear you say that again. We’ll get through this together.”

“I love you.” he says after moments of silence.

“I love you too.” you say.

The daylight made things more painful. You slowly circled around the soon to be room for the baby. The crib that you and Seth set up. It was a gift from Sue and Harry. You heard the laughs as you read the directions to him and him taking it out of your hands, “I don’t need directions. I got this.”

You slowly sat on the rocking chair that Leah had bought. Rocking back and forth, you keep your eyes out the window. You didn’t know how things could just change like night and day like that.

You became angry. Angry at the fact that such unfairness could happen to people like you and Seth.

Seth was in his wolf form more often. He brushed it off as putting in his helping hand for patrol.

“Seth, go home”. Sam told him.

“W-why?” Seth asks. It was completely off guard.

“Y/N needs you at home. I’m not letting you overwork yourself because you want to drown it out.” he says to the young wolf.

“I’m not drowning it out.” Seth says in complete denial.

“Seth-“

“Just leave me be! Please? I don’t need your input.” Seth says and leaves in a huff of his snout. Sam watched as the wolf ran off deeper into the woods.

The images took over his mind. The blood, you crying, the hospital room, the doctor’s face, he snarled at it all. Raising his paws as he snarled at the air as he continued to run.

He came home late into the night. He used his footsteps to make his way through the home. You weren’t in the front of the home, not even in the bedroom. He breathed in sharply as he pushed on the cracked door.

It seemed forbidden to be in. He let out a breath.

You were curled on the floor, the blanket that was for the bundle of joy was clutched to your chest. You were asleep.

He scooped you up, not bothering to take the blanket away from your grasp. You muttered his name in your sleep.

Legs were folded as the pen was firm in their hands.

“Losing a child can be hard. Very hard. Seth, you caught sight of the blood. Can you please break down what happened and how you felt?”

Seth swallowed as he sat on the couch.

“Um…I heard her next to me…I woke up. She was in pain. I turned on the light to see her face. I felt something wet. I pull back the covers…..It was a lot. A lot of red.” he says.

The therapist nods slowly. Examining Seth’s frigid body language.

“And Y/N..As the mother, you blame yourself. Why is that?”

“Seth was happy. I wasn’t.” you reveal.

“You were too.” Seth says correcting you, “She was just scared.”

“You were scared Y/N?” the therapists asks.

You nod as you look down at the floor.

“Why do you feel like you weren’t happy about the news?”

“I didn’t…I didn’t want to mess anything up…I kept telling Seth how scared I was….I wanted to be the best parent I could be.” you say and punch the bridge of your nose as your face showed an emotional state.

The box of tissues were extended to you as you pulled some tissues out, holding it to your face as you tried to fix your face.

“I feel like you both are experiencing the normal emotions. Even if you blame yourself. You shouldn’t.” the therapist says to you, “It’s okay to feel sad for your loss. But also, be happy…That the baby felt what it was like to be loved before leaving this Earth.”

You and Seth nod as tears rolled down your face as you clutch your tissue.

Time had passed before you could even begin to feel normal. Same with Seth.

“Thank you for being my rock.” you whispers to Seth as he brushed his knuckles across your face. You two were pressed skin to skin and you both clutched to each other.

“Thank you for loving me always.”

You two stayed like that silence. Seth says, “It’s crazy…I just thought of the perfect name…” he rolls away and on his back as he lets out a breath. His voice was shaky and you watch as he choked out, “They would’ve been beautiful.” His hands cover his eyes as he let out a quiet sob. You hold him as he let it out.

You don’t say anything but rub on him as you look up to the ceiling in sorrow. Such loss was great, but it brought you two together stronger.

You and Seth sat in the doctor’s room as both faces were scared. You both squeeze each other’s hand.

The doctor comes in with a straight face.

You and Seth’s shoulders slump.

“I hope you two are ready to be parents. You are indeed pregnant.” they say.

Seth and you looked at you with shocked faces.

“A-are you sure?” you ask. The doctors says yes.

After the doctor leaves out, you and Seth hug each other passionately. He felt your shoulders shake. He wiped your face with a smile.

“Save your tears for another day.” he says. You smile despite the tears. You nod. Lips pressed to each other.

“Another chance.” you say as you look up.

“Yeah…Another chance.” Seth confirms with a content smile.

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And If Thou Wilt, Forget: a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 28: Hope dead lives nevermore

[CLICK]

[EVERYTHING IS VAGUELY MUFFLED]

[CAR ENGINE RUMBLING, SLOWING DOWN, AND THEN SHUTTING OFF WITH A CLUNK]

GERRY

What the fuck…?

…Oh, God, no.

[CAR DOOR CREAKS OPEN, THEN SLAMS SHUT]

[VARIOUS CROWD SOUNDS, PUNCTUATED BY THE OCCASIONAL RADIO SQUEAK]

[FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING ON GRAVEL]

GERRY

Excuse me! Hey, excuse me!

FEMALE VOICE

You need to back off. This is a restricted area right now.

GERRY

No, wait, look, I—I got a phone call, I’m—someone called Roy DeSoto called me? To…pick up my…partner…what the fuck is going on here?

FEMALE VOICE

Oh, yeah, he’s with the medics. Across the street over there. One of those two tents.

Should be good to go if they were calling you. Just don’t go in. And don’t get any closer.

GERRY

…Yeah. Sure.

Thanks, Officer…Hussein.

[FOOTSTEPS GO FROM GRAVEL TO PAVEMENT TO DRY GRASS, GETTING FASTER AS THEY GO]

MALE VOICE

Whoa, hey, sir—sir, you can’t be here—

GERRY

DeSoto—are you Roy DeSoto?

DESOTO

That’s me. Oh—wait, are you, uh, Delano? Jareth Delano? Tim Stoker’s point of contact?

GERRY

Yeah. He—h-how is he? What happened?

DESOTO

He’ll be fine. He’s doing good. Damn sight better than the other guy. (Grumbles) At least he’s not being too difficult.

He’s probably going to be sore for a while. Bandages need to stay on for at least the next twenty-four hours before changing them. We’ve called in a scrip for an antibiotic cream, but he might need help with that. We gave him some painkillers, too, and there’s a scrip in for that as well. Probably want to check in with his regular doctor to see how things are healing up.

Oh, and make sure he gets as much fresh air as possible for the next few days, too. Drinks a lot of water. And if you want to get some of those ice lollies for him to suck on, that might not be a bad thing, because he’s probably going to have a sore throat for a bit.

But he’s good to go. We don’t really have a reason to keep him anymore, and he says he doesn’t want to go to hospital, so you can take him home.

GERRY

…Thanks. Where is he?

DESOTO

Right in there. I—

DISTANT VOICE

Roy!

DESOTO

Coming!

Yeah, right in there, go ahead.

GERRY

Thanks.

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

[SLIGHTLY MORE MEASURED FOOTSTEPS]

[DEEP BREATH]

[RATTLE OF PLASTIC]

TIM

(Tiredly) Hi, babe.

GERRY

(Horrified) Oh, Tim.

[FABRIC RUSTLES]

[STIFLED GROAN FROM TIM]

GERRY

Sorry, sorry!

Jesus. What happened?

Also, if you ever call me like that out of the clear blue sky again—

TIM

I know. I’m sorry.

Look, let’s…let’s get out of here. I can tell you everything when we get home.

GERRY

Okay, but one question before we leave.

TIM

Sure.

GERRY

Why is your belt around your head?

[CLICK]

———

[CLICK]

JON

Just have a seat, Tim, I—

Oh. Elias?

ELIAS

Yes. Tim has…left us, I’m afraid.

[CHAIR SCRAPES AND CLATTERS TO THE GROUND]

JON

What?!

ELIAS

I hadn’t seen him before I came down here. Not since he was taken into quarantine. But when you asked for him, of course, I went to find him, and when I couldn’t, I spoke to the paramedics.

They confirmed he was gone.

JON

(Voice tight) What happened?

ELIAS

Apparently they called his partner to come and get him. Once he was released from quarantine, there was no reason to keep him on the premises, and the police didn’t feel the need to speak to him. I believe they said he left an hour…ninety minutes ago.

[JON EXHALES HEAVILY, AND THERE IS A SOFT THUMP, LIKE HE’S SUDDENLY BRACING HIMSELF AGAINST A DESK]

Jon, are you all right?

JON

So he’s gone…home.

ELIAS

Yes, I—ah. I apologize, I didn’t think about how I was phrasing that.

Yes, Tim is alive and…about as well as you are, I suppose. Perhaps not. He did have to be in quarantine a fair bit longer than you were—I’m not certain as to why—but he’s been released.

JON

And he just left?

ELIAS

I’m sure he didn’t know you needed to speak with him. Why would he have run if he had?

[A FEW BEATS OF SILENCE]

JON

Does he know?

ELIAS

That Martin found…? I doubt it.

You can talk to him later, Jon. Not tonight. He’s likely as tired and sore as you are.

JON

I’m fine. And I don’t want this to wait.

ELIAS

Well, I suppose your choices are to call him—

JON

I need it on record.

ELIAS

—or to go and speak with him personally.

I gave you a copy of his CV, did I not? I believe it has his address at the top.

JON

(Unconvincingly) Yes. Yes, of—of course.

I’ll, I’ll do that. Thank you.

ELIAS

Right. In that case, are we done here?

JON

No. I still need to talk to the others.

Send Sasha in, then.

ELIAS

…Of course.

[CLICK]

———

[CLICK]

TIM

Yeah, looks like it’s got something in it, all right.

GERRY

I don’t remember grabbing it. I don’t even remember having it.

TIM

It’s mine. I thought I brought it to work with me today, but…well, guess I was a bit distracted this morning. I must’ve dropped it in your coat pocket by mistake.

Good thing, too. With everything that happened, I’d probably have lost it.

GERRY

Let me go walk the dog while you relax and then you can tell me all about it.

TIM

When’s the last time he went out?

GERRY

Just before the paramedic called me. I couldn’t get hold of you and I was having trouble concentrating.

Figured going for a bit of a walk might keep me distracted enough that I didn’t storm the Institute looking for you.

TIM

Then he should be fine for a bit before he needs to go out again.

I know he’s back in the bedroom. I also know you’re worried about him jumping on the holes, but, honestly, I’m so doped up right now I wouldn’t feel it if you jabbed a sword into my chest.

GERRY

You mean like this?

[TIM GIVES OUT A YELL OF PAIN]

[BARKING FROM DOWN THE HALL]

TIM

(A bit breathlessly) Okay, I might have slightly overestimated the efficacy of medical-grade narcotics, but…

GERRY

Sorry.

[SOFT KISS]

I’ll let him out. He’ll probably be gentle with you. Then we can…talk.

TIM

Sounds good. Thanks, babe.

[FOOTSTEPS DOWN THE HALL]

[TIM SIGHS HEAVILY]

[TOENAILS CLICKING ON HARDWOOD GETTING GRADUALLY LOUDER, JINGLING OF TAGS]

[SQUEAK OF SOFA SPRINGS]

[ENTHUSIASTIC LICKING]

TIM

Hey, yeah, good to see you, too. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay. Ow—ow—easy there, boy—(laughing) Okay, okay, enough. Enough.

Rowlf, down.

[LICKING STOPS]

[SOFA SPRINGS SQUEAK AGAIN]

GERRY

Hey, budge over, mutt, I want to sit down, too.

Actually, don’t bother. Sit up, Tim.

[SOUNDS OF SHIFTING, MORE SOFA SPRINGS SQUEAKING]

[TWIN SIGHS]

GERRY

This okay?

TIM

Yeah. Yeah, this is good.

GERRY

What happened? You called me in the middle of the workday, yelled that you loved me, and immediately hung up. Tried calling you back and went from not getting an answer to the connection not even going through, and the next thing I hear is six hours later from a blocked number saying you’re fine, but they don’t trust you to leave on your own. And then I get to the Institute and…

I saw the EDC truck. I’m not stupid. The Corruption attacked, didn’t it?

TIM

Long story short, yeah.

GERRY

And…short story long?

TIM

Anything by Ernest Hemingway.

[GERRY GIVES A LONG, DRAWN OUT, EXASPERATED GROAN]

GERRY

I’m serious. If ‘the Corruption attacked’ is the—what’s it called? The Cliff’s Notes version—at least give me the Readers Digest Condensed Version.

TIM

…I think the Web pushed the Corruption to attack.

GERRY

…

…Okay, you’re going to have to give me the full novel here, Stoker.

TIM

(A bit teasingly) You want my statement?

GERRY

Do I look Eye-aligned to you?

TIM

Yes.

GERRY

(Brief chuckle) Fair enough.

TIM

(Seriously) It was around lunchtime. Sasha and Martin were both out, and I was just packing up to go myself. Lou—you remember Lou, my old boss from Velvet and Crow?

GERRY

The one you said went to school with Gertrude?

TIM

Yeah. She—fuck, I’m going to have to reach out to her, she probably thinks I blew her off. Today’s her birthday, so she asked if I’d meet her for lunch. I was just getting ready to tell Jon I was going when I heard this…thumping noise from the Archivist’s office. I went in, and there was Jon, standing by the wreckage of the shelves. He said he’d been trying to kill a spider and the whole thing just…collapsed.

GERRY

And that’s why you think the Web was involved? Hate to break it to you, Tim, but spiders do occasionally turn up for innocuous reasons. Maybe it was just lost.

TIM

Believe me, I thought the same thing. But he described it as a “nasty, bulbous thing”—and, okay, Jon super hates spiders, which makes sense since he’s definitely been marked pretty deeply by the Web—

GERRY

How do you know that?

TIM

Please. After almost three years, if I can’t pick out a mark that obvious, you and Gertrude did a shitty job of training me.

But yeah, I guess there was the possibility Jon was exaggerating, either because his fear made it seem bigger and nastier than it was or because he needed it to be big and nasty so I wouldn’t get mad at him for killing a harmless little lint speck. You know how it goes. Except when I got closer and looked, I realized the shelves had made a hole in the wall. And I could smell it—that dry, musty, earthy smell I last smelled, or at least last smelled that strongly, when I went to Martin’s place.

I’m sure I’ve been smelling it around the Institute, too, but it just faded into the background after a while. This was intense.

GERRY

Are you telling me there were worms in the walls? I thought the building was solid stone.

TIM

It was. It is.

We thought the wall he went through was an exterior wall. Nope. It was just plasterboard, and…behind it was a space. Not just a gap of a few inches to allow for wiring or whatever, but actual tunnels. Deep ones. I realized later it was probably the remains of the old Millbank Prison.

GERRY

(Surprised) There actually are tunnels under the Institute? Fuck me. I thought the old bat was joking.

TIM

What? When?

GERRY

Not long after she told me about the rituals, right around the time I thought I found Leitner. She caught me snooping through her papers—

TIM

Seems to be a habit with you.

GERRY

Shut up. She asked if I’d found anything interesting, and I said I was looking for her nefarious plans…she said she wouldn’t keep those with her papers, and I made a joke about hidden underground tunnels, and she said that oh, yes, there was a whole network of tunnels under the Institute that she’d conveniently forgotten to mention. Her tone of voice sounded like she was joking, but…

TIM

(Slowly) At the time, maybe she was. I think you maybe got her curious, and that’s how she found them.

She definitely knew about them. I’m sure of it. It’s why those shelves were where they were. That was where the plasterboard was thinnest, she must have known if anything broke in it would be there. Wanted an early detection system, I guess.

GERRY

So what happened after you smelled the Corruption in the tunnels? Please tell me you didn’t go down looking for it.

TIM

No, it came up looking for us. Jon poked at the hole and made it a bit bigger, and the next thing I knew the office was teeming with worms.

Martin was back by then. I managed to get him and Jon back into that secure Document Storage room, the climate-controlled one, you know? Not easily, mind you. Jon was insistent on bringing the recorders along, I’m still not sure what that was about. Not like the tape would have survived if he hadn’t. We made it, but he got bitten on the way, so I had to get that out…Sasha was still out there, though, and, well, I was worried about the worms. So I went out to fight them off. Got Sasha out of the Archives, told her to get help, and I wound up in the Archivist’s office.

I, uh…they were close. Really close. The worms, I mean. I wound up falling into some case boxes that turned out to have fire extinguishers in them, so I was attacking the worms, but…

GERRY

These would be the extinguishers that are useless for the kind of fire you expect at the Institute? The ones filled with carbon dioxide?

TIM

Yeah. They do work on the worms, though.

GERRY

Most things die when you suck the oxygen out of their lungs.

Speaking of, do you want some water or something? Medic said you’ll probably have a sore throat for a while, I assume because you were breathing carbon dioxide.

TIM

I’m okay for now, but…yeah. That’s what was going on. Got a little lightheaded, too. But I did realize I needed to get out of there somehow.

That’s when I called you.

GERRY

Oh, good. I’m so glad that was on your list of priorities.

TIM

Making sure you got to hear my voice one last time, just in case I didn’t make it out of there alive? Yeah, that was pretty much top of my list.

GERRY

Okay, now I have to kill you.

[TIM LAUGHS]

I’m not joking, Stoker. Do you have any idea what it would have done to me if that had been the last communication I ever had with you?

You didn’t even give me a chance to say it back.

TIM

…I know. I’m sorry.

I guess it was a little selfish. I was going to do something I knew was dangerous, and I wanted to hear your voice one last time, just in case I never heard another one.

Plus, you know, oxygen deprivation. Wasn’t exactly thinking the clearest.

GERRY

I’ll give you that one.

TIM

Anyway, I went down. God, it was like a maze down there. Down was up, up was down, left and right meant just about nothing…and I know what you’re thinking. I couldn’t sense the Spiral. Or the Buried, for that matter, so that was good. It was just…confusing.

If it’s the remains of Millbank Prison, that makes sense, really. Smirke designed it, and he obviously knew about the Fourteen, so he might have drawn on elements of the Spiral without actually…invoking it. Probably not to draw it. Probably just to make it confusing for any prisoners who managed to get out of their cells. The guards would have had maps and directions and all that sort of thing, but a convict making a break for freedom? They could wander for ages and not find the way out.

There weren’t as many worms down there, though. Not at first. Most of them must’ve been up in the Archives, which was not comforting, but I figured I’d worry about getting out and then I could worry about destroying Jane Prentiss and her filth. And then…I found a room full of them.

GERRY

(Quietly) Alive or dead?

TIM

Alive. Alive and building.

They were…Ger, I think I’m right, I think that was a Corruption ritual. Or at least it was meant to be one. The worms were stacking themselves together, kind of twisting around one another, and…it looked like they were making a doorway. I can only assume it was for the Creeping Rot to enter our world.

GERRY

You stopped it, though, right?

TIM

Oh, yeah. I pumped two and a half canisters of CO2 into that room. Nothing was getting out of there alive.

I wandered a bit after that and eventually came to a wall that looked different from the rest, like it was thinner. And I could hear voices on the other side—

GERRY

Voices?

TIM

—that I recognized as Jon and Martin’s. So I broke through the wall, and yeah, there was Document Storage. It’s on the same wall as the Archivist’s office.

