#“thanks Scotty” we all say in unison

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in case anyone also needs this

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Against All Odds

Part 75

McCoy

His heart was pounding in his chest. Scotty was pale, but sitting up. McCoy just wanted to pull him close and know for certain he was alright.

“I think we’ll resume practice on Thursday,” Archer turned and said to the gathered swim team.

There were noises of agreement and the team slowly made their way to the change rooms. Uhura returned with the nurse. Scotty began to move to get up and McCoy was at his side in an instant. He had hold of one of Scotty’s arms. Even once the boy was standing McCoy was reluctant to let go.

Finally he did and Robbie took his place as he helped the nurse take Scotty away. McCoy rubbed a hand across his face, wiping away pool water and tears. He hoped no one had noticed those.

“Your highness. Miss Chapel.”

McCoy turned around to face Mr. Archer. Christine stepped close to his side.

“Very good work. You should both be proud of yourselves.”

“Thank you sir,” they said in unison. McCoy smiled at Christine.

“Your highness, Miss Chapel was on duty, why did you help?” Archer asked. It wasn’t a critique, just simple curiosity on the man’s part.

“Someone was in trouble.” McCoy shrugged. “I was close, it was the right thing to do.”

Archer nodded. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Another nod, and then McCoy began to walk towards the changing rooms with Christine.

“You alright?” Christine whispered at him.

“I think so,” he whispered back. “As long as he’s ok.”

Christine squeezed his arm. “He will be, thanks to your help.”

Dinner was quiet. McCoy hadn’t seen Scotty since the nurse had taken him away and he just wanted to crush the other boy to himself. He had taken a seat near the middle of the table. He wasn’t sure of himself if he sat too close to Scotty. He might say something and give it all away. He had a hard time not spending the whole meal staring at Scotty as it was.

McCoy brought his PADD to the lounge. He hadn’t replied to Leah since she had sent the article. He could use a bit of her levity at the moment.

“There he is!” Jim called loudly.

McCoy looked up as he walked. Jim was standing and waving at him. McCoy sighed. He just wanted some quiet. He should have stayed in his room. But then he wouldn’t see Scotty if the boy came in.

“The swim team’s new savior!” Jim announced. He led a round of applause.

McCoy had nothing to say. Every eye in the room was on him and it was making him uncomfortable.

“Come on, come sit,” Jim said.

McCoy sighed and sat down by Jim.

“Hello sir,” Spock greeted him. “Jim has informed me of your deeds this afternoon.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing!?” Jim exclaimed. “Not only did you set a new record you saved Scotty’s life!”

“Christine and Archer were there too,” McCoy said.

“And he’s modest!” Jim cried.

“Leave him alone Jim,” Christine said, walking up behind McCoy. “Come on, you don’t have to sit with him if he’s going to be that annoying.”

“Ooo,” Jim called behind them. “You just want him to yourself huh Christine?”

Christine turned a fierce look at Jim and he shut up.

“Thanks,” McCoy said as they sat on a different couch, away from Jim. “I was going to write to Leah.”

“Have you seen him?” Christine asked softly.

“He was at dinner, but we haven’t talked yet.”

“Archer’s got to change his mind after this,” Christine said.

“We can only hope.”

Part 76

Scotty

Archer walked over to the biobed the young Scotsman was sitting on. His face was as serious as ever and Scotty instantly lowered his head, afraid of what was to come.

He was surprised when Archer placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

"Are you alright, Mr. Scott?"

Scotty nodded slowly. He was okay. He had said it before. But people kept on asking. Dammit! Why were there tears forming in his eyes? And why couldn't he just blink them away?

"You could have drowned in that pool."

He couldn't tell what was resonating in Archer's voice. Was it anger? Or worry?

"Aye," Scotty replied. It was merely a whisper. He felt so ashamed for what had happened.

Archer sighed as he sat down on a close by chair. There was a PADD in his hands, Scotty realized only now.

"I... have to ask you some questions so that I can fill out the accident forms properly. Are you okay with that?"

Another nod. It was hard to speak.

"Why were you standing so close to the water?"

"I... I wanted to see Leonard... I-I mean our highness."

That was true. And it wasn't suspicious. Everyone had tried to get a good glimpse at the prince trying to get into the team.

Archer nodded and typed away. He had to make notes for his report.

"You know that you can't swim. Why did you still risk being pushed accidentally?"

Scotty swallowed.

"I... got carried away and wanted to cheer the prince on just like everyone else was. I... don't go that close to the pool normally."

A lump was forming in his throat as he talked.

More questions followed. About why he couldn't swim. About why the school didn't know about it. About why his former school hadn't noticed anything.

He answered all the questions as good as he could. He felt exhausted... and just wanted to get some privacy.

When Archer was finished with his interrogation, Scotty was looking down at the floor.

"I... am sorry, sir."

Archer just nodded before he stood up.

"Will... there be... consequences?"

He was so scared. He was scared that he'd have to leave the school now. That the secret would cost him his scholarship. But... he had been so embarrassed to tell people that he couldn't swim!

"I think nearly drowning is punishment enough."

That was true.

"A...aye, sir."

Archer headed for the door but not before looking over his shoulder one last time.

"Meet me at the pool after classes tomorrow."

Scotty looked up, confused.

"Sir?"

"You've gotta know how to swim. So that something like that won't happen again. And... I suppose I can offer some of my free time."

It surprised him. To hear that from Archer.

He... really wanted to teach him how to swim?

"T-thank you, sir."

After dinner he instantly went to his room. He couldn't stand the people staring at him like that. Everyone must know by now what had happened.

It felt horrible. Everyone knew that he, a seventeen-year-old boy, couldn't swim! It was so embarrassing.

He didn't want to go to the lounge. People would only laugh about him. He'd be the talk of the school.

His PADD bleeped so he slowly got up and grabbed it from his bag.

A message.

It was from Leonard.

The slightest smile formed on his lips as he opened the message and read it.

*Are you alright?*

He sighed.

*Aye.*

It took a moment before the next message followed.

*Can we meet?*

Scotty swallowed. He really wanted to see Leonard. To thank him properly. But... what if people saw them?

He hesitated. Before he agreed to meet. At the library. In twenty minutes.

[giveemhales]

Moodboards for Sterek AUs: 20/?

For @averysterekwinter day 3 (Theme: snow/ice)

Snow Day

(Plus here’s a fluffy ficlet, the rest under the cut because it got a bit long)

The first thing Stiles noticed when he woke up was that outside was white.

It was snowing, and not the drizzle of snowflakes that would melt upon hitting ground that was more usual for the area. No, there was a thick layer of white over everything in sight.

The second thing he noticed was the thing that woke him up: a text on his phone. He didn’t want to call it hypervigilance, because that implied a whole host of other issues he didn’t want to address, but even just the vibration of his phone from a single text was enough to rouse him.

It was an inconvenient habit (it was winter break and he wanted to sleep in, dammit), but he was grateful he had been roused when he read the text.

The text was from Derek and simply said Come to pack house ASAP.

Rest of fic under the cut!

He considered calling or texting to ask what was wrong, but he had gotten enough texts like that to know he wouldn’t get a response. If he wanted any answers, he would have to go to the pack house.

Stiles and Derek had been dating for around a year now, but they rarely texted. Well, Derek rarely texted. Stiles texted and Derek sometimes reluctantly replied. He wasn’t a big fan of technology. Kind of annoying considering Stiles was usually away at his campus, but Derek’s almost weekly visits more than made up for it.

So seeing this text immediately concerned Stiles. Pair that with the unusual snow, and he assumed the worst.

His mind whirred with different possibilities. Did a witch cast a spell? Was Jack Frost making a visit? Was some new dark Druid coming to fuck with nature?

He knew he was being a bit irrational, but he had learned to assume the worst when it came to Beacon Hills, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen actual snow at home in his lifetime. His past experiences didn’t allow him the luxury of excitement about novelties.

Overall, the combination of the unusual weather and the text from Derek calling for an emergency meeting had Stiles on edge and falling out of his bed in his haste to head out.

He didn’t have a good snow jacket so he just put on as many layers as was comfortable and a coat. He grabbed some gloves, and mourned for his converse which would surely not do well in the snow.

Stiles rushed out to his car, noting his dad had already left for the station. He was grateful to note the roads had already been cleared, as he wasn’t sure if his jeep could handle snow and ice.

He parked when he reached the edge of the preserve. They had cleared a dirt road so that they would be able to drive to the pack house, but it wasn’t an official street so the city had no reason to clear it of snow. 

Stiles understood why it wasn’t cleared of snow, but he was still annoyed. Fortunately, the snow wasn’t slushy, so at least his feet weren’t soaked. Still, his converse and jeans did little to protect him from the cold, and he walked as quickly as he could, while also watching out for any possible ice patches. 

By the time the pack house was in sight, Stiles was shivering, and ready to yell at Derek for making him come all this way when phones were a thing. 

Derek was standing in front of the pack house, and Stiles had no qualms about yelling and walking at the same time.

“Hey, jerk, there better be a good reason you called me out here, like dead bodies good reason. I am just a human without all the werewolf heat mojo, and I��m on break, so there are not a whole lot of reasons I should be anywhere except in bed sleeping right now.”

Stiles couldn’t really make out Derek’s face, but he knew it wasn’t as remorseful as it should have been.

Stiles sighed loudly and continued marching toward the house, looking down again to make sure he didn’t step in anything which would make him even more uncomfortable.

It was as soon as he looked down that he felt it, the cold becoming even colder, ice running through his veins.

He was under attack!

He looked up with a gasp, eyes searching for the assailant, for what cruel monster had thrown a snowball right at him. 

He was surprised to see that all of the pack had appeared in front of the house (damn werewolf speed), all wearing smirks of varying deviousness. 

Derek had his arm still raised, and Stiles knew he was the perpetrator (he wasn’t even wearing gloves but already had another snowball in his other hand, he clearly had an unfair advantage). 

In fact, everyone had a snowball prepared, and they were all staring right at Stiles with an evil gleam.

“Whoa! Who decided everyone would team up against me? This seems totally unfair.”

“It’s not everyone against you,” Scott said.

“It’s every man for himself,” Isaac finished for him, and threw a snowball right at Derek’s face.

And then it was chaos.

Stiles made as many snowballs as he could while the werewolves were distracted amongst themselves, thanking god he had thought to put on gloves. 

When Stiles was pretty sure he had a good amount of ammo stockpiled, he called to Scott. “Scotty, it’s snow time!”

Ever since they were young, when they had any sort of battle, whether it be nerf guns or water balloons, “It’s show time,” was their codeword to create an alliance. They would join forces and blindside their opposite.

(Stiles may or may not have been waiting his whole life to get to use that snow time pun).

Stiles began constructing a kick ass fortress as Scott ran over and began throwing Stiles’ snowballs at a pace only werewolves were capable of. 

When he popped up to check how Scott was doing, he was blindsided by three rapid succession snowballs right to the face. 

All from his boyfriend.

“Rude! And totally unwarranted!” Stiles shouted.

Derek glared at him. “It was revenge for that awful pun.”

Stiles gaped. “Oh you have snow idea what you’ve just started.”

He ducked before Derek had even thrown the next snowball.

The battle lasted close to another hour (Stiles cursed werewolf endurance), hundreds of snowballs and a handful of puns thrown.

It was at the time that his gloves were soaked through and he thought his fingers might fall off if he made one more snowball that he decided to call it quits.

He turned to look at Scott who was hiding with him behind the fortress and gave one nod. They stood up in unison, shouting their surrender with their hands up.

They were immediately pelted with a flurry of balls.

Stiles’ arms fell to his side. “Really? When we were surrendering? Do you snow snow bounds?”

The rest of the pack stared at him with blank stares.

“Fine, whatever, clearly nobody appreciates me nor understands my genius. Sorry my puns are too advanced for you all.” Stiles shook his head in disappointment and began to head to the house.

And promptly fell on his ass.

The rest of the pack burst into laughter (including Scott, the traitor, who was quick to abandon him), and Stiles glared at the sky from where he lay, cursing the world for this injustice.

Derek walked over, a smirk clear on his face while he looked down at Stiles. “You good?”

Stiles grumbled. “Yes. I meant to do that.”

Derek looked even more amused. “Oh really? And why is that?” Derek asked even as he offered a hand to help Stiles up.

“So I could do this!” Stiles shouted as he pulled down Derek with all his might with the offered hand. He knew Derek must not have been expecting it, because he actually managed to pull him down with an exclamation.

His victory was short lived, as he realized the consequences of his actions. He groaned. “God, you’re so heavy.”

“And you’re so dumb.” Derek got up on his elbows so he was slightly above Stiles. 

Stiles stared dreamily up at his boyfriend, deciding to ignore the insult. “Hey, did it hurt?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you pulled me down? Not really, I had a squishy human to cushion my fall.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “No, when you fell from heaven,” Stiles smiled widely, “Because you’re a snow angel.” He rolled them so he was above Derek.

Derek sighed heavily but remained limp as Stiles grabbed his arms, sliding them up and down through the snow in the classic snow angel motion.

Stiles rolled away from Derek when he got as close to an angel as he could and made his own, laughing the whole time. 

Derek sat up from where he had been manhandled. “Why do I put up with you?”

“It’s because you glove me!” Stiles shouted, removing one of his gloves (which at this point had become so soaked from snow that it was just making him more cold) and tossing it at Derek.

“Don’t take off your gloves, you dumbass!” Derek said, looking scandalized. Stiles couldn’t really blame him for his concern. Stiles was a human, and therefore susceptible to pesky things like hypothermia, but Derek should have thought of that before he started a snowball battle. 

Derek stood up and lifted Stiles up, hauling him over his shoulder.

Stiles didn’t really mind, since it got him out of the snow and gave him a great view of Derek’s ass.

“Just admit you’re s-mitten!” He took off his other glove and slapped Derek’s ass with it.

~~~

An hour later, Stiles was wearing multiple layers of Derek’s (dry) clothes, wrapped in a blanket, cuddling against his furnace boyfriend, surrounded by the pack.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but even if some people were needlessly cruel to me today, I had an ice time.”

The pack groaned, except Scott, who added, “Icy what you did there!”

Stiles leaned over to high five Scott.

“I will kick out the next person to make a pun,” Derek interjected.

Stiles rolled his eyes, even as he cuddled back into Derek’s side. “Ugh, whatever you say, Frosty.”

Derek glared down at Stiles, looking prepared to retaliate.

Stiles put his hands up in mock surrender. “That wasn’t a pun, that was a reference.”

“Well it wasn’t a very good one, since Frosty was a holly jolly soul.”

Stiles beamed. “Oh my god, my boyfriend knows his Christmas classics. I think I’m in love.”

“We know,” the rest of the pack responded in unison, but Stiles was too busy staring up at his boyfriend in adoration to care.

~~~ 

Later that night, when they laid together in bed, Stiles looked up at Derek, and his fondness shined bright. “I love you.”

Derek looked back at him, equally fond, and smirked and said, “I know.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if he wanted to hit him for ruining the moment, or kiss him senseless for quoting Star Wars. He did neither, because he couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

“You mean, you snow?”

The ensuing slap on the back of his head was well worth it.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Sensitive

Y/n is worried their night was ruined

A/n: I was reading a Bucky fic that I cannot find again of course that kind of inspired this? It was about Bucky taking reader to dinner and then getting upset bc she flirted with the waiter so he revenge flirted with a waitress. Idk it was messy but somewhere along the way came this. 

Family was the top priority in Chris’s life. But as much as he wanted to be, he wasn’t around his family near as much as he wished he could be. Filming kept him busy, and even when he could be home, it was difficult to find time where everyone could come together. It made you feel bad, whenever he couldn’t see his family, or they were there with some missing pieces.

Over the fall break, you wanted to have everyone show up, surprise Chris, and have a fun family reunion- something that has been long overdue. You spent months planning and prepping, and tonight was finally the night. The afternoon was spent making calls, positive that everyone was ready and at the restaurant when you showed up.

“What kind of restaurant is this?” Chris asked as he walked into the master bathroom. You were finishing up your makeup when he walked in, still in your favorite pajamas, waiting until right before you left to change. “I mean are we talking formal, casual? You going in that?”

You look up, making eye contact with him though the mirror, and roll your eyes as a small smile rose on your face. “I’ll wear mine if you wear yours,” you tease before changing to a more serious answer. “I’d say it’s a bit in between? I don’t think a suit is expected, but if you wore one, it wouldn’t be questioned.”

Chris looked thoughtful for a second before nodding his head. “I think I got it,” he said before turning and walking into the closet. You finished your makeup and made your way to the closet as well, moving to your side knowing exactly what you wanted to wear for the evening. It was your absolute favorite outfit that didn’t get worn often, but each time it was, you couldn’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous,” Chris said, watching as you stand in front of the mirror.

You smile, moving to where he stood as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Thank you,” you whisper as you look down, you hands moving up his clothed chest. “This was a good choice, I like it.”

“Gotta keep up you somehow,” he joked. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out, allowing you to walk ahead of him. You checked your phone, noticing a text notification.

Scottie: If you’re not here in 3, I’m ordering without you❤️

You couldn’t help but laugh causing Chris to ask who text.

“My brother,” you told him, shaking your head. “He’s just an idiot.”

. . .

The drive to the restaurant was short, Chris ironically talking about something his sister said that was really funny. It made the excitement build even more, knowing how happy he would be once he saw everyone.

“Reservation for Evans,” he told the hostess once you were inside. She nodded, talking into her head piece before instructing you to follow her. Chris’s hand was on your back as the girl lead you to a private dining room.

“Surprise,” you whisper to him right before you get to the door. You heard Chris mutter a confused what as you quickly enter the private room, smiling to the Evans family before moving out of the way for Chris to enter.

“Surprise!” They all shout in unison, Chris jumping slightly before yelling back holy shit in excitement, immediately moving to hug his mom first. You smile, accepting hugs from everyone as well before finally getting seated. The waiter brought the menus out, now that everyone was finally present, and took drink orders. You sat back, watching as Chris and his dad spoke of some football stats they were obviously pumped for. The waiter came back shortly with trays full of drinks. You weren’t paying attention as he made his way to you, but you felt the cold liquid as it fell down your front. You saw the five or six empty cups on the floor after the waiter tripped over the rug. Chris immediately handed you his napkin, trying to help as best he could.

“I am so sorry!” The waitor exclaimed immediately, looking at you with concern. You were so shocked, you didn’t know what to say.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about,” you tell him, almost as if it were scripted. You felt as if you couldn’t look up from your top. “I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you announce standing from the chair.

“I’ll go with you,” his sister offered, beginning to stand as well.

“No,” you declined. “Don’t worry about. It’s fine, I’ll be right back.” You turn, asking where the restroom was before walking out the door, out of sight.

“There’s a sweater in the car,” Chris told them. “I’ll go get that for her.” He stood and walked out as well, moving as fast as he could without causing a scene to unknowing guests.

“I feel so bad for her,” Scott said, looking at his mother.

“I’m gonna go check on her, see if I can help,” Carly stood up. She maneuvered her way through the restaurant to the bathroom. She found you standing in front of the sink, using paper towels to get as much of the moister out of the fabric as possible. A single sniff grabbed her attention. “You okay?” She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you couldn’t help the subtle shake to your voice. “I’m fine.” The presence of another person strangely making the tears come faster.

“Why are you crying? It’s okay.”

“I just.. I really just need a second to myself,” you tell her honestly. “I don’t want to be rude, but-“

“No, I get it. I’ll go,” she reassured you. “But I just wanted to let you know Chris went to grab you something else to change into.”

She turned, leaving you behind the door but bumping into Chris soon after. “Hey, can you take this to y/n?” He asked, not wanting to barge into the ladies room.

“No,” she answered honestly. Chris was taken aback, never expecting to hear it. She looked back at the door before speaking again. “She’s crying. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed or what happened, but she said she wanted to be by herself. You should probably be the one.”

“She’s crying?” He repeated, as if he didn’t hear his sister correctly. She nodded her head. “Ok, give us a second.” Without waiting for a reply, Chris walked past her, moving to the bathroom door. He gently knocked before peaking his head in.

“What’s up, buttercup?” He asked as he entered, knowing the cheesy lines always make you laugh. Usually. You didn’t even look up. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, not even wanting to talk about it. Chris placed a hand on your waist, waiting for you to say anything. “I feel like I ruined it,” you admitted to him, your voice barely over a whisper.

“Baby,” he sighed, completely shocked by your answer. “You didn’t ruin anything. None of this was your fault, it was just an accident. You could never have predicted something like that.”

You sniffle, catching your breathe. “I just wanted you to have a fun night with them, and not worry about me getting in the way.”

“Y/n, you are the absolute best women in the world. Doing this was incredible in itself, but this is a family. Mistakes happen all the time, especially when we’re all together. It easily could’ve been me or Scott. Preferably Scott, actually, that would’ve been a great laugh.” You finally turn your head to look at him, silently agreeing with his subtle joke. “The night was not ruined. One day we’re all going to look back; we’ll remember the fond memories, we’ll laugh about that clumsy waiter, and then we’ll smile thinking of how you made this all possible. You made this night, baby. Not the other way around.”

He reached up, gently wiping a tear from your face. He pressed gentle kisses all over your face, making you scrunch your nose, before capturing your lips with his. “I love you,” you declare, finding your voice.

“And I love you,” he repeated, placing one last kiss before turning his attention to the sweater slung over his shoulder. “Here- I grabbed this. Can’t have you uncomfortable at your own dinner party.” You tossed your top to the side, letting Chris help slide the bigger one over your torso. The warmth so inviting after being in a wet one for so long. “We can head back whenever you’re ready.”

You sighed, almost not wanting to face your in-laws again after being so dramatic, but you knew you had to. Grabbing one last paper towel, you clean yourself up. No traces of smeared makeup left on your face. You threw it away, and immediately walked into Chris’s arms for a hug. “Thank you.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. “It’s what I’m here for.” You pulled away, turning to grab your shirt only for Chris to take it from you, silently offering to carry it. You got back to the table, noticing two small glasses filled with clear liquid in front of your seat.