The worms were getting pretty bad up there, so I figured my first priority was to get them out of there and somewhere safe. I reckoned if all the worms were in the Archives, they’d be all right in the tunnels. Jon was hurt, though, and his leg was slowing him down, and…there were enough worms in the tunnels. A wave of them came at us, and we lost—lost track of Martin.

I, I don’t know if he—I don’t know if he got out, Gerry. I don’t know if he found his way to the surface, or if he’s still trapped down there, or if something else got him or—

GERRY

Easy, babe. Easy.

[ROWLF WHINES SOFTLY]

TIM

Sorry. I’m good. I’m good.

[DEEP BREATH]

Anyway, we, um, turns out breaking through the walls isn’t the only way into the Archives from those tunnels. There’s a trapdoor. A big one. Jon and I found it and…I should have made him stay in the tunnels. I tried to make him stay in the tunnels, but Jesus Christ, we thought Gertrude was stubborn? Jon makes the Alps look easy to shift. So we went up together.

And Jane Prentiss was waiting for us.

GERRY

Shit. How’d you fight her off?

TIM

I didn’t. The fire suppressant system finally kicked in. Last thing I remember before I blacked out was the screaming.

GERRY

Jon?

TIM

The worms. I guess. Or maybe it was the dying scream of the ritual fizzling out, I dunno.

Just…that’s going to be haunting my dreams for a while, I think. Thousands of tiny things without mouths, screaming for a god that isn’t listening.

GERRY

And now that’s going to haunt my dreams, thanks.

TIM

You can’t imagine it unless you were there. Trust me. Whatever you’re thinking…it was a million times worse.

GERRY

I can imagine quite a lot.

TIM

I know.

[SEVERAL LONG MOMENTS OF SILENCE]

GERRY

You stopped her, Tim. Even if you’re not the one who kicked off the overhead system, you slowed her down enough that it could work, and you put Sasha in the position that she could do that.

You did good.

TIM

Yeah.

I’m just…I’m worried. About Martin. About Jon.

GERRY

Jon’s fine. Or at least fine enough to be a problem. When I picked you up, the paramedic was grumbling about “the other guy” being difficult, and I assume that was Jon.

TIM

That’s…good. I tried to take the brunt of it for him, but there’s only so much surface area to my body, you know?

GERRY

I am, in fact, quite aware of the surface area of your body.

[TIM LAUGHS]

You’re not worried about Sasha?

TIM

No. She got out. She’s probably fine.

And she’s short enough that the worms probably looked right over her.

[GERRY LAUGHS]

I mean, I am worried about her, but…less than the others.

GERRY

Gertrude’s going to be proud of you.

TIM

I hope so.

And I fucking hope she gets back soon, because if she doesn’t, I’m going to have to make a call myself.

GERRY

On whether to tell the others about…everything?

TIM

Yup.

I don’t think knowing would have kept them safe. Sure as fuck didn’t do jack shit for me. But going forward…God. Are they going to make smarter decisions if they know that stuff is literally trying to kill them?

GERRY/TIM (SIMULTANEOUSLY)

No.

[THEY BOTH LAUGH THIS TIME]

TIM

Really, I think…I think if I’m going to tell anyone, it would need to be Jon. I just…don’t know if I should.

GERRY

Why Jon? Why not Martin or Sasha?

TIM

Jon is…until Gertrude gets back, he’s the acting Archivist. I haven’t been calling him that, and I don’t think he’s noticed or really thought about it. But he’s still…

He’s at least nominally in charge. He’s the one calling the shots, or at least he should be. And I can’t help but wonder if he’d make different decisions if he knew everything.

GERRY

…I mean…

On the one hand, probably? If he knows about the Fourteen, if he knows Jane Prentiss wasn’t just an isolated thing, if he knows what’s going on behind everything, he might make different decisions. About research, about how to run the Archives, about what he should be doing. It’s highly likely.

On the other hand, I think the question you should actually be asking is if he’d make better decisions if he knew everything.

TIM

Yeah, that’s a good point.

He’s…curious. Too curious for his own damn good. And I know he makes bad decisions. He wouldn’t have got hurt today if he hadn’t gone back for the tape recorder—it slowed him getting out of the office, and then he dropped it on his way to Document Storage and that’s why he got bit. And he…focuses too much on the immediate problem and not long-term solutions.

Like the carbon dioxide system. I don’t know how he talked Elias into that. It doesn’t actually work on the kind of fires we’re likely to get in the Archives. I mean, it comes—came—out cold, and sinks to the bottom of the room, so that’s not the issue, but it doesn’t go deep enough to put out fires on, say, paper. And if it dissipates, but the actual source of the ignition isn’t removed, the fire’s quite likely to flare up again.

All of which he would have known if he’d done just a little bit of research, or put any thought into it. Collect the extinguishers, sure, but replacing the whole system? That was stupid. Now we’re safe from the Corruption—or specifically from the worms, which aren’t going to be a problem anymore—but we’re at risk from the Desolation.

GERRY

And if he’d known about both? Would he have done that? Got the extinguishers and not pushed about the overall system?

TIM

…No. No, I don’t think he would have. I think he’d have said to get the CO2 system and supplement with the ABC extinguishers rather than the other way around.

I’ll grant you that we probably wouldn’t have survived if he had done it the other way around, but…

GERRY

But Gertrude wouldn’t have.

TIM

Gertrude wouldn’t have involved Elias at all if she could help it. Also, I know she was trying to get the ABC system installed, because that’s what I gave her the recommendation for.

GERRY

Yeah, true.

So. What are you going to do about Jon?

TIM

Not sure yet. Luckily, I think I’ve got time to work that out.

GERRY

Did the paramedics tell you how long it’s going to be before you can go back to work?

TIM

Not their call. I’m going to have to go to a regular doc and get checked out. Probably tomorrow, but…fuck it, I might wait until Thursday or Friday and rest tomorrow.

I’m thinking probably a few weeks. Some of these holes are deep.

(Groans) Aaaaand the painkillers are starting to wear off.

GERRY

Hang on. I’ll go make tea and get the bottle out.

TIM

Thanks, Ger.

[FOOTSTEPS FADING INTO THE DISTANCE]

[FAINT SOUND OF RUNNING WATER]

[TIM SIGHS HEAVILY]

[SUDDEN JANGLE OF TAGS]

TIM

What? What is it, boy?

[KNOCKING AT THE DOOR]

[ROWLF BARKS EXCITEDLY]

[TOENAILS CLATTER ON FLOOR, TAGS JINGLING]

TIM

Ow! Christ—

GERRY

(From the other room) Tim, you stay right there. I’ll get it.

TIM

I’m—

GERRY

Don’t say you’re fine.

[FOOTSTEPS ALONG THE HALLWAY]

GERRY (DISTANTLY)

Get back, you menace. Rowlf, heel.

[DOOR CREAKS]

Can I help you? This is a private residence.

[FAINT, INDISTINCT VOICE]

Who’s asking?

[FAINT VOICE EVIDENTLY REPLIES]

Oh—yeah, yeah, come on in. Don’t mind the dog. Rowlf!

MARTIN (DISTANTLY)

It’s okay. I like dogs. And we’ve met before.

TIM

(Surprised) Martin?

GERRY

Timothy Rodolfo Anthony Stoker, you keep your ass on that sofa.

TIM

(Groans) Yes, Dad.

GERRY

Have a seat. I’m making tea.

MARTIN

No, no, it’s okay, it’s—I-I’m not staying long. I just…

I just wanted to make sure you were all right. Jon was, um, he said you left before he could get your statement.

TIM

He was—never mind.

I’m okay. Bit sore, but I’ll live, you know? Partner’s just a bit overprotective.

MARTIN

Right, right, yeah, that’s—you know, I don’t think you’ve, um, you haven’t mentioned his name before?

GERRY (CALLING FROM THE OTHER ROOM)

It’s Gerry.

MARTIN

Oh, yeah. Okay. Yeah.

S-sorry, I—I shouldn’t have—I, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

And…well, to say I was sorry. I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind, I—

TIM

What? No. No, no, no. Martin, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you.

I should be the one apologizing. I—fuck it.

[SOFA SPRINGS SQUEAK OVER MILD SOUNDS OF PROTEST FROM MARTIN]

[FABRIC RUSTLES]

I’m sorry, kiddo. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I was trying to get you both out safely, but…

MARTIN

You did, though. You—we’d both be dead if it weren’t for you.

Thank you. I, I don’t think I said that while we were in the tunnels, but…thank you. For looking out for us.

TIM

Hey, that’s what I’m here for.

You did good, too, Marto. You found your way out. You didn’t get bit, did you?

MARTIN

No, no, no. No, I—I didn’t see many worms. Actually, (nervous laugh) that worried me a bit, you know? Like if there weren’t any worms, I’d gone too far from the Institute. That’s what I told Jon.

I was just trying to find my way back, a-and then I heard the screams. And then I started finding all the withered worms in the tunnels, and that’s how I knew she—that Jane Prentiss was dead.

TIM

That’s…good to know, actually.

MARTIN

You didn’t know she was dead?

TIM

No, I did. She was looming right over me, and I sort of figured that was part of the screaming. I just didn’t think about the worms being…connected to her. Or part of her or whatever.

Anyway, I’m just glad you’re okay. What did you do, follow the worms out?

MARTIN

(Brief pause) Why didn’t I think of that? Stupid. Stupid. That would have been so much easier.

TIM

(Firmly) You’re not stupid.

MARTIN

Yeah, but I didn’t think to follow the obvious clue! I just, I just wandered, looking for a way out. I thought I found one—a-a door—but it turned out to just be a room.

TIM

Filled with dessicated worm corpses, right?

MARTIN

No. No, the worms didn’t…

Did, um—w-when did you leave?

TIM

Pretty much right after I got out of quarantine. I joked about itching a little with the paramedics and they kept me longer. Why?

MARTIN

Then you didn’t talk to anyone? Elias, maybe?

TIM

…About what?

MARTIN

O-oh. Um, um, you…you maybe want to sit down or—

TIM

Martin! Just say it, all right? What was in the room?

MARTIN

It—I-I found Gertrude Robinson.

TIM

(Exhales) So she was down there. I wondered…

MARTIN

Yeah. Sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the room. No worms. No cobwebs. Just…the dust and the cardboard boxes full of cassette tapes.

And an old corpse.

TIM

What?

MARTIN

I mean…it’s been more than a year, Tim. If it wasn’t so dry and dusty down there, I wouldn’t have recognized her, I don’t—

Tim? Tim, are you okay?

TIM

(Quietly) What happened to her?

MARTIN

…She was shot. Three times that I could see. In the chest.

TIM

…Jesus.

…

Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?

MARTIN

Yeah, I’m—I’m going back to my place.

I don’t know how long I’m going to stay there, honestly, but at least I know it’s safe now. And, um, Elias said we can take the rest of the week off.

I probably have to go back in tomorrow, though. The, the police want me to try and show them where her body is. I-I’m not sure I can find it again, but…

TIM

You’ve got my number. Call if you want company, okay?

MARTIN

I mean, I don’t think you’re in any fit state to go anywhere, but—sure, yeah, okay.

You’re sure you’re okay?

TIM

(Unconvincingly) Fit as a fiddle.

Go home and get some rest, okay, Marto? And…you did good today. Real good.

MARTIN

Thanks, Tim. You, too.

Bye, Rowlf.

[FOOTSTEPS ACROSS THE FLOOR, DOOR OPENING AND SHUTTING]

[SEVERAL SECONDS OF SILENCE]

GERRY

Tim?

TIM

“My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.”

GERRY

What? Jon or Sasha?

TIM

…You didn’t hear any of that, did you?

GERRY

Just you asking Martin if—Tim. Tim, what’s wrong, what is it?

What happened?

TIM

…

…Gertrude’s dead.

GERRY

What?! Dead? Since when?

TIM

From what Martin said…Elias was right. She’s been dead this whole time. Someone shot her and left her in the tunnels under the Institute.

Along with—(Sudden realization) the tapes. Martin said she was surrounded by cardboard boxes full of tapes.

GERRY

(Softly) Oh, God.

[FABRIC RUSTLES]

[SQUEAK OF SOFA SPRINGS]

You are not going down there looking for them. Not in the shape you’re in. We’ll have to…we’ll figure out how to get them later.

TIM

They’re probably going to be in a police evidence locker for a while. Assuming they find her.

GERRY

Won’t be the first time I’ve broken into a police station. Probably won’t be the last.

[SEVERAL LONG MOMENTS OF SILENCE]

What are you thinking?

TIM

I’m thinking that answers the question of whether or not to say anything to Jon.

GERRY

…Okay, you’re going to have to run that one by me. How?

TIM

He must know more than he’s letting on. He’s got to have some idea about all this already.

Or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he’s just a power hungry idiot. I dunno. Doesn’t matter. I’m still not going to talk to him about all this, not yet.

GERRY

Why not?

TIM

Because right now, the best conclusion I can come to is that Jonathan Sims is the one who murdered Gertrude Robinson.

[CLICK]

[marcothephoenixhusband]

DJ Cam Girl

Marco X F!Reader

AU Modern Day

🔞18+ NSFW Like One Scene

Inspired by Suckerpunch the movie but with a twist~♡

I never said I was good at writing...

This is the short story from my poll.

Characters: Marco, Ace, Law, Baby Five, Doflamingo

Neighbors and Best Friend, to Girlfriend, to Proposal

You started being a online DJ Cam four years ago going on five years when you moved into your apartment. Little did you know who was watching you. You try to hide the fact that your a DJ Cam girl but eventually Marco figures it out and someone else too. You also work at a high class club as a cage dancer with Baby Five run by Doflamingo named Blue.

~

Setting up your turntables you get ready for a mix set after dancing in a cage at your work in a highclass club/bar called Blue. To be clear your just a dancer. There is a dress code but you pick what you wear everyday. Your in your big room and turn on your camera then set up Tweet a streaming service.

"Hello everyone its so nice to see you all again! Hi my OGs Kiwi, Robot, Slick, Blue Phoenix! And hello to my new subscribers!~ Im gonna start with S&M - ayesha erotica (mashup) by iiblxssom_angelx" as you mix songs skillfully together you mix into Slayyyter - Stupid Boy (ft. Ashnikko, Ayesha Erotica, Big Freedia) [mashup] by dogbby07 while dancing erotically for the camera. After the session you say

"I hope you all liked this mix session thanks for watching I hope you all have a good night or day wherever you may be thank you for the donations and subs~♡" you end the stream then big sigh and go change into a t shirt and shorts then put away your turntables taking off your wig and putting it away. Then you hear a knock at your door so you go to your hallway, unlock and open your door to see your neighbor, apartment two and your apartment three, Marco Phoenix who is hot and a doctor. You crack the door and say

"Hey Marco whatsup?" He looks at your attire your dressed in shorts and a tshirt no shoes.

"Have you seen the news (n)? Yoi" he asks politely and you shake your head no

"No I havent I dont even have a tv remember? Why? Whatsup man?" You ask as you walk into the hall to talk.

"Well apparently theres a serial killer on the loose. I figured id let you know since you know your a woman living alone Yoi."

He replys.

"Oh shittt ugh who this serial killer after?" Asking you cock your head to the side as you cross your arms.

"Well their calling him the Cam Girl Killer right now. Just thought I should let you know since I know you live alone Yoi"

"Well dam thanks Marco ill have to buy a taser or something. Why is it that serial killers only go after women? Fuckin weird right?" You say as he shrugs

"Well most likely because women are easier targets but if anything does happen just yell my name and ill come out. Yoi" he says and you retort.

"I hope it doesnt come to that Marco.. thanks for letting me know since I work nine pm - five am everyday. They say having a regular schedule is bad. That serial killers like that to stalk their prey. But I dont have any control over that my boss Doflamingo is super strict." He raises an eyebrow as he says

"Well just be extra wary okay. Id hate for anything to happen to you. Do you want to hang out tonight or no? Yoi" he asks as you say

"Hmm sure just give me a minute to wipe my makeup off and ill be over in a few." You see him smile and nod

"Okay see you in a few (n)" as you both enter your apartments and you go clean your face. Thats Marco for you always caring and sweet. Your best friend but you never invite him over because Cam girls have a stigma against them. Of course you have a big fat crush on him too. Youve known him ever since you moved into your apartment. Going on five years now. After you wipe your makeup off and you grab your lanyard with your keys on it exit your apartment and lock up. Then knock on Marcos door as he opens it revealing a happy smiling Marco. He looks at you as he lets you walk in placing your shoes on his shoe rack.

"So what you thinking for tonight?" You ask him as he goes to his wine rack grabbing two glasses pouring some wine into each glass then going over to you handing you a glass. You sitting on his couch.

"How about some uno? Yoi" he says as you take it and take a sip.

"Thanks Marco and are you sure about that? You know im competitive haha" you laugh as he smiles and says

"Its no worries haha you know I dont mind Yoi" he retorts as you say

"Okay well we need some music then not tv this time"

"Okay okay there is this one woman I follow on Tweet she does cam DJing here ill put her on.

"Ouu you have taste in music? I never knew I cant wait" you say teasing and giggling then he turns on the DJ and you hear your set, eyes widening slightly as you realize he listens to you. You had tried to hide it.

'Does he know its me? No way I wear wigs and wear different clothes for my sets and work. Does he know where I work? Probably not hes not the type to go to clubs right?'

"Okay are you ready to get mad (n)? (N)? Hellooo? Yoi"

"Oh yea sorry spaced out haha" you laugh and say

"Im totally taking you down and shes hella tight I love this music!"

"Ya I love this music now. I discovered her a couple years ago her name is SlayStar on Tweet stream. I used to not like this kinda music but it grew on me. Yoi" he says as you take a big gulp of wine.

'Okay so it seems he doesnt know in fact no one should know besides my gurl friend Rizza who lives in another state. Thank fuck the walls are super insulated in these apartments. I mean we all pay a high price to live here' you think as he starts shuffling the deck and you move with the beat.

"I fuckin love this song!" Marco chuckles and says

"My favorite parts coming up. Okay lets start cutie Yoi"

'Hmm cutie? Does he like me too? Maybe hes just a flirt?' You think as you both play uno until he wins which was two hours later.

"Fuckk mann you win okay I guess I admit defeat tonight" you giggle as you feel a bit tipsy.

"I should go its getting late and I have work tonight" he nods and says

"Yea you should drink some water dont want a hangover tonight at work do you? And you shouldnt drink so much before work. Yoi" you point at him laughing.

"Your funny Marco you gave it to me. Silly im only a little tipsy" you say and stand swaying a bit as you head to the door as he crosses his arms and gives you a look.

"Uh huh you sure about that? Yoi" he says as you say

"Okay Mr. Phoenix I promise to drownd myself in water when I get in my apartment. Better?" You get on your shoes as he opens and holds the door open for you, him watching you go to your apartment unlock it then say loudly

"Ill get you next time Marco!"

"Ya ya suree now drink some water (n). Yoi" he says as you give him a thumbs up and go into your apartment locking the door. You get dressed and do your makeup then put on your trench coat so noone thinks your a hooker. After your completely ready you call an Uber and wait inside the locked lobby door for your ride. Once you get to work you clock in as Doflamingo or Dofo for short comes into the dressing room.

"Allright everyone do touch ups then go shake your asses out there!" He says loudly then heads out to the front of house greeting big spenders. It was a busy night and the night DJ was pumping up the jams. You look at Baby Five who looks peppy tonight.

"Hey Baby Five why are you so peppy?"

"Well I got together with this new guy and he totally needs me!" She sqeals in happiness.

"Well as long as your happy" you say finally ready and go out to be let into your cage. Your wearing pvc bralette with straps snaking around your curves, booty shorts and thigh high boots.

~Weeks Later One Night At Work~

"Erotica just quit so I need you to change your shift (N). Nine am to five pm since your my most experienced dancer. I need you for the day time audience start working on singing. Ironically weve been lacking lately anyways due to her anyways so I need you to bring the crowd back" Mr. Doflamingo says and you nod.

"So when do I start?" You question.

"Tomorrow we need a pick up in traffic pronto." He says as you nod. You call an uber home as your shift ended. Once home you pass out.

~Once Your Alarm Rings~

You hear it but dont want to get up. A couple minutes pass and you decide youd like to keep your job and apartment. Getting ready you drink and eat breakfast then shower dry off and get dressed. Doing your makeup you put on your trench coat and grab your phone and keys and purse. Walking out of your apartment you hear and see Marco locking up his apartment.

"Morning Marco!" You say as he turns around seemingly surprised.

"Hey (n) why are you up so early? Yoi"

"Doflamingo my boss switched my schedule for a day shift since a girl quit *yawns* im so tired. Now my schedule is nine am to five pm now" You reply and he nods

"Well look at that, now I dont have to worry as much. Guess ill see you at five pm Yoi" he chuckles and smiles in his casual attire his muscles defined almost popping out through his shirt.

"Okay sounds good~"

'Hes not going to work today I wonder where hes going? Ahh he fills out that shirt perfectly' You think looking at his backside. You both walk to the lobby as you had called an Uber in your apartment. Walking out you part ways with Marco and you go to work. In the changing room in the back of house you do touch ups then go to the cage.

~Nearing The End Of Your Shift~

You hear more customers come in as your party at your table left and the table had just been cleaned. It didnt mean you could just stand there though your job was to dance. You see three men slide into your booth as your in the cage then recognize one of them, but the dancers arnt allowed to talk to customers unless they order the sing a long package. There was huge led screen tvs for the dancers to see the song lyrics to sing a long and dance too. He looks at you shocked

"(N)? Yoi" Marco and you make eye contact as you continue to dance you both blush red as he becomes fidgety.

"I can explain, later though! Yoi" He waves his hands in front of himself as he sinks into the booth which didnt do much since he is six foot eight. The other two men raise their eyebrows

"So this is the famous (n) we hear about all the time? Shes pretty I can see why you like her Marco" The man in the middle asks Marco as Marco blushes

'He talks about me to others?? Intresting. Like me? Like how though? As friends or like like?' You think as you dance.

"I never knew she worked here before now. Yoi" you hear Marco say which stings your chest.

"Well im ordering the sing along since it is MY birthday"

'Great ill have to suck up my pride and grit this. I still have two more hours on the clock. Im so embarrassed that Marco is seeing me like this' your dressed in velvet booty shorts, a velvet bralette with extra straps thigh high pvc boots and jewelry with your (C) (L) hair up.

"Whyd you have to drag us to a place like this Ace? Ya" the guy on Aces left from your view said. Another painful sting to your chest.

"Ah come on Law dont be a buzzkill lets drink! And I like Blue its not a strip club but more high class especially for you refined gentlemen haha" Ace says to the man on his left a presses the sing a long button on the table. Suddenly you hear your boss Dofo come up to you and give you a headset while talking to the three men.

"Hello Ace nice to see you again. Nice to see you brought friends too. Now this one here came from the night shift she doesnt sing much but let me know if there are any problems." Dofo says as Ace responds.

"Hey Dofo wheres Erotica? She is so good. I came cause todays my birthday I wanted to see her but (n) is okay too"

'Im just okay too?! Ill show this cocky brat I bet hes younger than me anyways' you think angrily as you have a smile on your face because youd loose your job otherwise.

"Unfortunately Erotica left the club but (n) is one of our most experienced dancers so your in good hands. Ill get your regular bottle tab going" Dofo says while taking Aces, Laws, and Marcos credit cards.

"Hello all you sexy men please push which song youd like to hear and ill sing it for you" you say. What no one knew was that you DID sing just not at work until now. Ace tried at every attempt to flirt with you and you noticed Marco looked slightly upset.

Ace chose a song which was

Britney Spears - Gimme More (bass boosted) As you skillfully sing and dance erotically they all take shots and drink what you assumed was votka. Marco ordered the most drinks then it was Law then Ace. After awhile of only Ace picking songs he says

"Come on you two pick some songs im paying for the sing a long anyways!" Ace says obviously tipsy as the other two seem to hold their liquor. Law picks timbaland - give it to me ft. Nelly furtado, justin timberlake (sped up) then the other two men are peer pressuring Marco into picking a song. He picks S&M - ayesha erotica (mashup) to which you kinda couldnt help but meet his eyes during the song. Which was also part of your job but you also couldnt help your blush throughout the entire song.

"Awe look shes blushing! I think she likes you Marco!" Ace notices as he talks with the two men.

"Ace quit embarrassing me. You should respect places you go to. Yoi" Marco says

"Even I know you dont shit where you eat. She is very skillful ill admit. Ya" Law says as hes eyeing you. Now all attention was on you as they passed the control pad around picking songs. Eventually your off the clock but you knew you couldnt stop dancing and singing as long as there was a party at your table and until Dofo came to unlock your cage. Marco looked at his rolex watch then says to the two men.

"I think its time to go its five pm weve been here for two hours. Yoi"

'Thank god I told Marco my schedule this morning but now things are probably gonna be weird between us or actually maybe not???' you think as the men reluctantly agreed with Marco. Dofo finally came around opening your cage when Ace asked for the tab. You overhear Ace say

"Hey Dofo you need to keep (N) on this shift ill definitely come back!" You enter the dressing room and wrap yourself up in your (c) trench coat, grab your purse, put on your sunglasses then walk outside. You were about to call an Uber when you hear

"(N)! Heyy you were great! Dont worry I told Dofo you were great too! Its nice to finally meet you!" Ace yells as he holds his hand out to shake yours. As you shake his hand you say

"Its nice to meet you too Ace and Law what do you mean finally?" you say shaking Laws hand now.

"Well Marco here talks about you all the time!" Ace says gently punching him in the arm while smiling as Marco blushes slightly.

"Ahh okay so how do you both know Marco?" You question as Marco says

"Ace is a nurse practitioner and Law is a surgeon at my hospital. Today is Aces twenty third birthday so he drug us out here. I didnt know he was a regular at Blue. Yoi" you nod

"You dont own the hospital Marco even if you are the number one doctor there" Ace says

"Ahh I see... well I should really get home and change"

"I should be getting home too. Ill call us an Uber Yoi" Marco says as you were about to stop him but let him call.

'He talks about me all the time??' You think.

"I better go home too Ya" Law says as he walks off in the opposite direction of your apartment down the sidewalk.

"Okay itll be a couple minutes theres a Uber coming for us. Happy Birthday Ace but were going home, take an Uber home okay? Yoi" Marco says as Ace nods and says

"Ya ya I know im tipsy dont worry I wont drive home! Dont be too naughty you kids" Ace says, and winks as he pulls out his phone calling an uber as your uber arrives you both say goodbye to Ace and get in. The ride home was uneventful you both blushed to embarrassed to say anything. Once in the lobby you both say at the same time

"I didnt know-"

"Sorry about them- Yoi"

"You go first" you both say the same thing.

"Please go first Yoi" Marco says as you say

"I didnt know Ace was a regular either. Ive always been on the night shift when the club is packed so theres no need for the dancers to sing since we have a night DJ." Marco nods and replys

"Sorry about them today I didnt know you worked there. Not that theres anything wrong with working there. What I mean is I hope this doesnt get inbetween us. Yoi" Marco says nervously as you say

"Dont worry Marco its just a job someone has to do it plus it pays really well your fine handsome" he nods and blushes at your comment and then let a silence grow inbetween you two before saying

"Haha I dont suppose you want to hang out after this? Yoi" Marco chuckles nervously as you raise an eyebrow.

"Sure sounds good just dont tell anyone where I work" you say sternly and Marco says

"I wont but Ace is another story. Yoi" you facepalm.

"Okay well let me go change and wipe off this makeup then ill be over Marco" you say and he nods

"Okay see you soon. Yoi" you both unlock and walk into your apartments, and you get ready. Once ready you grab your keys, lock your apartment and knock on Marcos door. You wearing a tshirt and shorts like usual. The door opens and you walk in under his arm since he is six foot eight leaving a whole head off of you. Going to his couch and ploping down you ask

"Sooo whatcha wanna do?" He pours two glasses of wine as usual and hands you a glass. Taking a gulp you ask

"Shouldnt you I dont know drink some water? Arnt you tipsy at all?" He glances at you and answers

"I drink socially besides it wasnt alot for me at the club. Ill be fine no need to worry. I dont really get tipsy im a heavy weight. Yoi" he smiles at you as you take another gulp of wine and you nod.

"I figured we could finish that uno game from last night. Yoi" he says and turns on the TV. Its showing the news as something cetches your eyes on screen.

"Wait turn it up Marco." Which he obeys and turns the volume up

"The Cam Girl Killer strikes again on Rose St. in.....last night...." the TV reporter says.

"Rose St. Is right down the road Marco" you state as he sips his wine and turns the channel to MTV Music.

"Im sure youll be fine as long as you keep your daytime schedule. Yoi" he tries to calm you. You take another big gulp of wine. He shuffles the deck and places the cards out on his glass table in front of his couch.

"Marco im a-" you stop yourself as you realize

'No I cant tell him not after today! Bad (N)' you think and he raises an eyebrow.

"No nevermind lets play your going down this time!" After you lost again your on your third glass of wine and Marco cuts you off.

"Alright thats enough wine for you cutie. Yoi" he winks at you and puts the bottle away then sits back on the couch a bit closer to you this time. Hes close enough for you to lean on so you do in your inebriated state, as you both blush he picks up his arm and wraps it around your shoulder, you leaning on his chest now.

"This feels nice~" you whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

"I agree. Yoi" he chuckles slightly as you listen to his heart rate raise. As you finish your third glass of wine your tipsy now and look up to Marco who looks down at you, making you both blush. Completely forgetting the TV was on.

"(N) I...I..... well.. let me just show you.. Yoi" he says as he suddenly tilts your chin upward with his fingers gently and leans down meeting your lips. Reciprocating you kiss back then use your tounge as he uses his flicking yours. He seems shocked you have a tounge bar. Eventually breaking for air he says

"(N) How was it cutie? Yoi" feeling bold with liquid courage you ask

"It felt awesome Marco can I have more? Hehe" Your a blushing mess and he knows this because its so obvious.

"Sure. Yoi" he slides you onto his lap so its easier to kiss him, you feeling his bulge making you blush hard but hes also blushing. You raise your hands to his cheeks, stuble, lean up as he leans down lips meeting in the middle. First it was a kiss then it turned into making out which became more rough. Soon you both were moaning in eachothers mouths as your hands went through his hair. Finally breaking for air you were both panting slightly as you felt his cock twitch in his pants under you.

"Listen (N) I have to admit I really like you. But I dont want to mess things up between us. Yoi" he says while you brush through his hair making him shiver slightly. Your blush deepens and he noticed as you reply

"I really like you too Marco, actually I like you alot okay" you admit as he seems shocked.

"Are you ... alright to make these decisions? You are definitely tipsy. Yoi" he says sounding concerned.

"I may be tipsy but ive liked you for years now Mr. Phoenix. Im glad you made a move." You say poking his nose as he chuckles.

"Really now well ive liked you for years now too. Yoi" he says then pecks your lips again noses close together. He seems hesitant about something but says

"(N) weve known eachother for years, since I like you, and you like me .... would you please be my girlfriend? Yoi" he looks you in the eyes.

"Hehe your so cute when your nervous. Of course id love to be your girlfriend Marco" saying then kissing him making out as he nips at your tounge making his cock harder. You could feel how wet your pussy was becoming with every slight movement. You both moaning as you unbutton a couple buttons on his shirt. He starts to get the drift as he breaks for air and asks

"Are you sure about this? You dont know who your messing with. Your tipsy as well. Yoi" he teases and chuckles.

"Oh im sure Marco and Im okay dont worry." you lick his neck and nip at it making him moan off gaurd. As you unbutton the rest of his shirt to reveal his abs and manly chest making you blush hard making him notice.

"See something you like? Yoi" he chuckles as he has a small blush on his face as he gently rims the bottom of your shirt seemingly unsure. MTV starts playing Ayesha erotica - Luxurious (Remix) by clouds.s0ftt You grab his hands and lead him to pull your shirt off revealing your bra.

"Marco do you know how hot you are or are you clueless?" Taken aback he says

"I work out if thats what you mean. Yoi"

"Being modest is so hot too you know" you kiss him making out, moaning as he grabs you bridal style stands and goes to his room laying you on the bed him unbuttoning his pants dropping them as you take off your shorts flinging them on the floor. Then him going to you he takes off your bra with one hand as the other slides off your panties you moaning.

"Oh wow nipple piercings too your always full of surprises (n) Yoi"

"Ouu Marco~ and yes nipple piercings" you slide off his boxers and jump off the bed kneeling down, he watchs you

"What are you- Yoi!" You take in his ten inch cock in your mouth and he moans out

"Ahh (n)! Yoi" swirling around his mushroom head you lick under his crevasse making him grip the bed.

"Fuckkk!!! Your so good at that!! Yoi" he moans out as you rib the bottom of his cock with your tounge bar making him moan your name

"(N)!! Yess!! Yoi" him gripping the sheets as you go deeper and deeper going in and out sucking while moaning on his cock making vibrations which made his cock twitch. After some time of deep throating him, him moaning your name he says

"God (N) your- your gonna make me cum!!" He yells as you mumble something but dont stop as your in the zone going in and out as fast as you can while sucking and slurping his cock. His cock stiffens and you could tell he was going to cum but he was trying to hold back.

"(N) you dont have to- Yoi" a couple more thrusts and

"Fuck your making me cum!!! Yoi" finally he releases his hot load down your throat as you swallow and slurp up your saliva thrusting through his high then gradually slowing to a stop. Suddenly your being picked up and thrown on the bed detaching your mouth from his dick with a *pop* sound.

"Your in for it now cutie. Yoi" he spreads your legs with his elbows and goes down on you

"Marco what are yo-!!! Ohh!!!" He licks your folds as he slurps up you wetness making you moan out

"Ahh yess Marco!!! That feels so good!!" He rubs your button with one hand as he sticks his tounge into your entrance making you moan loudly.

"Fuckk!! Handsome!!" He slurps and presses your ridges with his tounge getting you very close.

"Fuckk Marco your gonna- gonna make me cum!!" Him rubbing, sucking and moaning into your throbbing cunt sends you over the edge.

"Ahh!! Ma-arco im- im cumming!!" You feel your juices leaking out as he sucks them up through your high. Once finished he comes up wiping his face and crawls ontop of you both of you panting hard as no words are needed to know what eachother wants from the other. He adjusts his precuming cock at your entrance and slides in his tip making you gasp. Kissing you, making out he starts to thrust, inch by inch slowly going deeper with every thrust stretching you out as you both moan into eachothers mouths. Once he hits your back wall you moan loudly as you both break for air huffing. He starts thrusting deeper and harder trying to find your g spot. He finds it quickly, surprising you making you moan loud

"Fuckk!! Yes Marco!! Right there!!" He smiles at your lewd face and continues pumping

"Youve been such a good girl so ill reward you!! Yoi" you snake your arms around his neck running your hand through his hair as you continuously moan out his name.

"Yess!! Marco!!! After about ten minutes

"Aghh!! Marco im gonna cum!!"

"Cum baby girl cum on my cock!! Yoi" he moans out panting as he picks up speed and going harder. A couple more thrusts and

"Fuckk im cumming Marco!!!" Tears form in your eyes as your nails dig into his shoulders as he continues thrusting through your sex high.

"Marco feels so good!!"

"Its all for you (N)!! Im getting close cutie where should I cum? Yoi" a couple more thrusts and your seeing spots

"Um cum in me Marco!!"

"I dont want to get your pregnant! Yoi"

"Im on birth control!"

"Oh! Allright sexy!! Yoi" he moans as he speeds up from him being slowed down to talk which edged him on. Thrusting harder and faster again into your g spot another hour passes you cuming once more in that time before you feel his cock stiffen

"(N)! Im gonna cum are you- Yoi" you cut him off panting loudly, lewd face

"Im close handsome!!" As he continued thrusting you felt your core build and build until

"Fuckk I couldnt hold it! Im cumming Marco!!" You feel your walls constrict around Marcos cock tightly as he moans out

"Aghh!! Take my hot cum in you (n)!!" Sweat dripping from him onto you as you feel his cum squirting into you as you both moan eachothers names.

"Marco!!"

"(N)!! Yess! Yoi" he moans him pounding through your sex highs as he slowly slows down then eventually stops. Resting his head inbetween your breasts panting you both take time to breath again. Once both of your breathing normalizes he asks

"How was that my precious girlfriend?" Looking you in your eyes as you brush a hand through his hair. The other caresses his cheek as you reply

"Best ive ever had to be honest Marco" he smiles as he clutches you tight making his cock go deep inside you causing you to moan as your legs are twitching wrapped around his torso. You hang onto him as he holds you getting off the bed and headed to his bathroom he turns on the water waiting for it to warm up he rubs your back as you kiss his neck.

"Thank you my handsome boyfriend"

"Of course. Yoi" he says as he kisses your forehead and steps into the shower supporting you.

"Okay I have to pull out now (n)" whining you just nod releasing your grip. He holds your thighs as you slide out and down until hes all the way out and you reach the floor shaking. He holds you close to him as the water cascades down you both, you closing your eyes hugging him.

"Im glad you made a move hehe" you giggle and he smiles.

"Me too. Yoi" he says in a huff. Soon you regain some control of your legs as he soaped you both up then you both rinse off. He turns off the shower and grabs two towels one for you and one for him. As you dry off your (L) hair he seems to already be dried off. You watch him grab both your clothes and hands you yours as you hand him your towel you get dressed in your panties, bra, shorts, and t shirt.

"Whew how long was that?" You ask as your legs shake still, while you wobble to the living room and plop down on the couch.

"About three and a half hours. Yoi" he yells from the bathroom. He comes out dressed in different casual pants but no shirt. You blush

"How are you cutie? Yoi" he asks you. You giggle and say

"Im great its hard to walk but how about you?"