“Shots on me,” Scott announced when he saw you. “Figured you could use some alcohol after that.”

You laughed, appreciating his humor in the moment. “You know me too well,” you reply as you sit down. Picking up the first glass, you all cheers before downing the liquor, one right after the other. You notice the same waiter walk back in, this time with food. He made sure to be extra careful of where he was stepping this time. He stopped to let you know that he would bring you any dessert you wanted, on the house, for his mistake. You thanked him and watched as he exited the room, his right side bumping into the doorframe slightly, making him stumble.

“What a klutz.”

. . .

we’re leaving that last comment up for debate on who said it. 

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Merry Christmas, damnfancyscotch!

For @damnfancyscotch, who liked high school AUs and soulmates, so have some rival teams and a bit of Shakespeare!

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*****

Not a Shakespearean Tragedy

Stiles and Scott walked to the lacrosse field after school for practice, clad in their uniforms and carrying their crosses. They passed by the basketball court, where the basketball players were practicing.

“Look, there goes the lacrosse bozos!” one of the basketball players jeered at them.

“Only bozos I see are you guys!” Stiles yelled back at them. “Did you lose your mascot costume again?”

Some of the guys started yelling back at them, some players holding others back, but the two friends just ignored them all and continued on towards the lacrosse field.

“You ever get sick of this stupid rivalry?” Stiles sighed.

“It is pretty stupid,” Scott agreed. “I always worry when they say things about how I play, though,” he added quietly.

Stiles immediately got in Scott’s path so he would stop. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself!” he said vehemently. “You’ve gotten really good over the years since your asthma went away, and next year, you’ll probably be our team captain! Don’t ever doubt yourself, bro!”

Scott smiled his adorably sweet smile that made Stiles think of puppies. “Aw, thanks, bro!”

“And I mean it, too,” Stiles added as the two got to the field.

As they waited for their coach to arrive, Stiles glanced back at the basketball court. He really was sick of the stupid squabbling between teams.

The rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams was legendary. It had been going on for nearly a decade. The two coaches, Coach Finstock of the lacrosse team and Coach Abernathy of the basketball team, kept trying to one-up each other, and the teams had caught their fever. There had been crazy pranks, yelling insults at the other team across the fields, even stealing the team mascot costume. Friendships between players on the other team were rare.

Which was a real shame because Stiles really wanted to be friends with Derek Hale. He was a senior while Scott and Stiles were juniors, but they shared quite a few classes. Derek was smart, especially in English, and had good things to say in class. He was actually a big fan of Shakespeare’s works, and Stiles gained an appreciation for his writing because of Derek. He would smile at Derek when he said something particularly interesting in class, and Derek would smile at him, too. But then they’d look away because they weren’t allowed to be friends, which was completely unfair.

Derek was one of the rare basketball players who didn’t insult the lacrosse team. Well, maybe he did and Stiles just wasn’t there to hear it. Stiles was no innocent angel who didn’t insult the basketball team, but he never said anything bad about Derek, either.

Navigating teen social groups was just a nightmare.

What if a basketball player and a lacrosse player were soulmates? That would be worse than a nightmare.

But Stiles often wondered. He didn’t think that he and Derek had ever touched each other’s bare skin. When soulmates touched each other’s bare skin for the first time, their vision would explode into white, and they would finally recognize each other as soulmates.

Not all soulmates find each other in high school, but many of his classmates had found theirs already. Even Scott had discovered his soulmate Allison when he handed her a pen and their hands brushed each other. Stiles really wanted to discover who was meant to be his.

“Stiles,” Scott nudged his arm. “What are you thinking about?”

Stiles sighed. “The usual,” he said.

It was far from the first time that Stiles had mentioned the unfairness of it all. But before Scott could say anything, Coach Finstock came out, his whistle around his neck. The two boys and a few other of their teammates stood at attention, but most of them were still talking amongst themselves and hadn’t noticed their coach showing up.

Coach Finstock blew his whistle. “Alright, listen up! We’re gonna practice shooting at the goal, and if you keep missing, you’re gonna be running suicides! Let’s show up that stupid Coach Abernathy! You got it?”

“Yes, Coach!” the team said in unison.

Stiles was too busy after that to think about anything but lacrosse.

**********

A few days later, Stiles had to stay after school because stupid Mr. Harris had given him detention. Scott had already gone home, so Stiles was walking through the corridors alone.

Suddenly, he walked into what felt like a brick wall. He fell on his butt, thankfully not hitting his head on anything, but it was still startling.

“Are you okay?” asked a familiar voice.

Stiles’ head flew up and he looked into Derek Hale’s beautiful eyes. “Y… yeah,” he said.

“Let me help you up,” Derek said, holding out a hand.

This was the moment that Stiles had been so curious about. He gripped onto it, and the moment he did, his vision did explode into white. And apparently, Derek’s did, too, because instead of Derek helping him up, he fell on top of Stiles instead.

“You really are my soulmate?” Stiles was in shock. They really had never touched any bit of their skin together before that very moment?

“Are you upset?” Derek looked worried, moving back off of Stiles. “We don’t have to--”

“No!” Stiles screamed, grabbing at one of Derek’s arms to stop him. “I like that we’re soulmates,” he said at a more normal volume. “I was kind of hoping that we were, actually, because you’re really kind of awesome.”

Derek looked more relaxed and a smile was blossoming on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Stiles returned the smile.

Forget about the two rival teams for now, Stiles thought. For now, Derek was all that he wanted on his mind.

**********

Unfortunately, the next day, they both knew that they had to speak to their respective coaches. Stiles was not looking forward to telling Coach Finstock that Derek was his soulmate, and Derek wasn’t looking forward to telling Coach Abernathy about Stiles, either. But the two of them walked to the gym anyways. No one else was there, and the two held hands for moral support.

“Everything will be okay,” Stiles said, both to reassure Derek as well as himself.

Derek gulped. “Yeah. We’ll be able to be together and not have to hide our relationship.”

Stiles stared at him. He didn’t even consider that they might be forced into a secret relationship, forced to have clandestine meet-ups in other towns so no one else would see them. Stiles would wear a hoodie and sunglasses, while Derek would wear a scarf that covered the lower half of his face and…

“Stiles!” Derek interrupted his thoughts. “It’s not going to happen!”

Stiles looked over at Derek. He looked just as nervous as Stiles felt, but he looked determined, too. Stiles bet that that’s how Derek looked before a big basketball game. Maybe someday, Stiles would be able to go to one of his games and see for himself.

“Coach?” Stiles called, walking into his office in the gym

Coach Finstock was reading some essays from his freshman classes, but he looked up when Stiles approached. “Bilinski,” he greeted. “You needed something?”

“Um, yeah,” Stiles said. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He had the sinking feeling that this conversation could end very badly, but he needed to go through with it anyways.

“Bilinski!” Coach yelled. “Get on with it! I have papers to grade, you know! They don’t pay me to just sit here and look pretty, you know!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Stiles scratched his head. “I found my soulmate yesterday.”

“Congratulations!” Coach grinned. “But why are you telling me this? Shouldn‘t you be giggling about it with McCall or something?”

This was it. The moment that could end his days of lacrosse and Derek’s days of basketball. “It’s Derek,” he blurted out before he could lose his nerve. “Derek Hale. From the basketball team.”

Coach didn’t say anything.

“Am… am I gonna get kicked off the team?” Stiles was getting nervous, and when he was nervous, he tended to babble even more than normal. “I mean, I’m not the best player, but I’ve won you some goals. And Scotty, him and I play really good together! And Derek, he’s like one of the best players on the basketball team! He’s even the team captain!”

Finstock blew his whistle, and Stiles immediately shut up.

“Bilinski, do you really think we’d kick you off our teams because you’re soulmates?” Finstock asked. “Because that’s pretty crazy.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped. “But… the rivalry between the teams…?”

“What? Did you think this was gonna be like Romeo and Juliet?” Finstock stared at him. “Because while I have suffered greatly in my life, I’m not living in a Shakespearean tragedy! Don‘t put me through that, Bilinski!” He shook his finger at Stiles.

Stiles held his hands up. “I won’t, Coach! Promise!”

Finstock nodded in approval. “Good man. But don’t let being all lovey-dovey affect your performance on this team, or I’ll replace your starting position with Greenberg, and you know I don’t want that guy playing!”

Yeah, Stiles didn’t want Greenberg taking over his spot. “You got it!”

“Now, get out of here and let me grade my papers in peace!” Finstock said, picking up one of the essays on his desk and reading it.

Knowing when he was being dismissed, Stiles ran out of Finstock’s office and the gym. Derek was already outside, waiting for him. “How did it go for you?” he asked anxiously.

“He told me we weren’t Romeo and Juliet,” Stiles answered.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember ever saying we were,” he said.

“You didn’t,” Stiles said. “It was just Finstock being his weird self. But he’s all for us being together!” he added, bouncing from foot to foot in excitement. “What about you and Coach Abernathy?”

“Oh, yeah! He approved, too” Derek said, grinning so that his teeth were showing. God, he could be such a cute dork!

“Woohoo!” Stiles shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in celebration.

There was no one around to see the ensuing kiss, and Stiles was fine with some things just staying private between soulmates.

**********

At the end of the week was the next basketball game. Stiles sat in the stands and dragged Scott along with him, who dragged Allison along as well. “It’s so weird to be here,” Scott told him, looking like he would run and hide the second one of the basketball players or their coach spotted him.

Stiles shook his head. “I told you, Scotty. Everything’s okay. Remember Coach‘s speech yesterday, about how he and the basketball coach bet every year on their teams winning? That‘s how this stupid rivalry came about, so the coaches can bet each other out of money!”

Scott shrugged. “If you say so, dude.”

Allison ruffled Scott’s hair and smiled sweetly at him. “Don’t worry so much,” she said. “Let’s enjoy the game for once.”

“Hey, here they come!” Stiles shouted.

The basketball players started running out onto the court. Stiles spotted Derek immediately in the front leading the others. He spotted Stiles in the stands and waved shyly at him.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” Stiles whispered dreamily, putting a hand over his heart. “It is the east, and Derek is the sun.”

Scott and Allison laughed at him. “Dude,” Scott shook his head, grinning.

“You are so in love!” Allison beamed, her dimples showing.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, watching Derek take control of the ball and run dribbling it across the court. “I am.”

[louthestarspeaker]

Idleness

Another short for Fluffember! Tentatively using the prompt Fond (they all like each other so...) Scott took over this one. He was supposed to say like two things but decided he wanted to be chatty. He’s pretty hard to ignore.

This is another including Laurie, my original character. Thank you guys so much for all the love you gave her! You had me grinning all day :D  

Special thank you to @bonsaiiiiiii for the read-through and heaps of encouragement with this! You’re so wonderful <333

`*`

It shouldn’t be that hard to find one person on an island with a population of less than a dozen, but here Laurie was, making her second round of the villa and still no sign of her sister. 

Laurie trotted up the stairs into the lounge. No one here but Scott working at the desk, holographic documents floating around his face. Laurie had been trying not to disturb him, buuut…  

“Hey, Scott?”

“Hmmm?” He didn’t even look away from the projector.

Laurie tilted her head, trying to catch his eye, her glasses slipping down her nose some. “Are you really listening or just doing that thing where you hum at everyone so they think you’re listening?”

“The first one.” 

“Cool. Have you seen Des anywhere?”

“Out on the deck with Virge.” Scott said, indicating with a thumb over his shoulder.

Ohhh of course. 

See, Laurie had forgotten to check out there because it was filed away in the “incredibly dangerous” and “not an actual balcony” boxes in her brain. Why there was a whole door leading out there but no railing was a question she had yet to receive a straight answer for. 

With the light from inside and nightfall outside, the glass was made into a mirror. Laurie moved close to it, cupping her hands around her eyes so she could see out.

Des and Virgil had their backs to her, their silhouettes edged in the gold light from the lounge and the blue glow from a tablet they held. She and Virgil sat shoulder to shoulder, foreheads almost touching as they looked at the screen. They started speaking and Laurie saw that their mouths formed the same words.

The speaking in unison thing was not new. The two of them had been doing that for just about as long as Laurie could remember. Her brother Eagan, who found the whole thing wildly amusing, figured it was because they were both artists. Virgil in the musical and visual sense, Desiray in the poetic. They were cut from the same cloth, so to speak.

Alan and Gordon, on the other hand, had diagnosed telepathy, and spent a good week or two trying to develop some of their own with… limited success. They did, however, create a detailed code comprised entirely of eyebrow gestures to simulate the effect. 

John, so far, was the only person to crack it. Laurie was working in it.

Laurie smiled and turned away from the window. Des and Virge didn’t get very much downtime. She could wait. 

“Weren’t you looking for her?” Scott asked as she moved away from the glass.

Laurie shrugged. “I’ll catch her when she comes in. It’s just school stuff.”

There must have been something in her face, whatever it was prompting Scott to turn around and have a look out the window himself. He squinted a bit to make out Virgil and Desiray from behind the reflection, and then his face softened, his whole expression drifting into something fond.

“Yeah, good idea.” Scott said, he too turned away from the window, directing his attention back toward Laurie. “School work though, aren’t you on summer break?”

She was, but apparently a tropical island in the middle of the South Pacific wasn’t far enough to escape homework. 

“They give us a reading list and a bunch of math problems to make sure our brains don’t go to mush before we get back to school. I usually try to finish before I come here, but I’ve been busy.”

Scott nodded. He was more than aware the “busyness” constituted mostly of the IR projects they’d been gradually letting her take part in. She shadowed Brains sometimes, and was working on familiarizing herself with the specs of the Thunderbirds. 

She was doing well on the IR side of things, but Scott and her parents might need to have a talk about lightening her load if Laurie was pushing school to the back burner.

“Scott.” Laurie’s face said she knew exactly what he was thinking. “I’ve still got plenty of time to finish everything.” 

“Anything I can help you with?” That was Scotty, ever helpful, as if he didn’t already have enough to do.

Laurie cracked a smile. “Not unless you remember enough about The Metamorphosis to help me write a book report?”

“Yeah, you’re probably better off going to Des with that one. I’m pretty sure I only skimmed it.” 

Had he now? 

“Do you remember what you got?” Laurie asked, not at all suspiciously.

Her tone inevitably triggered Big Brother Mode, and he pinned her with a Look.

“Just asking?” 

Scott’s expression didn’t change. “A whole lot worse than I would’ve done if I’d actually read the book, I’ll tell you that.”

Laurie tapped a finger against her chin. “So is that more of B, maybe? I don’t wanna do less than a B.” 

“Laurie.”

She laughed. “Relax, Scott, I’ll read the book.”

“Mmhm.”

“I will! You’re supposed to be letting me move from flight simulations to Thunderbirds soon, and I am not about to sacrifice that for some incomplete homework.” 

“Alright, then.” Scott conceded, tugging lightly on her braid. “What about the math? I’m pretty good with that.” 

Laurie shrugged a shoulder. “I finished it already.” Well, finished mostly. “Do you need help with anything though?” She asked, turning the tables. 

There probably wasn’t a lot she could help with, but if there were calculations or something she might be able to lend a hand. She was pretty good with math too.

Scott raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his holo-display.  “Know anything about business negotiation?” 

Laurie peered closer at the documents, all the business jargon going right over her head. “Got anything with numbers?”

“Not tonight.”

Laurie shook her head, pivoting away from the desk. “Looks like you’re on your own then, Scotty.” She dropped into one of Alan’s rocket chairs, digging through the cushions for the remote. 

“Any preference?” She asked as she started flicking through programs. 

“No,” Scott said, and Laurie could hear a smile in his voice, “Just don’t forget about the calculus.”

She laughed. Of course he knew. Those older sibling super senses were always working overtime. Plus she was a terrible liar. “Sure, Scott. After this.”

A click of the remote and theme music played. Sometime later, Virgil and Des drifted back inside and settled in the lounge around her. Book reports were conveniently forgotten. Then Scott was coaxed from the desk by his brother, telling him to take just a quick break. It helped that Scott had been half watching from the desk already. 

Needless to say, with the lights dimmed and snacks abound, they all stayed there a while.    

[ladyideal]

Our Love 3/3

Pairing: McKirk x Reader

Word Count: 11.5k (it spiraled away, I’m sorry.)

Warnings: Geez, where to begin. Lots of alcohol, lots of cursing, description of injuries, fighting, mild panic attack, major character death, really 95% angst, crying and sobbing. (Probably missed something, let me know if I do.)

Summary:  After three years with Leonard, and one year with Jim, both your boyfriends proposes to you during Jim’s bday. You said yes. With a new away mission, both Jim and Leonard were called down. Even though you had a bad feeling about it, you let them convince you it will be okay. It was not okay. Honestly, go read the story. 

A/N: Welp, here’s the end folks. And I’m quite at a loss of having typing down almost 12k words in this part. It’s long, but it’s worth the read, I promise. This has become my longest story ever, and I’m proud of it. Hope you like it still, @cuddlememerrick. I did tell you it was gonna break your heart. I chose “Close Your Eyes.” as my last prompt. You’ll only get 2k of fluff. That’s it.

Please get a box of tissues ready. I promise you’ll need them. 

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

Jim confessed.

No, he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t upset. In fact, he wasn’t feeling any of them. He loved you. He wanted you. He loved Len, and Len did too. After a talk with Leonard late one night, you and him agreed. Logically, two became three. 

Starfleet had mentioned no relationships with the direct superior, something that Spock continued to point out every time he gets the chance. Jim snorted, and waved it away. To hell with that rule, he said. There was no way that Starfleet could really enforce that rule without making several people upset.

Plus Jim was unorthodox that way. As a Captain, he wasn’t very strict with the rules, a more laid back attitude to them. Sure, it gave you problems and headaches when annual ship inspection came around. But it was worth it. 

It was worth having Jim as your Captain and now boyfriend. 

Since then, your relationships with your two boys have only gone up, and much better. It was double the fun, and double the love. It wasn’t easy to spend time together, especially as Captain and First Officer, your shifts were staggered in order to accommodate between the three shifts. All three accommodated the circumstances by working on the ship. 

You cherished the time together when you can. Whether it was going down to Engineering and almost always having a displeased Doctor yelling at you for being so careless or spending time at the holodeck or drinking at the officer’s lounge and passing out, it was good times. 

Especially since the horrible fight with Leonard, you and him had reconcile and found a better way to help convey your side of the opinion and then his. It took time to get back to where the relationship was previously, but with Jim on board, everything was seamless.

It was almost as if you were living a fairy tale dream. Your two princes and you all dressed up in a wonderful life. Leonard snorted at the idea when you mentioned it to him, but in his eyes, you knew he was pleased. Jim was the opposite, laughing and grinning at the idea. You even wondered if it was even a good idea to tell him that. By his shit eating grin to go off of, you knew that he was cooking up an idea in his head. 

You weren’t disappointed. 

Since Jim’s birthday was in a week, Jim had finally announced that he wanted his birthday party to be a fairy tale themed. Immediately, you and the doctor both rolled your eyes at his antics. The blonde pouted.

“Come on, Y’N,” He tried to convince you. “I know Bones wasn’t going to like it. But you? Please.”

Throughout the day, he’d begged you in all sorts of different ways. A message there, a message written on the foggy mirror, a sticky note on your computer, a frowny face on your PADD, and so much more. He’d even somehow got Leonard to jump on board, and help with his pleading. 

“Enough Jim,” You finally broke down, shaking your head at him as you sat across from him over dinner. “Alright, alright. I’ll do it. I’ll put something together for you, but only because you’re insufferable.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You did it anyways. Swinging down to the education side of the ship, you spoke to the teachers there to organize an event with the kids. Draw some pictures of the Captain and even draw some pretty castles in the background, and make it a contest. It would be a nice background and decorations around the rec room when Jim was able to get off duty and judge who was best. 

Cake. You frowned in the kitchen of your quarters, looking down at the recipes that your PADD was able to come up with. Being on the ship was hard enough, much less had enough of the ingredients you needed. You sighed.

Replicator it was. 

While you were busy mixing the sprinkles within the batter, a pair of strong arms and the scent of bourbon enveloped you from behind. Ignoring your surprised squacks, Leonard gently planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Leonard McCoy!” You grumbled, swatting his arms away. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Good thing I’m a doctor,” The bastard smirked. “Baking Jim’s cake?”

“If you keep hugging me like that, I will never be able to get it finished on time,” You groaned, lightly pushing away from him. “Now come on doctor, get an apron on. Still need to get started on the cupcakes.”

You threw a nearby apron to his face, grinning back at him. Reproachfully, he pouted at you, but pulled the offered apron off his face, and rolled his sleeves up. 

“Where can I help, sweetheart?”

Rows of children’s drawings of Jim hung across the walls of the room, and a large “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN KIRK” decoration slung above them all. The large cake and a dozen or so frosted cupcakes sat in the center, and a modest pile of unopened presents sat tucked away in the far corner of the entrance. Officers milled about, all with a drink in their hands. Uhura was dancing with Spock, Scotty was already drunk and waving his arms around as he spoke to an equally drunk but interested Chekov, and Sulu was dealing out poker at another table.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jim hurried over when you and Leonard finally entered. 

“Hey, what about me?” Leonard grumped as you were lifted into the air.

“Let me down, Jim,” You laughed, kicking slightly in the air. “Let me down!”

“You too, Bones,” The Captain smirked over at the doctor, but reluctantly set you back down on your feet. 

“Happy birthday, Jim,” You and the doctor chorused, kissing the blonde and grinning as Leonard kissed his cheek too.

“How did you get the kids to draw all these?” Jim pointed at the pictures and models of him. 

You smirked. “All I had to do was say it was your birthday, and whoever draws the best picture or the best model wins a prize. Judged by you,” You spoke, watching as Leonard left the conversation to grab some bourbon from the bar. “You do have to give out three honorable mentions though.”