"Im doing great too sexy. Yoi" he comes round the table to sit close to you as you cuddle his side he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

~Three Months Later~

Dofo made your schedule permanent since you were bringing in more customers for the day time shift. Ace was one of those customers who loved coming in on his days off specifically requesting you when he comes in. Youve gained more of a following on Tweet too. You had a green screen up in your studio living room to prevent anyone from knowing where you live. You adjusted your set times to at night after "hanging out" with Marco. The Cam Girl Killer struck two more times over the months. You and Marco have been actually hanging out more frequently now that youve adjusted to your new schedule which happens to be Marcos schedule too. You have a healthy sex life. One day Doflamingo said youd have to take over Baby Fives shift at night the next night. You text Marco that you have to fill in for Baby Five.

(N) <Hey babe I have to cover for Baby Five tonight we wont be able to hang out>

Marco <All right just be careful. Ill stay up tonight>

(N) <No please sleep. Ill get in around five am thats so early>

Marco <Then ill wake up around that time. Im gonna do what im gonna do dont worry about me. I just need you to be safe>

(N) <Allright dear goodnight>

Marco <goodnight cutie be safe>

(N) <I will be handsome>

~After Work Covering For Baby Five~

You call an Uber to go home. As you walk into the lobby the door closes. You walk and open your apartment. You feel someone behind you. Instinctively you turn around and dodge a knife that a masked man dressed in a delivery uniform for UPS thrusted at you.

"Marco!!! Help!!!" Yelling at the top of your lungs you grab your taser and aim at his neck as he thrusts again you not seeing where it landed. You connect with his neck as Marco runs out of his apartment with only pants on and a baseball bat. He sees you against the wall and the perpetrator convulsing standing as you keep the taser on his neck.

"(N)! You can let go now hes done! Yoi" you let go of the button and drop the taser in your bag while Marco calls the police. The man falls to the floor. Then you feel faint as you feel Marco cetch you. You passing out.

~A Day Later In The Afternoon~

Flickering your eyes open you hear a HBM rise in BPMs and a familiar voice saying.

"Marco shes awake!" You try sitting up seeing your in the hospital but you hear.

"Hey lay down. Dont sit up yet let me get the bed for you. Yoi" you see Marco come into your room and you obey him laying back down as he adjusts the electric bed to sit you up while your laying on it.

"What am I doing here Marco?" You question as he calls on his phone

"Hello yes this is Marco Phoenix (N) (L)s awake now yes come now okay bye Yoi *click*"

Cocking your head to the side you feel a dull pain in your side as you realize youve been changed into a hospital gown.

"Marco" you say as he directs his attention to you now.

"(N) do you remember what all happened? You were stabbed by the Cam Girl Killer. Law said it was a miracle the knife didnt cut through your organs. Hes the one who did your surgery. Yoi" he says as it all comes rushing back.

"I was coming home from having to cover for Baby Five and the delivery guy thrusted a knife at me so I tased him then you came out and it all goes black from there on." You explain to Marco as he nods.

"I just called the police they wanted to talk with you since they caught the Cam Girl Killer because of you. And I called for an ambulance yesterday for you by the way. Yoi" Marco says.

~Once The Police Arrive~

"Hello miss (N) (L) could you tell us what happened?" The police and a detective asks as you explain your SlayStar on Tweet a Cam DJ, Marco doesnt seem fazed. Then explain the events as they unfolded. Marco is released to go see other patients as you finish with the police. Eventually Marco makes his way back to you.

"Hey Marco when can I go home?" He looks at you then says

"Ill get you discharged soon okay. Dont go anywhere cutie Yoi" he says then dissapears out the door.

'Haha dont go anywhere? Like I can barely move anyways haha'

You blush red as Ace comes in with a bag of your things and paperwork for you to sign.

"Woah why are you blushing? Or are you just happy to see me? Haha So tell me (N).... is it true your SlayStar?!" He blurts out as your face says it all.

"Oh shut it Ace!"

"Haha you are thats awesome! I know a famous person now!" Ace blurts out as Marco comes back in and says

"Ace stop harassing her and keep it quiet she probably doesnt want anyone else to know Yoi" Marco says as he undoes all your cords.

He addresses you

"(N) you all set you can get changed now. I hope you dont mind but I brought you some clothes from your apartment so you dont have to wear your work clothes. I put your key back on your lanyard. Yoi" Ace snickers as Marco explains.

"Thank you handsome" you say greatfuly.

"Ouu wait are you two like a thing now?" Ace asks as you and Marco blush looking at Ace.

"Oh man you are thats awesome! Congrats guys!" Ace exclaims.

"Anyways (N) I told Doflamingo about your situation so dont worry about it he says your job is secure just to get better quick dammit that hes taking this out of your sick pay." Ace explains.

"Thanks Ace it means a lot."

"Come on Ace let her change. (N) be careful of your wound. Ill help you change the bandages when they need changing. Ill see you tonight we have things to talk about" Marco says as you nod and gulp.

'Did I just ruin our relationship by omitting the truth that im SlayStar?' You think as Marco and Ace leave closing the door. You slide your legs out, sit up carefully and stand with some effort. Getting the hospital gown off you see gauze and tape on your abdomen with some blood spots in the gauze.

"Shit" you say and get dressed in black denim shorts and a t shirt.

'Wait Marco must have found out im SlayStar first when he went into my apartment fuck Im gonna have to apologize to him' you think as you put on your black sneakers which you wore to your work when you covered for Baby Five.

'Thank god I didnt wear my thigh high boots that night' thinking as you get your phone and lanyard out wrapping it around your neck.

'At least I have battery left in my phone to call an Uber. What?! Its three pm in the afternoon well at least Marco will get off soon. Who checked me in here? Probably Marco I mean he is my boyfriend.' You grab your bag which had your purse and work clothes in it and head out of the room. Walking outside you call an Uber home. Once home you eat and drink some water then lay in bed for a couple hours until you hear a knock at your door. Slowly getting up you unlock the door and open the door wide revealing

"Hello beautiful. Yoi" Marco says poking your nose as you giggle and open your door wide swinging your arm out gesturing for him to come in.

"Whats this? Am I finally being invited into your apartment? Yoi" he chuckles and pets your head as he walks in taking off his shoes putting them next to yours. You close and lock your door as you go to your bedroom feeling Marco following you. You lay down as Marco lays next to you. Looking into each others eyes he says

"So when were you gonna tell me? Yoi" you blush and think before speaking

"I didnt want to lie to you... you know the stigma against cam girls... I was gonna tell you eventually..... im so sorry Marco. I understand if you want to breaku-" you were cut off by his lips on yours. After a soild couple minutes of kissing you both break off.

"Dont even think that (n) I dont want to breakup thats not what I meant when I said we need to talk. Yoi" he says and cups your cheek.

"Then what did you want to talk about handsome?" You ask as you gently turn over on your side more facing him.

"Well for one youve been hiding half your life from me for over four years... let me inside (n) I want to be apart of your life like your apart of mine. Yoi" he says then removes his hand from your face.

"Okay handsome come with me" you say getting up and headed to the living room, him following you, which you converted into a studio but it still had a couch at least. You go to the kitchen and the fridge getting two Dr. peppers then set them on your desk as you set up your turntables chose and put on a wig. Doing your makeup quickly. And change clothes into a comfy DJ outfit. Marco grabs a Dr. Pepper opens it and sits on the couch watching you. You turn on your computer and start up Tweet.

"Hello everyone im back at it!"

<your in the news>

Slick

<ya check channel nine>

Kiwi

<I love your sets>

Robot

<I love you>

Blue Phoenix

<Is it true you you were stabbed its all over the news>

Frog69

<Heya>

Surgeon of Death

<Whatsup>

Fire Fist

"Here lemme check real quick" you check the Yourtube really quick and see the subtitles saying

[Popular Tweet Star SlayStar was stabbed but survived the Cam Girl Serial Killer.... the killer has been captured...]

"Ya wow I am in the news, and thank you my OG Robot and Blue Phoenix I love you too awe! And yes I was stabbed but it missed my organs. Hi Surgeon of Death and whatsup Fire Fist"

'Surgeon of Death must be Law and Fire Fist must be Ace' you think. You look at Marco who was smiling on his phone then clicked it and set it down.

'So hes Blue Phoenix well makes sense'

"Anyways im gonna start with Lizzo - About Damn Time" you start skillfully mixing that song with Ed Sheeran - Shivers then continue and eventually end with Ed Sheeran - Shape of You.

"Whew how was this set guys? I hope good. Ive been feeling inspired lately" you glance at Marco whose staring at you work sipping his Dr. Pepper.

<night>

Kiwi

<Hope you feel better>

Robot

<ya hope your allright be careful>

Slick

<Use an ice pack on the wound itll bring down the swelling>

Surgeon of Death

<Awesome set!>

Fire Fist

You look at the chat.

"Night Kiwi, thanks Robot, ya right Slick, thanks Surgeon of Death ill do that, thanks Fire Fist okay ima call it a night thanks to all my subs and viewers~♡ I hope you have a good day or night where ever you may be goodnight" *click* you end the stream and open your Dr. Pepper sipping it as you take off your wig and change your clothes. Then you use a makeup wipe to take your makeup off throw it away and break down your turntables.

"You did wonderful (N)~ Yoi" You hear Marco say. You make him some udon which he happily accepted. After he finished you put the bowl and fork in the sink and say

"Come on I wanna cuddle my boyfriend. Do you work tomorrow?" You question as he follows you to bed.

"No I dont im free and I know you dont work tomorrow so we can cuddle all night babe. Yoi"

"Oh but first let me go grab some stuff youll need. Law may have done a great job stitching you up but youll still need to heal. Yoi" he says then heads out of your apartment. After a couple minutes you hear the door and it lock as Marco rounds the corner of the hallway headed to your bed and lays some medical bandages, gauze, and tape out on the bed.

"Here come lay down flat. Yoi" you hear Marco say and you obey as your flat on the bed in front of him now. He changes your bandage as you pick your head up watching him. Then he tapes the gauze in place and goes and throws away the used bandage then comes back.

"Thanks handsome" you chirp as he puts the rest of the bandages on your nightstand along with his glasses and slides into bed cuddling you gently.

~One Year Later~

At the restaurant Shellfish. You and Marco sat at an outdoor table with a firepit next to you. He had told you to dress up, so your wearing a tight short black dress that shows your curves with matching your black furry pump shoes with a pleather black purse with metal strap.

"You look stunning this afternoon (n). Yoi" Marco says dressed in a grey suit and grey pants and white collared shirt as you blush.

"Awe thank you. Your looking very handsome as well" Smiling at eachother he reaches over on top of the table to hold your hand. You see the waitress come up to you both.

"Welcome to Shellfish what can I get started for you?" Looking at her name tag you could see her name was Sara.

"Ill have an Irish Ale. Yoi" Hearing Marco say as it was your turn next.

"Ill have a Malibu Sunrise thanks" you say as Sara nods then heads inside to get the drink order in.

"Starting strong I see Yoi" You look up to meet Marcos eyes from your menu.

"Huh oh yea well It was a tough day at work." He raises an eyebrow at you as you explain.

"Well I got this four person group of rude guys who kept commenting on my look saying what they would do to me outside of work but they got drunk and left so its whatever" You say as he squeezes your hand.

"You know I support you in your job but I have to say I dislike your clientele. Yoi" He says as Sara comes back with your drinks.

"Thank you. Yoi"

"Your welcome you two. Are we ready to order?" Sara asks. Marco orders his food first as he sees you looking at the menu still hands still intertwined.

"Ill have the steak drizzled in pineapple sauce and diced tomatoes and mushrooms."

"Allright sir and for you miss?" Sara asks.

"Ill have the Ahi tuna roll with a side of rice and lemons please and thank you." she nods writing down your orders then goes to put your orders in.

Making small talk as your waiting for your food he seems antsy.

"Are you alright my love?" He looks like hes been caught thinking about something.

"Ya- ya im fine dear just hungry Yoi" he says rubbing his stomach chuckling. You both continue talking about work when you see Sara come back with food and sets it down backwards. You and Marco just smile and wait for her to leave before swapping plates you giggling. After finishing dinner you sip your Malibu Sunrise finishing it off.

"Thanks for dinner you didnt have to honey~" You coo as he replies

"Anything for my love~ Yoi" He says then stands up and stands in front of you.

"Marco what are yo-" he shushes you then gets down on one knee getting out a small black box, opening it to reveal a sapphire heart ring.

"(N) (L) Would you do me the honor of being my wife? Yoi" Making eye contact with you. Mouth agape your shocked but respond

"Awee Marco id love that yes of course sweety!" You both smile as he slides the ring onto your finger.

"Ah perfect fit" You say as he sits back down and others clap for you both. After Sara comes back with the bill Marco puts his card down after writing up the tip. After leaving the restaurant he calls an Uber while holding your hand.

~At Marcos Apartment Celebrating The Engagement~

"Congratulations guys Im happy for you both Ya" Law says as Marco fills the four glasses with wine.

"Thank you Yoi"

"Thanks Law it means a lot" You say smiling wide just like Marco. Marco hands everyone a glass as Ace says

"Ya congrats you both. So whens the wedding?"

"We just got engaged Ace we dont have a date set yet." You giggle as Ace shrugs.

"I dont know you guys coulda been planning this" he says as Marco explains

"Ace she didnt know I was going to propose she was shocked. Yoi"

"Ahh okay well anyways congrats guys" Ace says and sit on the couch with you and Law leaving space for Marco.

"Hey Marco what do you have planned? Ya" You hear Law ask.

"Were going to play some rounds of Uno."

"Yess!! Your all going down!!" You yell as they all chuckle. Law won the first round then Marco won the second your all on the third round. Its been hours and sipping your drinks.

"No fair I have half the deck!" Ace whines and complains as you, Marco and Law snicker and laugh at Ace. You all have a glass of wine, each on your second glass. Your getting too tipsy by the third glass since you had that drink at the restaurant too and Marco notices.

"Uno!!" you yell laughing evilily as you sway and show one card to them all.

"Heyyy!! Shes cheating guys!" Ace yells as you chuckle evilily.

"No your just bad at this game Ace. Ya" Law says which makes you giggle.

"Hey I am not cheating. S'not my fault you suck at Uno" You snicker while sipping your third glass. Ace just glares at you with a blush on his face mouth open.

"Okay okay thats enough you two. Ace its your turn go. Yoi" Marco chimes in.

"Oh yea well take this (N)!" he yells and slaps down a yellow skip card which makes your mouth hang open, making Ace laughs maniacally. As the time ticks by you had to draw more cards but won the game. Now your all watching TV surfing through channels. After awhile of channel surfing

"Aight I think I better get going guys congrats again" you all hear Ace say as he stands grabbing his phone from the table and head to the door. Then Law gets up grabbing his phone too, following Ace.

"I better get going too my girlfriend is waiting on me. Congratulations you both. Ya" Law says as he opens the door and they both say goodnight and leave. You help Marco clean up the glasses as you down the rest of your glass.

"No more drinking for you. Dont want a hang over tomorrow do you? Yoi" He says while washing the glasses as you dry them.

"But its a special occasion Marcooo" whining you put away the glasses in the cupboard. He chuckles then says

"Ya your right I guess ill have to just take care of you tonight. Yoi" Giggling You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind you kiss his shoulder leaning your head on him as he finishes wiping his hands off.

"Hey let me hug you. Yoi" You release him as he turns around hugging you.

"Can I have cuddles tonight?"

"Of course you can beautiful. Yoi" Letting you go he cleans up the cards then heads to the bedroom too which you follow. Unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them off you slide into his bed as he takes off his shirt goes to the kitchen you hear water running then he comes back and hands you a cup of water. Gulping the water down you set the cup on the nightstand with your phone alarm allready set. Marco slides into bed motioning you to cuddle with him. Sliding over to him you wrap your arm around his waist as he slides his arms under your head and around your waist pulling you closer. Inhaling his scent makes you wet but your too tipsy to initiate anything.

"I love you Marco~ Im glad you chose me."

"Of course my dear. I love you too now get some sleep. Hopefully you wont have a hangover tomorrow. Yoi"

[unrenderedfuture]

Back to School Shopping

(A Doctor Who Academy Era and Goth/Borusa Fanfic. Warning it gets gay at the end lmaoo )

“Well first I need to look at the clearance section. I like to get extra stylus’s for the students’ tablets here if they break or damage the few they are issued by the academy.” Cardinal Borusa said pushing the cart that hovered along the floor towards the back of the school supplies store with Cardinal Goth tagging along with him.

“Why don’t the students bring their own extras? Aren’t your students in their 40s and older for the most part?” Goth asked with a confused look. Borusa sighed and and tossed a few marked down multipacks after examining them into the cart.

“Yes, they are older for the most part, but some of them do not come from houses that send them money for these things. My house sent me ten credits a week as an allowance for everything, I could barely afford shampoo. Next is court approved legal pads for the graduate students. ” Borusa explained moving down the aisle immersed in the school shopping

“They don’t provide them to you like they used to?” Goth asked showing Borusa a stylus marked down 90% with a naked Cerulean person with only a ceremonial collar made of leaves.

“That is abhorrent and not going into my classroom. But to answer your question those disgusting members of the school board decided that graduate student supply budgets are not necessary for our planets further policy attorneys.” The professor grumbled grabbing half off ten legal tablets.

“I mean they in theory should be working at least part time. Sendok thinks you mother hen the students too much.” Goth said with a smile.

“I had a student around a century ago attend a preliminary hearing as an intern graduate prosecutor forget to bring a tablet and I was the one to get chewed out by Inquisitor Darkel for being unprepared. I will not be having that happen again.” Borusa sighed rubbing his face at the memory of the ice cold stare the timelady gave him.

“I see. She can be a bit. Temperamental at times.” Goth agreed. He found most Timeladies not enjoyable to find company with.

“Next is clearance decorations and a few extra light bulbs for my desk. Drax stole four of them last year and became furious every time I would produce another.” Borusa chuckled grabbing five light bulbs and placing them into the cart gently.

“Did you discipline him?” Goth asked with a slight look of concern.

“Well of course, he didn’t get the satisfaction of disrupting my day. Besides when he blew up another teachers lab equipment trying to microwave my homework assignment he was in detention for every lunch for the next semester. He stole and did nothing else.” Borusa explained marking off his list.

“You wanted decor to look at next? What decor did you need?” Goth asked. Borusa looked at the section

“Oh I just like to look but I am not finding this age appropriate at all.” Borusa said looking at posters aimed for younger students on “Who Was Lord Rassilon” and “What is the High Council?”.

“Oh? I may purchase this one for the next Prydonian Chapter Meeting” Goth smirked pointing at the poster labeled “Be respectful and listen to your peers!”

“I second that Lord Goth. Place it in the Chancellors office too.”

***

They made their way to the regular priced area of social studies materials. Borusa pushed the cart looking around when he stopped in his tracks spotting a section he hadn’t seen before.

“‘Home schooling materials?’” Borusa asked out loud in horror.

“Oh yes I know a few people who are at least home schooling up to fifth grade and then sending children to the the academy later.” Goth commented.

“What on Rassilon’s great legacy would lead someone to do that instead of sending their child to the best academy in the galaxy!?” Borusa remarked gazing at the work tablets in disgust.

“And to think I spend tax dollars here at this establishment to receive products to nurture my students. I want an explanation to this nonsense!” Borusa said marching to the front desk.

“‘Nurturing?’ Goodness gracious, Borusa please come here. You really do mother them too much. They are not your children and you cannot control and parent every child on the planet yourself.” Goth said shaking his head as he followed with the cart.

“Of course I mother some of them! Some parental figures in these houses are not fit to run an errand to a grocery store successfully, nevertheless a child. It’s our jobs to fulfill that role and establish a bond between the child and state from an early age so that they associate ‘security’ and ‘happiness’ with ‘staying out of prison and listening to authority’” Borusa said as they reached the help desk.

“Hello sirs how may I help you?” The young clerk at the desk asked with a sweet smile. Goth shot Borusa a look to cool his anger.

“Hello there, I was looking to inquire on why this well established and beloved store is selling ‘Home schooling’ materials when we have six excellent academies teaching our citizens paid by the tax dollar already?” Borusa asked nicely, his tone staying polite.

“Oh, well we got that section this year after we ran a market simulation and found that some houses would be interested especially in the Cerulean and Patrexian Chapters. There is a trend on the Matrix social boards that some parents feel their teaching is superior to Professors and TAs at the Academies. We, of course, mean no disrespect towards you. ” the clerk smiled nervously at the two Cardinals at their desk.

“Ah makes sense. Come on Borusa, stop getting emotional over their marketing tactics.” Goth said starting to walk away.

“Well, their research is wrong. The first five years of education is the most important in a Timetots life. Who is the publisher? I want to write them a paper.” Borusa asked.

“Sure, the publisher. Let me see…” the clerk said typing at the holographic screen.

“Yes, it’s Craftstone Academics Inc is the publisher. We only get some homeschooling supplies really from them. They started as a student tablet decorating company.” The clerk said with a nod. Borusa sighed.

“Nothing is sacred, not even pedagogy. I am not mad at you my friend, I fear for this planet.” Borusa sighed. The clerk gave a confused look to Goth who smiled taking a hand around Borusa’s shoulders guiding him away from the spooked clerk.

“Well, I’m sorry our display upset you. I do have a coupon for teacher stamps if you are interested.” The clerk said producing a holographic sheet.

“Ooo Lord Borusa~” Goth grinned with a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you so much, miss?” Borusa asked with a smile.

“Mr. Alek. And you are welcome. I see your cart is full so hopefully this helps.” The clerk responded with a smile

“Yes, thank you!” Borusa smiled with a slight bow before taking the cart and Goth and heading to another section.

“Stamps. I need a dinosaur or if they have one of a human that would be fun. I have a few students interested in Earth Culture.” Borusa explained. Goth looked at the other Cardinal confused.

“Earth? That polluted planet where humans think they came from?” Goth asked. Borusa laughed.

“Yes, and while I am not an expert of humanity I do know that on that planet they call a few species of birds cardinals and I taught it in one of my second year student classes and they were obsessed because I look like the North American Cardinal apparently when I am cross with them.” Borusa explained finding a stamp that read “Excellent work” with a large lizard smiling in the background and put it in the cart.

“You are a Cardinal to a nine year old tot not because you were elected but because you look like an Earth bird that is likely extinct by this point because you get upset when they misbehave.” Goth repeated rubbing his temples.

“Yes.”

“Were we like this at their age? Are you sure this isn’t a de-evolutionary trend recently? Goth asked honestly. Borusa paused his browsing to think of his education and the amount of times Goth would lead their study sessions astray.

“No, you were worse. You still have the attitude of a brute regarding those you find to be in your way. And you wade too close to the line putting your hand so close to my neck in public.” Borusa whispered in a hushed tone. Goth smirked.

“Oh really? I seem to remember you enjoying our hands on study sessions” Goth said softly liking around before moving a piece of hair from Borusas face that was turning red and flushed.

“You have no proof!” Borusa argued softly with his finger pointed at Goth.

“I have evidence at my condo. I have my Borusa folder.” Goth smirked. Borusa’s eyes narrowed as he smiled.

“I have a folder for you too. Just in case.”

“Make sure you send the CIA the good nude photos of me. I’ll try to send ones that don’t have you drooling.”

“You are a B-A-S-T-A-R-D. And disgusting. And a terrible politician. And you were a terrible defense attorney.” Borusa whispered with a smug smile, standing right in front of him attempting to seem dominant despite Goth a few centimeters taller.

“You are a Government branded whore. I could not be happier to have a spoilt rotten Professor who produces the next generation of assholes in the council. I love you.” Goth grumbled back wishing they were not at in public but at home where he could kiss him.

“I love you too.”

[funnyp3rson]

Enchanting-Henry Hart-2

♧ Mo' Danger Mo' Problems ♧

[ ~ Is your body changing too?

My lord, Jasper. ~]

Ray had called Henry for his Kid Danger duties, which meant Briana was in her room pacing. She had never been so worried about the boy. She knew he couldn't give up, not this early on. But she also knew he was a thirteen year old teenager with no powers and could easily get his ass kicked by some older criminal.

She was proud of him for doing well as a sidekick but this never settled the nerves. The thought that her best friend was in danger and could, hopefully not, die scared her to no end. The girl was still pacing by the time the Hart boy opened her window.

"Hey Bri." Henry said when she rushed up to him, her eyes scanning for any injuries.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

His body was beaten and bruises littered his arms and torso. He grabbed her hand, in an action of reassurance.

"Bri I'm fine."

"Well it doesn't look like it, come on let's get you cleaned up." She said while she dragged them both to the bathroom.

He sat on the sink as Bri got the wash towel. Once she returned, she lightly dabbed it on a few cuts and scrapes on his knees and elbows. He winced at the feeling, but Briana continued. She was soon finished since there wasn't much to clean.

"Okay all done."

"What would I do without you?"

"You would've died."

"Shut up."

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

The four had gathered at the blondes locker, preparing for the struggles of a school day.

"Hey Hen, hey Bri." The curly-haired girl said.

"Hey Char." The two tiredly answered.

"What happened to you guys?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow at the two exhausted teens.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Oh, you guys okay?"

"Yeah." They chorused after.

"You sure, because we have Miss Shapen next. So you need to be prepared."

They both nodded in affirmation. The bell soon rang and their classes were going to begin.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

Class had started and Miss Shapen started talking, her shrill voice taking over the silence. The four teens were listening intently until the two blondes fell asleep.

Henry was sleeping because he was tired and Briana was sleeping because she was bored. Sebastian Stan's face popped out of nowhere caused her to jolt awake, just in time to see Henry get awoken by a childish teacher.

"Augh! Did you just give me a wet willy!" Henry exclaimed while the teacher chuckled.

"Yep, it was real wet." Charlotte smirked. Henry's face held disgust for his friend and teacher.

"You just slept through your entire test." The teacher scolded, more worried about her pay than her students education.

"I did?"

"Did we?" The teens voices overlapped. Miss Shapen only nodded at the duo. Henry's mind was racing while Bri stayed as calm as ever. This didn't concern her since she already knew all the work and her Dad couldn't care less about her grades, so, what is the point?

"Look at these two." Miss Shapen announced. "This is what happens when you spend all night on Twitflash and Twittlegram!"

"You're only saying that so you can get paid." Briana deadpanned.

The teacher only scoffed, confirming the teenagers suspicions. As she did so, Jasper raised his hand.

"Miss Shapen." The boy said. "Can I have a wet willy?"

"Oh dear God." The Smith girl whispered as the others groaned in disgust.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

After school, the four met up as usual at the Harts house. It becoming a regular hangout spot. Henry was pouring himself a cup of coffee, a comedically large cup of coffee. Briana had resumed her spot on the couch where she rested her head, her eyes boring into the TV screen. Charlotte and Jasper were watching a doctors show with an absurd amount of screaming.

"Hey Hen, come look at this show!" Charlotte shouted from the living room, causing the Hart boy to come trudging in.

"You okay Bri?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?" He inquired.

"Uh-huh."

"What are you thinking about?"

"About life and why you ask so many questions."

"Point taken."

His attention shifted from her to the screen in front of him.

"What's in the mug?" Jasper asked.

"Okay, why is everyone asking so many questions today?" Briana said quietly to herself.

"Coffee to keep myself from dying."

Briana moved her head from the armrest to Henry's shoulder.

"Can I have some?"

"What, no."

"But I want some."

"No-"

"Give it to me."

"I don't wanna."

"Too bad." She said while grabbing the mug. As soon as she took it away she started to chug the liquid.

"Yeah, I like coffee but not that much." Charlotte said. "Okay that's enough for you."

"But we need it." The two protested.

"You're thirteen, you can't be drinking this much coffee after school."

"Like it's mattered before!"

"Wait- before?" Surprise laced the curly haired girls voice.

"Not important, give me the mug."

"No, Briana, I love you. So for your safety, I will not let you drink out of this mug."

"For your safety, give it back."

"This cup is comedically large."

The two sulked, realising they wouldn't be able to get past Charlotte's concern. Jasper turned to them.

"What's the matter with you two?"

They shared a look. As Briana wasn't out physically fighting it didn't mean she was any less tired. She had her own demons to fight, like her home life. Sleep was the last thing on her mind ever since Kaya came home. Her sleep wasn't great anyway. Before, she would go to Henry's house at night and sleep on the couch in his room but since hes become a sidekick, his window has been locked. Metaphorically and realistically.

Henry was exhausted for a different reason. His nights have been spent fighting crime with Ray and trying to sleep. He was struggling to balance his school life, social life and sidekick life. It was all too much for him. But Briana knowing that he was Kid Danger made it somewhat more bearable. Coming home after fighting a criminal, with Briana there waiting for him was the most reassuring thing for him. It was like someone saying "I'll have your back until you don't have one." Her being there for him made it much better.

"Nothing's wrong." Henry reassured Jasper, but it sounded more for himself.

"Just, there's a lot going on." Briana finished.

"Is it your hormones?" Jasper said excitedly. "You've been having weird dreams? Is your body changing to?"

"My lord, Jasper."

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

After leaving the Hart house, Briana decided to suck it up and go to her own. Opening the door to her home, she was immediately greeted by Kaya.

"Briana, sweetie, I was just about to call you!" Kaya greeted, pulling Briana into a hug.

"Were you?" She answered annoyed, her hands stiff by her side.

The woman just nodded, her fake smile straining her face. In truth, Kaya never really liked her step-child. The thirteen year old only getting in the way of her money desires. One mess up and her bank account would be clean.

"Oh me and your father have missed you so much!"

"Okay."

The woman left with a scowl on her face, Briana was evidently knowing of her plans.

The girl made her way through the house, the blandness of the walls reminded her of what once was there. Before her mother's death, her house was full of bright spiral colours. But, now, her father had destroyed all the remaining memories of her. Everything but her room.

She paused when she got to her room. She was scared but she'd never admit it, especially with the new development in Henry's life. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake off the scar that cut so deeply into her heart.

The Smith girl sighed, and made it back to her own room. Entering it, she flopped down on the bed.

"Fuck, I miss you mom."

It was days like these where she wished she still had her mother, but she also wished her father hadn't married such a monster.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

Briana struggled sleeping that night, the woman that made her life a living hell still in the building, trying to contact the man who was supplying her all her needs. She would ask to stay at the Hart's house, but she knew that Henry was tired and didn't need that right now. 

She would only feel like a burden.

So she was surprised to receive a call from the previously mentioned blonde. Groaning as she sat up, she reluctantly answered.

"What do you want?" She said while bringing the phone in front of her so she could see him.

"Well, hello to you to."

"Again, what do you want?"

"Oh right right. Meet me and Ray at the man cave in a few minutes, he says he found a way to help me with the Puerto Rican history test." He answered excitedly.

"No I need my sleep."

"You can nap when you get there."

"It still means walking." She complained.

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine." She hit the end call button and trudged to her window.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

Briana entered the man cave late, her outfit was certainly a sight to see. Rats nest for hair, sunglasses on her face, Winnie the Pooh nightdress, alligator slippers and a coffee rested in her hand.

Ray, Henry and Gooch were there and ready for Ray's suggestion.

"I'm here."

The two men and the boy turned around to see her.

Stifling a laugh Ray said,"You okay kiddo."

"Hey Bri."

"Oh it's you."

"Yes it's me, hi Hen, and don't call me kiddo." She responded, drinking out of her cup.

The three guys stared at her, who had yet to explain why she was late.

"Why were you late kiddo?"

"What did I just say about the name kiddo." She said in a murderous tone. The older man just took three steps backward and gulped. He whispered a small apology.

"Anyway, why am I here?"

"To scan Henry's brain."

"Sounds gross, lets do it." She said, excitement laced in her every word.

----------

After finishing up the machine, the group of four set to work on Henry. Starting off with Gooch waving a wand thing around his head.

"Uh Gooch what's this thing doing?" He said as he had settled down in his chair.

"Scanning your brain."

"Cool." The teen sighed.

Gooch put the tool aside as he fixed a wired up colander onto Henry's head. "So now I need you to make this noise. Ouluuuluuu."

Henry copied him.

"No, no, no you're off key."

A chorus of weird noises followed, Henry and Gooch making them simultaneously.

"Okay why's he doing that?" Briana said, getting bored of the strange noises.

"Yeah, why am I?" Henry questioned.

"Relax kid." Ray told the teen.

"Relax, how am I supposed to relax. I have a huge makeup test tomorrow and I gotta study a subject I know nothing about. I don't have time to relax!" Henry complained.

"Exactly, your problem is lack of time." Ray replied cryptically. Gooch nodded along ad Briana just looked at him in confusion.

"Yeah, I think we all gathered that." Briana sassed.

"Don't sass me."

"I will if I want to."

"I don't want you to."

"But I do."

"Guys." Henry shouted. "Can we please get back to the important matter at hand. Please."

Briana sighed. "Fine, only if you let me copy your answers."

"What, no!"

"What, yes!"

"You're in a very argumentative mood today."

Gooch rolled his eyes.

"Henry, imagine if you could do all your studying for school in thirty seconds."

"He's barely got the capacity to learn anything, how's he going to suddenly do it all in thirty seconds?" Briana asked curiously.

"Hate to say it, but she's right." Henry agreed.

"Well it is possible with the Celebral Data Transducer!" Ray announced. "Or as we like to call it, the HRZ."

Briana shook her head. "That acronym made no sense and you sound like you're doing a 1920's shampoo advert."

"Briana, shut up." Ray retaliated, she just rolled her eyes in response.

"This device can transfer knowledge from a data source and send it directly to your brain."

"At ninety digibles per second." Gooch finished off.

The Hart boy looked impressed at the metal in front of him, Briana not so much. She saw that he was strapped down to the chair and took it as a bad sign.

"Why is he strapped to the chair?"

"Lets do it." Ray ignored the girl and continued wiring up the metal chair to his screen.

"Wait, why am I strapped to the chair? Is this gonna hurt? Bri! Don't let-" The boy was cut off by his own screaming.

Briana held her breath, concealing any laughter willing to break through. Sneakily, she took her phone out and took a photo of his violently shaking body. Sniggering slightly as his face contorted into many weird facial expressions.

Ray was laughing too. "Just enjoy it."

The machine slowed down, as did Henry's screaming and heart rate. Once it was at a normal level, Briana unstrapped his hands from the chair.

"Well?" Ray questioned.

"That hurt bad!"

"Not what I meant, about Puerto Rico?"

"I don't know anything about- Puerto Rico is a series of islands with a land mass of 3500 square miles and a population of six million people. Its glorious beaches and lush rain forests are the perfect setting for a wedding, bar mitzvah, or growing bananas." Henry blurted.

The two blondes looked at each other in shock.

"Whoa, I know Puerto Rico."

"Whoa, you know Puerto Rico."

"With this, you can learn anything you need for school, in a matter of seconds." Ray boasted.

"Do you think it's cheating?" Henry stood up in worry.

"Who cares if it is or isn't, free one hundred's all day baby!" Briana shouted. Heading straight for the elevator, ready to go home, she leaned against the wall and waited for Henry.

The guys were talking about how it was a "gray area". Which seemed good enough for him.

"Anyway, I really doing this appreciate you for me." The Smith girl looked at him as though he was speaking gibberish, which he was.

"Pardon."

"Uh-oh, the side effects." Ray stressed.

Briana played with the rim of her coffee mug.

"After you use the HRZ, you might mix up your words for a few days."

Briana looked at the Hart boy worriedly, knowing how talkative he was, he was going to have a hard time keeping this quiet.

Henry paced frantically. "Well could of you before me told."

"This is actually kinda funny." Briana said through laughs.

He glared at her before screaming like a girl. Which caused more laughs to tumble from Briana's lips. Like a domino affect, she dropped her coffee on the floor.

"Aw man, you owe me a coffee."

"I owe don't anything you."

They stuck their tongues out at each other. Henry then screamed again.

"Okay, why is he screaming?"

"Also would I to know like."

"That's just another side effect. Sometimes you'll scream like a-" Ray was cut off by another one of Henry's girl screams.

"Like a girl."

"So I'm a girl like a day for a few screams." He said, screaming again afterwards.

"Want to get lunch?" Ray asked Gooch, the older man nodding.

Leaving the two teens alone, with Briana still laughing, they gave each of them a mop.

"Clean the coffee."

Both of them groaned, but nonetheless obeyed.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

The next day, their tests were being given out as Briana was sleeping peacefully. Unfortunately, that peace was interrupted by Henry as he threw a paper ball at her head before Miss Shapen noticed and gave her a detention.

The bell had went and the blonde girl waited for Henry alongside Charlotte and Jasper.

A scream came from inside.

"Shit, he's gonna blow our cover." Briana whispered.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing." She lied easily.

Henry walked out with a smile on his face.

"A 100!" Charlotte congratulated the boy.

"Yeah, baby!" He high-fived Briana and the two started to walk off, the blonde girl glad that Charlotte didn't ask questions.

Apparently she spoke to soon.

"Hey, where were you yesterday?"

Henry decided to talk, much to Briana's annoyance.

"I got to had somewhere."

Briana sighed as Charlotte looked at him questionably.

"I had to go somewhere."Henry smiled. "Nailed it!"

"What an idiot."

Henry screamed.

"You later see." Henry rushed and grabbed Briana's arm, successfully dragging her out of the building, passing a confused Charlotte.

"You could've handled that better."

"Shut up."

"That means you didn't handle it well."

"Shut up."

"Should've let me talk."

"Shut up."

♡

"Come on, let's talk." Henry spoke, after reaching his bed after a long day and restless night. Briana had followed him as usual.

"What about?"

"I don't know. Sleep."

She looked confused. "Why sleep?"

"Because we've both been struggling with it."

"Um okay, I guess I've not been getting as much sleep."

"So that's why you've been sleeping in class."

"I've just been worried about you, it's not easy being Kid Dangers best friend and Henry Harts best friend." She said.

Henry couldn't help the guilt that gnawed at his chest when he heard those words. Kid Danger was something he loved but was affecting the people he loved negatively. Kid Danger was a more braver version of Henry and he liked that he could save people. But he was still only Henry Hart, the funny, nice kid no one noticed until he spoke in class. But he will only return to being another face in the street. Briana was being affected by this, and he would help her.