Jim laughed, and brought you tightly to him again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You really outdid yourself this time.”

You beamed at him. “Anything for you, Jimmy boy.”

Jim eyed Leonard for a moment, and in that silent exchange, both men nodded.

“Alright, everyone,” The Captain spoke up louder this time, gaining the attention of those that attended his party. “Thank you for coming to my party. It was spectacular, much more than I ever expected on a ship, and away from home. You can thank Commander Y/N for planning and setting everything up.” He paused, briefly smirking at you again. 

“But I have a surprise of my own.”

You frowned slightly, confused at the turn of events. It was supposed to be you having the surprises, like the lingerie bag hidden underneath the bed, not the birthday boy himself. 

Leonard slid closer to you. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

With no other choice, you obeyed. Closing your eyes, you listened to the shuffles in front of you. What the hell was going on.

“Now open them.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the box held by Jim and Leonard in front of you, and both your boyfriends on one knee. Feeling your heart leap inside your chest, your jaw dropped in surprise. Several officers around you gasped loudly. A surprise squeak bubbled out of your mouth, as you understood what was going on. Rather carefully, Jim pried your left hand away from your mouth.

“Y/N, when I first met you on the ship three years ago, I couldn’t believe there could be anything that shone brighter than the stars. I thought that this could be it, that you were the one that I was looking for. I have this ship, I have this crew, and most importantly I have you. I was scared at first. My reputation hasn't been the greatest, and thought that alone would scare you away from me,” Jim smiled tentatively up at you. "Being on this ship is scary enough all alone with no one beside. I know I make more mistakes than I have made right ones. But I promise to do my best to do it right for you, for Bones, for us.” 

You could only blink in response, wiping away tears with your free hand. 

“Sweetheart, when I first met you three years go at your cafe, you rudely barged into my life with no care at all,” Leonard picked up, pausing when you giggled. “You set my coffee down, made me eat those overly sweet cookies, and talked with me even though I was a total stranger. You didn’t know me, and I only knew your cafe because all my nurses were begging me to go and try your coffee out. You made me realize that there was still hope in the future, and that you were it. I know I can be temperamental at times, but you love me just the way I am. Joanna loves you, same with ma, and everyone else in our family and Jim’s. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you.”

“Will you do us the honor of marrying us?” The two spoke in complete unison. 

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you nodded. 

“Yes,” You spoke, clearing your throat. “Yes!”

With breathtaking smiles, you watched as Leonard pulled the snug diamond ring out of its confines and slowly pushed it up your finger.

You stared in amazement at the row of dazzling diamonds on your hand for a minute, before lifting your head up at the sounds of people cheering all around. Leonard and Jim beamed as congratulations were offered, and the party continued long into the night. 

"I can't believe you Jimbo, for pulling that off," You grumbled, but the smile on your face robbed you from being serious. "You too Len."

"Can't a guy have his tricks up his sleeve?" The blonde spoke, changing out of his regulation shirt into his pajamas.

"Besides Y/N," Leonard added on, digging through his drawer for some sweatpants. "You're not sneaky enough. We've known for quite some time about what's hidden under the bed."

You gasped out loud from under the covers, and groaned in frustration. "Come on! It was supposed to be a surprise." You pouted at your now fiancees.

"You don't hear us complaining, do you?" Jim wickedly smirked. Your eyes widened at his words, then swung over to an equally smug Leonard. 

It was going to be a long night for you. 

It was a day later when the Enterprise received a distress call from one of the Federation colonies. Jim being Jim insisted that he was going to go beam down, and somehow managed to convince Leonard to join him. 

“J, are you sure about going down? I can go in your place,” You punched a couple buttons on your PADD, entering his ready room without knocking. Frowning at the lack of response from your captain, you looked up in time to see Jim gently nipping at Leonard’s lower lip. You shook your head. 

“Close your eyes, Bones,” The blonde purred.

Of course. 

“Ahem,” You loudly cleared your throat. Immediately the doctor and captain bounced apart, faces red after the amount of making out they were having. 

“Good god sugar, there’s somethin’ called knockin’,” Leonard scowled, smoothing out his tunic. “You should try it sometime.”

Jim waggled his eyebrows at you. “How long have you been standing there watching us, hmm? Bet you want to join us.”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde. “While you went and had your fun,” you paused, glaring daggers at Leonard as though the make out session was all his fault.. “I really need to get this away mission sorted out.”

Jim shrugged, righting his shirt. “Just me, Bones, and some security is needed. They’ve got some injured, and need some supplies to be beamed down to the colony.”

 You frowned. There was a bad feeling about this mission, almost making you nauseous as your stomach rolled. “Jim, something feels wrong about all this. They want you and Leonard specifically. No other missions have been like this. You, yes, but not Len.”

Clapping you on the shoulder, you watched as the captain sat back down in his chair. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. It’s just a routine mission.”

“Now hold up Jim, you didn’t say that they-,” Leonard interjected.

You bit down at your lower lip, unsure. “You’re the captain here, I can go down instead. If something happens, it’s not only you anymore. The ship can’t lose its captain. It’s a gut feeling, J. Something’s wrong down there.”

“You said it yourself, doll,” Jim leaned against his seat. “It’s dangerous out there for you. Let me and Bones take care of it.”

You huffed in frustration, turning to Leonard once more. “And what about you? You’re hardly one that likes to go down for missions like this.” 

“M’Benga has gone down the last five missions that needed a doctor,” The doctor scowled at Jim. “And someone has to keep an eye on the infant. Heaven forbid that I look away from him for a second, and the next minute he’s sporting an injury.”

You threw your hands up into the air, done with the pair. “This isn’t over,” You grumbled, pivoting on your heels and storming out.

Needless to say, the next two days you needled and prodded at the two whenever you got a chance whether it was face to face or by via messages. You couldn’t believe your fiancees. If both went down, and god forbid something does happen, you would be losing one, or even both. Jim was always a risk taker, but what surprised you was the doctor.

Leonard was one to never go down on a mission, if he could help it. In fact, he would be turning to the other doctors and nurses to fill in the spot so he wouldn't have to go. Now, him volunteering himself to go down, was absolutely mind boggling. You didn’t know what else to do, but to badger them as much as possible. 

“Get some sleep, doll,” Jim spoke firmly to you in front of your shared quarters, and gazed into your eyes. “Someone out of us three have to be the alert one, and watch it all up from the ship where you won’t be in harm's way.”

“J, please. You have to listen to me, Something’s not right,” You pleaded quietly. “I can’t lose you or Len if something were to happen.”

“And nothing is going to happen, Y/N,” Jim gently brought you into a tight hug. You laid your cheek on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve got Bones beside me, and I’ve got you watching from above. It’ll go fine, I swear.”

You chuckled weakly. “You can’t make that promise, Jim,” You croaked, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t lose him or Leonard or both. It would devastate you. “Not when every time you go down for a mission, something always goes wrong and you always land yourself in Medbay.”

“Tell me, baby doll, what are you wearing on your hand?” 

“A-a-a r-ring?” You stuttered out in confusion, flickering your eyes up at his face.

“A promise, Y/N,” He gently corrected you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “My promise to you, and Bones’s promise too. No matter what happens. We will be back.”

You whimpered silently into his shirt, and closed your eyes briefly. Other officers walking along the same corridor skirted around you as much as possible, but some had lingering curiosity. You could care less at the moment. All you wanted, desperately hoped for, was for both your fiancees to return safe and sound. 

“Get some sleep.”

“You too, Jim.”

Leonard was already fast asleep on the bed when you entered. The lights were at 10% brightness, something he must have thought ahead for you. As softly as you could, you stripped off your uniform, threw it into the clothes hamper, and slowly squeaked out the middle drawer for your pajamas. 

After brushing your teeth in record time, you sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your unshed tears away. The mattress squeaked when you sat down, but silenced as you crawled under the covers. As though the doctor could sense your body heat, his arms shot out, and gently pulled you in to him. 

“Wha took you so long?” He mumbled quietly, still sleep addled. An eye peeked down as you yawned, pressing yourself closer into your teddy bear of a doctor. 

“Jim,” was all you managed out, closing your eyes.

“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” Leonard replied. “We’ve got you.” 

Despite your fears for the coming day, you shoved your worries away for the meantime and let yourself drift away. It wasn’t long before the other side of the mattress dipped down and squealed, another pair of arms wrapped comfortably around your middle. You’d tensed up briefly, but relaxed again as Jim kissed your cheek, careful to not wake you. 

“I’m here, doll,” Jim settled himself right alongside your body. 

“Always.”

With that, you were lulled back into a dreamless sleep. 

Beep.

Beep.

As your alarm blared loudly from one of the nightstands, you were stuck between two furnaces of bodies, and limbs thrown carelessly at every angle. It didn’t take long before the men on both your sides groaned and whined unhappily.

“Someone shut the thing up,” Leonard grumbled unhappily from your right. You groaned this time, sliding deeper under the covers in an attempt to catch a few more zzs.

“J, please,” You mumbled, poking the captain insistently for a few minutes. 

He was awake in an instant, rubbing his eyes open. “Who set the alarm so early?”

“You told me to last night,” You replied from within the covers.

“Oh, shut up the thing first.”

Naturally, Jim stuck a foot out and tipped the blaring alarm over the edge and onto the floor with a light crash, finally ending the noise for good. 

“I’ll have Scotty fix it later.”

Leonard groaned again with a quiet finally. The three of you continued laying in bed for another moment before you reluctantly untangled yourself from both Jim’s and Leonard’s arms, and sat up. 

“Come on, you two. Can’t have the Captain and the CMO late.”

It took some prodding, and some veiled insults to finally get both your teddy bears up and out of bed. Even then, both seemed rather grumpy as everyone started their morning routine. 

As the two men hogged the bathroom, you hummed to yourself as you poured in some real coffee grounds, and then hot water into the coffee maker. After a moment, you steeped it, and poured a generous helping of coffee into three mugs. Knowing Leonard wanted his coffee black and bitter, you set his aside and concentrated on Jim’s next. With a little bit of sugar, into yours and Jim's, you stirred both mugs, and ending it with a splash of milk into yours. 

You adjusted your gold shirt in front of the mirror, rubbing your eyes every once in awhile. “Coffee’s ready,” You called out when the door to the bathroom opened. 

“That the real thing?” Leonard called from the bedroom, hunting down a new shirt to wear.

“Yup.”

“And you’ve been hiding it away from all of us?” Jim asked in feigned disappointment from the couch, trying to lace up his boots. “I could have had this kind of coffee a long time ago, and the actual caffeine would really kick in.”

“Only break it out on the harder days.”

“That’s not fair,” He whined. “You brought this from your cafe, didn’t you?”

“Dammit Jim,” Leonard emerged from the bedroom with some lingering bed hair left, saving you from explaining. “It’s too early in the morning for your yapping right now.”

You laughed. Leonard grunted beside you, and picked up his steaming mug on the kitchen counter. His arm snaked around your waist, and you smiled in the reflection. Before long, Jim stood on your other side with his mug in one hand, and the other on your shoulder.

“Okay you two ridiculous asses, it’s almost 8 and we’re still in the room,” You grouched after a moment of content silence.

“Look who’s talking first,” Jim grinned. “And I know you enjoy watching our asses in the regulation pants. Don’t deny it, doll.”

“Shut up, Jim.”

You chuckled, and grabbed your mug on the way out the door as you followed them.

Two hours went by as you and Jim sat on the Bridge catching up with the Gamma crew and then looking over at missed messages. You frowned down at your PADD, head bent down as you took another sip of your coffee.

“It’s some good grounds you got there,” Jim leaned over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what you were working on. “Should pop it out more often. Coming for breakfast?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You set your tray down beside Leonard’s and Jim’s across from yours. You’d finally give in after the prospect of replicating some chocolate chip pancakes and bacon was too tempting to ignore. The doctor eyed your breakfast with a scowl. 

“Isn’t that a mountain of unhealthy sugar and fat you’ve got there, Commander?” He pursed your lips at your choice of breakfast. 

You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the snorts from Jim. “Want some, Doctor? It’s not bad at all. The replicator got it mostly right this time” You offered. 

“No thank you,” He wrinkled his nose, and went back to scooping his yogurt. 

“Your loss,” You shrugged, but said nothing when you let him steal a piece of bacon off your plate too. 

To most of the crew, it was a normal day. To you though, your worry gnawed at your thoughts. Halfheartedly, you worked your way into cleaning the plate in front of you. A lot of things could go wrong, and you weren’t sure what you would if this particular away mission went badly sideways. As though he could sense your thoughts, Jim grabbed one of your hands into his. 

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” He assured you. “I’ve got Bones with me. He’ll keep me safe from the bad guys.”

You shook your head. “I can’t help it, J. Until you both are safely beamed back up, I won’t know what’s going on there. I’m letting my two favorite people down onto the planet with nothing else but phasers and others to keep you safe.”

“We’ll keep you posted at all times.”

You didn’t look convinced by his words. 

“Hey, hey sweetheart, breath for me. You’re turning pale,” The doctor watched you, setting his fork down with a clatter. “I’m still here, Jim’s still here. We’re not going anywhere. But I need you to take some deep breaths for me first.”

It took a moment for you to reign in your terror, and drawn in a deep breath. 

“There you go, you keep breathing like that,” Leonard encouraged you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You took another shuddering breath in, and smiled weakly up at him in gratitude. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Jim and I will always be here for you,” He paused, scowling over at the Captain. You let out a breathy laugh, and returned to your breakfast.

“Once this is all over, we will be in each other arms laughing upon it tonight,” Jim smiled at you. 

“Just be safe, okay?” You looked seriously between the two men. 

“We promise,” Both your fiancees replied in unison, and you couldn’t help but tentatively smiled back. 

When you were full, and almost sleepy again, Jim turned away from the conversation with the other senior officers, and towards you and Leonard. “We should get going to the briefing, Bones, and you need to be back on the Bridge soon, Y/N.”

Half an hour went by before the Captain and the doctor reappeared by your side on the Bridge. Nothing much had changed, save for the medkit swung across Leonard’s shoulder. 

“How’d it go?” 

“We’re ready to head down to the transporter room, and have a rumble with them,” Jim answered first. You raised an eyebrow at his words, a habit you’ve caught on from no other than the doctor beside. 

“Okay okay, we’re ready to help them out, and get our asses back here with you,” Jim hastily revised his statement when he saw both the scowl on Leonard's face and your raised eyebrow. 

“I’ll go down with you,” You stood up, indicating for Spock to take the conn. “Let’s go before Len frowns the entire universe upside down.”

You made small talk with the two on the way towards the transporter room. It was mostly gossip, but it was something to fill the silence. When you reached the transporter room, you realized that the other members of the away team had already arrived and received their phasers from security. 

“Well, I guess this is it,” You turned back to Leonard and Jim, gazing up at their faces. 

“We’ll be okay, I promise,” Jim hugged you again, kissing you full on the lips. He lingered there for a moment before breaking away from the hug. “I’ll see you real soon, doll.. Take care of the ship for me. Let me worry about the mission, okay? I love you.”

You nodded. As Jim stepped away to call out the rest of the security going alongside him, Leonard approached you, face full of concern. He knew what you were going through, and understood the worry that spiraled you into a mild panic attack. 

“Hey, I know you’re anxious about this mission, Y/N,” The doctor delicately cupped your face with his palms, gazing down at you affectionately. “But I’ll be there to watch Jim’s ass and he’ll watch mine. We’ll be fast, I promise. Get ‘em fixed, get ‘em their supplies, and we’ll be back on the ship in no time.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” He kissed you, and you eagerly responded back. Staying in his embrace for as long as you could, you closed your eyes and leaned your cheek on his chest.

“I love you,” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear your words. 

“I love you too,” Leonard murmured softly. 

You and him stayed in the embrace for the rest of the time it took the Captain to straighten out his team and up onto the pads. It wasn’t long before you heard the shuffling and rearranging of people when you heard the cough.

“Bones, we need to leave,” Jim regrettably called out. 

“Love you,” Leonard kissed you on the lips one more, this time in full view of everyone else. You kissed him back. Too soon before the doctor broke the kiss and stepped towards the pads. You smiled sadly at them all. 

“Energize.”

In a blink of an eye, they were gone. 

The Bridge was silent as you paced repeatedly from left to right, spin around, and back where you came from. It was nerve wracking being on the ship, and having your two fiancees down there on the ground. 

“Kirk to Enterprise. Do you hear me?”

“Captain, we read you loud and clear,” You replied immediately, stilling for once. 

“We are at the edges of the colony, but so far there seems to be no life.”

You frowned, resuming your pacing once more. “There’s no one?”

“No one in sight,” Jim confirmed. You heard the trace of worriness in his voice. “The sun’s up already in the afternoon, should be seeing movements and daily life by now.”

“Check a little further in, and see what’s going on.” Your pacing increased as did your worry. 

“Will do, Kirk out.”

You waited.

And waited.

And waited some more

“Bones, is it just me or something doesn’t exactly feel right?” Jim spoke, leading the front as he surveyed the quiet settlement in front of him. The wind screeched around the buildings, and echoed as the trees swayed, and rubbed branches against one another. The back of his hair stood up, and goosebumps traveled up his arm.. 

Nothing felt right.

“It’s too calm if that’s what you’re tryin’ to say,” Leonard too was on high alert, instinct screaming at him that he shouldn’t move closer into the eerie calm colony.  He sniffed the air, and stilled. The scent of copper was in the air, faint, but very noticeable. “Jim, there’s blood in the air.”

Jim looked over at Bones, and looked back towards the front. He squared his shoulders, as though he had made the decision.

“Phasers up everyone,” He instructed, pulling his out too. “We’re going to have company really soon.”

By this time, several hours had passed by and no other news was given. 

“Any luck you’ve got there, Lieutenant Uhura?” You shot at her, finally sitting down in the Captain’s chair after nearly exhausting the floor that you were pacing on earlier. 

“I’ve got their signals, but they aren’t picking up,” Your best friend spoke from behind, and you sighed, nervously running a hand through your hair.

Spock watched you as you turned into a nervous wreck, silently striding over to you. “Perhaps it is best we send the other team down, Commander.”

“I’m going down, and leading the back up,” You jumped to your feet. 

“Commander, may I remind you again that you are the First Officer aboard this ship. Regulations state that the Captain and First Officer can not both be present on an away team,” Spock spoke. 

You scowled, bristling at his words. To hell with the regulations. What with the dread curling tightly in your stomach and the lack of communication, you were beyond worried. 

“Starfleet can reprimand me all they want, but I would rather be safe than sorry right now. You’ve got the conn, Spock. I have to do this. Nyota, could you send a message down to Security to have the back up team ready in the transporter room in five?”

Once she’d given the affirmative, you swept out of the Bridge and into a turbolift without a backwards glance. Impatiently, you tapped your foot and crossed your arms across your chest. You should have never let them down. If only you were a bit more convincing, made both Leonard and Jim realize that they should send other people down and not themselves, you wouldn’t be in this current situation. When the lift doors opened, you hurried out towards the transporter room. 

“Scotty,” You turned to the Scot in front of the controls. 

“Commander,” The Chief Engineer glanced up, pausing his fingers on the network of buttons and levers and all sorts of gadgets there. 

“Could you comm Medical for me, and have them on standby?” You accepted your phaser with a nod of thanks at the Ensign. “Two teams should be enough. Send them down when I give them the okay.”

“Aye,” The Scot nodded, reaching for his comm on the side to do so as you ordered. 

Stepping up to the transporter pad, you counted the number of security heads going with you. Ten, you counted, making eleven with you. Should be enough, you reckoned. 

“Everyone ready?” You called out, stuffing your phaser away. 

“Ready, Commander.”

You took a deep breath, and loosened up your tense shoulders. Whatever happened down there for no one to radio back in could only spell one word: Death.

You would do whatever it took to save your boys, and your crew. And if that meant you were going to go in guns a blazing, then so be it. 

“Energize.”

When you and the team materialized on the planet, you swung your head back and forth in confusion. There were supposed to be fire starting, dinner cooking, sounds of little kids running around and chasing each other, sounds of the elderly complaining at the kids, and the rest of the adults out and about on their daily errands. It wasn’t easy as a newly found Federation colony, but the colonists worked it out after some adjustments.

“It’s quiet,” One of the lieutenants spoke from behind you after a moment. 

“Let’s see what’s going on. Phasers out,”  You ordered, taking yours out too. Slowly, your team descended down the small hill, and warily approached the settlement. Your eyes roamed around as far as they could, taking in the structures as you passed them. The wind blew unsteadily, and there were times you swore that there was an alien like screeching behind you. 

“Commander, look!”

You whipped around, halting the team at the exclamation. You furrowed your brows at the speaker, then looked down on the sandy ground where a comm was found smashed into broken broken pieces. Looking back up, you grimaced at the implication of what it meant. 

“They were being followed,” You indicated a couple set of distinct footprints on the sand, much different than the Starfleet issued boots that officers wore. Frowning down at it, you squatted down along with several others to better examine it. Carefully, you traced the prints with a finger.

“Romulans,” You spoke just loud enough for the team to hear. “Several of them too.”

The team glanced at one another, and you sighed, rubbing your temples. Straightening up, you tilted your head up high at the structure roofs. “Stick together everyone, and listen very closely. We’re going to have to have a fight on our hands.”

The next thirty minutes, you spent focusing on your task while doing your best to not let your mind wander away too much on the possibilities of where the previous team ended up. Dread curled tighter within your stomach to the point that you physically nauseous at the thought of your two boys injured, or even dead at the hands of your enemies. 

It was easy to give up the control, and spiral yourself into an endless variety of worry and what ifs. You took a couple deep breaths, in and out; a technique that Leonard taught you to steady yourself. Honestly, you were glad that you listened to him when he said so-.