"Well, I'm still here for you if you need me. You know that right?" Henry moved to sit upwards on his bed.

Briana looked up at him. "I know."

"Whenever you need me." He said holding his pinkie finger out to her.

"Whenever I need you." She said, doing the same action in return. Locking her finger with his, they both smiled at each other gratefully.

Henry's mom went to check up on them in the morning. Seeing the two sleeping peacefully, with Henry's arm draped around Bri's waist, she smiled knowingly.

That promise will be one they will never regret, and one they will carry on for the rest of their lives.

[lauvra]

Within half an hour of arrival my father was in the garden clipping back the rose bushes, teaching me things and analysing the swollen limbs on the lemon tree. We took a long walk and bought ingredients for dinner and while I cooked he made a high score on Galaga. Therapy tomorrow, I'll hopefully finally get through the fourth session itch and make some headway. I'm not sure how much can be gained from speaking, I've combed through and analysed so many things from so many different perspectives -- for a long time I've considered one of the biggest benefits of therapy being being asked the right questions. See what I did there? I'm gonna leave it, to push forward. Maybe I want to try Ketamine therapy, maybe I want to try EMDR, maybe I want to try self-help books and bathing in the ocean. If midway I'm worried we're not getting anywhere or feeling unclear about the path forward and suspecting I'm gonna go home feeling like I could've gained the same result by journaling, I'll just say so. In the past I've bailed and tried to figure it out on my own which is so unrealistic on my part as well as unfair. I don't think it's reasonable for me to expect a psychologist to have decided on tools for my therapy or an approach to goal setting after meeting three or four occasions. Isolating myself is a problem, but I've been working on that by slowly developing some consistency even just by allowing places to become familiar and getting on a first name basis with other regulars and staff. I've never had a regular doctor or therapist or bar -- or anything, really, and I'm trying to change that. You have to ask yourself why you're so afraid of being seen or known and whether what you really fear is being taken advantage of -- and whether that's a logical fear anymore. It can be really easy to stay on the lookout for behaviours in others that confirm some deep-seated awful belief about your value, and when you're looking for something you'll find it every time. I value kind honesty, compassion, respect, fairness, accountability, authenticity, creativity, humour, curiosity, loyalty, solitude, wisdom, open-mindedness and probably a dozen other things that I want to pull to the forefront but struggle with like: adventure. Changing the sheets today and flattening them with my hand I realised there's been no sex in my bed -- no one but myself in it for years and I don't feel comfortable with promiscuous behaviour because in my past I slept with people I felt legitimately uncomfortable and unsafe around during times of emotional volatility and self doubt now it's at the forefront of my mind that using people for pleasure or validation doesn't align with my values. I value independence, but I'm not yet independent -- I must flood those who've helped me with gratitude, sometimes I feel trapped instead (and act like it) and can admit that.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Beta - Chapter 13 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Valium - Part 1

Alpha Silas Claymore

I got the call at around noon on the 28th from Dr. Victors.

The test results were back and he'd like to see me as soon as possible.   

As I made my way from the house, Simon 'who was out for a jog' spotted me and decided he wanted to join, that it was wrong for me to go alone and find out I was drugged.

Even if we already knew it.   

He seemed to be in a better mood.

He smiled more and talked more calmly.

Running did great things for him, it got his mind off all the demons that played in his head.

The office was empty when we walked in, Tara, Victors receptionist told us to sit since he was seeing someone at the time.

She smiled brightly at Simon who was wearing tight jogging pants and a tight blue jogging t-shirt with it.

Leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

He didn't seem to notice her as he sat down and continued on about Ellis' younger brother Ivan and all the fun they had, had at the mall yesterday.   

Ivan was by far the cutest kid in the pack, he's only eleven but his attitude is like a sixteen year old girl and his fashion.

Don't get me started on his clothing.

I saw him walking around the other day at the near by park, in a green kid-size football jersey with 'King 00' on the back and a pink tutu with black leggings and of course beaten up sneakers.

Ellis' mother was never a fan of gender rolls and liked to let her kids dress in what ever they pleased.

I can remember Ellis coming to school in pink tank top's and baggy jeans.

No one really cared how they dressed though.

Not just because at the time Ellis' father was the lead hunter and would kick anyone's ass who talked bad about his boys but because they were both well liked kids, never getting into  to much trouble and always able to poke fun at themselves if needed.

Everyone enjoys the spunk Ivan has and wouldn't dare make him upset because frankly he was far to cute to make cry.  

"Alpha. Simon. It's nice to see you both today. Come with me please," I hear Victors say, pulling me from my thoughts.

I get up with Simon and follow the doctor to the room at the end of the hall.

It looks like any normal doctors office.

Medical tools on the wall, charts with a human body and of course a wolf's anatomy too.   

After doing all the regular check 'my heart beat and my temperature' he asked if I felt odd.

Which thankfully after a goods night sleep, I felt 100% back to normal.

The doctor grabbed a file, placed it in his lap and looked at Simon and myself.

"Now, I need to ask you. Have you let anyone handle your food in the last, say four years?"   

I sit back in the chair provided, next to Simon and thought about it, then nodded my head.

"My father used to make me coffee in the mornings but besides that Simon would normally cook supper, after he moved out I started making my own. Why?"   

"Well," he says, clearing his throat.

"It seems for a good while, I could only assume your coffee had been drugged. We found high traces of diazepam, better known as Valium in your system, so much so any normal human would have overdosed long ago."

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to take in what he just told me.

My own father drugging me.

But why?   

"But,'" he continues.

"Whatever was given to you this passed week seems to have flushed your system. I say if you didn't ask me to take blood when I did I wouldn't have found the Valium at all. Though its normally used for an anti-depressant, the dosage you were given could have blocked emotions or thinking clearly."

"Now you seem like a level headed man Alpha Silas. So I can only assume you must have been given it to block emotions. Why? I have no idea. I also can't tell you what emotions were blocked. You may feel angry or tired in the next few days. So just be aware. Besides that, you seem very healthy."

I nod before getting up and shaking his hand.

Thanking him for doing all that he's done.

Then reassure him that I'm fine and haven't had any mood swings.  

It explained it though, why I didn't know Darren was my mate when we first met.

I felt a slight bond but pushed it aside as a Alpha/Beta bond.

When really it was the mates bond but the real questions still stands.

Why would my father drug me and why would these shifters want the drugs out of me. 

'And how did they know.'   

I mull everything over as I walk along side Simon, who has his ear buds in and is scrolling through his cell-phone, 'again'   

"So," he says taking one ear bud out and looking over at me.

"Have you been feelings any different?"

I shake my head and watch as two of the pack warriors walk by.

They nod to me and continue what they're doing.

Which is gathering all stray animals and taking them to the city for 'adoption.'

Thankfully the only animals that come near the pack are dogs.

Deer's, moose and other animals don't come to close because they can smell wolves and what smart deer would walk right into wolf lands.

We normally have to go a few miles out for hunting and even then there aren't to many.   

"The only thing I'm feeling right now is stress. After the pack meeting yesterday everybody seems to be a little spooked. I mean I haven't seen anyone out for a walk today and the kids all got drove to school, when they could have walked. I hate seeing the pack paranoid. They should all feel safe."    

"Silas we should talk about this. I mean. That man drugged your coffee for four years. I mean that has to hit pretty hard."

"No Simon it doesn't 'hit me hard' it's really no shock to me. Dad was crazy and unstable. He was probably trying to weaken me so I wouldn't become Alpha when I turned of age. You know how paranoid he got. We were all out to get him. He would have done anything to make sure he stayed in control."

Simon nods along but I can see the pain in his eyes.

I hate bringing our father up because I know all it does is cause him pain and nightmares.   

I try not to think about him either because his face still haunts my dreams.

Whether it be him smiling or the smirk he wore when he died.

I shake the thought from my head as I placed my hand on Simon's neck.

"Listen, how about I come over tonight and make supper, give you a break."  

He smiles and nodded before biting his lip.

"But be there on time or I'll start making it without you."

I chuckle shaking his head, knowing good and well he isn't joking when he says that.

[singsongraptor]

sitting in my wheelchair helped to calm the pain down enough that I could get back upstairs. I was not spared any standing making myself something to eat because the microwave is above the stove because the landlord was too cheap to put adequate counter space in this kitchen, nevermind getting into the freezer.

My leg and obliques are still in a lot of pain from trying to clean, and sitting in this shitty chair upstairs isn't helping much, but I'm not tryna lie down either. I just hate this a lot. Punished for regular, daily activities and shit I have no control over because gods forbid this society care about disabled people, or Black people, or afab folks, or gods forfend a combination of the above.

I think about how many doctors in the last ten years have insisted the problem is just that I'm fat and don't exercise enough, even though I've always had labor intensive jobs where I'm on my feet all day. Even though I don't lay in bed all day *now* because I have a kid and my husband works 12 hours a day. Even though I'm in increasing pain and decreasing mobility but still forcing myself through it all until I literally can't move.

I think about how many doctors in the last ten years insist the problem is all in my head, just psychological, and how multiple doctors told me to see a psychiatrist, and so I fucking did, and when I came back to tell one in particular that the psychiatrist did not believe my physical problems are caused by my psych issues, he said that psychiatrists can't diagnose that.

Do you know how dedicated to being a racist, sexist dickhead you have to be to tell someone to see a psychiatrist and then say that other doctor's opinion doesn't matter?

I think about how I haven't had dental work done in four years because the last time I did, when I dutifully informed the surgeons that I have trigeminal neuralgia, a nerve condition that causes pain in my FACE so excruciating that I'd rather go through my 25 hour labor again than have even ten minutes of the full force of pain, they resisted me begging for more pain relief. Yeah, they gave me vicodin and I was crying and begging just to speak to the doctor on the phone.

On speaker, because I couldn't hold the phone to my ear from the pain. The receptionist tried to tell me that it takes 3-4 days for an OPIOID to work. The doctor resisted even adding a steroid despite knowing about trigeminal neuralgia. I had to leave a facebook support group for TN because all I saw was white people getting compassionate care, including opioids, antiepileptics, and overnight stays to get control of their pain, while the most I've ever been offered is one dose of an NSAID barely better than 800mg of ibuprofen.

I just want someone to care. Why is that so much to ask. I don't want bullshit, condescending, patronizing platitudes about how they "understand" my suffering but they're not gonna do anything for me except refer me to a gaslighting specialist--oh wait, I mean pain management who "specializes in the mind-body connection" like gtfo.

and on god i swear if some white person comes in my askbox to declare they understand how I feel cuz ableism I will go nuclear. Ableism isn't the same as racism and newsflash I get both, so no, you don't know how it feels to talk to your white friends with the same or similar problems and realize they've tried dozens of treatments you've never even been offered and didn't know were options. You don't know what it's like talking to them and hearing how they're treated with gentleness, compassion and applauded for being knowledgeable while your actual school credentials and job history get you treated with scorn.

I hate white people. You did this. You do this. You created and maintain this. Most of you would either actively participate in slavery or would turn your head away with bullshit like "but at least they're fed/treated well" or whatever helps you assholes ignore what your people did and continue to do to mine. Fuck you and this society you've poisoned the whole world with.

Why does everything have to hurt and be so damn difficult. I just wanted to clean my fucking house, but standing to wash dishes hurts and I don't have anything tall enough to sit on to make it comfortable and easy.

Bending at the waist, not even a full bend, only for a few minutes, hurt me so bad that my eyes were watering as I desperately hobbled up the steps to my wheelchair. Crouching also hurts! And hurts more of me! Though let's not ignore the nerve pain caused by bending at the waist all the way to my damn toes.

How do I avoid these things when my wheelchair is barely useable on my ground floor? When I can't get it out the house to use outside? When I have to climb stairs everyday? When the sidewalks are busted and covered in dog shit and blocked by bushes, construction and garbage cans and bikes and and and?

When the nearest transit route is barely accessible to my cane and rollator and cannot be boarded by anybody that can't climb steps and there's no other option to go down the main road I need on a regular basis? What do I do? I cannot just stay home. I can't afford taxis and rideshare.

What do I do? I can't drive either!

I just wanted to clean! And now I'm stuck in agonizing pain and all my fun stuff is upstairs! The AC is upstairs! I guess it's a good thing my new fan came and it wasn't too heavy and I have it set up because otherwise I'd be stuck without any ventilation or cooling!

I just wanted to fucking clean!

My doctors don't even care enough to diagnose me, much less provide me pain care! Someone tell me what's wrong with my fucking muscles and nerves! Tell me what's wrong with my joints and ligaments! Something is wrong and nobody cares and I'm trapped by insurance bureaucracy and poverty with racist, sexist, fatphobic, saneist assholes!

All I wanted to do was clean. I couldn't even go to my most recent doctor's appointment because the thought of navigating an hour on public transit without my wheelchair in the exhausted state I was in filled me with despair. I haven't seen my neurologist in over a year because she does not fucking care and actively sabotaged my visit with a new neurologist who was a condescending coward.

What do I do? How do I accommodate this? I just wanted to clean

[igotanidea]

Be careful who you bring home : Morpheus x reader

part 2 is up

request/summary by anon: you know how people get pets for emotional support? reader with anxiety or fear of loneliness finds a big black cat in a park and she is just: yeah, you are coming home with me. cat happens to be post imprisonement!morpheus. he wants to argue, but she quickly takes him to her apartment which is conveniently close to the park. reader cooing to cat: who is my little baby and Matthew seeing it from the street and laughing at his boss. with 142 for reader (maybe he said something while being a cat) and 153 for morpheus.

142 was "it's just your imagination", 153 was "put me down" I might have changed the request a little bit but I hope you'll like it. Also thete is a bit of a twist/ crossover in the story. Wonder if you'll get it :D

***

„Have you ever considered getting a pet?”

The girl in her mid-twenties, dressed in comfy, black clothes sitting in front of the therapist frowned in confusion.

“A pet” she repeated “and why would I need that?”

“You know, it is proven that they have positive effect on people who suffer from depression and anxiety, so maybe this would be a good idea for healing process”

“Do you give such advice to all of your patients, doctor Raynor? Did you give such advice to Bucky, as well?”

“We both know he is not that kind of guy.”

“Really, why not?” the girl shrugged “he had some goats in Wakanda after all.”

“Stop joking around.”

“Jeez, fine. I won’t get a pet. In my current mental state I can barely take care of myself, let alone any other living being. Any other words of wisdom coming from you?”

“Not with this attitude. You may leave for now.”

“You know if I was paying you that would be the shittiest session not worth a dime.” She grabbed her coat and without a word, hands in the pocket left the room and not-so-pleased therapist.

A pet. Good joke. A four legged animal who would wake her up in the morning and at night asking for food or caress. A being that would turn her life upside down since it would require constant care and supervision to avoid destroying her apartment. Nope. Thank you very much. She was good enough by herself. Determined to get her head and broken soul back together and get clearance to get back to SHIELD and field operations. She missed that, but apparently beating up a bunch of bad guys leaves you in emotional trauma and in need of recover. Bullshit! She was an agent, for god’s sake, not a crying mess. Her attitude was far from cheerful and optimistic but just today she had to curb her murderous thoughts since one of her nieces were supposed to visit. Jemma was five years old and was still going through her princesses, pink glitter and unicorns faze. She was a challenge to be around, but definitely worth it. Her father, agent’s sister were supposed to drop her in straight to the house, but just a minute ago she got the message about the change in plans. Since the weather was beautiful and it was not often this time of the year, he took the chance for a little walk in the park and decided to meet his sister there instead of in the four walls. As she approached the park, she noticed her family amongst other walking people. Jemma was running around, picking leaved and jumping into the pools with loud, happy squeals. She could not hold back the tiniest smile on her face.

“She’s gonna get all wet and dirty and then who will tend to that?” the girl mocked while coming closer

“Hm, don’t know. I think at this point she would be someone else’s responsibility.”

“Hello, brother.”

“Hello sister” he hugged her tightly “how you’ve been? Life still kicking you in the guts?”

“I mean, when it doesn’t? You know my line of work….” Her brother was convinces she was just some regular office worker dealing with boring documents, since that was simply safer for everyone.

“Right, so mundane and ordinary…..” he rolled his eyes

“Auntie!” Jemma turned around and run straight to her favorite relatives not caring about the mud she left on her trousers while clutching to her legs.

“Hi, cupcake. Don’t you have to much energy?”

“I have so much to tell you! About the rhyme I’ve learned and some new letters I came across and my friends and everything” little girl jumped around in excitement “And I know a new magic trick dad showed me. But I still don’t quite understand it….” she frowned

“It;s ok, cupcake, we can work on that.”

“Oh, thank god. Like I said, your responsibility now. Good luck.” Girl’s brother was quick to get himself some freedom “just don’t give her too much sweets, you know how she gets after that”

“Yeah, too well. See you in a couple of hours then. Come on, Jemma” she took her niece’s little hand sticky with some mysterious substance “ let’s go home.”

If only it was that easy. They only took a couple steps when the little one broke out from aunt’s grip.

“Look, auntie, a cat!” she run over to the bench where unusually big and beautiful animal was soaking up the sun.  Before he realized what hit him, he was squeezed and carried by a little pair of still sticky hands and it was visible he did not like it.

“Jemma! Leave that animal alone. It may hurt you.”

Do not refer to me as “it”. I am a male personification. And put me down! Immediately!

She could swear she heard something in the back of her mind, but let it go. After all, cats do not talk and she was in therapy for mental trouble so it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her.

“Can we take him home, auntie, he’s so sweet, please” little girl pouted

“No. Of course not, look at… him. He is very good looking, so most probably belongs to someone. Not a chance he’s a stray cat. “

“I can’t see anyone looking for him” a couple tears showed up in Jemma;s eyes. “Please, auntie, please….” Great, now she was crying out loud getting the attention of few pedestrians.

“Ok, fine, fine, just please stop crying.”

“Thank you” Jemma stopped her actions in a second and smiled widely showing the jags in her mouth. “I will carry him so don’t worry about it, auntie” she held the cat even closer not caring about him writing in her embrace.

“Just be careful so he won’t hurt you” she warned following her niece, wondering what the hell she got herself into.

I will not hurt this little mortal.

At this point, the older girl was pretty sure she was going crazy. And to think that Raynor wanted her to have a pet to help her mental health, not deteriorate it.

***

“Auntie, look, I made him pretty”

“Mhm, great” she did not even bother to look up from some records she was currently reading “wait, you did what, Jemma?” a second later she came to realization what a five-year-old girl can mean by saying “made pretty”.

“Look, auntie” said five year old was quick to get the cat out from behind and proudly present it. Despite her rather gloomy attitude the older one could not hold back a laugh. Black fur was now embellished  with colorful glitter and was wearing a crown. If it wasn’t for the lack of resources at home Jemma would probably extend her imagination even more.

“Oh” she cooed “look who’s pretty boy” her grin was now getting wider and wider. She was no expert on animal behavior but the look on its face clearly indicated it was not happy with the situation.