“Commander, did you hear that?” Someone spoke behind you, and you frowned. Opening your mouth to reply, you caught the sound yourself. It was shrill, but muffled as though something was covering the sound up. It went silent for a moment, and at first you thought it was just part of your imagination. Then, it happened again, but now less discordant. 

Nodding your head towards the direction, the team headed left to investigate the sound. What you were greeted with was a nightmare beyond imagination.

Blood was splattered on the building and on the ground in front of you. Three security officers laid face down on the ground, and a landscape stained with a river of blood flowing in between the buildings on either side. Broken bodies shot dead with phaser wounds and other injuries could be seen laying in a row, executioner style. Men, and even women and children were all dead on the ground in massive pools of blood. It seemed like no one was left. Just beyond the corner though, you noticed a singed piece of blue fabric fluttering in the wind

“Double up, half of y’all scan the perimeter, 100 yards and report back here,” You barked, gulping as you approached the blue fabric. Please, please, please no, you begged, desperately wishing on any deity above that Leonard was alright. Rounding the corner with your phaser out, your eyes widened. 

Leonard was tilted against the wall of the building, as though he was shielding something away from harm. There were bruises and scrapes on the visible parts of his body, but it didn't seem like he was seriously injured.

“Len? Love?” You called out, crouching down beside his head. With a shaky hand, you placed your index and middle finger together, in an attempt to find his carotid pulse. Initially, you’d panicked when you couldn’t find it, but stilled gratefully when his steady heartbeat pulsed against your fingers. Weak, but it was there.

“Dammit, Len, you scared me. What the hell am I supposed to do without you and Jim?” You muttered, beyond relieved that at least one was alive. Before you could fish out your comm, a quiet gurgle could be heard in the crook of Leonard’s arm. Curiously, you gently moved Leonard onto his back, only to find a tiny bundle held tightly against his chest.

You gasped, ignoring the sounds of your badge going off, confirming the perimeter was secured and that the three other security officers were still alive. Softly, you lifted the infant up and into your arms, gently rocking the little boy. You ducked your head once more, and brushed your lips against Leonard’s.

“Come back to me, you hear?” You whispered, nuzzling his cheek with yours. “I’ll see you back on the ship, love.” 

 Cooing gently, you bundled the baby tightly in your arms, and returned back to the spot where your team huddled together. 

“Is that a-?”

“Yes, it’s a baby,” you interrupted the ensign. “Do me a favor, and get my comm out. Need to get a hold of the ship.”

Hastily, he did so.

“Commander Y/L/N to the Enterprise.”

“Spock, here. What’s the status?” The half vulcan answered. 

“Not looking good here, Mister Spock. We found half of the team unconscious and all the colony inhabitants dead,” You explained, shifting the baby again. “There is only one survivor at the moment; an infant boy. Have one medical team be beamed down at our exact location. Tell them to not go any farther into the city.”

“Any word yet on the Captain?”

You cringed. “None for now. We’ll keep locating for them. Judging by what we’ve seen, they were followed by Romulans. Doctor McCoy has been found, but not the others.” 

There was a pause. “Understood, keep us in touch, Commander. Spock out.”

You sighed, and cooed silently at the baby. One thing led to another, and now this was no longer a back up team. This was rescue, a complete 180 of what you were expecting to do.

“Ensign here, hold the kid,” You gingerly transferred the baby into the arms of a nearby Ensign. “Wait here for the medical team. They should be arriving any moment now. Get back up to the ship when they’re done. Everyone else, we’re going to find the rest of the team. Any questions?”

The team shook their head no, and with another concerned glance where Leonard laid, you took the front and led the team deeper into the colony. The warm wind howled as it twisted and turned between the buildings, and shadows lengthened as the sun slowly dipped down below the horizon.

Damn, you swore. It was bad enough that some of the team was missing, but it made the mission even more precarious as darkness enveloped the planet. You were running out of time. If you couldn’t find them with the last of the sun’s rays, it would take the team even longer to find the rest.

With the odds stacked against you, you continued as best you could, eyes and ears opened for any disturbance. Out of nowhere, beams of orange and red could be seen and shouts were heard in the distance. 

With your heart dropping to your stomach, you indicated for the rest to run. The sounds of screams were good in a way, at least someone was still alive. The silence for the last couple hours was almost deafening, and there seemed to be nothing but death lingering in the air.  Hopefully, you could get them out of the sticky situation, grab the Romulans, and return without any trouble. But of course, the universe had other plans in store for you.

“Shit,” You cursed, docking behind a corner as the Romulans waged an all out phaser battle. You made sure the team doubled up, and the odd number left, stayed with you. Breathing heavily, you peered around the structure, observing the Romulans from up above some of the rooftops. You scowled, turning back to your partner. 

Already, you spotted some of the previous team members huddled together alongside the walls of another building across from where you were. When they finally met their gaze, they lifted their arms and gave a weak thumbs down. One indicated a body not far away from them, and drew a line across their neck with a finger.

You cursed again. One casualty already. Many more if you didn’t end this quickly.

“We have to take them out, or we’re gonna end up being sitting ducks,” You grumbled, breathing hard. Already you had accumulated some minor injuries, and the layers of sand and dust being kicked up by the fight irritated your throat making it hard to breathe at times, but you pushed on. 

Scurrying into the building you were laying against earlier, you hurried up the stairs and onto the second level. Dropping onto the floor to avoid being detected, you and the lieutenant wiggled your way towards the balcony. Placing your phaser through one of the decorative holes and aiming, you squinted. 

“Tell me, Lieutenant,” You spoke. “How long is the pause between each blow of the wind?”

The lieutenant hemmed and hawed for a minute. ���About three minutes, Commander.”

“Count for me. When the wind kicks up, let me know. The sand will obscure our position, and I can take down more of them this way with less visibility.”

You took the silence from the Lieutenant as a sign of assent. Licking your dry, chapped lips, you patiently waited, all the while everything screamed at you to keep moving. You let out a breathy sigh, the only indication out of your features that chaos rolled within your mind. 

“Now.”

As the steady wind picked once more, you aimed your phaser again at the Romulan across from you that were giving the rest of the team a hard time. With your finger on the trigger, you pressed it. Screams of pain could be heard from the other side, but you swung your phaser to another, taking the three out in succession before anyone could comprehend what was going on. 

Wanting to help out, the lieutenant put up shop the same way you did, and started sniping at the romulans from those wanting to stage a surprise attack. A few phaser bolts came in your direction, forcing you to duck back down. You grunted in pain as some of them made contact with the wall you were hiding behind, wincing when a larger piece of rubble came down and smashed your other hand. 

“Commander?”

“No no, keep going,” You hissed out. “Can’t afford to stop now. They’re still pinned down.”

As the screams of pain got weaker and there was less resistance from the other Romulans, you closed your eyes briefly. You’d definitely broken one of your wrist, and you were 99% sure that a phaser bolt grazed your right leg earlier, and blood was trailing down your pants.

“Ground team got the rest, Commander,” The lieutenant spoke as the rest of the team threw a thumbs up at the balcony where you laid against.  

“Splendid, let’s haul our asses down and see the damage,” You weakly pushed yourself back up into a standing position. With the help of the lieutenant, you hobbled your way towards the street where the rest of the your team stood. 

You looked around their faces, studying them all. Scratches there, bruises, broken bones, but miraculously everyone but one was still alive. You could thank the stars for that. You already had two casualties on the list, and it was already one too many.

“Anyone seen the Captain?” You weakly coughed out. Your heart sank deeper as everyone shook their heads, and you shook your head. “Lieutenant, comm the ship. Have the second medical team be beamed down here. I’m going to go search for Jim.”

 Without waiting for an answer, you turned back towards the building once more, hoping you could get a better vantage point from up top. Squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to get a hold of yourself from the growing pain, you opened them up to look up at the starry night. 

Where are you, Jim?

A sparkle of gold from the edges of your eyes caught your attention. At the low lighting, you squinted in the direction. Visibility was low, and growing worse as the night went on. It wasn’t going to be long before a sandstorm kicked up, but you couldn’t leave Jim on his own. You couldn’t. When the moon appeared again from the clouds, you gasped out loud as you saw the moonlight bounce against his gold shirt on top of a building some distance away.  

Cursing, you hurried as fast as your legs could carry you. The medical team had already beamed down, and was tending to the more critical members. Some watched as you streaked past them, and those less injured attempted to follow you. 

~

One minute Jim was fighting close quarters with a Romulan and then the next minute, the second floor exploded, sending him several yards away. Orange red bolts of phasers repeatedly fired at both him and the rest of his ragged team. He assumed that the other half he sent away never made it back. Yet, everything sounded fuzzy to him, voices were going in and out like a broken record player. It was silent for one minute, and then loud screaming the next. They were all foreign and distant.

The blood gushing from his head and chest would attest to that. However, no matter how bad it looked, he didn’t feel pain. In fact, all he felt was utter bliss.

No. He wanted to see you and Bones again.

“Jim!” You screamed out, the same voice that soothed him on a stressful day; the very one that encouraged him on the harder nights. Arriving at where he was, you immediately knelt to the ground, desperate pushing your hands on his most critical injuries to put pressure on. “Jim? Jim, please. Open your eyes, baby.”

It was Jim. Your Jim in fact.

You just about died right then and there. Seeing Leonard was horrible already, but now this was a whole ‘nother level.

In the cool night, all the captain could think of was how beautiful your voice sounded, like the beautiful sounds of wind chimes swaying in the wind. For a moment, he imagined Bones and himself in handsome tuxedos, and you in their hands as they announced you wed in front of all your friends and family. For a moment, he let himself be content. 

“Hey doll,” Jim opened his eyes, instantly grinning at the sight of you. You were pretty in gold, he had always mentioned to you. That you were just as pretty as a wickedly gold star in the night sky. To him, you were his angel in gold. “You came for me.”

“Hey J,” You choked up, briefly pressing your comm badge to alert medical to get their ass up. “It’s not looking good though. You’re bleeding everywhere. And oh god, Len-Leonard isn’t doing too good either. Does it hurt?”

You felt stupid though. This was your first time comforting someone on the brink of death and all you could offer was if they were in pain. You weren’t a medic, and certainly didn’t have anything on you that could ease the pain. 

“Not anymore,” Jim smiled up at you, weakly bringing his hand up to your cheek. Automatically, you obliged him, nuzzling your cheek on his bloodied hand. “So beautiful, my beautiful star, my gold angel.”

For a moment, you let yourself smile. It was a familiar gesture that was between only you and Jim. It meant that he was okay, that you were okay. It broke your heart at the sight of his comforting hands. He was trying his best to console you, even though you were supposed to be the one doing it to him. 

“I love space. I love the planets. I love the new things, but nothing can compare to me loving you and Bones,” he whispered, a slight slur in his speech now. He gazed at you with the utmost adoration and love you had ever seen from him. “You and Bones are my love, and I love you all so so much.”

Then it hit you why he was saying all this now. This was his goodbye. 

Anxiety hit you like a semi truck, as you drew in a shaky breath. You knew it was bad, you knew that by the time the Enterprise could beam him up and rush him down to Medbay, it would be far too long to save him. Still you held onto hope. “Listen J, you are not dying on me and Leonard, okay? Hold on a little longer, and-and we can go find a priest or whatever and legally wed us, do you hear me?”

“Okay, Y/N,” He spoke, giving you his signature shit eating grin. You released a deep sob, nowhere near as happy as Jim was at the moment. This couldn’t be happening at the moment. This was the famous Captain James T Kirk of the goddamn USS Enterprise that took no shit from others, and believed in going out and doing right. “Doll?”

You raised your head a fraction upwards, meeting his baby blue eyes. His smile was gone, and all that was left was seriousness in those eyes. You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Intuition yelled at you to do something, anything to get him back onto the ship, but you could hardly move your limbs, let alone have the thought of moving him anywhere. Your eyes were glued to his gaze.

“I have one more wish.”

You shakily nodded at his request. The snot and your tears mixed with one another, and you hastily wiped them away as best as you could. “Of course, J, anything you want.”

“Close your eyes, Y/N. Tell me about the date again one last time.”

Each syllable destroyed what remained of the shattered pieces of your heart. That was his one last wish, his very last memory and he wanted to spend it with you in his final moments. And honestly, who were you to deny such a thing to him? 

“Yes, Jim. Of course, anything for you.”

Drawing yet another shaky breath in, you slowly laid down next to his body, despite the fact that the warm blood stained your entire body and hair. With a flip of your uninjured wrist, you opened up your comm, wedged it between your bodies, and closed your eyes as requested. Sooner or later, Nyota would catch on that this needed to be transmitted ship wide. 

“Alright Jim,” You gulped. “We were at the carnival back on Earth during one of the few shore leaves we had. It was getting dark, but you pulled your pout at the operator of the ferris wheel, begging him to let all three of us get on it one last time before the park closed. Eventually, he let us ride it again, but the time was halved. You didn’t care, Len didn’t look too happy at you at the thought of being stuck on the ride again. But we rode it. At the top, you pointed out the different constellations, the various other Federation planets, and the Spacedock where the ship was docked, wheeling around the planet.”

An audible gasp could be heard from your comm, but you ignored it. Some came from the stairs too, but you concentrated on your story as best as you could.

“It was then that you said you were ready to settle down. Find an officiant to wed us together, and we’d be happy forevermore. You said that all you needed was me and Bones, and that that was enough in your life. You had your captaincy, your ship, your crew, and us. You said that even if Starfleet took away everything, at the very least you still had me and Bones. Then afterwards, you took a couple photos of all of us together with the night sky in the background, and soon we were going back down again. Len called you a sap, and grumbled that he would never put up with your antics ever again. We all knew that was a lie though,” You trailed off at the end. Jim couldn’t help but smile at your words. Slowly, he closed his eyes, as the lights disappeared.

Once his breathing completely stopped, you tightly held his cold, still hands in a futile attempt to ground yourself one more time before you let go of consciousness.

“Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, aged 28, lost his life in a fight against the Romulans.”

After that, you passed out beside him, letting the darkness overwhelm you. 

Beep.

Beep.

A rather annoying heart monitor beeped alongside your heart, and you weakly opened your eyes to the grey and white ceiling above. For a moment, you laid there in confusion. Why were you in Medbay this time? 

Then everything hit you all over again. You groaned at the thoughts, of seeing Jim’s broken body, of talking to him one last time. Your heart rate jumped as the memories endlessly cycled.

“Easy there, Captain,” A face leaned into your eyesight, blocking the harsh overhead light. For a split second, you thought it was Leonard that was speaking to you. Then frowned in confusion as Leonard stopped calling you by your rank unless it was for something official. 

“Doctor M’Benga,” You managed out, wincing at your desert like scratchy throat. “Where is Leonard?”

The doctor nodded to the bed beside yours, and you followed his gaze. Leonard laid on the biobed, looking peaceful as ever. For once, you were glad that he didn’t know yet. It was going to be a painful conversation when it did happen. 

“Leonard is alright, in much better condition than you are,” The doctor regained your attention. “Slight touch and go for a little while there with you. Couple of broken bones that still need a couple passes with the osteo generator, and a couple times with the dermal regen is what you need left.”

“Does he know yet?” You asked, voice trembling once more. 

“No, not yet, and it is best to keep it that way until both you and Leonard are in better physical condition,” The doctor shook his head. “He should be waking up soon though. Get some rest, Y/N.”

You frowned, and immediately put up a fuss about going back to sleep. You wanted to stay up, and wait for Leonard so he could be the first thing you saw. Apparently M’Benga disagreed with you, and eventually sedated you back under, claiming that there were enough injuries to heal and didn’t need more emotional ones to add onto it.

M’Benga was right though.

Soon, Leonard was up after an hour or two after you were sedated. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and sat up.

“Good to see you too, Leonard,” M’Benga moved over to Leonard, face impassive. 

“Geoff,” Leonard greeted, laying back down on the biobed. “What happened? Where’s the baby and Jim and Y/N?”

 Geoff grinned wryly at the other doctor, handing Leonard a glass of water. “Y/N beamed down with a rescue team, found you and the rest, and got you all beamed back onto the ship. As for the baby, he’s with Christine at the moment. The Captain is in another room, and Y/N was just sedated again right there.”

Lying in front of his superior was something he disliked doing, but for the meantime it was necessary. After all, it was still correct in a sense. 

“Doesn’t look so good,” Leonard replied, observing you from his biobed as you peacefully slept. “What happened there?”

“A phaser battle presumably,” One side of the attending physician’s mouth twitched. “Y/N was up before you, and wanted to stay up to speak with you.”

“So naturally Y/N made a fuss about it,” Leonard rolled his eyes, but felt the warmth that you were willing to wait for him. 

“Yes. Leonard you’ve got a mild concussion,” Geoff hurried onward. “Other than that, if no other complication arises, you should be cleared to leave the next time you wake up. Get some rest, Leonard. I’ll handle everything for the meantime.”

“Thanks Geoff.”

Couple hours passed before you woke up once more, looking even more exhausted than before. Geoff greeted you again with a faint smile, and had Christine speak with you while she ran the dermal regen on your more superficial cuts. 

“-And then it all just happened at once,” You mumbled, laying back on the biobed as though you’d exhausted all your energy.

“It’ll be eventually alright,” Chris assured you. 

“I still got so much to do, and I’m afraid of taking up command and breaking down. You know the regulation-.”

“Hey sweetheart,” A familiar southern gravelly voice interrupted you from the bed beside. 

“Len!” You brightened up, silently thanking the stars above that Leonard was alive and well. Slightly injured, but alive at the very least. You wouldn’t know if he couldn’t make it as well. 

“Thank god you're awake, sugar,” Leonard grinned. “Heard you gave Geoff a hard time.”

You turned red, and blushed. Turning away from him, you kept your gaze on Christine’s work. 

Geoff chuckled as he strode over. “Good to see the both of you more coherent.”

“Doctor M’Benga.”

“Geoff.”

“In this case, Leonard you’re free to leave whenever you’re ready,” The doctor then turned to you. “Y/N, once Chris gives you the thumbs up, you can leave also. I’ll have you scheduled with Leonard in three days for a follow up on your femur and wrist.” He gave you a nod, and a brief sad smile.

“I’ll wait, and take Y/N back to our quarters.”

You nodded at what Doctor M’Benga was mentioning at, and heaved a deep breath in. Oh boy. 

“Fortunately Leonard, the baby boy that we found,” The rest of M’Benga’s words were drowned out by you as you focused on the pale pink skin on one of your cuts. Jim’s lips were pink too, and soft, and pretty much everything you needed. Now, you didn't know what to do with yourself. 

“Alright, Y/N, you’re good to leave with Doctor McCoy,” Chris finally straightened, wrenching you out of your thoughts. “I’ll see you back here in three days, you hear?”

“Thanks, Chris.”

“You know Nyota and I will be here if you need a shoulder,” Chris gave you her knowing look, another sad smile on her face.   

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home,” Leonard took your hand firmly in his grasp, and led you back to your shared quarters.

“Len?” You mumbled on the bed, cuddling him. It was two days since you were down on the planet. There wasn’t any chance since then for you to cry it out, and Leonard still didn’t know. 

“Hmm?” 

“I-I want to speak to you about something important,” You pushed yourself up, wincing at the added pressure on your newly healed wrist. 

“What is it, sweetheart? Can it not wait for tomorrow?” Leonard sat up also, holding you close against his bare chest.

 You shook your head no. 

“It’s about Jim, love.”

“What about him?” The doctor quietly rumbled. “Geoff told me that he’s fine, and stable. A slight touch and go with the extent of his injuries, but we can go see him tomorrow.”

"Leonard,” You twisted around to properly face him, and caught his gaze. 

“Jim is dead.”

~

Later, you and Leonard insisted on seeing Jim. Volunteering himself, Spock had stayed by your side as he walked up towards the small line of silver body bags. Your hands clung to the edge of the table with white knuckles as the half Vulcan unzipped the bag slowly.

You bit the bottom of your lip as you let Leonard approach Jim first, wiping your tears away. Tearing your gaze away, you settled your tearful gaze on Spock instead. You knew that despite his stoic face, his gaze had softened a fraction from his usual rock hard sharpness. The broadcast was transmitted ship wide during a brief red alert, you'd learned afterwards, which meant all 465 crew members heard it all. 

The Bridge and the senior crew were all too close to him. Nyota, you, Spock, Len, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, everyone was affected in some way or manner. He was liked, and easy going. Everyone liked him. You could imagine Sulu holing up with his plants, Nyota crying in her quarters and Spock comforting her the best he could, and both Scotty and Chekov almost drinking their stash dry. 

“Y/N,” Leonard hoarsely beckoned you over.

“Hey J,” You croaked out, placing a gentle kiss on Jim’s forehead. “I love you, so so much.”

The letters had been Leonard’s idea. One from Leonard to you, another one from Jim to you, and the same with Jim. Leonard. Letters written in the event that in the event that one of you died, there would be final words in hopes of giving comfort to the others. Just like your will, you, len, and Jim would update it from time to time, always hoping that there would never be a need to open them. 

After speaking to Spock that you and Leonard would be taking the next day off, Len guided you out and slowly made your way back to your shared quarters. Leonard was a seasoned doctor, patients’ deaths weren't new to him. But to a loved one? He only felt cold and empty within, colder than he had ever experienced. 

You brought out three glasses from the kitchen, while Leonard popped open a new bottle of bourbon. With a nod from you, he poured a generous amount to each glass. You reached out for your glass, and paused. Sliding your gaze up to him, down to the third glass, and back up to Leonard’s puffy hazel eyes, he nodded in understanding. 

You both clinked the third glass, then to each other before tipping the glass upside down. You were on your fourth glass of booze before you even remotely remembered the letters inside the drawers. 

“Sh-should we then?” You nodded your head towards the drawers. 

Leonard’s gaze sharply brought back to your tired ones. He nodded. 

 With a huff, you slid out of your chair, and strode over to them. Rubbing your eyes again for the hundredth time or so, you slid out the bottomest drawer where Jim’s clothes were stacked neatly on top of each other. You’d remembered, as it was your turn to do laundry, and it was only you who would fold Jim’s socks that nicely. Pushing them away, your hands trembled as you gingerly took out the two letters. There was one more underneath, but it wasn’t for you or Leonard. Letting out an unsteady breath, you sat back down in your seat, giving Leonard’s his. 

Y/N.

You stared at his gold ink lettering, and reluctantly turned it over. Breaking the seal on it, you carefully peeled it open. Pulling the sheet out, you were surprised when two photos tumbled out onto the dining table. Curiously, you flipped one over and smiled despite your tears. 

You and Jim were skating on an ice rink. You were bundled up from head to toe and falling over. Jim was half turned to you in the middle of a laugh, while you were in the middle of falling. You hated the photo so much, and you remembered how much your hips hurt after that time on the open rink. He loved it though.

You sniffled, and felt your tears well up again when you turned your attention onto the second picture. It was you, Len, and Jim on the ferris wheel, the same story that you had spoken to him on his final minutes up on that roof. 

Whimpering, you tore your eyes away to look over at Leonard. He too wasn’t doing so well either. Setting the photo aside, he turned his attention to the letter now. Your tears streaked down your face and dripped constantly onto the table as you read. 

Hey Y/N,

If you are reading this, then I guess this is it. 

You’re sad and frustrated, I know. Sometimes I feel like I can read you more than I can ever understand myself. Whether it’s twenty, thirty, forty years before we’re united again, I can’t wait. But don’t rush back to me. Live your life the way it ought to be lived. Become the next Captain, have a life, and settle down with Bones when it comes time. My biggest regret in life is that it was so short, and cut off right at the time where I wanted to live through the most. Bones once told me that love was harsh, and unforgiving. When I met you though, you blasted that all away in a heartbeat. However, I’m not afraid of what life would be like without you, but what your life without me. 

I’ll never forget the memories that we shared together. The first hug, the first kiss, the first time all three of us enjoyed ourselves on shore leave, and the time we spent together on the ship. I’m glad that Nyota finally pushed me into getting to know you better. 

Take care of Bones, take care of yourself, take care of each other, and please take care of mom for me. She’s already lost dad, and it’ll be even harder when she learns that I’m gone too. I’ll be up above, watching over everyone. I’m not gone completely. You have memories of me, and my love in your heart. One day, it’ll all be okay. There are so many people in our lives that care about you and Bones. Let them heal you please. 

I love you and Bones, simple as that. Words can’t describe my love for you. Keep your head up high and make me proud, Captain Y/L/N. 

Love and forever yours,

Jimmy Boy

Bam!

Startled, you let the letter flutter down, only to find Leonard roughly slamming his glass down on the table. You heard a whimper, and you honestly didn’t know if it was coming from you or him. 

“One more?” You managed out, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand again. 

The doctor filled both glasses again with bourbon, and smiled tearfully at you. 

“To Jim.”

“To Jim.”

Leonard, Winona, and you were dressed in black as you held each other, watching as Jim’s casket was lowered into the ground on Earth. As a Captain, he was given full honors and rights and a minute of silence was held. You and Leonard wrote the eulogy together, and the senior crew took turns upon the podium to tell their tales of the wonderful Captain Kirk. When they were done, you sobbed into Leonard’s chest as one of the Admiral stood up and concluded the funeral.

You were made Captain of the Enterprise after a month into the three months shore leave. You were grateful for Starfleet giving you time to grieve for Jim’s loss. It was eventually going to be exciting, but without Jim by your side, you didn’t know if it was possible. 

Laying on Jim’s childhood bed in Iowa, Leonard cuddled you. You let out a sigh, and looked out the window and at the stars above. It was new, not having the rambunctious captain to not be poking out from a corner, and teasing you. Gradually as time went on though, you expected less of his appearances. 

“Could I get you two anything to drink?” Jim’s mom called from the door. 

“We’re all good here, mom. Thanks,” You called out, glancing up at Leonard. 

It only made sense to call Winona as mom since you were going to marry her son. She needed the warmth of a family, now that both of her husband and son were gone. You and Leonard were more than happy to step in. Jim would have wanted you to.

“Alright, yell if you want anything,” Winona left. You listened as her footsteps padded away from the door, and relaxed back into the embrace. 

“Will we be okay?” You asked in the silence. 

“Yes, sweetheart,” Leonard spoke quietly, but his voice was distant as though he had something else in mind. 

He was a doctor. He was trained to look for patterns, and he excelled in that. Something else was gnawing at him, and it troubled him. He wanted to speak to you about it, but he knew that it wouldn’t dissuade you. 

Christopher Pike, blonde hair, blue eyes, Admiral, dead.

George Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, First Officer, dead.

James Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, Captain, dead. 

Y/N Y/L/N, blonde hair, blue eyes, Captain. 

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Silent VI

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Grandma Tracy, Scott Tracy, John Tracy

Part 6 of my response to @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Taste challenge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I knew this pov would have a lot to say... but I was not expecting it to be this much to say!  Knocking on 3k words, here.

Snow clearly had it in for the Tracy family.  Not only did it see fit to steal a mother from her five young sons – and yes, fourteen counted as young, no matter what Scott tried to claim – but it also saw fit to keep Sally Tracy away from those same five boys for a further five painful days.

The instant the snow receded enough for her to safely drive (no matter how desperate she was, she had enough sense not to take foolhardy risks – better take a bit longer to get there than never arrive and crush the boys further than they already had been), she was in her already packed car and burning tarmac.

It meant driving through the night, as the conditions had not deigned to be in her favour until late evening, but she pulled into the desolate driveway of her son’s home just in time to catch sight of five very sorry-looking boys traipsing out the front door.  Well, technically four boys traipsing while a fifth was carried by his biggest brother.

“Grandma!”  If asked to predict which of her five grandsons would leap at her in greeting, her money would have been on one of the younger three. Gordon was most likely, with Virgil hot on his heels and Alan delayed only by the fact his legs were much shorter than his brothers’.  Scott was too busy trying to be grown up now, much like his own father upon reaching the lofty teenage years, and John had always been the most withdrawn of the five.

A ginger head colliding with her chest as the withdrawn, quiet, John outstripped the rest of his brothers in greeting was beyond surprising, but also concerning.  Grief did peculiar things, but she wouldn’t have thought it would make John more extroverted, of all things.  The rest of her grandsons were hot on his tail – including Scott, whose lofty teenage airs were in visible tatters – and for several minutes she did nothing except embrace these precious children.  There were tears from all parties, and when they eventually stepped back from their messy group hug in the driveway she surveyed all of them.

They were all ready to go to school, sporting various backpacks and satchels, and Sally immediately ushered them all back inside.

“Your bags?” John asked her, and she shushed him.

“I can deal with those later,” she said.  “We need to get you boys to school, and I need to talk to each of your schools.”  None of the boys looked particularly overjoyed at the news they still had to go to school, and part of her wished she’d been five minutes later arriving.

Only a small part, though. Most important was seeing the five of them with her own eyes.

“Can I play pranks again?” Gordon asked.  “I don’t want to go to school if I can’t.”  It was a bad idea – permission for pranks at school should never be given, but if it would convince him to go, then she agreed.

“But nothing too outrageous,” she warned.

“Why do we have to go to school?” Virgil asked, sounding particularly put-out at the idea.

“Because it’s a Friday, dear,” she told him.  “And I need to talk to all of your teachers.”

“About Mommy?” Alan asked around a mouthful of fist, which she noticed Scott had been trying to silently coax out of his mouth without success.  Scott himself had an impressive bruise on his face, which she fully intended on getting answers about.  Similarly, she was quite curious about the foot kicking at Scott less surreptitiously than John probably intended, and the silent conversation passing between the two eldest boys.

“Yes, Alan,” she said, deciding to deal with the toddler first.  “Now, how about you take your hand out of your mouth like Scotty wants you to?”  The two year old narrowed his eyes at her, clearly judging whether or not he should obey. She gave him her Grandma Isn’t Going To Ask Again Young Man Look, and he slowly let his brother remove the hand and wipe the saliva off on his own shirt.

The looks being exchanged between Scott and John got more and more intense – less conversation, more argument – and she decided to tackle that next.

“Do you have something to say, boys?”  They both froze, before opening their mouths in perfect unison.

“No-”

“Yes, Scott-”

“-not important-”

“-urgent-”

She raised a hand and both of them stopped.

“Does it have something to do with Scott’s new facial feature?” she asked, and Scott immediately looked away, as though that wasn’t an answer in itself.

“Hey, Alan,” John said, turning to his youngest brother and extracting him from Scott’s grip before the teenager realised what was happening.  “Go play with Virgil and Gordon for a few minutes, okay?”

“John-”

“Grandma!” Alan sulked, drowning out whatever Scott was going to say.  Immediately, she realised that whatever John wanted to tell her – and Scott didn’t – it was something the youngest three didn’t know about.

“Virgil, be a dear and look after your younger brothers for a couple of minutes, please,” she said, turning to the middle child, who was looking at his older brothers in open suspicion.

“But-”

“I just need to talk to Scott and John for a minute,” she said.  “I won’t be long, I promise.”  Big brown eyes studied her, and then he slid off of his chair to take Alan off of John’s hands.  “Thank you,” she said, before turning her attention back to the eldest.  “Shall we take this to the sitting room, boys?”

John all but dragged Scott through the doorway, and after one last look at the youngest three, who were all pouting at her, she followed.

“What happened?” she asked once they were out of earshot.  “John?”  He looked at Scott, who was studiously avoiding both of their eyes.

“Scott should tell you,” he said, nudging his big brother.  Scott didn’t say anything, and John frowned.  “You promised, Scott.”

“When you said ‘as soon as’ I didn’t think you meant the moment she walked through the door,” Scott snapped.  John didn’t say anything back, but did put his arm around his brother’s shoulders in a silent gesture of support that did nothing to quell Sally’s rising panic. What had happened now?

“Scott?” she prompted, and he shuffled in place, looking down at the carpet.  It was thin and worn from years of habitation and several young boys.

“I…” he started, before trailing off.  “They… I…”  His hand strayed to the bruise on his face and he winced before shooting John a pleading look that a week ago he would never have used. His younger brother sighed, but picked up the narrative with three words that froze her heart.

“Scott’s being bullied.”

“What?”  The word escaped her unbidden as she immediately closed the gap between them, moving Scott’s hand out of the way to get a better look at the bruise.  He closed his eyes, a faint flush filling his cheeks.  “How long?”

“Monday,” Scott muttered, and her heart shattered.  The day after Lucille-  Her eldest grandson had found himself parentless and thrust into a position of responsibility he was far too young for, and his schoolmates started picking on him at the same time?

She enfolded him into her arms, and he didn’t resist.

“Oh, Scotty,” she murmured. He was almost as tall as her now – boys grew fast and she’d never been particularly tall herself – but he didn’t seem it right then.  Screw the snow, she should have been here so much sooner.  Scott should never have had to carry all that weight, even if it was only for a few days.  “John, can you make sure your brothers are ready to leave?  We’ll have to take the car if you’re going to be remotely on time.”

He left the room with a suspicious look directed her way, and she released Scott.

“I am so proud of you,” she told him, wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes gently with her thumbs. “You’ve done so well.” While I failed you.

No more.  She was done failing her grandsons, and even though she wanted nothing more than to keep them all home from school, now she was here there were some things that needed dealing with – without five grandsons vying for her attention.  It was the weekend tomorrow, and she had no intention of letting any of them out of her sight then.

“Let’s get your brothers off to school,” she said out loud, and if Scott had any thoughts on the matter, he didn’t say them, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before heading out to the car, where John had successfully corralled the other three.

John and Virgil were first to be dropped off, Scott left in the car with the youngest two as she hurried through the bureaucratic hoops required to change their emergency contact from Lucille to her, and quietly informed the staff of the tragedy.

It was the same story at Gordon’s school, and then again at Alan’s playgroup, and then it was on to the biggest challenge – Scott’s school.  After the horrific revelation of that morning, she had more than one thing to discuss with the faculty, and this time she was going straight to the top.

“Where’s the principle’s office?” she asked Scott, and when he started to direct her, grabbing his bag in a clear intention to go to class, she shook her head.  “No, don’t tell me.  Show me.” The look he gave her was pleading, and her heart ached for him, but this was ending now.

The secretary was quick to let her in – apparently a grandmother storming the school was worth a principle’s time without too much fuss, especially with her grandson in tow – and Sally found herself in the principle’s office without much fanfare.  Good.  There was a time and a place to make a scene, and while her son might disagree, in the corridor where any nosy student could see was not it.  Scott was not going to have an additional target painted on his back because of her.

“Mrs Tracy,” the principle – a Mr Atkins, if she recalled correctly – greeted her.  “Mr Tracy, please, have a seat.”  Scott hesitated, perhaps at being directly addressed, and Sally ushered him down before taking her own seat.  “To what do I owe the pleasure of this sudden meeting?”

“My daughter-in-law sadly passed away earlier this week,” she began, grasping hold of Scott’s hand before he could retreat, or flee the office entirely.  Normally, she would never consider either of those things to be a typical Scott reaction, but there was nothing normal about their situation. “I was originally coming here to inform the school of this fact and have Scott’s emergency contact amended accordingly,” she continued after the socially-expected condolences were uttered. “However, I have since been made aware by my grandsons that Scott has also found himself at the unkind mercy of his fellow students this past week.  This school has an anti-bullying policy, yes?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, and from the set of his jaw, Sally could see that it was one he planned on reinforcing. Good, that made her job much easier.

“Scott will not be attending school today,” she continued, ignoring the startled jerk of the hand she was still holding.  “I don’t yet know the extent of injury past the obvious” – she drew the man’s attention to Scott’s face – “thanks to my grandsons springing this revelation on me not half an hour ago, and until I’m satisfied that both the culprits have been suitably punished and that he is not injured beyond that, he will be enrolling in your online classes instead of attending campus.”

“But Grandma-” Scott protested, but she quelled him with a Look.  She hadn’t missed his flinch at the mention of other injuries.

“I trust there are no issues with this?” she asked Mr Atkins, who shook his head.

“None at all, Mrs Tracy. I’ll be sure to inform his teachers of the change.  However, I will need the names of the culprits?”  Both adults turned to look at Scott, who blanched.

“I-” he started. Stopped.  Shook his head.

“Scott?” she coaxed.

“They know about Gordon and Alan,” he muttered, voice shaking.

“Have they threatened them?” He shook his head.

“But they saw them…  If they think I ratted them out…”  Sally was surprised if she’d still have a heart left by the end of the morning, the way it kept breaking into smaller and smaller pieces.

“They won’t get near them,” she promised him.  “I won’t let them, even if it means I have to drive them to school every day instead of walking.  No-one’s going to hurt your brothers.”

He bit his lip, an expression more at home on his six year old brother than the teenager next to her. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, and smiled when he looked at her.  You can do this, kid.

“Wilkinson,” spilled out of his mouth, the name stumbling over itself.  “James Wilkinson.  Mike Wilmby. Harry Greenwood.  George Bulington.  Wilkinson’s the leader.”

Sally knew some of those names.  She was sure those were the names of the boys he used to walk to school with – his friends.

Why was everything she learnt just more bad news?

“Is that all of them?” Mr Atkins asked.  She was pleased to see all four names on the tablet in front of him.

“Yessir,” Scott nodded. He was glancing around the room as if waiting for one or more of the boys to leap out at him, but his back was straighter than when he’d first entered the room.

“Is it all physical?” the principle continued.  “Any name calling, stealing..?”  Scott shook his head.

“Just… physical.” It sounded like he wanted to say another word, but held himself back.  Sally noticed he had brought an arm to wrap around his stomach defensively.  Mr Atkins noted that down, then let his stylus fall to the desk.

“Is there anything else we should know?” he asked gently, and Scott shook his head.  “If you think of anything else, please get in touch.  The more we know, the more effectively we’ll be able to deal with it.”  He paused, clearly giving her grandson a chance to ‘remember’ anything else of importance, but Scott remained silent.  “Mrs Tracy, can I help you with anything else?”

“I think that’s all for now,” she said.  “Scott will start his online classes on Monday; I trust everything will be set up by then?”

“It will, Mrs Tracy. I will keep in touch – either directly or via my secretary – regarding the culprits,” he assured her, and after exchanging a few more required pleasantries she ushered her eldest grandson from the room, and back towards the car.

Scott stayed silent until they got home, until they were back in the sitting room, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders much like John had done earlier.

“Scotty?” she prompted, and he sighed.

“Did you have to pull me out of school?” he muttered, although she noticed he wasn’t complaining about it like he would have been if there had been an audience.

“I didn’t pull you out,” she corrected him.  “You have the same teachers, you’ll just be interacting with them online until I’m happy you’re safe to go back into the classroom.”  She didn’t mention that if Mr Atkins had been any less proactive about the situation, then she’d be hunting down a brand new school for him right then and there.  Something told her Scott wouldn’t want to hear that.

“It feels like I’m running away,” he admitted, and she shook her head.

“You’re not a coward, Scotty.  You’re a boy who’s had the worst week of his life – a much worse week than those boys could possibly understand – and needs to heal.”  After Lucille, she needed to know her grandsons were safe, in every meaning of the word.

“Is there a difference?” he muttered, but he did at least rest his head against her shoulder in a surrender.

“A big one.”  She eyed his stomach, hidden by his shirt.  “Now, how about you take that shirt off and show me what those horrible children have done to you?”

He flinched, curling up on himself slightly, and she tutted.

“Either you let Doctor Grandma look, or we’re going straight to the doctors for another doctor to have a gander,” she told him firmly.  “Which is it going to be?”  The more he flinched, the more convinced she became that there was far more than the obvious evidence on his face.

It turned out Scott did, in fact, still have enough pride not to let random strangers poke and prod at him, even though he was still reluctant to remove the article of clothing. When he did, however, Sally knew immediately that Mr Atkins would be hearing from her again sooner than perhaps he’d expected.

Scott’s entire torso was black and blue and purple, bruises of varying ages overlapping each other in a horrifying story of the week.  Matching bruises circled his upper arms, suspiciously hand-shaped, with little imagination required to identify the reasoning behind them, and when she got him to turn around, there were boot-shaped marks on his back, as well.

How dare they do this to her grandson?

She pressed a feather-light hand to the bruising on his torso, noticing the sharp intake of breath with a frown.

“Does it hurt?” she asked. Scott wouldn’t look her in the eye. “Scott?”

“Not after some tylenol,” he mumbled.  She frowned, and probed gently to subtle winces and, in one particularly alarming case, a whimper.

Yes, Mr Atkins would be hearing from her again very soon.  Once they got back from the hospital.

Part VII

[middleearth2asgard]

Scott Lang x mom!reader

"Hey, honey, how was your day?" you asked your son as he climbed into the backseat of your SUV with his book bag still on.

He mumbled something in response that you couldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"It was okay," he said a little bit louder.

On your drive home, you continued in your attempts to make conversation with him. Normally, he barely stopped talking long enough to breathe, so you were concerned by his newfound silence. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you had decided it was a lost cause. He would open up to you when he felt like it.

This new routine continued for several days until one Friday afternoon when he finally muttered, "There's this kid in my class that won't leave me alone."

"What's he been doing?"

"Picking on me."

"Did you stand up to him and tell him to stop?"

"Yeah...laughed at me," he replied, barely audible.

You sighed aloud when you looked in your rearview mirror and saw his sad expression. It broke your heart to see your only child upset. You'd always encouraged him to stand up for himself and try to solve his own problems when at all possible. It wasn't too early for him to learn how to take care of himself. After all, you might not always be there. You'd learned that lesson the hard way when his father passed away.

But, if he had already done that to no avail, then you weren't going to let him fight his battle all alone.

"What's his name?" you asked.

"...... Lang," you heard him whisper, missing the first part. Oh well, it didn't matter. You'd have a talk with young Mr. Lang's parents on Monday morning.

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Monday mornings were always rough at your household...gathering up homework, trying to find lost sneakers, dragging a sleepy little boy out of bed while drinking your coffee. You were already running late for work when you stopped at the school drop-off, so the Lang situation would have to wait until this afternoon.

"Bye, honey, try to have a good day. I love you."

"Mom," he sighed, looking both ways to see if anybody was in earshot. "I love you, too."

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You arrived at the school earlier than normal in the afternoon in the hopes of finding out who this Lang's kid's parents were. Being a widowed mother, you didn't have as much time to dedicate to school activities as some of the others, so unless they belonged to your son's friends, you didn't know anything about them.

But, you knew who would.

"Hey, Carol," you said as you slide up to your best friend's car window. "How's it going?"

"Same as always, I guess. How are you and Spencer?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you know a Mr. and Mrs. Lang?"

"She's not Mrs. Lang anymore. She remarried. I know her and the stepdad pretty well. Mr. Lang shows up when he can...if I wasn't married I'd like to know him a lot better, if you know what I mean. That is one good looking man."

You let out a humored snort and shook your head at her. "As helpful as all that knowledge is, do you know if they're here today?"

"That's his car over there," she said with a nod.

"Thanks," you replied, patting her on the arm.

You made your over to the vehicle she had indicated and knocked on the passenger's side window. The man in the driver's seat jumped slightly, apparently startled.

He rolled down the window and asked, "May I help you?"

"That depends, are you Mr. Lang?"

"Yeah, Scott Lang, that's me," he replied with a chipper tone to his voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about your son."

"My son?"

"Yeah, your son."

"Um, give me a minute."

He got out of the car and walked over to join you on the sidewalk. Now that he was out in the sunlight, you saw that Carol was right. With dark hair, dark eyes, and an unbelievably youthful look for a middle-aged man, he was incredibly handsome.

"Um, yeah," you began, regaining your composure, "it seems your son has been picking on mine. Now, don't think I'm an overbearing mother who gets involved in her boy's life all the time, but he says he stood up to your son, told him to stop, and all he did was laugh at him. I thought you and I could handle this as adults, without getting the teacher involved."