“I wanted to give him a braid, but the fur was too short” Jemma saddened

“Don’t worry sweetie, it looks just perfect. Like a ….”

“Princess!” Jemma squealed and turned around with the cat still in her embrace.

“Don’t you both dare. This is humiliating”. Once again there was this little voice inside girl’s head.

“Ok, honey, why don’t you let go of the cat now. I got a snack for you.”

“Chocolate cake?” Jemma asked innocently while playing with her fingers and shyly looking at the floor

“Apple and carrots”

“That is boooooring. And I don’t like carrots” Jemma whined

“Well, too bad for you. I heard veggies give you strength. And then your skin looks healthy and shines almost like the cat’s fur. Wouldn’t you like to look beautiful?”

“I’d rather be smart” Jemma retorted taking her aunt aback with maturity of this sentence “but I guess beauty can help in future. I saw on TV that pretty girls always have what they want so whatever” she shrugged and rushed towards the kitchen where the snack was already waiting for her.

“Unbelievable” her aunt shook her head “but she’ll be busy for a while, so how about we get you all cleaned up, huh?” she picked the cat from the floor and walked towards the bathroom ignoring the writhing animal, who was not happy about forced wash.

Put me down! It demanded again and the girl stopped looking him straight in the eyes trying to check out if she was really going nuts.

“Oh come on, girl, get yourself together. It’s just your imagination.”

She walked straight into the bathroom and started gently combing out the fur. Surprisingly, her action bring the animal comfort because surprisingly to both of them he started purring.

***

Two hours later, tired and sleepy Jemma was picked up by her father and her aunt could finally let the cat out into the wild. It was impossible earlier since the little girl was checking on him every five minutes, refusing to drop this action.

“Sorry about today. “ she muttered opening the door “but hey, on the bring side at least you have a nice story to tell to your fellow cats. Besides, you really are a pretty animal.” maybe it was another impression or the flicker of lights, but it seemed like the cats fur became a bit reddish and he squinted. “go, now, find your owners, get home safe, fella.”

It was just a couple of hours, but the girls was actually starting to think that maybe, hypothetically, Raynor was right about this whole “emotional support pet” stuff.

***

Morpheus bristled and crossed the street. Only on the other side of the road he changed back into the anthropomorphic personification of dreams.

“Um, boss?” his loyal yet rebellious Raven perched on the branch, tilting his head slightly. If he was still human he would probably laugh himself silly.

“Not a word, Matthew. Not a single word about it. To anyone” he reached for his sand and completely ignoring further words of the bird transported them back to the Dreaming “Do I make myself clear” he made sure before entering the palace.

“Sure thing, boss. But it was funny don’t you think?”

“Hold your tongue, Matthew!”

@somest1 @pinksirensong

[daddys-littlegoddess]

PSA on Britney Spears and the #FreeBritney movement for anyone that needs or wants more information on what is going on with her. It’s a fucking rabbit hole, so buckle up.

A little backstory first. Britney was a child star starting at the age of 4 years old on Broadway, and then worked her way to the Mickey Mouse Club, and eventually the solo career we know today. Her career has been on autopilot her entire life. If you look back at her music, she’s been telling everyone for years she’s too controlled and treated as a product if you listen to the lyrics of most of her hits. Examples include: Lucky, Overprotected, My Perogative, Circus, Piece of Me and Gimme More. Her music videos, social media posts, tour props and photoshoots regularly show her in a cage or in chains. If anyone has ever seen videos of her when she was younger, you’d know her REAL singing voice is very similar to Christina Aguilera’s. Her record label didn’t like it, as they were both on the Mickey Mouse Club and about to release their debut albums at the same time. So they had her voice retrained to sing in the baby voice we all know today because they believed it to be more iconic and would create a brand and career for her instead of her real voice. It’s unhealthy, and it’s been destroying her voice over the years, thus why she is known for lip syncing. She wanted to make an acoustic type pop album in 2006 titled Original Doll and reinvent herself using her real voice. The album was shelved and cancelled once her label realized she would be singing in her real voice. She isn’t allowed to sing live because she will either fail terribly, or she’ll have to sing in her deep voice that she isn’t known for. Her entire career she has been treated like a product meant to sell.

Now, for the real tea.

Everyone remembers the 2007 meltdown. Everyone. Leading up the meltdown Britney was going thru a public divorce, had two children under the age of 2 at the time and was VERY much the focus of the public. We all saw her on every magazine cover. We all also saw the photo of her with one of her kids on her lap while driving. Go on YouTube once and look up ‘Britney Spears paparazzi’. You’ll watch her be chased and followed by hundreds of them, even trying to get into a public restroom to photograph her, videotaping her in tears asking them to leave her alone, and even filming her thru the windows of an ambulance while she was naked being taken away for her final mental health hold.

After the public meltdown, shaving her head, locking herself in her home with her children, speaking in a british accent on regular basis, wearing the imfamous pink wig everywhere, and shopping naked, she was hospitalized twice. After the hospitalization, her father petitioned the courts to be a TEMPORARY conservator to her until she was mentally stable and for only one years time. 2 months after her hospitalization she did a guest appearance on How I Met Your Mother. 6 months after her hospitalization, she drops the Womanizer video and starts to promote her new album Circus with its worldwide tour that grossed $131.8 million. If she’s so unwell, why did she start working right away?

Her father after one year petitioned the courts for the conservatorship to become permanent due to her ALLEGEDLY having EARLY ONSET DEMENTIA in her TWENTIES. It passed and has been that way ever since. For 12 years to be exact.

Now for everyone that doesn’t understand what that means let me break it down for you.

Britney Spears is a now 38 year old woman who is not allowed to do the following without her fathers permission or he can legally lock her up in a mental health facility:

• drive a car

• vote

• get married

• have children

• spend HER OWN MONEY

• see how her money is being spent

• see her children (she has 30% custody of both of her boys due to her dad assaulting one of her sons)

• leave her home

• hire her own lawyer

• have any control over her career

• speak about the conservatorship publicly

• do interviews that aren’t scripted and all final cuts are approved by her father as well

• use a cell phone without being monitored

• use social media unmonitored

• contact ANYONE without being monitored or having them extremely vetted. (Iggy Azalea allegedly had her house searched for drugs top to bottom when they collaborated on a song together)

• go shopping

• go for a walk

• get Starbucks

A conservatorship is meant for people with mental health issues or decaying health. Most likely grandparents or people with actual dementia etc. They are meant for people who literally cannot take care of themselves. If she is so unwell that she isn’t mentally capable of doing anything for herself, why is she still working? Since the conservatorship began 12 years ago she has:

• released 4 albums

• done 3 worldwide tours

• did a FOUR-year Vegas residency

• was a full time judge on X-Factor

• released multiple perfumes and a lingerie line

• made $138 MILLION DOLLARS or so A YEAR

In January of last year, Britney was placed in a mental health facility for 3 months after being seen driving her car to In-N-Out with her boyfriend without permission and for refusing to take the sedating medications her father has doctors prescribing her to keep her under control. She testified to a judge in documents that she was held there against her will by her father. After it was leaked to the press that she was there against her will, the Free Britney movement picked up speed causing a judge to open an investigation into the impact and legality her conservatorship has on her life. Britney’s mother Lynn was also liking and commenting on Free Britney posts saying she agrees that Britney is trapped by her father. Britney’s team had Twitter disable the Free Britney hashtag, and regularly threatens any celebrity that speaks out using the hashtag with a lawsuit if they don’t remove their support for the movement. She was seen shortly after leaving a hotel thru the front door (99% of celebrities park underground to avoid paparazzi unless they WANT to be photographed) stumbling while carrying her shoes, and out of it. Her team used that moment to justify to the public that she needs this conservatorship. She is not allowed to have any say in the hiring or firing of anyone on her team. Every year she pays $1.1 million dollars in fees for the conservatorship to continue, including paying her father a solid $100k+ salary and paying a lawyer she isn’t allowed to choose. She is allowed an allowance of around $1,500 a week for bills, shopping and essentials. Her net worth is $250 million.

So, when everyone sees her on Instagram walking up and down her hallways like it’s a fashion show. That’s all she is allowed to do. She has NEVER had control over her life. I don’t care if you personally like her or her music, NO ONE DESERVES THIS. All this woman wants is to see her children, make the music she wants to make, and go get a frappuccino in her car. She is a light of sunshine in this world, and we must protect her at all costs. So please, do not make fun of her, support the Free Britney movement, and send good vibes her way. She has a court date this month to review the conservatorship and decide if it is abusive or will continue to be in place. There are so many details to this that i left out that would make this post entirely much longer than it is, but a simple search will show you what else is out there. Spread this far and wide. ❤️ Free Britney

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Learning to love you- Jesse Lingard x Reader

Masterlist

summary: In which the reader and Jesse are figuring out how to deal with an unplanned pregnancy. All while hiding it from her brother Marcus. Based on Billie Eilishs „Halley‘s comet.“

I don't want it And I don't want to want you

It was a dark and cold morning when you made your way to the black car parked in your driveway. You buried your face in your scarf as it was freezing. You opened the car door before sitting down in the vehicle, shivering as you closed the door.

„Did he see you leave?“ Jesse asked, sitting in the driver seat of his black Mercedes, dressed in some black tracksuit and looking pretty tired.

„No of course not Jesse.“ you sighed, running your hand through your hair as you stared out into the foggy air.

Trying to avoid Jesses stare on you „I was careful, I promise you don’t have to worry.“

Jesse could tell you were pressed about this as he started driving down the road. The two of you not talking to each other at all. This was a shitty situation to be in for both of you.

What had happened was that Jesse and you had what could only be described as a one night stand. You had both gotten pretty drunk at a party and it just kind of happened. And what started of as just a one time thing soon turned into a regular occurrence. Both of you agreeing to keep it casual. The messy part of the story was that Jesse was your brother Marcus best friend and teammate.

Well, not exactly the messiest part of all. No, the even messier part of this story was that Jesse was currently driving you to the hospital. After your period was late you had taken a pregnancy test and it had turned out positive. The positive test was followed by at least twenty more. Each of them telling you the same thing; you were pregnant.

It had taken you a lot of courage to call Jesse and tell him about it. He of course freaked out and even started to yell at you at some point. So you see that’s why you were not really fond of the idea of being with him at the moment. He had been incredibly rude and you had cried all night after the phone call. Till he texted you that he wanted to make sure it was true before doing anything else and that he would pick you up at 5am to go to the hospital.

In your heart you knew that it was true. All the symptoms and this weird feeling you had the past four weeks finally making sense.

„So are you never gonna talk to me again?“ Jesse spoke up after a while, clutching onto the steering wheel as you sighed.

„What can I even say.“ you whispered, crossing your arms as you stare out the window „You already have made up your mind.“

„Made up my mind?“ Jesse chuckled before shaking his head „I’m sorry that I didn’t jump up an down in joy when you told me that I got my best friends sister fucking pregnant!“

You bit your lip, trying to resist the urge to cry again. Was this already hormones?

„Well, it isn’t my fault either Jesse!“ you now hissed back, looking at him from the side.

Jesse looked at you before sighing „I know it isn’t Y/n! Okay? I’m just fucked if this is really true.“

„What’s supposed to not be true? I have taken about twenty tests. I’m fucking pregnant Jesse!“ you yelled, completely fed up with his narcissistic behavior.

„And you are a hundred percent sure that it is mine?“ he now hissed and you could immediately tell he regretted it.

You chuckled, staring out the window again. Oh, were you pissed off by the guy.

„I honestly can’t believe you right now.“ you bit your lip, already feeling tears fill your eyes.

Jesse didn’t say anything, he just stared at the road as he questioned why he was such an idiot sometimes. The rest of the car ride was dead silent and neither of you said a word.

„So you are definetly pregnant.“ the doctor said as you were sitting on the hospital bed.

You could hear Jesse sigh in the corner as he nervously paced up and down the room.

„And ehm…“ the woman weakly smiled at you, probably feeling sorry that the father of your child was currently acting like his life had just ended „I’ll give you a call to make an appointment next week and we can do a first ultrasound check up and then and discuss everything else.“

You nodded, looking down at your hands as you fumbled with the hem of your shirt.

„I’ll give you two some time.“ the blonde woman now said before leaving the room. And with it leaving you behind with Jesse sitting on a chair in the corner and cursing under his breath.

„Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ the guy said, burying his face in his hands. The sight of it made you sad. He looked truly upset about this. He couldn’t even pretend to be happy that you were carrying his child for a second.

After you stayed in that room and Jesse didn’t talk to you or try to comfort you at all, you finally decided you had enough. You stood up from the bed before putting on your grey coat that was hanging at the door.

„I won’t tell Marcus.“ you said, your voice cold and emotionless.

„That you're pregnant?“ Jesse furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you confused.

„No, that it’s yours.“ you answered, grabbing your purse and scarf „I’ll say it was just some one night stand. It clearly didn’t mean anything to you…“

„What are you even talking about?“ Jesse sighed, thinking you were joking.

You looked back at him one last time before saying „I’m saying that you don’t have to be involved in the babys life. Okay? You’re free Jesse.“

With that you walked out the hospital room and as you made your way out the hospital, somewhere inside you kind of hoped he would follow you. But he didn’t.

But in my dreams I seem to be more honest

And I must admit, you’ve been in quite a few

„I wish you could come to the game with me tomorrow.“ Marcus sighed as he sat down next to you on the couch „But if you’re sick it’s probably a bad idea.“

It had been almost a week since you had last seen Jesse. You hadn’t told your brother you were pregnant yet, excusing the constant throwing up with the flu.

„Yeah, It’s probably not a good idea.“ you mumbled, crossing your arms as you stared onto the ground. The last week had been incredibly hard. You felt rubbish and there was no one there to support you or someone you could talk to.

„Are you okay?“ Marcus asked, sounding worried as he looked at you from the side „You seem sad latetly.“

You smiled weakly, your eyes probably giving you away „I’m fine. Don’t worry.“

As you awaited your doctors appointement a lot of questions ran through your mind. How where you ever gonna make this work? You were still studying and living with your brother. You had no job and you couldn’t actually afford a child by yourself.

You felt like you were gonna fail this child and maybe it was unfair to put someone into the world and offer them zero stabilty.

You also didn’t understand why you felt upset about not seeing Jesse. After all he had treated you like crap since finding out you were pregnant. So why on earth would you ever miss him? You kept having these weird dreams of the two of you and the baby as a family. It made you sad that subconsciously you obviously wanted him in your life.

Halley's Comet Comes around more than I do But you're all it takes for me to break a promise Silly me to fall in love with you

At least the nausea had gotten a little better. Just in time for your appointment on Thursday. You scrolled through your phone as you waited for the clock to hit four, so you could finally head to the doctors. All day you had been way to nervous to do anything as you paced through the house nervously. All the while your brother watched you confused and at some point even telling you to chill and sit down.

Then a couple hours later you were laying on the hospital bed as you awaited your doctor. When she finally came in you noticed she wasn’t alone.

„What are you doing here?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows as you looked at the guy standing behind the doctor.

Jesse stood there completely dressed in his training attire, indicating that he had left training just to come to the hospital. He was out of breath and looked like he hadn’t slept in a while. He looked even worse than you who had been up sick all night last week. Jesse didn’t answer you, he just walked around the bed stopping by your head as your doctor started to do the ultrasound.

You looked up at him but his eyes were fixated on the screen. You felt the cold feeling of the ultrasound thing against your stomach as your doctor started to search for the baby. The room was silent only the sound of the machines could be heard.

„So I was right.“ the doctor smiled as she pointed at the screen „You are about six weeks pregnant and this is your baby.“

She pointed at the smallest looking thing on the screen. It was about the size of a ricecorn.

„It’s so tiny.“ you mumbled, making your doctor chuckle and nod „Yes it’s still very early.“

You then felt a hand grab yours and when you looked at it you saw that Jesse was holding your hand as he kneeled next to the bed. He looked at you with glassy eyes before looking at the screen again.

„That’s our baby.“ he then said and you felt yourself also tear up as he caressed your hand with his thumb.

For a moment the whole world and all your problems seemed to dissapear. It was just the three of you.

„And then I was thinking I want go get little baby adidas shoes.“ Jesse gushed as he drove down the streets, the biggest smile plastered on his face.

You chuckled as you stared at him from the side with furrowed eyebrows. He had been talking about everything he wanted to do for your baby since you two left the hospital. It was kind of confusing to you that he suddenly seemed to be head over heels about the pregnancy.

„Jesse?“ you spoke up and he raised his eyebrows as you sounded quite serious „Do you actually mean all of this?“

Next thing you knew Jesse pulled over, The cars passing honking he had abruptly done so. He turned off the car engine before turning to you. You looked at him and you had never seen him look that serious.

„Y/n… I…“ he stuttered, clearly nervous before grabbing your hands „I‘m so sorry for what I did last week. I‘ll forever regret reacting that way.“

You felt yourself tear up as you gave him a weak smile „It’s okay Jesse. I forgive you.“

„Good because I really want this baby.“ he whispered and you could tell he was also trying not to cry „I want it and I promise I’ll always take care of it.“

A tear rolled down Jesses cheek as you gently took your hand to wipe it off. Putting your hand on his face as you looked him in the eyes.

„Hope is gonna have a little sister or brother Jesse.“ you giggled, making him smile as he leaned in to place his lips onto yours.

It was different than the kisses you had shared previously. Normally it was just a sexual thing but this time it felt different. It was tender and soft. It was kind of like; love.

I haven't slept since Sunday Midnight for me is 3:00 a.m. for you

The next few weeks your life seemed to have turned upside down. Your body was trying to get used to the fact that it was now the home of another person as you tried to balance online school and the constant nausea.

You had been basically living at Jesses house as he had wanted to be by your side if you needed anything. Telling Marcus you were staying at a girlfriends house as Jesse and you hadn’t yet figured out how you were gonna explain your brother that you were in fact pregnant.

It was almost the twelfth week of your pregnancy which is normally around the time that people tell their family and friends. But of course your situation was different.

So for now you were staying up all night watching Netflix as you couldn’t sleep very well due to feeling sick. You had watched each Tv show that even existed but it wasn’t all that bad. Because at least you had Jesse.

But my sleepless nights are better

With you than nights could ever be alone

You also felt this incredible connection to the thing growing inside of you. It was like you loved someone you didn’t even know yet. For the first time in your life you felt like you weren’t ever gonna be alone again.

All the aches and pains became worth it when you thought about the little one. Dreaming and wondering if it was gonna be a girl or boy. Imagining it’s whole life and how much it was gonna be loved by both Jesse and you. How Hope was gonna soon become a big sister.

It was about the fourteenth week of your pregnancy when you were awoken by a sharp pain in your stomach. Immediately getting worried you tried to call Jesse, who was already in training by that time.

Of course the call went straight to voicemail as you started to slightly panic. Googling your symptoms as all the worst case scenarios came up.

„Pick up. Please Pick up.“ you tried calling Jesse again as you started to get dressed, struggling to put on clothes as you felt like you were about to die because it hurt so much.