You realized that he looked as if he was trying not to laugh at you.

"I don't see what's so funny."

"No, I'm sure you don't yet," he began. "You must be Spencer's mom?"

"Yes, I am," you said a little surprised.

"I think there's been a little misunderstanding. You'll see in a minute. Over here, peanut!" he yelled at someone over your shoulder.

"Daddy!" you heard a little girl yell right before she ran over to the man you were speaking to.

He scooped her up in his arms, gave her a quick hug, then set her down on the ground in front of you.

She was a beautiful little girl who couldn't have looked any more angelic unless a halo had been floating over her head.

"Cassie, this is your new friend Spencer's mom. Mrs. Y/l/n, this is Cassie."

"Hey, Mrs. Y/l/n, it's very nice to meet you," she said.

"Mom!" you heard Spencer cry out behind you. "What are you doing?!" He asked once he was standing beside you. He wore a totally exasperated look on his face.

"Hey, Spencer," Cassie said shyly before reaching her hand over to ruffle his hair. She giggled when he swatted it away.

"See, mom," he mumbled. "She won't leave me alone."

You looked at Mr. Lang apologetically. "I'm sorry. It seems my son left out a few important details."

You leaned over to Spencer and said, "Don't you know when a little girl picks on you, it means she likes you."

He glanced from you, to Cassie, and back to you with an expression that said he didn't wholly believe you.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and believe me, it doesn't change when you get older either, kid," Lang said with a smile.

"Do you want to come play at my house?" Cassie asked. "My dad has a big indoor maze and you can see my giant pet ant?"

"Giant pet ant?! How can you have a giant ant?" Spencer said.

"You'll have to come see."

"Can I, mom?"

"Oh, I don't know. Mr. Lang might have other things to do today."

"He doesn't!" Cassie volunteered.

"It's true. He doesn't," Lang said. "I know we just met, so if you and your husband feel more comfortable joining us-"

"Mom's not married!"

"Neither is my dad!"

You blushed at the children's outbursts and Lang rubbed the back of his neck with a laugh.

"Can we, mom? Please, please, please?"

Your son looked happier than he had in days, so how could you say no?

"Oh, alright."

"Yay!" The kids squealed in unison.

"Yay!" Lang copied them, making you laugh.

"Well, lead the way, Mr. Lang."

"Ok, and you might as well call me Scott."

"Y/f/n."

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"Oh my God," you said as your fingers ran over the soft leather of the ant-man suit.

Scott figured once you'd seen Cassie's giant pet ant, there was no reason not to tell you the whole truth. Besides, what was the harm of showing off a little to an attractive, single woman.

"Who would have guessed I would have met an actual Avenger at the school pick-up lane?" You said as you picked up his helmet to study it.

"Well, once you strip away the 'superhero saving the world stuff', we're really just regular people.... except for Thor, I guess.... and maybe Tony Stark, and..."

"I get it," you said, patting him gently on the arm.

You'd had an absolutely wonderful afternoon with Scott. While the kids happily played, he'd told you all about being an Avenger, his daughter, his divorce, and even his time in jail. He was an extremely easy guy to spend time with, and an even easier guy to like. Things felt very natural with him. So when Cassie came running up asking if you could join them for dinner, you happily agreed.

You were helping set the table when you heard the front door open and a man's voice yell, "Hey, Scottie!"

You weren't positive, but you were pretty sure you heard Scott mutter, "Oh, no."

Moments later, a man entered the kitchen and said, "Oh, man, I didn't know you had company. I'm Luis, Scottie's best friend and business partner."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm y/f/n y/l/n."

"Y/f/n y/l/n? You mean the super fine hottie from the school?"

"What?" You asked with a surprised laugh.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Scott run his finger across his throat in a slashing motion. But when you looked, he was just brushing off his shirt.

"I mean, I don't know anything about that," Luis began. "I mean, you are a super fine hottie, but I don't know anything about that."

"Luis!" Scott said, finally cutting the rambling man off.

Quickly recovering, Luis went over to the stove and asked, "Oh, what are you guys fixing to eat?"

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After dinner, you announced that it was time to go home, which was met with two small "oh, no's".

"Oh, yes, it's getting late. You both have school tomorrow, remember?"

Scott walked you to the door while the kids ran out to the car together.

"So, um, I have to ask...did you use your daughter just to get a date with me?" You asked playfully.

"Of course not. I can't help that Cassie took a liking to Spencer, which led to us eventually meeting, anymore than I can help-"

"That you happened to be a super fine hottie!" Luis supplied from the kitchen, causing Scott to sigh in annoyance.

"Uh huh, sure."

"But, I was wondering... is there any chance you're free on Saturday?"

"Spencer has a soccer game on Saturday."

"Oh."

"Unless, you and Cassie would like to join us? We could get dinner afterwards."

Scott smiled at you before yelling out the door, "Cassie, would you like to go Spencer's soccer game on Saturday?"

"Yeah!" The two little voices chimed in unison.

"Seems like they've hit it off," you said.

"Yeah."

"You know, what you told Spencer was right, it doesnt change when we get older."

Then you reached up and ruffled his hair until it was a complete mess and said in your best Luis-voice, "See ya on Saturday, Scottie."

[deafeningnightcollection-things]

Worlds Collide ~ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 4: Why is the truth so hard? (S1 E2)

Cassie was at war with herself the entire drive from the vet. Her parents needed to know that there were hunters in town and that these hunters knew about them. But she wasn't ready to leave Beacon Hills behind. She couldn't leave Derek or Stiles and she couldn't bear to leave Scott like this. Not when he'd just turned, and felt scared and alone, perhaps not ever.

When she pulled up to her house she couldn't force herself to get out of the car. "They're going to kill me. I survived hunters only to be murdered by my own parents."

Derek laughed, but his eyes were dark. She knew he'd worried and truthfully so had she, but it was easier to laugh and pretend nothing scared her.

"Come in with me," she begged. "My parents love you and they would never yell at me when we have a guest."

"Ok."

"Thank you. Thank you." She tossed his keys back to him with a smile.

"Wait." She turned, half out of the car. He tossed her his jacket, "you really don't want to go in looking like that." He indicated the blood and dirt caked on her shirt. She zipped it up gratefully. Pausing a moment, she dusted the dirt off her pants as best she could. Thankfully the jacket hung low enough to hide the worst of the blood.

Derek reached the door before she did, she was purposely dragging. She wasn't ready to lie to them. He stepped aside and let her open the door, she turned the knob slowly, trying not to make any noise. But, of course, parents always seem to know.

"Where have you been, young lady?!"

"Hi, mom." She answered sheepishly propping the door open the rest of the way. "Before you freak out just know that I brought a friend with me."

Derek stepped through the doorway awkwardly. "Hi, Mrs. Narm."

Immediately her mother's whole demeanor changed. "Derek Hale, sweetheart. It's good to see you. I was so sad to hear about your sister."

Derek nodded, seemingly unsure what to say.

"That still doesn't explain why you weren't in your bed this morning, Cassaia." It was her dad's turn to use the 'disappointed parent' voice.

"I know. And I would've called, but Stiles and I were talking last night and it was late and I just fell asleep." She rubbed the back of her neck, not sure what else to say, "sorry." She tried awkwardly.

Her mother narrowed her eyes before nodding and Cassie made a mental note to tell Stiles her alibi when she got to school. School! She realized.

"Mom. Dad. As fun as this has been, I have to get ready for school or I'm going to be seriously late." She nudged Derek in their direction before taking off for her room. She knew he'd get back at her for tossing him to the wolves, but she was going to be very late if she weren't ready soon.

She tossed Derek's jacket onto her bed. She'd wash it and give it back to him later. Her hair was a mess, greasy and frazzled. It needed a full wash, but for now, she ran fingers through it, wincing at the tangles, and threw it into a messy bun. She swapped her dirty shirt for a clean one and changed out of her jeans in favor of a pair of clean shorts. Her shoes were in good enough condition to leave alone.  A spritz of perfume and she was ready to go. She was halfway out her bedroom door before she realized that she'd forgotten her backpack.

She spotted on her bookshelf and tossed it over her shoulder.

"Record time." She congratulated herself as she made her way down the stairs. She was grateful to see that Derek was still waiting for her. He looked pretty uncomfortable, trapped in a conversation with her parents. So she decided to throw him a bone.

"Derek, ready to go?" He looked up, nodding.

Her mother frowned, "but we were having so much fun talking to you, sweetie. You have to come back soon, it's been too long."

Derek nodded again, standing up.

Cassie waited until they were in the car to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about that," she told Derek as he started up the car. "I know how they can be."

"You'll make it up to me by getting the blood out of the back seat."

She laughed, he knew how to do payback. "Of course, but only if I get to school on time."

———

They made it to Beacon Hills High with 10 minutes to spare.

"Thank you." She waved as Derek pulled away.

She grimaced as she saw Scott and Stiles walking towards her. God, I am not ready for this conversation. I can't lie to them, but I can't tell them anything. Gah, why is the truth so hard?!

"Hey." She greeted them as nonchalantly as she could. "How are you guys?"

"How were you in the Preserve last night?"

Stiles gaped, apparently this was news to him.

Cassie sighed, way to beat around the bush, Scotty.

"I can't tell you that."

"Cassie. You saved my life, at least tell me how. Are you like me?"

She bit her lip, maybe she could skate the line a little bit. She let out a deep breath. "Truth. I'm not like you, I can't tell you what I am." She held up a hand to stop protests before they came. "It isn't my secret to tell, and even if I could tell you. It would put all three of us in even more danger. There are hunters out there, Scott." Her shoe scuffed the ground as she made a wild, frustrated kick at thin air. "People who like nothing better than to put a bullet before our eyes. Just for the crime of existing. You have bigger problems than my secret."

"Hi normal person here," Stiles interjected with a raised hand, "back up, please. No one said anything about hunters. Who are they? What do they want?"

"They want to wipe us out." The words hung heavy in the air, and she almost regretted saying them, but she needed to make them both understand the stakes here. This wasn't some movie where you got superpowers and went off to save the world while the adoring public cheered. This was a fight for survival, where the slightest mess could cost you your life.

"But, why?" Scott's voice was quiet, scared. "Why do they hate us?"

"Because we're stronger than them and people are always afraid of those that are stronger than them. They hunt us because it makes them feel strong. We're an endangered species, Scott. Welcome to the fight."

Scott's breathing was becoming erratic.

Crap. She was regretting snapping at him, if only he knew the night she'd had.

"Hey. Scott. Scott. Listen to me, you're not in this alone. Stiles and I are here for you." Stiles nodded.

Scott's eyes were still full of panic. She couldn't stand to see him like that any longer, she wrapped him in his fierce hug. He hugged her back with a force that was almost bruising. She pulled away when she heard his heartbeat slow down. She met his gaze steadily, giving him every emotion she had. "It's ok. You. Are. Not. Alone."

Scott's eyes clouded for a moment and he sniffed. "You smell like blood." He tossed it at her like an accusation, but she could hear the worry in his tone.

"Uh, yeah." How to phrase this so it didn't sound bad. "I got shot." Oh no, she cringed.

"What?!" Scott and Stiles screeched nearly in unison.

"How?" Scott.

"Where?" Stiles.

"It's no big deal, Derek found me before I bled out."

Stiles's eyes bugged, that had been completely the wrong thing to say.

"Before you what?" Stiles looked like he was about to faint.

"Ok. Keep your eyes in, Stiles." Cassie took a steadying breath, she was not ready to recount her near-death experience only hours after it had happened.

Ring.

Saved by the bell, literally.

"Come on, we're going to be late." There was a silent 'we'll finish this later' passed between them as she turned towards the school. She started walking without looking back at them. She needed something normal in her life right now and there was nothing more normal than highschool.

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The day seemed to fly by and all too soon the last bell was ringing. Cassie packed up slowly, not eager to talk to Scott and Stiles. She was not ready to talk about last night and if they asked why she'd probably break down. It was a very lose-lose situation. She picked up one of her pencils too forcefully and it snapped in half. Thankfully, everyone else was too busy chattering and packing up to notice.

Stiles and Scott had already rushed out to lacrosse practice, though not before Scott had given her a questioning look. Curse that boy for being preceptive sometimes. She slid notecards into a bag pocket before snapping it shut. The rest of the class had gone and the teacher was watching her expectantly. She swung her backpack onto her back with a huff and headed off towards the lacrosse field. She almost didn't go, but if Scott wolfed out on the field there would be no one else who could stop him.

Her dawdling had unintended consequences, she'd managed to avoid Scott and Stiles, but now the only available seat in the stands was directly in front Allison and Lydia. Cassie almost turned around right there. She did not to just calmly sit in front of Allison when only hours earlier she'd almost died from a bullet her father had fired.

But then she saw Scott's face and how happy he looked doing probably the one thing that still made sense to him right now. She couldn't turn away from that. As a last resort, she dug around in her bag for her headphones. She slid them on, blaring music to drown out the rest of the world. Hopefully, this would keep her from having to talk to Allison.

She slid into the seat carefully, doing her best not to draw attention to herself.

Tap.

Maybe it'll go away.

Tap. Tap.

"Yes?" Cassie spun around to face Allison. She did her best to keep her face neutral.

"Scott really bolted out of that party. Do you know if he's ok?"

"Scott? Yeah, he's fine." She answered distractedly, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. But then Allison said something that surprised her.

"Are you ok?" Was that genuine concern in Allison's voice?

"Yeah." She lifted a hand as if to brush the comment away, but Allison caught it.

"Cassie, you're shaking."

I am? She hadn't noticed, but now the trembling grew worse. There was a faint ringing in her ears. I need to get out of here.

She tore her hand from Allison's, not even bothering to offer an explanation. Her fight or flight instinct that hadn't kicked in last night was choosing now to shoot her body full of adrenaline. She wrung her hands together, silently begging them to stop trembling. She moved as fast as she could while still walking. She just needed to get...away.

She didn't even notice where she was until she slid down against the back wall of the school and started bawling. It was all too much. She just sat there.

It could've been minutes or hours before she heard a voice calling her.

"Cassie?" It was Allison. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just worried about you."

She wasn't able to form a clear sentence in the midst of all her blubbering so she just shook her head, unsure what else to do. Allison slid down the wall next to her, slowly. She paused for a moment before cautiously wrapping an arm around Cassie. In any other circumstance, she would've shaken the Argent off and been on her way, but she needed human comfort and at the moment she didn't care where it came from.

"Shhh," Allison whispered as she walked rocked Cassie gently. She didn't say anything else, just held her softly. It was as though she knew that silence was the best cure. Eventually, Cassie ran out of tears. She sniffled softly one last time before removing her head from the crook of Allison's neck.

"Thank you." Cassie's eyes were red and puffy, and she still had a lot of the mess of the previous night on her, but the Argent girl just smiled at her sweetly and nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Now the silence that fell between them was awkward as Cassie avoided Allison's gaze. She was sweet, yes, but she was still an Argent. How much did she already know and how much could Cassie say before she became suspicious? Allison had shown her kindness though, perhaps she could tell her, with a few details omitted, of course.

"I was in a bad situation, a while back. I got pretty banged up. I guess...I never really processed it before today. And something just made it all come tumbling back."

Allison nodded slowly, and gently squeezed Cassie's hand. "If you need someone, I'm here."

Thank you. The words got caught in her throat and she was only able to nod. But Allison seemed to understand. They sat like that for a little while longer. The silence was thankfully less awkward.

"Practice is probably over now. I wouldn't want to miss my ride." Cassie stood up stiffly, her muscles screaming in protest. "But, maybe we could talk again soon?" She'd intended it as a statement, but it ended up more like a question.

Allison smiled at her kindly. Maybe she's not as bad as the rest of her family. The thought popped into her head unexpectedly. The last thing she'd expected today was to be sharing an easy smile with an Argent.

As Cassie approached the school she found Stiles, already changed out of his lacrosse uniform, sitting in the now-empty stands. He appeared to be waiting for her because as soon as he saw her he hopped down and jogged over.

"I didn't see you when practice ended." He used the accusation to forgoe a normal greeting, jumping straight to the point.

Cassie shrugged. "I just didn't feel like watching today."

She didn't know why she bothered to lie. Stiles had this uncanny ability to see right through her deceptions every time. Evidenced one again in the way his eyes pierced her, thankfully he didn't call her out. Instead, he changed tack.

"Scott seemed pretty bummed that you weren't there."

She reached across to smack him lightly, a half-glare on her face. "Low blow, Stliniski."

Stiles shrugged in response, clearly feeling unashamed.

"Where is Scott anyway?" Cassie hadn't noticed his absence until Stiles brought it up.

"Trying to patch things up with his girlfriend." She stumbled, an icy feeling in her chest. Why was she surprised, she knew that Scott wanted to make up with Allison. But something about the fact that he'd actually done it left her feeling cold.

Stiles's eyes watched her once more, with that look he always had. Like he knew so much more than she'd said. They continued toward Roscoe in a moderate silence, Stiles tossing in his usual brand of humor now and then. They were feet from the jeep when Scott barrelled toward them, his face white as a sheet.

His hands flailed wildly as he tried to explain his situation, but the words kept coming out jumbled. Cassie caught one of his flailing hands and squeezed it gently, not releasing it until he'd finally calmed enough to tell his story.

"Allison's dad is the hunter. He's the one who shot at us." You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed his words.

On instinct, she gazed in the direction he'd come from. Allison stood next to a black SUV talking to a man that Cassie knew to be her father. Almost as though he knew someone was watching he glanced at her. Cassie shuddered as she met the steel grey eyes that had almost killed her the night before. She ducked her head down quickly, wanting to disappear. The tremors that Allison had helped her through were threatening to rack her body once again.

She couldn't break down, not here. It was one thing to break down in front of a girl who seemed to want to be her friend, but to break down in front of Scott and Stiles, the people she always tried to be so strong for. She couldn't let herself do that. She took a couple deep breathes and shoved the fear back down into a deep dark hole where she could forget about it for now.

Scott and Stiles were too wrapped up in the shock of his news to notice her moment of weakness. Scott was still moving around sporadically, trying to come to terms with this new piece of information.

She squeezed Scott's hand again, beckoning them both closer to make sure that they weren't overheard. She grabbed Stiles's hand as well pulling them both close.

"I have experience with hunters. As long as we keep our heads down, and you don't go crazy on the full moon. We'll be fine."  

Scott nodded.

"And this means you have to extra careful around Allison," Stiles added, a tad patronizingly.

"I know," Scott sighed. "I know it's the right thing to do. I just...don't want to."

"Ah, to be young and in love," Stiles said sagely, clapping Scott on the back.

"Shut up."

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Madderton: Ecstasy!

Note: This request comes from @sarahegerton96. Enjoy the sexiness of this imagine.

P.S.: Just imagine this cover photo is Taron and Richard out of character. This won’t have anything to do with Rocketman but it will have everything to do with smutty and sexy madderton.

18 from the Halloween prompt list: Scary movie date night.

P.S.: please excuse all the mistakes in this.

Enjoy!!!

Date night. Junk food, drinks, blanket forts, kissing, cuddling and scary movies. Halloween was the best time of year for everything spooky and this year, Taron and Richard had decided to stay in and spend the night watching horror movies. "Baby can you please help me. The tray is way too heavy for one person to carry." Taron whined from the kitchen as Richard finished setting up the blanket fort. "Give me a minute T and I'll come and help you ok?" Richard replied as he placed the pillows on the mattress. "Hurry up please Dickie, Sugar pop will be here soon." Taron whined again as Richard rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "Alright T, hold to your panties." Richard huffed as he sauntered toward Taron and the oh so heavy tray of Halloween snacks and treats. "Here, I'll take the heavy tray and you take the tray with plates and cutlery." Richard said sarcastically. "Thank you my big strong handsome man." Taron teased as they walked to the living room and placed the trays beside the mattress. Richard kissed Taron and things got a little handsy before they broke apart. "Have you given any thought to the threesome idea?" Richard asked as Taron's eyes darkened at the thought. "I have and I think it's a great idea." He replied just as a knock sounded at the door. The men jumped back and fixed themselves up and Taron went to answer the door. "Hi honey, come in. let me take your coat." Taron said as he ushered the woman in.  "Thank you hot cheeks." Sarah laughed as Taron rolled his eyes and went to hang up her coat. "Ah, there's my girl." Richard said as he walked toward the woman and brought her in for a hug. "There's my favorite little scotty." Sarah smiled as she hugged the man back. "Right, shall we get started?" Taron asked like an excited child when he walked back from the front door. Both Sarah and Richard laughed and followed Taron toward the fort. "This is amazing you two. How long did it take you to set this all up?" Sarah asked with a wide grin. “Not long at all once we came up with a game plan.” Taron replied as he eagerly climbed on to the mattress made for three. 

Richard and Sarah climbed in after Taron and got them selves comfortable before pressing play. Sarah lay in the middle of her two favorite men and soaked up the feeling of safety they provided for her. As the movie progressed, the more frightened Sarah became. She jumped with the jump scars and she whimpered when the creatures lingered on the screen for far too long. Sarah covered her for the millionth time and finally the men took notice. “Aww bub, it’s ok.” The men said in unison as they snuggled up to her and wrapped their arms around her protectively. Sarah laid her head on top of Richard’s and closed her eyes for fear that another demonic creature would appear on the screen. Taron and Richard looked at each other and nodded in agreement before turning their attention back to the tv. Taron leaned up and kissed Sarah’s cheek in comfort. Richard noticed this and moved his head off of her shoulder and leaned over to kiss Taron passionately, whilst occasionally slipping him some tongue. Sarah by this point had her eyes open and was watching them intensely from below them. After a few minutes, Sarah leaned up and kissed them both, eventually ending up in an intense three way make out session. Taron turned his head more toward Sarah and slowly slipped her some tongue. Sarah moaned against his tongue and Taron slightly smiled at the sound and feel of the vibrations against him. Sarah laced her fingers through their hair and brought her boys in closer. 

Breaking away from the three way kiss, they laid down and Sarah kissed Richard below his ear and nibbled on his skin, leaving little marks along the way. She pulled away enough to pull his shirt off of him and worked her way down his body, stopping to lick slowly across his nipples, making him moan and bit his lip to stop from squirming under her touch. Taron captured Richard’s lips in a slow but soft lingering kiss. Taron tugged on Richard’s lower lip as he pulled away. Both men looked down at their little sugar pop. Taron licked his lips and Moaned at the sight of his lover being pleasured by the woman they both adored so much. “Get on you knees big boy. Daddy wants a taste.” Richard said seductively. Taron got on his knees and pulled himself free from his shorts and boxers. Richard’s lips encircled Taron’s cock in a tantalizingly slow pace. Taron’s eyes fluttered closed as a wave of pleasure washed over him. “That feels so good. Just like that daddy please.” Taron moaned as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. Richard took Taron out of his mouth and began to stroke up and down his length. Taron let out a low grunt as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to tighten. “D-daddy I’m s-so c-close.” Taron stuttered as he tried to keep his composure. “Cum for me baby boy.” Richard said lowly and Taron released himself as he cried out in ecstasy. Not long after Taron came down from his high, Richard followed with cries of ecstasy himself. Sarah swallowed every last drop of him and when she was finished with her hottie little Scottie, she turned her attention to her little hot cheeks. 

Taron landed against the pillows with a cheeky grin. Sarah took his shorts and boxers off the rest of the way and wrapped her lips around his wanting cock. Taron furrowed his brows as he tried to supress a guttural moan. As Sarah was pleasuring Taron, Richard teased Sarah with the tip of his erection as Sarah moaned against Taron’s cock. “Fuck me hard daddy.” Sarah moaned as she pulled away from Taron briefly. Richard did as she asked and began to pound into her. The more she more she moaned against Taron, the closer he got to his second orgasm. Sarah could feel him twitch in her mouth and she took that as her que to suck him harder. “Oh my god that feels so good, I’m so close, keep going sugar pop. Don’t stop.” Taron moaned through his ecstasy. Sarah gripped him harder and before she knew it, he was spilling down her throat. With Taron’s moans filling the air, both Sarah and Richard reached their climaxes.

They came down from their highs. “Your turn to fuck her baby boy.” Richard said as he pulled out of Sarah and moved in front of her while Taron got up and moved behind the woman and entered her painfully slow. Richard pushed himself between her lips. Sarah let out a delicious moan and both men began to feel their climaxes building quickly. “Isn’t she beautiful baby?” Richard moaned in questioned. All Taron could do was nod his head as he tried to concentrate and keep his orgasm at bay. When Sarah clenched around Taron, he gripped her hips so hard, she was sure she would have bruises in the morning. “We’re so close baby girl.” Richard and Taron said in unison. Sarah nodded and together they all came undone. Moans and the sound of sloppy slapping skin could be heard emulating from the apartment. Sarah swallowed every last drop of Richard as Taron watched as his cum dropped from Sarah’s core, turning him on once again. Both men looked at each other and smiled mischievously. Sarah shuddered at the thought.

The men flipped her on her back and they stared down at her. They licked their lips and leaned over her shivering body. Their tongues connected with her core and she moaned loudly as she arched her back in pleasure. “Fuck!” She cries out as they each inserted a finger inside her and fucked her whilst eating her out. Sarah’s hands found their way into their hair and she pulled them closer to her for more contact as she felt the knot in her belly begin to unravel. “Cum for us baby girl.” Richard said as his tongue danced across her clit along side Taron’s. “Let the neighbours hear how good you feel sugar pop.” Taron added. Sarah didn’t need to be told told twice as her orgasm hit her with a vengeance. Her whole body shuddered as she cried out in pure bliss. Shivers ran over her body as the men held her body as her intense orgasm washed over her. “Look how breathtaking you are.” Taron said as he captured Sarah’s lips in an intensely passionate kiss. Richard feeling his jealousy rise, joined into the kiss. They broke apart and both men bent over their girl and ravaged her body in kisses and bites. They made sure to mark her as a reminder that she was now their property. By the time they were done, Sarah was a moaning mess and each man kissed her and tugged at her lower lip when they pulled away from her.

“That was incredibly intoxicating.” Sarah panted as she laid between her boys again. “Definitely.” Richard said as Taron looked at both of his lovers and smiled. “You’re both so beautiful.” Taron gushed as he cuddled up to Sarah’s side. “So what do you say? Will you be ours?” Richard asked as he Taron bit their lower lips in anticipation for her answer. A wide smile spread across the woman’s face as she looked between them. “If tonight is an example of what the sex is like, then where do I sign up.” She replied with a chuckle. “Our baby girl.” Both men said as they traced the love bites they left behind on her body.

They all cuddled up together and in a blissful post orgasmic cloud, fell asleep with smiles of satisfaction on their flushed faces.

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Mile high club (David Dobrik x Reader)

REQUEST: :) Can you do an imagine where David and y/n get in a fight and have makeup sex??

WARNINGS: smut, bad writing

You and David have been together for around 6 months. The vlog squad was just getting ready to leave David’s house to go to the airport, since it was their last show in Chicago. 

‘‘Is he seriously late again’‘ Corinna rolled her eyes, she was sitting across from me on Davids white couch. 

‘‘I tried calling him, but no answer’‘ Jason walked through the front door. ‘‘The uber is already here’‘ 

You were so dissapointed. He said he will be here on time, instead he had to film a bit with Dom and who knows how many women making out with him. Everyone was getting nervous, they just couldn’t miss the flight. You can’t imagine how hard it is to book a flight for that many people and for them to sit together. 

Natalie was ripping off her hair. We were all powerless. You couldn’t watch them explode right in front of you. So you stood up from the couch. 

‘‘You guys go. Me and David will take a later flight’‘ you said catching everyone’s attention. 

‘‘Are you sure?’‘ Zane and Scotty asked in unison. 

‘‘You aren’t going to murder him, right. We still need the guy’‘ Jason joked. 

‘‘I’m sure. Don’t worry Jason, I have a lot of self-discipline when it comes to David’‘ you joked. 

And with that, their suitcases were thrown into the Uber and they were all on their way to the airport. While you were left alone waiting for David, anger boiling by the minute. 

After about an hour you finally got a text that he was on his way to his house and that Natalie got us a ticket for the plane that leaves in and hour and a half. You packed the last of David’s things while he was on his way. 

‘‘y/n’‘ you heard from downstairs. You peeked down and David was finally home. 

‘‘Call an uber’‘ you yelled back, you didn’t want to talk to him really, but you heard footsteps coming up. 

‘‘Babe, I’m sorry. Ok? I already texted an apology to our group chat’‘ he said coming closer to hug you. 

‘‘Oh, you sent a text after we waited for you for over 3 hours. What kind of planet do you live on?’‘ you aggressively said back. 

‘‘The planet where you are the most beautiful girl ever’‘ he smiled. 

‘‘Nice try’‘ you rolled your eyes and gave him his packed suitcase ‘‘take this down’‘. 

‘‘Yes ma’am’‘

After a few minuted the Uber arrived, you refused to speak to him the whole ride and thanks to LA’s traffic, you arrived just in time to get on the plane. 

‘‘Nat got us 1.class tickets? The ride is only like a few hours long’‘ you finally broke the silence as you both walked to your seats. 

‘‘I asked her if she could, so I can make it up to you’‘ David said and put his hand on your shoulder. 

‘‘David, you know I don’t want you spending so much money’‘ you sat down on the soft chair ‘‘but this is sooooo nice’‘ 

David laughed.  After an hour you were in the air as you could see less and less of the ground. 

David kept looking in your way, trying to make eye contact. Finally you got into a sneaky mood. 

You got close to his ear. He was expecting you to say something, but you stuck your tongue out and brushed it against his ear and went down his neck. David let out a deep breath and you could feel his body relax. 

‘‘Meet me in the bathroom in 1 minute’‘ you then whispered and left your seat. 

As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t wait for him to join you in the small, tight bathroom. 

A knock got you out of the trans. You opened the door and pulled him in by the shirt.

You both went straight to the point, ripping each others clothes off and giving sloppy kisses on the exposed skin. 

‘‘‘m so sorry’‘ David whispered into your ear ‘‘But at the same time, I’m not’‘ 

His hand grabbed your ass and pulled off your jeans, leaving you exposed that you didn’t wear any underwear. 

‘‘Fuck’‘ he breathed. 

You pulled him closer to your body, making sure to rub against him as much as you could. In a matter of seconds you were both naked, eager and impatient. 

‘‘I want you so bad, baby’‘ you said in your high-pitched voice. 

That line made him go nuts. He picked you up and kissed down your neck, he licked his hands and fingers and brought them down to your heat, giving you no time to process and just stuck them in. 

‘‘Ahhh’‘ you screamed.

‘‘Psssttt, you gotta be quiet’‘ David said and put his hand over your mouth. 

His fingers did magic inside you, he knew where to put them to make you feel so good you could cum in a few seconds. But every time, he would stop just as you were ready to cum and almost in the same second as his fingers left, his length filled you up to teh very rim. 

He was fast and ruthless. Going in and out, and in and out. Meanwhile you kept on sucking on his neck and playing with his hair making sure to every so often  pull on it. 

He knew exactly when you were close, you got so tight he could come in the same exact moment as you. This time, he had self control. He moved his fingers to your clit and started rubbing. Your eyes went back as your body started to shiver. 

‘‘Baby, I’m gonna come’‘ you said, your voice breaking on the last word. 

‘‘Come, baby, come’‘ he said as he went faster and faster. He exited you and inserted his fingers again, bending them inside to hit every right spot. ¸

‘‘Ohhh fuck’‘ you finally came, leaving his hand wet with you juices and David gladly licking them. 

You got on your knees and looked up at him, he was not expecting this. 

‘‘You don’t have t-’‘ he went quiet as soon as you put him into your mouth. Sucking on the tip and your hands helping you on his length. 

David always did the same thing right before coming. He always started pulling your hair and pushed your head further along his length. This time was no exception. And that left you choking on his juices. 

‘‘I should be late more often’‘ he laughed. 

‘‘Don’t even try’‘ you smiled as you one by one left the bathroom. 

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Snow White

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: College/Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk x You

By Admin B

🍎Part 1, 2, 3, 4

Once upon a time, a few years ago, right at the beginning of your freshman year of college, you had been in desperate need of a job.

Your parents had both tragically passed in an accident within the past year, and while they did leave you with somewhat of a comfortable sum of inheritance, you had to use most of it to pay off their debts as well as your school tuition. 

So for the first few weeks of the semester, you searched the newspapers, you searched CraigsList, you walked around looking for ‘Now Hiring’ signs. But no luck.

Finally, a girl you sat next to in your History of Music class mentioned she was a nanny but couldn’t keep working because she needed to take extra classes and wouldn’t have time.

You immediately jumped on the chance, and she gave you the family’s contact number (though she was strangely hesitant, but you decided not to worry too much about that).

Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, and you were officially able to call yourself a nanny for five children.

Now fast forward to the present, and those five children had turned into seven.

Yes, seven children.

You liked to think of yourself as a modern-day Maria Von Trapp.

So, let’s introduce the little ones, shall we?

First, we have the oldest, and the smartest, Roy. He was, naturally, the leader of the bunch and liked to give orders to his younger siblings.

Second, we have Piper, one half of the first pair of twins. Maybe it was because she was so close to being the oldest but wasn’t and she was bitter about that, but for some reason, this girl was always in a pretty foul mood. There was a perpetual pout on her lips and a constant furrow on her brow.

Third, we have the other twin and Piper’s exact opposite, Otis. You had never seen this kid in a bad mood; he was always smiling and laughing and cracking jokes and looking on the bright side. Piper hated him, of course, so you always made sure to keep those two separate.

Fourth, we have Penelope. You... kind of weren’t sure what Penelope’s personality was like because she always seemed to be sleeping. Or wanting to go to sleep. You were forever having to hang her homework up to dry because she would drool on her paper.

Fifth, we have Eddie. He was probably your favorite (if you had to pick) because, while he wasn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he was incredibly sweet and very attached to you.

Sixth, we have one-half of the other pair of twins, Scotty. You were thankful you had already been around when he was born because, if he’d had to meet you when you started as the other kids had, you probably never would’ve gotten to know him. You’d never met somebody so shy and quiet, but you also had never met somebody so caring and kind.

Last but not least, we have Scotty’s twin, Billy. Ever since Billy was a baby, he suffered from severe allergies. The poor kid was always sneezing, and no amount of Benadryl or Claritin seemed to help. You had learned to always have a large box of tissues on hand whenever you were at their house.

It would be remiss of me not to mention the children's’ parents, of course, for they were your bosses. The father was somewhat -- kind of -- out of the picture because his line of work called for almost constant travel.

Why they decided to have seven kids when the father was basically always gone, you would never understand.

But, anyway.

The mother was around, though, and while she was very polite and one of the most elegant and graceful women you’d ever met, she... 

Well, to be quite frank, she wasn’t the most nurturing of mothers.

She was fairly strict with her children, and she could sometimes get snippy with you if she felt you weren’t living up to her standards as a nanny. In fact, you and the kids called her The Queen when she wasn’t around. (Piper even called her The Evil Queen sometimes, but you always hushed her instantly.)

But she paid you quite well, and you’d come to dearly love all seven children, so you never even thought about leaving.

Suffice it to say, The Queen and her husband made more than enough money for a family of nine, and they lived in an incredibly large, incredibly nice house in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. You always felt kind of weird getting there by bus, but you couldn’t afford (or even really needed) a car. Plus, at least three of the kids would always run down the driveway to greet you as you walked up. It filled your heart right up, even if you’d had a bad day at school.

Since you and the kids hardly ever ventured out of the house (except for some playtime out in the backyard every once in a while), you had never met any of their neighbors. You’d barely even seen any, in fact; it seemed rich people were either never at home or never left the house.

This afternoon, though, as you were strolling down the street toward your place of work, you noticed a moving van in front of the house next door. 

It was still a wonder to you how anyone could afford such a huge house, but that didn’t stop you from being nosy. You glanced over as you approached The Queen’s house, your eyes widening as you watched the movers carrying in the most beautiful, most expensive-looking furniture you’d ever seen.

Wow. Were these people even more loaded than The Queen?

All of a sudden, a high-pitched voice calling out your name interrupted your thoughts.

“Eddie!” you greeted, your lips pulling into a huge smile when you saw his sweet face. No matter what, Eddie was always one in the group coming out to greet you.

Eddie ran up to you, flinging his arms around your middle and squeezing you in greeting.

“We have new neighbors,” Otis pointed out as he skipped down the driveway toward you. Piper was following behind him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest and practically stomping her feet.

“I can see that,” you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Have you met them yet?”

“Well, only the son,” he told you. “But he’s a lot older. He said he’s in college, so he’s probably old like you.”

“Oh?” A rich guy about your age? Okay, you couldn’t stop yourself from being just a little bit jealous. You would give anything to be able to live with your parents and not have to worry about paying for college.

“He was super nice!” Eddie told you with a somewhat dopey grin. “His name is...”

“Donghyuk, you dodo,” Piper spat.

“Piper,” you warned, giving her a look which clearly said she shouldn’t be calling her brother that.

“Right! Donghyuk,” Eddie nodded. He was still hanging onto you, making it a bit difficult for you to walk down the driveway, but you could manage. “He said we can go over and play with his pinball machine any time. And the bowling alley!”

What?! A house which had a pinball machine and a bowling alley?! You almost couldn’t comprehend it.

“He does seem nice,” you replied as you rubbed Eddie’s back. “You’ll have to ask your mom about going over there, though.”

“Oh, great,” Piper muttered with a roll of her eyes. “We’re never going.”

“Come on, guys,” you chuckled as you all approached the walkway to the front door. “Let’s get inside and start on your homework.”

You greeted the other four children once you walked in and hung up your jacket, and they also proceeded to tell you about their new neighbors. All of them, even Scotty who barely spoke, were basically gushing about how nice and cool (and cute, according to Penelope) this Donghyuk was.

It made you very curious to meet him, to be honest.

But not even half an hour after you’d arrived, and thoughts of the new neighbor had already floated from your head.

I mean... you were watching seven kids, after all. Your focus tended to be on them and making sure nobody got injured in some way.

When the clock finally struck 7, and you saw the headlights of The Queen’s car coming down the road, you scrambled to get all the kids looking neat and put together; she did a daily inspection when she got home from work, and you’d learned quickly to make sure none of the kids had even a hair out of place.

“All right, friends,” you said with a clap. “Time to line up, your mother is pulling into the driveway. Eddie, come here, your hair is a mess.”

You licked your palm and smoothed the wild strands down, your brow furrowing. And then your heart skipped a beat when you heard the key in the front door.

You quickly pressed your index finger to your lips before clasping your hands in front of you and turning to face where The Queen would be in just a few seconds.

“I’m home,” she called out, sounding far more serious than any mother arriving home you’d ever heard.

“Good evening,” you greeted her, a smile plastered on your lips. “Homework is all done, dinner is prepared, and the children are ready for inspection.”

Honestly, you were so used to this little routine by now, you didn’t even think about the fact that it was really, really weird The Queen had her kids line up for an inspection.

Like... really weird.

“Good evening,” The Queen replied, returning your grin with a tight-lipped one of her own. Her heels clacked as she sauntered down the hall, arriving in front of Roy. She patted his cheek before moving on to Piper then Otis, Penelope, Eddie, Scotty, and finally, Billy.

“I assume there was no trouble with your teacher?”

The kids were homeschooled, taught by the most sought-after, exclusive, expensive private tutor in practically the whole country.

“No, ma’am,” all seven kids replied in unison.

“Good,” The Queen nodded. She then turned to you, nodding once to signal your release for the evening.

You quickly snuck a wave to the kids before tiptoeing down the hall, grabbing your jacket, and slipping out the front door.

You let out a soft sigh, breathing in the cool, fresh air and beginning your walk down the driveway. The bus stop was down by the entrance to the neighborhood, and on nights like tonight, you were glad for the walk. It gave you time to think and remember everything you had to be grateful for.

But just as you passed the family’s mailbox, you heard a voice.

“Hey,” it said.

You jumped a little, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest at the surprise.

“Sorry!”

You turned to see who the voice belonged to, your eyes landing on a very nice and sweet-looking guy.

He could only be Donghyuk, the new neighbor the kids had been telling you about earlier.

“Hi,” you replied with a polite smile. “It’s okay, you just startled me.”

“I’m Donghyuk,” he told you, holding his hand out toward you. You shook it and introduced yourself back.

“Actually, the kids told me about you,” you revealed with a bit of a smirk.

“Oh? Are you --”

“I’m their nanny,” you explained. You’d interrupted him before he could ask if you were their sister; you didn’t want to make him feel awkward by telling him you were, in fact, far too poor to ever live in a place like this.

“Oh, wow,” Donghyuk chuckled, looking rather impressed. “That’s a lot of kids.”

“It is,” you agreed with a little nod. “But they’re good apples.”

It seemed Donghyuk had a sudden thought because his brow furrowed, and he began looking around for something.

“Are you... how do you get home?”

“Oh, I take the bus,” you told him, gesturing over your shoulder in the general direction of the bus stop.

He immediately looked a bit wary, and you couldn’t help but think he was just too adorable.

“It’s getting dark... are you sure you feel safe out here on your own?”

“Yes, I’ve done it plenty of times,” you assured him with a slight smirk.

“I can give you a lift if you’d like.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t make it a habit to accept rides from strangers.”

Donghyuk nodded, his worried expression morphing into an impressed one. “You’re smart. I totally understand.”

You nodded in agreement before letting out a little sigh and lifting your shoulders into a shrug. “I... should probably get going. My bus comes in, like, five minutes.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Donghyuk said with a bashful chuckle.

“It was nice to meet you, though,” you said, eyebrows raised.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

And then his shy smile turned into a full-blown one, and wow.

He was quite possibly the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

“See ya around,” he said as you slowly turned on your heel to leave.

Yeah. You sure hoped he did.

Part 2

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The Lady said No - Spock

Pairing: Kirk x Friend!Reader, Spock x Friend!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of past abuse, sexual harassment, asshole ex

Your shift had just ended and you were currently sat across the table from Capt. James T Kirk eating your dinner. Your penchant for finding trouble and diving in headfirst had assured you a great friendship with your captain. By extension you were friends with Scotty and Bones as well. 

Spock on the other hand barely tolerated you on the best days. As head security officer, he felt you should be keeping the captain out of trouble instead of encouraging his reckless behavior. To be honest, he was probably right but you knew Jim would find trouble whether you helped him or not. At least this way you were normally right by his side where you could offer him protection.

You were laughing at a story Jim had just told about his days at the academy as Bones and Scotty joined you. "Hello, boys," you said.

"Y/N," they both greeted. 

"What's so funny?" Bones asked with an arched brow.

"Jim was just telling me about an incident with you, him, two girls and bottle of tequila on top of the library," you managed to get out with a straight face.

Bones rolled his eyes and his cheeks flushed. "You're still telling that story?" he grumbled to his best friend.

Jim merely laughed in response.

Your gaze fell on Spock approaching behind the captain. You groaned, making the others look.

"Spock," Jim greeted with a smile. 

"Captain," Spock said, nodding to the others, his eyes stopping only briefly on you. "I have just received word that a delegation from Starfleet command will be boarding tomorrow."

"Why?" Jim asked.

"Excuse me?"

"What is their reason for coming aboard my ship?" Kirk clarified.

"The stated purpose for their visit is listed simply as a diplomatic training mission," the Vulcan said. 

"Inspection," you and the other officers said in unison. 

"Are we ready for it?" Jim asked, looking around the table.

"Medical's good. We just did inventory this week so everything's where it should be," Bones said.

"I'll run through engineering just to make sure there's nothing lying about but we should be good too," Scotty said next.

"As always, the science department is in order, Captain," Spock added.