But the call didn’t go through again. You thought about what to do and you knew you couldn’t drive in this state, that was for sure. After contemplating you did the only thing that your motherly instinct told you to do.

You picked up your phone, dialed the number and held it to your ear. Just a few seconds later a voice apperaed at the other end of the line.

„Hey Y/N?“ your brothers voice appeared and you immediately got nervous „Everything alright?“

„Hey Marcus.“ you mumbled, trying not to start crying as you were incredibly scared „No everything's not fine actually. Listen I know this is gonna sound weird but I really need to talk to...Jesse.“

„What?“ Marcus asked and you could tell he was super confused. You could hear voices shout his name in the background before Jesses voice apperead.

„What’s up Marcus?“ Jesse asked and you could hear him and Marcus talk.

„It’s my sister.“ Marcus told his best friend and Jesse immediately started to panic „Is she alright?“

„No! She said she wants to talk to you, what the fuck is going on?“ Marcus hissed and next thing you knew Jesses voice appeared on the phone. He had probably ripped it out of Marcus hand.

„Y/n? Are you okay?“ Jesse asked worried, ignoring Marcus uporoar in the background.

„No, Jesse.“ you voice was shaky and you tried not to cry „I woke up and I have this weird pain in my stomach.“

„Fuck.“ Jesse cursed, as you could hear him start running „Okay just stay put Y/n okay? I’m gonna be home in like ten minutes alright?“

The next ten minutes felt like an eternity as you waited for Jesse to get home. You knew after this you would have to tell Marcus what was going on. You prayed for your baby to be alright as you waited in front of the door. The fresh air helping to manage the pain.

Then Jesses car pulled up and out stepped not only Jesse but also Marcus. Oh, fuck.

Your brother looked absoluetly pissed off. Had Jesse already told him?

„What the fuck is going on Y/N?“ your brother yelled as Jesse ran over to you. So he hadn't told him yet. Great.

„I’m sorry he insisted on coming with me.“ Jesse said out of breath as he grabbed your hands and when he saw your pale face he immediately looked worried again „Is it really bad?“

„Yes, it’s a little better now but I think we need to go tho the hospital.“ you whispered as your brother was currently standing a few feet away from you looking absolutely baffled at Jesse holding your hands.

„Okay let’s go get you in the car.“ Jesse tried to remain calm as he helped you walk to the car while Marcus kept asking the same question „What is happening?“

You rolled your eyes at your whining brother, dressed in his training attire as Jesse put you in the front seat.

„Yo, what the fuck is this Jesse?“ your brother went on and on as Jesse closed the car door. You saw he was trying to not flip at Marcus as this situation was already super stressful and Marcus constant nagging wasn’t helping.

„We need to go to the hospital.“ Jesse quietly said and Marcus immediately looked terrifed „Why is she sick?“

„No…“ Jesse mumbled and he looked down at his hands „Well not techincally.“

„Well, what is it then?“ Marcus hissed, feeling like he was losing his mind and no one was explaining shit to him „Why is my little sister at your damn house Jesse?“

„She…is…“ Jesse stuttered and you buried your face in your hands, knowing he was about to drop the big news as you watched the interaction from inside the car „She is pregnant.“

Marcus looked at you through the window in absolute shock. His eyes then fell on Jesse and it was like he put two and two together and finally understood what exactly had been going on behind his back.

„Wait a minute.“ Marcus hissed, shaking his head while looking at his best friend that was scratching his neck and looking at the floor in shame „You got my sister pregnant?“

Jesse didn’t dare to say anything he just slowly nodded as he looked his best friend in the eyes.

You looked at your brother, who looked like he felt deeply betrayed and how could you blame him. He had just found out that both his best friend and his sister had been lying to his face.

„I’m sorry we didn’t-“ Jesse tried to say something but he was cut off by a fist hitting his face. You gasped as Jesse covered his mouth with his hand.

„Ouch.“ Marcus whined, shaking out his hand while Jesse looked at him shocked. His lip slightly bleeding.

„What the…“ Jesse hissed, looking at the blood on his fingers and then at his friend.

Marcus just furrowed his brows before groaning „Oh, come on. You fucking deserved it.“

Jesse raised his eyebrows, knowing Marcus was right but he just hadn’t expected this from the guy. And you were also quite suprised as your brother wasn’t normally a violent person. But maybe he was right and Jesse did kinda deserve it.

„Now get in the fucking car and drive my sister to the hospital!“ he yelled and you almost chuckled, this was typical Marcus. He just cared to deeply to stay mad for long.

Jesse didn’t say anything else as he made his way into the car. Marcus hopped in the back seat as you started heading of to the hospital.

„Can you go a little faster man!“ Marcus yelled popping his head between the front seat „She clearly is in pain.“

„I’m driving as fast as I can!“ Jesse hissed and you giggled at the interaction between the two „Are you okay love?“

Marcus scrunched up his face in disgust as he punched Jesses shoulder „Don’t call my sister that!“

I was good at feeling nothing, now I'm hopeless What a drag to love you like I do

„My lip fucking hurts.“ Jesse whined, looking at his bruised reflection in the rearview mirror as you waited at a red light.

„That’s what you get for knocking up my sister.“ Marcus hissed, sitting in the backseat with crossed arms.

The trip to the hospital had revealed a that the pain you had been enduring was some kinda round ligament thing. Apparently a lot of women had it and it would go away with resting. So luckily nothing bad.

Now you were on your way to McDonalds as you were really craving junk food and Jesse said yes to your every wish. That was one perk of being pregnant.

„What’s even the situation between the two of you?“ Marcus asked and you held your breath as you hadn’t yet discussed this with Jesse „Are you gonna get married or what?“

„What?“ you squealed at your brothers silly question.

„Yeah, I mean you are in a relationship right?“ Marcus asked but it was more directed at Jesse than you.

„We haven’t discussed that yet Marcus.“ you answered, not wanting Jesse to feel obligated to say something.

„So you just used my sister for sex?“ Marcus stated emotionless and you gasped at the guys audacity.

„Marcus!“ you hissed, feeling super uncomfortable with the whole situation.

„No I didn’t!“ Jesse now hissed, clearly offended by the accusation.

„Well if you aren’t in a relationship…“ Marcus shrugged and you could tell he was still very much pissed off at this whole thing.

Jesse shook his head taking a deep breath in „I fell in love with her. That’s why I even slept with her okay?“

It was dead silent for a second as you couldn’t believe what Jesse had just casually revealed. He loved you?

„You love me?“ you asked, looking at the guy in the driver seat.

„Yes…“ he smiled at you, before placing his hand on your thigh.

„I love you too Jesse.“ you smiled putting your hand on his.

It was a beautiful moment until you heard Marcus pretending to gag in the backseat. „Oh my god… I feel like I’m gonna throw up.“

I've been loved before, but right now in this moment

I feel more and more like I was made for you

The rest of your pregnancy was absolutely blissful. Jesse and you were falling in love with each other more everyday and your brother started to get used to the idea that his best friend and sister were gonna have a family.

You moved in with Jesse and the two of you started preparing for the baby to arrive. Painting and decorating it’s room, buying all kinds of baby stuff and starting to dicuss names.

Hope also was thrilled to hear she was gonna be a big sister and soon enough the whole world new about the new addition to the Lingard family. Then your due date arrived as you awaited for the birth of your daughter. That’s right, you were gonna have a little girl.

And the day she came into the world your life had forever changed. Finally you felt whole. It was like your whole life you had prepared for her. She was the cutest little baby with her dark curly hair and brown eyes. She was your whole world.

I'm sitting in my brother's room

Haven't slept in a week or two, or two

You sat on the chair in the corner of your brothers room as you watched Marcus and Jesse just stare at the little thing laying on the bed. She was now two weeks old and it had been one hell of a ride. Adjusting to parenthood was definetly hard.

„She is so cute when she sleeps.“ Marcus gushed looking at his niece as a tired looking Jesse chuckled „Yes, she hardly sleeps though.“

He winked at you as you gave him a weak smile, way to tired to say anything.

„So did you finally decide what her name is? Baby is starting to sound really good to me.“ your brother joked, making you chuckle as you leaned back into the chair.

Jesse looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was asking for permission. You slowly nodded as he looked at the baby again.

„Her name is Haley.“

I think I might have fallen in love What am I to do?

[tomtenadia]

Thicker than blood - 8

Here we go with another chapter.

CW: murder, dead bodies and blood.

At the scream they both jumped down the parapet and followed the shouts and the scent of blood. The scene was not very far and once they got there they saw a woman kneeling beside the body of a blonde victim.

Rowan looked at her and recognised the face.

“Is this the woman who was all over you a while ago? The one you brushed off with the gay lie?”

Rowan nodded.

Aelin kneeled against the friend in shock while Rowan called his unit.

“What’s your name?”

“Frances.”

“Do you know her?”

The dark-haired woman nodded “she is my friend. She disappeared for almost a week and then I was leaving the club tonight, I turned the corner and I found her body.” Aelin hugged the woman who started sobbing hard while pushing down her instincts. She smelled of alcohol and her neck was close to her mouth. She smelled so good.

Aelin pulled back abruptly with the excuse that she had to have a look at the body.

Police arrived within minutes and started to push people away, but Rowan took over as soon as he came back from his call.

“Agent Whitethorn, paranormal unit.”

“Well, agent, this is a human we have here so not your turf.”

Rowan growled and Aelin walked to him. She knew the cop. Chaol was a jumped up arsehole and one of those humans who did not like vampires.

“Westfall, go back eating doughnuts.”

“Sardothien, why don’t you go back and play fake doctor in your morgue?”

Aelin almost jumped at him but Rowan grabbed her and shook his head.

A cop woman had taken the distressed friend away and Aelin kneeled beside the corpse.

“Stay away from that body, this is a crime scene.”

“And I am a ME. She will end up on my table anyway.”

Rowan kneeled at her side and Aelin asked the paramedic for a pair of gloves.

“Rowan…” she pointed at the arm and they saw the same marks of the other victims. 

“She is very pale.”

Aelin chuckled “that is normal, you idiot.” Aelin did some tests “she has been dead for at least four hours, rigor mortis is progressing already,” she explained “also, she did not die here.”

Rowan stared at her in shock.

“See her position?”

He nodded.

“After death the muscles relax. When rigor sets in the muscles contracts due to ATP loss. It usually starts around two hours after death. This woman’s rigor mortis is not that advanced yet. So yeah probably four hours.”

“What about the being moved thing?”

“The position could not have been maintained with regular muscle activity because of gravity.  Meaning she died somewhere else and was dumped here.”

Aelin was conducting a few more tests when voices reached her “Stay away from that body.”

She turned and saw a giant of a man with dark hair followed by three more men.

“This is a crime scene.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

He glared at her. 

“Celaena, he is my boss. Lorcan Salvaterre.”

So that was Lorcan, eh?

“Did you touch the body? Move it?”

Aelin stood and faced him head on “I am not stupid, Salvaterre. I have not touched it, I know forensics needs to take pictures, and I have gloves, you moron.”

Rowan’s mouth fell open. No one had ever called or spoken to Lorcan like that.

“Who are you?”

“Celaena Sardothien, ME at your service. Not my first rodeo.” At his back she noticed the blond young man bend his hands in a heart shape and she almost laughed. The other two stared at her in disbelief.

Lorcan grabbed Rowan and walked away and Aelin remained with the other two agents.

“Marry me…” said the blonde guy “I am Fenrys.”

She stopped. Fenrys, the man with the twin in a deviation centre. Fuck. Fuck.

Aelin extended her hand “Celaena.”

“Do you realise you are the first person who had the guts to call Lorcan a moron?”

She laughed “believe me I was verging towards asshole, but I gave him the benefit of the first time.”

“You are still my hero.”

“These are Vaughan and Gavriel, by the way.” She shook hand with all of them and then excused herself and joined Rowan and his boss. Something that Lorcan did not appreciate.

“This is police business.”

“Yes, and soon you will be banging at my door asking for the result of the autopsy.”

“And why would I do that? The woman has been drained. Rogue vampire.”

Aelin rolled her eyes “Whitethorn, you tell him, I fear I might use far too many swear words and hurt his ego.”

Rowan explained his boss all of his theory and the possible link with three murders.

“You boys keep chatting. I am taking a ride with the coroner and go to the morgue and start working.”

Lorcan ordered her to have the autopsy on his desk by morning and Aelin replied with a middle finger.

“Can we trust her?”

“She is good at her job.”

Lorcan raised an eyebrow “Go to the morgue and stay there until you have the report.”

Rowan gave him a mocking bow “yes, my lord and master.”

*

Once at the morgue Aelin got ready to work again. She tied her hair in a high pony tail and wore all of her gear. The friend had talked to the police and confirmed the name of the victim was Remelle La Fleur, 32. According to the friend she had disappeared a week before, something else she had in common with Lyria and Kaltain.

Aelin took pictures of the marks on her arm that matched the other two bodies.

Same clean cuts that in this woman’s case were far lees healed. Much fresher. 

Then she smelled her and the same scent hit her. This time she had managed to get an almost fresh victim and hoped to be able to collect more info compared to Kaltain who had been dead for too long already.

Aelin was examining the hand when she spotted something under her fingernail. With practiced skill she started removing whatever it was when Rowan entered the room.

“Oh good you just started.”

“Most people would be disgusted.”

He took a seat un a high stool at the other side and looked at her working.

“Remelle has fought. I found something under her nails.”

“Any idea what it is?”

“Not until I ran tests.”

He stood in silence and watched as Aelin slowly opened up the woman’s chest.

“She has the same chemical scent.”

Aelin went to extract blood from the femoral artery and then proceeded with some urine samples.

As she analysed the body she took notes and Rowan was fascinated by how methodical she was. Aelin had always appeared to him as chaotic but while at work she was a complete different person. It was intriguing.

“Damn it.”

“What?”

“Her liver damage is far more extensive than the two previous victims. It’s strange because it looks like they disappeared for the same length of time. Do you think it’s kidnapping?”

“I have no idea.”

“It can’t be for organs because they have them all. But the three of them were all drained. Human blood bags?”

Rowan flinched.

“It happened. Dorian told me he was dragged in a club were humans were paid handsomely to have vampires to feed on them.”

“Interesting friends you have there.”

“He fled as soon as he realised what it was. Dorian is a cinnamon roll.”

“We know the club in this case. They all had been to the Vaults.” He explained pointing at the stamp on the woman’s hand.

“Maybe we should go and have a look.”

Rowan shook his head “it’s a very exclusive club. You only enter by invite.”

Aelin swore as she weighed the liver.

“Any chance that Dorian has a friend who can let us in?”

She laughed “Dorian is a very upstanding citizen now, he even converted to synthetic blood.”

Rowan did not miss how she flinched at the admission.

It took Aelin over two hours to finish the autopsy and at the end Rowan noticed her exhaustion and her sweating. He had not missed her panic when she hugged the human. 

“I should take you home.”

Aelin shook her head “No…”

He walked closer and brushed her damp hair away from her face “you are having withdrawal symptoms.”

“I haven’t…” she struggled to speak “I haven’t touched spiked blood in a week.”

“I know,” he held her “but I saw you with the human.”

Rowan easily lifted her in his arms and grabbed the folder with her report.

He finally convinced her to give him her address after she told him she had bags of blood in the fridge.

Once in the flat he switched on the lights and walked to the living room. Her house was modern with a very personal touch. He gasped when he saw a hockey club attached to the wall and an autographed t-shirt in a frame.

“You like hockey?”

“Like a religion,” she managed with difficulty.

He smiled and took her to the bedroom. He looked around and found her pj on top of the pillow.

He walked out while she changed and went to get her blood. The fridge had a few bags in. He took one and poured it in a glass. They were all A positive. He had forgotten how the different blood types tasted.

In a drawer he found a hard plastic straw with an umbrella. He added it to the glass for a classy touch and went back to her.

Aelin was on the floor and had been sick. Fuck.

“Hey, I got you” Rowan placed the glass on the nightstand and grabbed her in his arms and ran to the bathroom. She was burning up.

In a panic he opened the shower on the cold setting and placed her underneath. He removed his trousers and t-shirt and in just his boxers he joined her and pulled his mate to his chest.

“You tried to quit cold turkey…”

Aelin nodded weakly.

“But without feeding regularly.”

He knew something was wrong the moment he saw her earlier on. She looked gaunt and her eyes were dull.

She kept shaking and folded over once more with cramps. It had only been a week and it was about to get worse.

He pushed her face in the crook of his neck “drink from me, please.”

She shook her head.

“Aelin, this will help so much.”

“Not fair.” She whispered.

His hand cupped her cheek “I can live with that.”

He felt her kiss his neck gently and he pushed her closer in an invitation. She hesitated so Rowan closed the water and lifted her again, grabbed a towel placing it around her shoulder. Then ran to her bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes.

“I brought you a dry pyjama.”

Rowan turned away and let her change.

“I am all decent,” she called in a broken voice.

Rowan walked to the bedroom and pushed her down in bed and lay at her side and pulled her closer.

“Much better and romantic right?”

Aelin let out a weak chuckle and resumed her position with her face in the crook of his neck. Her hand landed on his chest and brushed his skin, tracing the tattoo on his pec, chest and arm. The man was stunning.

“If we do this there’s no coming back.”

He kissed her head “If we don’t, I am scared for you.”

Aelin sighed and contemplated what she was about to do. She was committing to him forever, not even knowing if they had a chance. They did nothing but fight, but somehow they had a connection. 

A kiss where his pulse was stronger and inhaled his scent of pine and snow. He smelled like home. Like the woods she loved so much. 

Rowan started humming and held her stronger “restaurant is open, go eat.” Aelin chuckled then her fangs started to brush his neck and he groaned in pleasure.

Then she did it. Her fangs pierced his neck and as soon as the blood hit her mouth she felt a deep energy hit her. His blood warming her body and somehow dispelling the darkness that had taken root a long time ago. Her hands roamed his chest and other feeling started to arise. Then Rowan bit her too and as he did, something powerful bound them together. Their souls entwining in an immortal promise, with every passing minute. Aelin detached and tried to find his mouth and kissed him. Rowan rolled over her and deepened the kiss as his hands started to rover her frame. His body was on fire with passion “are you okay?”

“Kiss me again, Whitethorn.”

And he did, devouring her mouth like a starved man. And then the passion finally exploded and their bodies close together for the final claiming and as they joined in flesh they drank from each other again until their souls became one.

*

Aelin lay sprawled on his chest kissing it softly while his hand brushed her hair gently. 

“Do you feel better?”

She nodded eagerly “no more cramps or crazy cravings.”

He laughed and pulled her on top of him “I told you it would work.”

She sat up straddling him “Rowan, we are married now,” he did not miss the panic in her voice.

His hands landed on her hips with a soft touch “nothing has to change. You can keep your life and your flat. I am here when you need me but nothing has to change.”

She caressed his face “Maybe we can start slowly. You can take me out.”

He pulled her back down, their naked bodies brushing against each other “Whatever you feel okay with.”

She snuggled against him “stay here tonight?”

Rowan grabbed the blanket and pulled it on top of them both “Sleep now.”

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