"Security's good to go," you stated.

"Are you certain, Lieutenant Y/L/N? It is imperative all departments be in top order," Spock said. 

You blinked at him several times. "Are you certain the science department is in order, Commander Spock? It is imperative all departments are in top order."

"I have ascertained by your response that you were insulted by my inquiry. That was not my intention, Lieutenant. Your disregard for regulations is well-known, however. And while that is for some reason tolerated by our captain, Starfleet will not be so lax in their requirements," Spock explained with a neutral expression.  

Irritation flooded through you and you briefly considered telling him off. "Now, Spock don't be so complimentary. You'll make me blush." Nothing annoyed Spock more than you not taking him seriously.

His lips pinched together but he didn't respond. 

"While I appreciate you looking out for the ship, Spock, you could eat off the floor in the security areas. Y/N runs a tight crew," Jim said. You gave him a smile and a nod of thanks.

"Do you have the names of those boarding tomorrow?" you asked.

"I do not see why that information is needed. They are all Starfleet officers and their advisors," Spock responded, which didn't really answer your question at all.

"I don't like strangers on my ship, Commander. That just leads to surprises."

"Your ship?" Scotty and Kirk said at the same time.

You nodded once. "My ship."

The next morning you awaited your visitors in the transporter room with Spock and Kirk by your side. Kirk was here to greet and take part of the delegation to the bridge. You and Spock were to show the rest around the ship. 

Your eyes took in the delegates as they appeared, your gaze freezing on the tall man in the back. He met your gaze and smirked. Shit. See Spock, this is why we need names, you thought. Lewis Smith was your ex-boyfriend. He also happened to be a big enough dick that you had a restraining order against him. 

"Lieutenant," Spock said drawing your attention. "Is there a problem?" He looked between you and your ex. 

You straightened your spine. "No, sir." You were determined to not give Spock any reason to find fault with you during the inspection.

You fell into step at the back of the group, hands clasped behind you. 

"Hello, Y/N," Lewis said in a low voice as he fell back to walk with you. 

"What are you doing here, Lewis?"

"Oh, don't use that tone with me. You know you missed me," he teased.

You pretended to think about it for a moment. "Nope. Not even a little bit. Now I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me."

"You always liked it when I talked before. All the dirty things I'd ask you to do to me. All the things I told you I'd do to you," he said. 

You clenched your jaw as you opened and closed your fists, doing your best not to just turn and punch the asshole. Your eyes darted to the rest of the group. Spock glanced back at you with a furrowed brow but you didn't believe he'd heard anything. You sure as hell hoped not anyway.

There was a light brush against your hip and you jerked your head to the side to see Lewis running a finger along your side. You sighed in annoyance and took a step away from him but he only followed.

"Come on, Y/N. I can stay on board for a couple of days. I'm due some time. Don't tell me you aren't dying to wrap your legs around me and scream my name."

"Fuck off, Lewis," you hiss. "If I wasn't trying to be on my best behavior your ass would already be in the brig.” 

He leaned closer. "Don't you mean 'fuck me, Lewis'? It can't be that hard for you to remember how to say it. Let me help."

You cringed away as he moved toward you. Suddenly, Lewis was no longer beside you. You stopped and blinked in surprise to find the Vulcan Commander had your ass of an ex pressed against the wall of the hallway. "Spock?" you asked, your voice much higher than usual.

He glanced at you over his shoulder. "Am I correct in my deduction that this is Mr. Lewis Smith?" His voice was tight, furious.

"Y-yes," you managed to stutter out.

Spock twisted his head to the side as if stretching tight muscles in his neck. You were certain you hadn't seen him this angry since Jim managed to appear back on the Enterprise after he'd been kicked off. 

"What is the meaning of this?" One of the delegates asked.

"Why was this man not listed on the roster that was sent to us?" Spock asked instead of answering.

"It was a last minute change. The advisor that normally accompanies me was ill," the same man answered.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N has a restraining order against this man," Spock stated shocking you. You had no idea that he knew of your past with Lewis. 

"I-I didn't know she was on the Enterprise. I swear," Lewis stuttered out trying to defend himself.

"Even if that is true, you have not been more than three feet from her since you arrived on this vessel. You should have immediately returned upon realizing she was onboard," Spock said. "In addition, I believe she stated quite clearly she did not desire your attention."

You glanced at the other delegates. "It's not true anyway. He was served with notice of my placement to ensure there were no instances like this."

"Y/N, what is going on here?"

You spun to see your captain approaching with the rest of the delegates. "Captain, what are you doing here?"

"I received a message that there was an issue," explained the man behind him. 

Kirk narrowed his eyes at Spock and the man pinned to the wall. "Who is that?" he asked.

"Lewis Smith," Spock all but growled.

"Your ex Lewis Smith?" Kirk asked you.

You gaped at him. "Are crew members past relationships required study on this ship or what?"

He put a hand on your shoulder. "Only the ones that might pose a threat to a friend," he said with a smile. Damn it. You couldn't be mad at him when he said that.

"We have just been informed that this man is in violation of a protection order. We will see him prosecuted when we return," one of the men said.

"I think perhaps we should cut our visit short this time. I'm sure everything is in order as usual," another said and the rest nodded. Spock released Lewis and he stumbled away from the wall. You stepped back as Spock grabbed your ex by the back of the neck and steered him to the transporter room. 

You didn't say a word as you followed behind, Kirk right beside you with an amused expression on his face. Once the delegates were gone, Spock turned to you, all signs of anger gone from his person. 

"Thank you for your intervention, Commander," you said, feeling your cheeks heat slightly.

"It was my pleasure, Lieutenant. I believe it's time for lunch. Shall we?" He offered you his arm and you looped your arm in his. As you walked down the hall you glanced over your shoulder at Kirk who stood gaping at the two of you. 

"Coming, Captain?"

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Nuh'mau-wak

Request: Hello, cool blog! I have a request if that's alright: Captain Kirk falling for Spock's half sister, who's human (reader is female) thank you! - @demigodgirl91

A/N: Naming a story in Vulcan. Oh yeah, I’m so deep in this I’m never gonna see the light of day again. It means “too much time” or “it has been too long since I last saw you”

Spock and Kirk stood waiting in front of the airlock door. Your ship had just docked with the Enterprise in response to a distress call. When the door swished open, you stepped aboard, your first officer in tow.

“It’s good to see you again, Captain,” you greeted Kirk, shaking his hand.

“We have to meet under better circumstances one of these days.”

You nodded your agreements before turning to Spock. “S’chn.”

“(Y/N).”

“Your bangs are a disaster.”

“As are your manners.”

You kept your hard expression for a moment before it broke into a smile.

“I am glad to see you well.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You held your hand out toward your first officer. “Commander Morris is the head of my engineering department. If you would allow him, he would like to meet with the Lieutenant Commander and get started on the repairs right away.”

“Of course. I’ll have Ensign Chekov take him down.” Kirk gave out the order then started directing you to a conference room.

“Ki'kwi'fun-tor,” you told Spock as the two of you walked behind the captain.

“Nuh'mau-wak,” he responded.

“Ah,” you agreed. “Hi ka’i. And I expect a full tour of the new ship,” you spoke up when you switched to English so that Kirk knew you were speaking to him.

It used to bother him when you and your brother spoke to each other in Vulcan. He didn’t like not knowing what you were saying, especially when things got heated, or as heated as a conversation between two people raised on Vulcan could get. But he had gotten used to it a while ago. In fact, he almost found it comforting.

“It’s cute that you thought there was a chance that I wasn’t going to give you a tour,” he said, stopping at a door and waiting off to the side to let you enter first.

You took a seat at the table and listened as the two began to regale you with the choices and mistakes that had lead to their current predicament. You looked over the logs, carefully sorting through all the information they were giving you and deciding what was and wasn’t worth putting in your report.

The formal meeting between high ranking colleagues morphed rather quickly into a coffee shared between old friends.

Jim, as always, found himself constantly trying to make you smile. You weren’t under the same pressure growing up to act Vulcan, so it was a much easier task than getting Spock to smile. But getting you to smile, sincerely smile, still came with its own challenges.

“You disappoint me, Jim,” you said, after he had told you a particularly bad story of his captaining “skills”.

“You’d be more disappointed if I didn’t have any stories.”

A smile started to tug at your lips, but you covered it by lifting your mug to your mouth. “I guess we will never find out.”

“I resent that.”

“I don’t believe you do, sir,” Spock said.  

“Captain?” a man’s voice called from the door.

“Yes?” you and Kirk responded in unison, both your heads turning towards the door.

“Umm… Captain Grayson,” you first officer clarified.

“Yes?” you repeated, unaccompanied by Kirk.

“We’re needed back on the O’Neil.”

“Of course.” You got to your feet, nodding at the two men in front of you in turn. “Kirk. Spock. I’ll be back after I get a chance to speak with my team. Thank you for the coffee.”

Kirk smiled and watched you leave, the whole while being watched by Spock.

“Don’t,” Kirk said, turning to look at his friend.

“Don’t what?” Spock asked, his gaze unwavering and having the distinct look of someone who knew something others really wished he didn’t.

“You know what.” Kirk gathered up the PADDs from the meeting and Spock’s eyes never left him. “Jesus. Blink or something.”

He did as his Captain asked, somehow managing to do it smugly.

-

“How’s Sarak?” Kirk asked as the two of you walked down the hall.

“I’m sure he is well.” You kept your hands clasped behind your back as you walked, barely even looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“You haven’t been talking, have you?”

“Not lately, no.” Kirk was always surprised at your ability to keep emotion out of your voice no matter what. He had seen you let your walls down when it was just the two of you, even when Spock was with you, but whenever you were in public they went right back up.

“He doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to his children.”

“He’s fine with talking to his children. It is only Spock and I that he has a problem with.”

“Uhuh. And how many siblings do you guys have?” He had been trying to get a straight answer to this question for years.

“That depends on what you count as a sibling,” you said as if that should satisfy him.

Kirk snorted and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“If dancing around questions was a sport your family would take gold.”

“It’s a Vulcan trait.”

“Your ears are a little too rounded to use that excuse, sweetheart.” He saw the laugh at his comment start to form, but watched you push it away before it could make its way out of your mouth. “If it helps, Spock feels the opposite. I’m surprised he hasn’t jumped ship yet.”

The two of you stepped into his office.

“He is very loyal to you, Captain.” Once the door closed behind you, you added, “But it does help, thank you.”

“You know, I’ve been reading your reports,” he started, going to his desk.

“You’ve been checking up on me?” you ask, instantly becoming more casual, more human.

“No, of cour-” he stopped looking back at you. “Yes. At least once a month. You’ve been busy.”

“So have you.” You walked around to the other side of the table. “But you need to learn how to write a proper report. You sound like a nine year old writing in his diary about his first crush.”

He let out a loud laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“It’s been too long,” he smiled.

“Since I saved your butt?” you teased.

“Yes. You should do it more often.”

The corners of your mouth lifted and his smile turned into a full grin.

-

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Kirk shouted as he raced after you through the shaking corridors of the Enterprize.

“If somebody doesn’t, we won’t survive this.” You only raised your voice so that he could hear you over the commotion.

“That somebody isn’t you.” He took hold of your hand, causing you to stop and turn around. You sent his hand a sharp look before moving your eyes up to meet his.

“I am the most senior officer aboard this ship,” you told him. “You are in no position to give me orders, Captain.”

“It wasn’t a order, Captain.” His eye held something you recognized but couldn’t quite place. It had been there when he had seen you at the memorial service for Vulcan and every time Amanda was brought up in conversation. You saw it through your screen when you had been stuck in sickbay after a misstep on a mission had left you battered and bruised. You wished that you were raised around humans. You wished you knew what his looks meant.

You stared at him for a moment longer, before a particularly bad jolt through the ship reminded you of the urgency of your mission.

In one swift move, you slipped your hand from his and turned to carry on your way. You knew he was hot on your heels, but he didn’t say anything else until you were pulling an EVA suit from the rack and stepping into it.

“There’s nothing I can do to stop you, is there?”

“No.”

Your answer changed his whole personality. His hands wrapped around your collar, helping to tug it up over your shoulders. Then he moved to close it.

“What are you doing?” you asked, letting him dress you.

“You’re not doing this alone.” He clipped the tether to the back of your suit. “I’m going to be there every step of the way. If your radio goes silent for even a second, I’m going out after you.” He pulled your helmet down over your head, locked it in place, and kept his hands on either side. “Stay focused. Stay alert. Come back to me.”

You nodded and he let go of you, allowing you to step back and away from him. He watched you go through the airlock and exit the ship, before he started off back down the hall at a full sprint. The moment he was on the bridge, he switched on a com.

“How we coming?”

“It’s breathtaking,” you told him. You had never been out there with just an EVA suit between you and the stars. Even with all the debris littering the area and threatening the lives of both crews, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“Focus, Grayson,” Kirk reminded you.

“I’m at the leak. I’m-” You had to duck as piece of an old ship came uncomfortably close to the ship. “Patching it now.”

“What was that?”

“I believe it was a piece of hull plating,” you said casually as you got down on your knees and pulled a tool from your belt.

“Be careful.” He turned to Chekov. “How much time do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes before the radiation becomes lethal, sir.”

“Grayson, did you hear that? Fifteen minutes.”

“I have a countdown on my helmet, Kirk.” Your breathing was thick and heavy as you struggled to work.

“Don’t give me that attitude,” Kirk said.

“Is there an attitude you would prefer?” You could hear him trying not to laugh and smiled to yourself.

“Just focus on your work.”

You tried, but it seemed Kirk was very serious about not going radio silent for even a minute. Everytime you would get into a groove his voice would crackle through your helmet asking you how it was going.

“I need you back on the ship.”

“One moment.”

“No, now. I’m not going to watch you die. Get your ass back in the ship,” Kirk said sternly.

“I’m finished,” you told him, standing up. “Headed back to the airlock.”

Kirk, unsurprisingly, was waiting for you inside. He ripped your helmet unceremoniously from your head and tossed it to the floor. His hands flew to the side of your face, twisting it this way and that, inspecting every feature closely.

“Hey! Tha’s delicate equipment!” Scotty yelled, rushing to pick the helmet back up.

“Sorry,” Kirk said, dropping his hands from you. “Get changed. I’m taking you to medical.”

“Kirk, I’m fine.” Turning to Scotty, you started tugging your suit off. “Did that fix the problem?”

“Aye.” He waited until you had completely stripped of your EVA suit and were left only in your uniform to hand you a PADD.

You looked over it and gave it back. “Good. Is Commander Morris on board?”

“No, he went back to O’Neil.”

“Thank you.” You walked past Kirk and he immediately fell into step beside you.

“You’re going to medical before you go see Morris.”

“I made it back in plenty of time. There’s no need for a doctor,” you said.

“Humor me.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you asked, clasping your hands together.

“Maybe because you could have died.”

You stopped and turned to look at him. After a second, you nodded like you were examining a painting. Then walked away with a small “hm.”

“What? What was that?” he asked in a panic, chasing after you.

“What was what?”

“That face! That ‘Hm’!”

“Nothing. I just realized that you have feelings for me.”

“What? I don’t- What would make you- I don’t know-,” Kirk stumbled.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you told him calmly. “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” You didn’t have to turn around to know that he was smirking.

“Yes. Now if you excuse me, I do have work to.”

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Boy Or Girl?

As per requested

hi could i request a scenario with montgomery where he and reader are older and they’re arguing about the gender of their baby bc he thinks it’s a girl but she thinks it’s a boy(which the baby does end up being)? sorry if this was too long

Monty X Reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 1383

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You had been dating Montgomery De La Cruz since senior year. Now ten years later, you were married. Monty was a professional baseball player, you were a lawyer. You had a six year old son named Jeffrey and a four year old daughter named Mia. Your guys life was busy. You never thought of having more kids. You had both agreed on two, and with Monty being gone every now and then from February-October, and you always being in the office, it was hard to plan having more kids. Why would you need more anyways? You had one of each. Everything was perfect.

One morning you woke feeling terrible. You layed in bed looking up at the ceiling, not wanting to move in fear of puking.

“baby you OK?” monty asked turning on his side putting his arm around you.

“no don't move the bed. I feel sick” you snapped

Monty got out the bed and grabbed the little garbage can you had in your bathroom. At soon as he had it near you, you started puking. Monty held your hair back and rubbed your back.

“did you eat something that's not agreeing with you?”

“I don't know.” you answered lifting your head up from the garbage can.

You thought for a minute.

“oh my god.” you said looking at Monty with a blank face. Montys face dropped and turned white.

“what?”

“I haven't had my period this month or last. It just clicked in. I've been so busy with the kids and work that it never dawned on me.”

Monty just stared at you not sure what to say.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes.

“did you want me to go get a test?” monty asked you

“sure”.you said standing up. “I'll get breakfast ready for the kids and us while you're out.

“I'll take Mia with me and Jeff can help you with breakfast.” Monty replied smiling.

You giggled and went downstairs to see you children laying on either side of the couch watching tv.

“Mia wanna come with daddy to the store?” Monty asked as mia ran into his arms.

“Can i get a surprise?” she asked

“Of course babygirl” monty replied kissing her head, spinning with her in his arms.

“She's got you wrapped around her finger”  Jeffrey exclaimed sitting up from the couch

You and monty both started laughing.

“And you kind sir have your mother wrapped around your finger” monty said laughing pointing at jeff.

Jeffery stood up and walked over to you and hugged you tightly and smiled. “I sure do”

“If you’re buying Mia something get something for Jeff too” you told your husband as he walked out the house daughter in hand.

“That was the plan babe”

You ans Jeff walked into the kitchen

“What we making mom?” Jeff asked with a big smile

“What do you want?”

“Pancakes”

You and jeffery made pancakes for everyone. Just as you were plating everything, Monty and Mia walked in.

“Look at the dress daddy bought me” She ran to you and jeff and showed you guys her new princess dress.

“And a monster truck for jeffrey. Mia said you wanted it.” Monty said giving jeff his monster truck

“THANK YOU DADDY!!!!!!” He screamed and jumped up and down.

You ate together as a family. Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, and the kids were playing, you and monty walked up to your room.

“Oh man i'm so nervous” you told monty as you went to the washroom.

Monty handed you the stick and walked out. You peed on the stick, put the cap back on. And put it on the counter and set your two minute timer on your phone. You walked out and sat on the bed beside monty.

“babe it's fine. We are financially stable to afford another kid. And i mean come on another girl would be great.” Monty said grabbing your hands.

“Haha thanks. But it's totally a boy if i'm pregnant. With mia i never got sick in the morning.”

You both laughed.

Beep Beep Bep

You both stood up nervously walking to the washroom. You grabbed the stick and laughed.

“It's totally a boy”

“Its positive??” monty asked with excitement

You shook your head yes

Monty picked you up and spun you around.

“Oh my god babe we're gonna be parents again!! And to a beautiful baby girl”

“Haha we should call the doctor's office to make an appointment for an ultrasound.” you smiled.

You called the doctor's office and made an appointment for an ultrasound in a months time. In the month of waiting you and monty kept arguing over whether or not you were going to have a girl or boy. You went for the ultrasound and found out you were five months pregnant. When the lady went to look for the gender, the baby had its legs crossed and refused to show its gender. You both laughed.

“We should have a party to tell our friends and family” Monty suggested.

“Sure why not” You said

Even though you were five months pregnant you didn't look pregnant at all.

A week later you had everything set up in the house. When you invited your friends and family you all laughed and said it was just a casual party.

“Your parents arrived two hours early to help you guys set up.”

“Hello Miss Atkins- De La Cruz.” scott said walking into your house hugging you. Scott and Monty did everything together since high school. They even played for the same baseball team. He was part of the family. Your kids called him uncle Scotty.

“Hello scott.” you laughed.

“Y/N!!!!” Jessica and Sherri yelled as they walked into your house.

“Jess, Sherri” you yelled back group hugging the two girls.

All of your friends from high school showed up and the family you had invited. You all ate and were getting ready to eat dessert when you and monty decided it was time to tell people.

“So today isn't just a party. It's a celebration.” you exclaimed to everyone.

“Y/N PREGNANT!!!!!!” Monty yelled! “I'M GONNA BE A DAD AGAIN!!!”

All the guys jumped on monty and screamed with joy. The girls all yelled. Your parents screamed and hugged you hard.

“Monty Hardly ever home and still got moves” Zach laughed.

“How far are you?” Your mother asked

“Five month”

“WHAT???” everyone said in unison.

“Ok ok ok I got this” scott started “we are taking bets. Money will obviously go to Y/N and Monty for the new baby, but Bets On the gender!”

Justin came back with two jars he had found in your cupboards.

“Bets for boy bets for girl.” scott showed the two jars “Mom and dad go first” he said pointing to you and monty

“GIRL” monty screamed putting 10$ into the girl jar

“BOY” you screamed putting 10$  into the boy jar.

“Jeffrey Mia come here” scott called them over.

“So mommy has a baby in her belly. Is it gonna be a boy or a girl” scott asked the kids

“I want a brother” jeffery replied

“I want a sister so i can play dress up with her”  Mia answered

Scott laughed and placed 10$ into each jar.

“Funny how Jeff is a mommys boy and Mia is a daddy's girl and they have the same vote as their parents” clay chipped in.

“That's because jeffrey takes after his mother and is smart!” you smiled.

The jars were pretty even.

During the remaining four months of your pregnancy Monty would tell everyone he was sure it was a girl. You told everyone it was a boy. You had the same agreement as before, if its a girl monty chooses the name if its a boy, you chose. Monty had chosen the name McKenna. You had chosen the name Jakob.

‘One last push Y/N and it'll be out” The doctor said. You pushed hard and suddenly you heard a baby cry.

“Congratulations on the baby boy” the doctors said placing baby Jakob on your chest.

“Haha i was right” you said looking at monty tears in your eyes.  Both you and monty were crying happy tears. You couldn't be happier to welcome another child into your family.